Chapter 842: Immortal Court

Eight hundred and forty-two Immortal Court

"Master Dao, who is the so-called 'old guy'?" Zhang Jun asked calmly.

Li Daojun, a powerful figure in the sage, actually showed a wry smile: "Of course they are those people who are old and immortal, but they are terrible in strength. They are now the talkers of the Immortal Court and have great power. The Immortal Court was co-founded by the three religions. An organization that has existed since the dynasty and is jointly managed by big figures from the three religions.”

Zhang Jun looked serious: "So, I have no chance at all?"

"That's not necessarily the case." Li Daojun said, "They are all people with status. They are not doing this to steal anything from you, but because they have encountered a huge thing. Otherwise, how could they give the order personally?"

"What's the big deal?"

"What you don't know is that the opening of the Ancient Holy Land this time is different from the past. This time it is the sixtieth round, the 'Great Competition' held once every seven hundred and twenty years. It is the second and third level trial of the Holy Land. The trial area will open automatically. More importantly, as guardians, once they are successfully entered into the second trial area, they will be eligible for the trial immediately. "

Zhang Jun was surprised. Hei Balang had told him about the next trial before, but the information given by Li Daojun never shocked him. He calmed down and asked, "Are the trial opportunities in the future very valuable?"

"Of course!" Li Daojun looked at him, "I can say without hesitation that even I would like to enter it to practice, but it's a pity that the conditions are not met."

He was silent for a moment and said: "As Lord Dao said, those big shots may not have selfish motives. If I have enough ability to act as a guardian, will they allow me to become a guardian?"

"Of course." Li Daojun said with great certainty, "You are also a member of the Taoist sect. It doesn't make any difference to them whether they send you or someone else. The problem is that the candidates sent by the old guys must be excellent."

Zhang Jun said calmly: "Among my peers, I am extremely confident in myself!"

"What if we face tenth-level divine warriors?" Li Daojun looked at him calmly, "There is news from above that the Holy Cult has just donated two extremely powerful tenth-level divine warriors to them."

Zhang Jun's face darkened and he clenched his fists: "Has the Holy Cult also received the news?"

"Probably not. Even the old guys only know about it because these are top-secret matters. The Holy Religion not only provides divine warriors to the Taoist sect, but other forces have also received funding."

He sneered: "This kind of support shouldn't be free, right?"

"Because of the funding, the Holy Religion has obtained the qualification to participate in the Genius Conference, and once the guardians enter the second trial site of the Ancient Holy Land, these guardians will receive a huge improvement, which is also a great thing for the Holy Religion. "

Zhang Jun: "This is exactly the conspiracy of the Holy Religion. As long as one family uses divine warriors, other forces will have to follow suit, because the lack of guardians will inevitably lead to disadvantages, and no one wants to be at a disadvantage."

At present, only the Holy Religion can provide genetic warriors. The strength of genetic warriors comes from genes, not from the realm of cultivation. They will not be restricted by the maximum of half-step magical power, and can enter the ancient holy land. Based on this alone, many forces have to rely on the Holy Religion.

Li Daojun said calmly: "You have to understand that the Holy Sect also belongs to the Taoist forces, and it is acceptable for his people to become guardians."

Zhang Jun took a deep breath: "Master Dao, how can I become the guardian of Zongyuan and Qinglian?"

Li Daojun was silent for a moment and said: "It takes three to five days to prepare to open the ancient holy land. During this period, the people sent by the Taoist sect will decide who will become the guardian. By then, there should be a competition. If you can stand out in the competition , I can certainly help you speak."

Zhang Jun understood what the other party meant, nodded, and said nothing more. He is still very confident against the tenth level gods. Furthermore, he has been practicing very quickly recently, and he might be able to raise his level to another level before that, and condense the third magical power. If that were the case, he would have a better chance of winning.

After Li Daojun left, Hei Balang looked extremely excited, stared at Zhang Jun and said fiercely: "I want to be the guardian of Qinglian!"

Zhang Jun glanced at him and said, "You don't seem to have half a degree of magical power, right?"

"Of course I am!" After saying that, Heibalang's aura soared, and he actually reached the peak of half-step magical power from the ninth level of true power in one breath, which really surprised people.

"You!" Zhang Jun's eyes widened. He never expected that someone would want to hide his strength like this.

Heihachiro smiled "hehe", twisted his neck, and said: "There is really no way. The old guy originally asked me to suppress my cultivation for ten years, and then wait until I am thirty years old to return to my true nature. I didn't expect to break the precept today."

Zhang Jun asked strangely: "Why suppress cultivation?"

"The old guy has always said that my character is insufficient." Heihachiro said, "I think that when I am thirty years old, I will probably be able to break through."

Zhang Jun looked at him with a strange expression and asked: "How old are you this year? How long have you been suppressing like this?"

"Twenty-nine, you must have been suppressed like this for six years." He said in a relaxed tone.

He was able to achieve the Return to True Realm at the age of twenty-three. Unexpectedly, Heihachiro was still a great genius! You know, he had just graduated from college when he was twenty-three years old, while others were already halfway to the peak of their magical powers.

Seeing the wonderful expression on Zhang Jun's face, Heibalang felt a sense of accomplishment. He said proudly: "How is it? Are you surprised? Even the old guy with his eyes above his head said that I am a great talent in cultivation. , Although it cannot reach the level of Shen Tianjun, it is still very promising to aspire to become a saint. "

Zhang Jun was greatly moved, and at the same time very happy, because he thought of his disciple Hadi who was far away in Africa. Hardy's qualifications are still higher than those of Hei Hachilang, and his future achievements will definitely not be weak.

"What a pity. It would be great if Hardy could also have half-step magical powers. Let him also participate in the Genius Conference." He thought in his heart.

"Hey, are you so shocked that you can't speak?" Hei Balang stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes: "With your level, are you worthy of shocking others? Wouldn't Zong Yuan shock me as a father to death?"

When Zongyuan was mentioned, Heihachiro was immediately discouraged and said with a grimace: "Well, actually, I am weak in front of you and your son."

Zhang Jun didn't think this was too much. He didn't start practicing until he was in his twenties, and he had been practicing for only sixteen or seventeen years. To be able to achieve today's achievements in sixteen or seventeen years is already considered to be extremely fast, just faster than Hei Hachiro in front of him. As for Zong Yuan, let alone him, he could be more than ten blocks away from him.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, tell me why you insist on becoming a guardian." Zhang Jun was very surprised, "And you have to understand that the tenth-level gods have the combat power of the True Realm. Can you deal with it?"

Heihachiro looked proud: "To answer the second question first, when I was twenty-three years old, I killed an angel from the Western Sect."

Zhang Jun raised his thumb: "I admire you! You can answer the first question."

"That's the 'Big Competition'! It only happens once in seven hundred and twenty years, and it will open the second and third levels of trials on its own. Can you resist this temptation?" He glared at Zhang Jun, "If the old guy knew, he would definitely support me with all his strength. This is a great opportunity!"

"Is it so good?" Zhang Jun was curious, "It's nothing more than a testing ground for the ancients."

"No, no!" Heibalang waved his hands repeatedly, "Let me tell you a fact. The old guy in my family entered the Ancient Holy Land when he was young. He once told me that if he hadn't tried again in the first After being baptized in Liandi, he has no achievements today. Just the first level of trial can make him achieve the status of becoming a saint. Do you think it is contrary to heaven? "

Zhang Jun was greatly shocked and asked: "If you enter the second level, won't you be able to achieve great success?"

"It's not that simple. You must have sufficient qualifications so that you can advance to a higher level during the trial. Otherwise, among the ten people in the old guy's class, he wouldn't be the only one to reach the level of sainthood." Hei Hachilang said.

Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes, saying that he must become a guardian no matter what!

In another place, Yang Tianxuan stood in the middle with a sneer. Surrounded by a group of divine warriors, he seemed to have recovered from his previous setbacks and was currently giving orders to his subordinates.

"The ten places have been basically determined, and you will become the guardians of these young geniuses. Everything is going according to plan, and there can be no mistakes. Before that, you must keep the guardian place for me!" He stared at the crowd and said, "Whoever fails will die!"

The gods and warriors felt awe-inspiring and nodded in agreement.

The rest time has passed, Xiao Kunlun has finally completed its preparations, and the round has officially begun. The first person Zongyuan faced was the Orthodox Christian Gude. There had been conflicts between the two of them for a long time, and they were both a bit jealous when they faced off against each other.

Goode sneered: "Boy, the three religions of your Middle-earth religion have long since declined. I think you might as well follow me and join the Orthodox Church. Maybe you can have a good future."

Zongyuan didn't even bother to answer, he just looked at him like he was an idiot. This look made Good furious, and he said sternly: "Boy, I will let you know what the strength of a genius is right now!"

"There's so much nonsense." Zong Yuan said helplessly, and then with a sway, he rushed towards the other party.

As a Holy Spirit Angel, Goode naturally has extraordinary means. He shouted loudly, and a dazzling white light erupted all over his body, forming a cross epee in his hand, and then stabbed Zong Yuan fiercely.

He is obviously a very violent person, attacking with attack, trying to defeat Zong Yuan in the shortest possible time.

Zongyuan's magical power is a powerful magical power that can imitate any kind of magical power. But strictly speaking, what Goode displayed was not a magical power, but a power of faith, which people in revealed religions call the power of the Holy Spirit. The power of the Holy Spirit is not the same. Different believers have different attributes of the power of the Holy Spirit.

For example, Gude's power of the Holy Spirit is as heavy as mercury and as thick as the earth. This kind of power is very suitable for close combat, because he is extremely powerful and indestructible.

Therefore, Zong Yuan did not imitate his powerful magical power. He simply released his magical power, and then used his powerful physical body to kill them fiercely. The nine-turn golden body and the refinement of the Great Five Elements Divine Light Talisman made his physique more domineering than Zhang Jundu, and he was not afraid of attacks of this level at all.

"boom!"

Like a demon flying across the sky, Zong Yuan's clothes were fluttering, his hair was flying, and with terrifying murderous intent and domineering fighting spirit, he slammed his fist wrapped in five-color brilliance onto the tip of the sword.