A seal of immortality

Chapter 112
"Quickly stand on top of my Lihuo sword, I don't have so much time to waste," a rough voice sounded in Wang Changsheng's ear.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, many people ran towards a certain direction.

"Stand up, stand up," just as the words fell, a red giant sword with a length of one hundred feet rose slowly from the ground, and densely packed people sat on the giant sword.

Wang Changsheng was dumbfounded, and secretly marveled, this giant sword could split a hundred-foot-high mountain with one strike!
The immortal cultivators below saw the red giant sword, and there was another commotion, but there was no change in the face of some people, and they probably had seen this kind of flying sword magic weapon.

The red giant sword quickly turned into a streak of red light and disappeared without a trace.

"Climb up to the Golden Crown Flood Dragon if you are brave enough, don't dawdle, just go faster," an impatient voice came from the sky.

Then there was another commotion ahead, Wang Changsheng stood on tiptoe, wanting to see what kind of treasure this time was, but there were too many people, so he couldn't see clearly what was going on ahead.

"Wow, what a big python."

"What a bumpkin, I've never even seen Jiaolong before."

"Hey, this aura must be at least a level five monster!"

There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, and even more well-informed people told the origin of this thing.

"Flood dragon? A fifth-level monster?" Wang Changsheng was shocked when he heard these words. The fifth-level monster is equivalent to a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment. The second-level monster was locked in a cage at that time, but Wang Changsheng still remembers the powerful aura emanating from it.

Not long after, a golden flood dragon with a length of forty to fifty feet flew towards a certain direction under the surprised eyes of everyone, and soon disappeared into the sky.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and Wang Changsheng was startled. Before he had time to understand what was going on, nine round stone pillars more than ten feet high suddenly stood in front of him. The stone pillars were distributed in a circle with a very wide range , engraved with numerous spirit patterns.

"Those who are above the [-]th floor of Qi Refining and above quickly walk into the stone pillar and wait for the teleportation. Those who have not cultivated the [-]th floor of Qi Refining should not stand inside, otherwise if something goes wrong, don't blame me for not reminding you," a thick voice spread across the plain , everyone heard clearly.

There was another commotion among the crowd, and people above the twelfth floor of Qi Refining walked towards the round stone pillar one after another.

After the ground shook violently, a white light shot up into the sky, and these people disappeared.

At this time, there were still more than 1000 people on the plain. Wang Changsheng took the opportunity to squeeze in, and saw a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe standing on a small slope. The woman stood on both sides of the middle-aged Taoist priest with a respectful expression.

Wang Changsheng noticed that most of the immortal cultivators who remained on the plain at this time were from the tenth level of qi refining, and he even saw more than a dozen immortal cultivators on the ninth level of qi refining.

"Okay, since the other branch people have left with some people, let's go too!" The middle-aged Taoist glanced at the people present and said lightly.

A man and a woman standing on both sides of the middle-aged Taoist priest nodded one after another, and took out a palm-sized paper crane and a turtle-shaped paper product respectively.

The two of them threw these two things forward, and each of them hit a magic weapon on them. The two paper products immediately rose in the wind. A paper crane with a size of thirty or forty feet and a paper crane with a width of fifty or sixty feet The turtle appeared on an open field, engraved with dense cyan runes, shining cyan.

"This should be a talisman soldier, right?" Seeing this, Wang Changsheng was secretly amazed.

"Paper cranes and paper turtles, you choose one to climb up, as fast as possible, don't keep others waiting," said the middle-aged Taoist with a pleasant face.

As soon as the words were spoken, the nearby cultivators ran towards the paper cranes and paper turtles. Wang Changsheng didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly ran towards the paper cranes, fearing that he would be disqualified if he fell behind.

When the people in front climbed onto the paper crane, Wang Changsheng also grabbed the paper crane's wings and climbed onto the paper crane's back.

Wang Changsheng was surprised to find that the paper crane looked no different from ordinary paper, but it was extremely hard. He grabbed the paper crane's wings vigorously, and there was no trace of wrinkle on the wings, probably because of the runes painted on the paper crane. !

Not long after, the paper cranes and paper tortoises were full of people, and there were still 500 people on the plain. These immortal cultivators who did not sit on the paper cranes and paper tortoises looked very panicked, for fear that they would be disqualified.

"Nephew Han, Nephew Li, you guys will run again later and send these people to the meeting point," the middle-aged Taoist priest ordered to the two people around him.

"Yes, Master Liu," the two replied in unison.

After hearing this, the faces of the cultivators who stayed on the plain looked better, but there were still many people who were worried, for fear of being disqualified.

"Masters and nephews, take care of these people, don't let them run around, so as not to cause any accidents," the middle-aged Taoist priest commanded the disciple of the Taiqing Palace who was a little worried.

"I would like to follow the order of Master Uncle," said the Taiqing Palace disciples in the sky in unison.

Hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, and with a sway, he appeared on the paper crane's neck. Immediately afterwards, a cyan light curtain enveloped the whole paper crane, and a red light curtain also appeared outside the paper turtle. The paper crane and The paper tortoise slowly rose into the air, and after rising to a height of several hundred feet, it flew towards the direction where the golden dragon left.

Wang Changsheng was sitting on the paper crane's wings, surrounded by people, but very few people spoke. I don't know if they were told by the elders or they dared not speak.

The paper cranes flew forward on their own without fanning their wings. Through the cyan light curtain, disciples wearing Taiqing palace costumes could be seen patrolling the sky from time to time, their faces full of vigilance.

A quarter of an hour later, the paper cranes and paper turtles landed slowly. Wang Changsheng looked down, and there was a towering mountain below, which was full of people. On the top of the mountain stood a huge tower, which was taller than the one in Fangshi. .

Around this mountain, there are eight other peaks of similar size, each of which is crowded with people, and there is also a towering tower on the top of the peak.

The paper crane and paper tortoise fell to the top of the mountain, the middle-aged Taoist priest removed the blue light curtain, and Wang Changsheng came down from the paper crane.

After the middle-aged Taoist got down from the paper crane, he walked towards the entrance of the giant tower. The disciples of the Taiqing Palace who were guarding near the giant tower stepped forward one after another, and shouted respectfully: "Master (Uncle)."

The middle-aged Taoist just nodded and walked in.

Wang Changsheng also found a place to meditate and rest.

Most of the people on the mountain were chatting, and some were observing other people. Only a small number of people, like Wang Changsheng, meditated and rested quietly, ignoring everything outside.

I don't know how long it took, only to hear three melodious bells of "Dang Dang Dang", the crowd on the mountain was commotion, and Wang Changsheng also opened his eyes.

Before Wang Changsheng had time to figure out what happened, he suddenly felt a wave of divine consciousness sweeping over his body, as if he was being seen through.

"Look at the sky, there is someone," someone shouted, and everyone looked up into the sky.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a golden robe at a hundred feet above the sky. The man has regular features, a white face and no beard.

"Quiet," the middle-aged man frowned slightly when he heard the noise from below, and said, his words were full of majesty.

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone below, making the noisy crowd suddenly quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the middle-aged man.

Because the distance was too far, Wang Changsheng couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he could only see a golden figure with a cloud of white clouds under his feet, but he still kept his eyes on the golden figure high in the sky.

At this time, the voice of the middle-aged man sounded again:

"The old man, Mo Wentian, is the 250th third-generation head of the Taiqing Palace. He is the person in charge of the acceptance ceremony. The Taiqing Palace has been passed down for 10 years since the founding of the Taiqing Patriarch. According to the ancestor's precept, every 20 years Open the gate to recruit disciples from the entire Song Dynasty, there is no limit to the number of people, as long as they can pass the entrance test, they can become disciples of this sect."

Everyone listened quietly, the scene was completely silent, and a needle could be heard.

(End of this chapter)