The whole sect is reborn

At this time, the kind-hearted old Buddhist cultivator continued to speak gently.

"However, how can cultivation be without hardship? Just get used to it and you'll be fine."

Those immortal monks suddenly had a sad look on their faces. Why does this senior Buddhist monk look different?

At this time, the shadow of this elder was still smiling. Although this elder had already passed away, he seemed to be able to predict everyone's reaction. It was really amazing.

Then everyone saw the seemingly kind-hearted Elder of Endless Zen slowly stretch out his hand, and then spread his joined hands apart.

"I don't know what the state of the immortals and demons will be when you come, but I have arranged the mechanisms on this level according to my own ideas. I hope you can have a test here."

"For this reason, the old monk has prepared the arena."

As soon as he finished speaking, this wide space began to tremble continuously. When everyone reacted, a deep circular ravine opened in the middle of this space. It was as dark as ink and bottomless. The open space in the middle was opened.

Divided into independent circles.

During this period, some monks who happened to be standing around the crack left neatly, but looked at the crack with some palpitations. There seemed to be some terrifying existence under the crack, which made their minds shaken. At this time, the Supreme Elder's virtual appearance

Shadow spoke again.

"Below here is a wisp of false red lotus karma fire! Before I died, I was lucky enough to get a ray of false red lotus karma fire on a battlefield full of corpses. This fire condenses the power of all living beings and can burn everything in the world. It's just that

It's a pity that what the old monk got was only a wisp of fake red lotus karma fire, but just this ray of fake red lotus karma fire doubled the old monk's combat power! Now, I put this fake red lotus karma fire under the crack

, it not only separates the two sides of the competition, but also acts as a barrier to prevent the monks from escaping or being rescued by others."

"The content of this eighth level is very simple. The immortal and demon monks enter the arena. Regardless of their age and cultivation level, they can compete. Moreover, once they enter the arena, they cannot leave. Because the pseudo-red lotus karma fire will prevent them from leaving.

People in the ring. The competition will only end if one side admits defeat."

At this point, the old Buddhist cultivator seemed to think that this method of competition was a bit cruel, so he thoughtfully gave another piece of advice.

"Of course, if you feel that you don't want to continue walking in this place, or you are not interested in the battle between immortals and demons, you can leave through those teleportation arrays. After all, once the battle starts, it cannot end. Please cherish your own lives."

"In short, although I will no longer be here by then and will not be able to see the efforts of the donors, I still ask you to weigh it carefully before making a decision."

As soon as he said these words, the old monk's shadow immediately disappeared without a trace, and even the big funnel disappeared.

Zhu Fu looked around and found that no one had quit. Thinking about it, if they wanted to quit, they wouldn't have gone through all the trouble to come here. Even if they didn't go to the competition, they still had to watch from the side! Huh? It's possible to watch from the side.

Will you get hurt? If you are even afraid of this little danger, then what kind of immortality should you practice?!

But fortunately, the elder of Wufen Zen had not been very cunning when he arranged this mechanism, so he was not very tricky. If he was given enough time, he would not be able to build a building with hundreds of floors!

Seeing that no one left, the two cultivators of the immortal and demon cultivators began to discuss in a low voice who would fight whom on their side. But at this time, the demon cultivator raised a question.

"Then who should we demon cultivators fight against?"

A female cultivator with unusually bright hair looked lazily at the fighting immortal and demonic monks, feeling a little bored. They came here just to practice and get the treasure left by the old monk. But the old monk had finished talking.

But he didn't mention that they are demon cultivators. Is this because he looks down on them?

But the next moment, disciples from Wuwu Zen Academy came out to explain.

"The donor is neither an immortal cultivator nor a demonic cultivator, so he can naturally decide who to fight."

The demon cultivator didn't know whether he heard it or not, so he just nodded and then stopped moving.

At this time, some demonic cultivators finally couldn't restrain themselves, probably to explore a way out, and jumped out to provoke the immortal cultivators.

"I am a demon cultivator at the stage of becoming a god. Who is willing to fight with me?"

This demon cultivator was a man, tall and mighty. But Zhu Fu didn't know if it was because of preconceptions, but he always felt that his eyes were rolling, with a sinister and cunning flavor, which ruined the look of his face.

Visibility.

Speaking of which, although this demonic cultivator is in the stage of becoming a god, his aura is not very strong, and there is even a sense of difficulty that is not deep-rooted. Immediately, some immortal cultivators were attracted to him.

He was a tall male cultivator who looked elegant and handsome. He was from Sanmiao Sect, a sect that could be ranked high but not famous. Although this is not the world of Jinyuan

All the monks from the sects and aristocratic families came to participate, but one-tenth of all the young monks also came. He wanted to earn an honor for his sect, so he was the first to come out.

Jun Qinglun looked at him carefully, and then solemnly raised his hands to the male cultivator.

"Fellow Taoist Zicai, I hope everything goes well."

The male cultivator's face suddenly turned red with excitement! As the young sect master of the first sect and the well-deserved number one of the younger generation, Jun Qinglun actually remembered that he, the eldest disciple of the sect who was not very powerful, how could he let him

Don't feel honored?

Even the young monks around him who belonged to different sects and aristocratic families looked at Jun Qinglun with increasingly friendly eyes.

Even if he is backed by Lingyun Sect, if he doesn't know how to behave, no one will do what he does, right? He is indeed the first person to be trained according to the future sect master. It is respectable and very comfortable to get along with.

However, other people who think of this can't help but look at Yu Duanruo standing next to him. These are clearly disciples taught by the same master, why are they so different?

But at this time, no one would say anything ignorant. Especially it is the first battle, which is related to the momentum that follows.

After the candidates were confirmed, the two chose a ring. After getting on it, they discovered that even the ring they were competing on had formations engraved on it to expand the space.

Zhu Zicai took out his spiritual sword and signaled that he was going to start attacking. The demon cultivator didn't care. He just kept staring at Zhu Zicai with an indescribable look, as if he was weighing where to strike.

As the eldest disciple of the Sanmiao Sect, Zhu Zicai was naturally not afraid of this little look. He held the sword in his hand and turned it slightly, and a drop of water appeared on the hilt of the sword, and then suddenly sprinkled it, and the scene

Suddenly there was a mist, and the dense water vapor almost turned into rain and fell down.