Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Qingzhou.

In a large-scale flying boat, people from all walks of life of the nine immortal sects gathered together.

There are not only Venerable Yuanying in it, but also the heads of each of the nine Immortal Sects.

It is no exaggeration to say that if anyone kills all the people in this flying boat, the world of immortal cultivation will usher in a big earthquake, which may cause the God-Transforming Heavenly Lord to appear.

But all the monks in this flying boat understand that these seniors with prominent status and advanced cultivation in front of them are not the protagonists today.

The real protagonists must be the ten geniuses of the Golden Core Realm recommended by the Immortal Sect. They will represent the human race's immortal world and fight to the death against the demon race and even the Pantheon, fighting for the interests of the entire human race.

No matter what discordant voices there were within the human race before going to war, now that they have set off, they have only one identity.

For the future heroes of the human race.

The interior of the flying boat does not seem deserted at this time. With the naked eye, people from various sects can be seen walking around, wearing different clothes, which is enough for people to recognize the disciples of their own sect at a glance. They are like a group of colorful sparrows, chatting together.

Even Venerable Nascent Soul, who was extremely difficult to meet in the past, is now treated as a pile here.

Compared with those energetic little guys, these old guys who have lived longer have richer experience and experience, and time has taken away a lot of things from them.

Beloved ones, relatives and friends, even teachers and senior brothers.

Later in practice, it is not easy to call out fellow Taoists.

They hold important positions in their respective sects, but there is no intersection between them.

The Nine Immortal Sects were superior to other sects, but they were quite peaceful when they were with their own people. It couldn't be said that one looked down on the other, it was just that they had different priorities.

Familiar faces who may have been familiar with each other hundreds of years ago gather here, and naturally they cannot help but communicate and discuss.

Overall, the atmosphere inside the flying boat is generally happy and relaxed.

Apparently the Nine Immortal Sects all agreed that the chances of winning in this life-and-death competition were extremely high, and it could even be said that it was impossible to lose.

They did not underestimate the Pantheon, but also sent out their most powerful prodigy. Among them was an invincible Array Chi in the Golden Core Realm, who had been tested many times.

No matter how I look at it or think about it, I have the advantage.

On one side of the flying boat, in a bright and bright hall, a few sparse figures stood there.

At first glance, it seems that other places are quite lively, but here there is a rare silence.

Others consciously did not come close to this place. Many disciples only glanced at it with admiration. After occasionally looking at the people here, they looked away like frightened little rabbits, with their faces turning red.

In the slightly weird atmosphere, looking at each other, one of the waiting people finally spoke impatiently.

"I said, we are all here, where is Kong Zhai from the Changsheng Sect? I also want to see what a peerless prodigy who can stay in seclusion for three years looks like. Why doesn't he even show his face? It's already here, why are you pretending? ?”

A man wearing a white robe with a sharp sword woven with gold and silver threads on the left side of his chest looked around several times and said with some dissatisfaction.

Judging from his clothes, we knew that this man was a disciple of the Sword Sect, and he was the strongest among the younger generation of the Sword Sect.

The Sword Sect is particularly good at killing, and in terms of attack skills alone, it is almost the best among the Nine Immortal Sects.

Although Taoist sects and Buddhist sects have profound and profound knowledge, their murderous aura is not as strong as that of Sword sects. They regard fighting as a shortcut to the great road.

If there was no Zhen Chi, his name would most likely be ranked alongside that of the Saint of Heaven and the Saint of Hehuan.

Unfortunately, he had the misfortune to meet Zhen Chi, and he lived in the same era as Zhen Chi.

In front of Daoyun Jindan and Jindan Wudi, Jianzong's killing technique was suddenly suppressed by someone.

It’s not enough to refuse.

As the chief of the Sword Sect, I have never felt so insignificant in my life.

When those extremely dazzling geniuses shine like the sun, the light they emit will inevitably obscure the stars. What if those stars are equally extraordinary?

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is only the best, not the same!

It has become a matter of course that everyone's eyes will naturally focus on the strongest person. Sometimes, the distance between them is like a chasm.

"I heard that Kong Zhai's three-year golden elixir is even better than the disciples trained by the Changsheng Sect for hundreds of years. Now that he has been enlightened for three years, I also want to meet him."

A monk wearing a monk's robe and with an ancient face clasped his hands together, "I wonder how many mysteries he has comprehended in the past three years."

"Three years of enlightenment. Tsk tsk, you can expect to transform into a god! Now you have to participate in the life and death arena of the Golden Core Realm. Isn't it a bit too bullying of the demon clan? The Pantheon won't deny it, right?"

The chief of Daozong also joked.

"You guys, what are you talking about? Why, you haven't even entered the arena of life and death yet, and you are so anxious to have a fight with your own people?"

Wang Qianjun, who is also here, wants to fight for Gu Dan.

It's not that he thinks Gu Dan can do it, but that Gu Dan is his friend, and he helped him despite the danger of his life.

Although he didn't need it, he still accepted the love.

There are not many people who can be regarded as friends by Wang Qianjun, and Kong Zhai has to be one of them.

In addition, if anyone besides Gu Dan has benefited the most from the forced delay of the Changsheng Sect for three years, that person is definitely Wang Qianjun.

Without the delay of these three years, it would be really difficult for him to become the only tenth candidate outside the Nine Immortal Sects.

Fortunately, the delay of the Changsheng Sect gave him time to continue to become stronger, and he successfully won the last spot belonging to the Great Immortal Sect.

This is another sign of affection, although Kong Zhai may not even know it.

"The person who sneaked in has the nerve to speak?"

Wang Qingtian, the chief of the Sword Sect, glared at him, "Why, do you two want to hug each other for warmth? Why not ask the Pantheon if they are willing to let you come together."

"Hug you uncle."

Wang Qianjun spoke with pure vulgarity, not taking this guy seriously at all, "Didn't your dead father teach you how to speak? Call me grandpa, and I can't think of teaching you."

The monks themselves are highly cultivated and inevitably stay away from the ordinary world.

Most of the old friends and relatives of Tianjiao have passed away long ago, and the immortal way is ultimately their own way of cultivation.

This curse word is quite vicious.

Isn’t the Chief of the Sword Sect amazing?

If you have the ability, raise your sword to me now, and see if the master of the Sword Sect can split you into eight pieces.

"you!"

In just an instant, Wang Qingtian's face turned completely dark, a sharp aura surged out of his body, and his eyes were as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

However, Wang Qianjun just looked at him with a half-smile, and said without hesitation: "Are you in a hurry? Come on, I'll stand here and chop, you can chop as you please. If you don't dare to chop, I'll look down on you."

The Sword Sect is indeed great, but how much does that have to do with the Chief Sword Sect?

Is he the only one who also gives advice to the Sword Sect?

Chongyue Sect is not a vegetarian either.

What's more, his father is still alive and well. Not only is he the Reverend Yuanying, but he is also the head of the Zhongyue Sect. He has a long life and a long life. It can be said that he avoids harm to himself when he curses. As for offending people, he couldn't be more skilled at it.

Do you know what a famous fanatic in the world of immortality is?

There are many people who are unhappy with him. Who is the chief of the Sword Sect?

Do you really think that if you come from the Nine Great Immortal Sect, when you humiliate others, others will have to spit on you?

Today I will tell you that the master of a large sect is also a master!

Wang Qingtian was furious and wanted to kill Wang Qianjun now.

It's a pity that it can't be split.

"After the life and death arena, if you can survive"

Wang Qingtian gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "Don't leave if you can, let's fight again!"

"Has your brain been kicked by a donkey? You can fight if you want? I also want to have a fight with your dead father. Otherwise, why don't we both bring our own fathers to try together? Don't say yes. I bully you."

Wang Qianjun said without hesitation.

I think he has been in the world of immortality for more than a hundred years, and he has never lost in a scolding battle!

As we all know, the purpose of a scolding battle is to use your strengths, avoid your weaknesses, and at the same time make others anxious to win.

How many fathers do you have that can make you as arrogant as me?

It is simply treasonous to have a father and not use it!

When you go out, it’s not just about your strength, but also about your background and connections!

He has the strength, his background is not bad, and his father-son relationship can be said to be the most solid one, which is enough for him to run rampant without scorning others.

If you can't compare with your strength, then compare with your background. If you can't compare with your background, then compare with your biological father, a Yuanying Venerable-level biological father. Don't you envy me, kid?

Anyway, there is always one suitable for scolding battles, enough to make him invincible.

Has Wang Qingtian ever been so humiliated? Since he became the genius, everyone has treated him with respect, and even his master rarely said harsh words.

But at this time, his face turned red in an instant, and he looked like an almost crazy beast. His red eyes stared at Wang Qianjun without blinking, and his extremely sharp aura became more and more obvious, as if hidden in the box. The sword can be drawn out at any time.

However, Wang Qianjun was not afraid at all. He looked at him with a smile, confident, and even raised his fingers, "Come if you don't accept it, and I will take your last name."

"Two fellow Taoists, the battle of life and death is just around the corner. At this time, it's better not to turn against each other, right?"

A sweet and soft voice came from the side, as if some kind of musical instrument was playing, with a soothing power.

Luo Qingyin, the saint of the Hehuan Sect, walked over. Now she was not covered by the holy light, and her body was flowing like a bright moon left in the world. She was extremely beautiful.

It is a tangible manifestation of the unity of body and Tao. The Saint of Hehuan of this generation is equally outstanding, and is also an influential figure in the entire world of immortality. Almost everyone wants to know which young talent this Saint of Hehuan prefers in her heart. Who else would be lucky enough to practice double cultivation with her.

As for her appeal among the younger generation, even those who are crazy have to step back a little in front of her. With her unparalleled charm and Taoism, and even the special identity of the Saint of Hehuan, no one wants to offend her.

"Tsk, it's a pity we didn't start a fight."

Seeing Luo Qingyin speaking, the Holy Maiden of Tianji accepted Yao's invitation and held her little face in her hands, curling her lips in disappointment, just to watch the fun and not take it too seriously.

"Hey, are you going to make a fool of yourself? Why don't you show them some color?"

Ying Yao, who didn't see the commotion, started to make a fuss, and turned his eyes to Zhen Chi, who was sitting there motionless, "I think they seem to have ignored you on purpose, and I couldn't bear it. How can they have the right to speak in the Jindan realm?" ,Am I right?"

Zhen Chi glanced at Ying Yaoyao lightly and said, "Child."

Then he closed his eyes, too lazy to speak anymore.

I don’t know what happened to the Tianji Saint. Ever since she ran to the Source Heaven Realm, her mind seemed to have been affected, and her appearance was almost the same.

In the past, he would occasionally become normal, but now he is becoming more and more naughty.

However, she also has a "Achilles' heel", that is, she can't stand others saying she is young.

Where is it too small?

what?

Where is it too small? !

What happened to the tender spots? Have you eaten your rice?

"Who is Old Winter Melon talking about!"

Ying Yao jumped up at Yao's invitation, his eyebrows stood up, his silver teeth clenched, and his fists were already raised.

"I go."

Luo Qingyin, who had just suppressed a big fight, had not had time to take a breath when the fire broke out again. She turned around helplessly and hugged the struggling Ying Yaoyao.

"Let me go, I'm going to fight this guy to the death! Old Winter Melon, apologize to me, otherwise you will be the one to watch today!"

Ying Yaoyao struggled hard to get out of the arms of Luo Qingyin, who was envied by countless people.

But Luo Qingyin didn't let go at all, and said with a bit of laughter: "Zhen Chi, she is also easily affected by the world, why do you have to quarrel with her?"

"I didn't expect that she would have to fight to the death. She hasn't become normal yet."

Zhen Chi shrugged and said innocently.

"Who are you saying is abnormal? Punch me, Old Winter Melon!"

In the small room, everyone is full of talents.

But the atmosphere didn't seem too cheerful.

These geniuses are second to none in every sect, but when they come together, they inevitably compete with each other.

Perhaps this is the so-called "one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers" and the king cannot see the king.

Fortunately, the life and death arena does not require the cooperation of everyone, relay is the mainstream.

Tianjiao all have their own pride, so letting them cooperate with each other might be a disservice.

In this case, fighting alone is the most correct choice. Anyway, one person will inevitably walk alone in the immortal way, and cooperation with each other is not that important.

Amid the commotion, the flying boat finally slowly stopped.

In the land of Qingzhou, a battlefield covering a hundred miles has been delineated.

The arena of life and death is just a description. The combat range is more than a hundred miles away, so there is no serious arena.

Many monks inevitably need space to move around, so it is better to delineate a battlefield for life and death competition.

"The battlefield has arrived. Please recommend the geniuses from all the major immortal sects to show up."

A sound that echoed throughout the entire spaceship resounded.

Several geniuses who were originally in tit-for-tat opposition in the main hall finally maintained the superficial peace and filed out.

And Gu Dan, who had been practicing in his retreat room, finally walked in front of everyone, calmly facing countless discerning eyes, calm and peaceful. (End of chapter)