Chapter 2105 One Month

According to the map, Su Zimo moved forward in the direction of the Panlong Mountains.

In the meantime, there have been some crises.

Fortunately, he is now a sixth-order earth immortal. With the help of treasures such as the Suppressing Prison Cauldron and many powerful methods, he already has some self-protection power, and it is considered safe.

In the process of rushing on the road with all his strength, Su Zimo did not dare to be distracted by the practice.

In his body, although he has accumulated a lot of heaven and earth vitality because of the inheritance of the "Tai Shang Xuan Ling Bei Diu Zhen Jing", he still has no chance to absorb and refine it.

Therefore, his cultivation realm has just entered the level of the sixth-order Earth Immortal.

Two months later, Su Zimo finally saw the Panlong Mountains.

Even without comparing the map, he can conclude that the endlessly sprawling and majestic mountain range in front of him is the Panlong Mountain Range!

Xingyu is right, whoever walks here will not ignore this majestic mountain range in front of him.

Coming to this vicinity, the Panlong Mountains on the map also became clearer and clearer, manifesting as a curved, dark, thick line that spanned almost the entire Shenxiao Continent, dividing the continent into two!

This Panlong Mountain Range can no longer be measured simply by its length.

The terrain of the Panlong Mountains is complex and changeable. Some areas are winding and twisting, such as the dragon sneaking, and some areas are surrounded by a circle, like the dragon lying in a cross, which is quite charming.

Su Zimo moved on.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo to hear the sound of clamor from the front. Above the mountain range, there were many figures, densely packed.

In the sky above the Panlong Mountains, there are also four huge auspicious clouds floating, with hundreds of people standing on them, condescending.

When he came to the vicinity of the Panlong Mountains, Su Zimo really felt the grand occasion of the election of Xianzong.

At the top of the mountain range, there are many monks standing, and at a glance, like a crucian carp crossing the river, there are at least millions of monks, and the voices are full of people!

The realms of these monks are different, Xuanxian, Earth Immortal, and Heavenly Immortal.

Some are loose cultivators, and some are cultivators from some sect forces, gathered together, stared at the bottom of the mountain, and exclaimed and cheered from time to time.

Su Zimo soared into the air, and not long after, he also came to the top of the mountain and looked down.

I saw a huge water curtain bulging slightly below this mountain range, suspended in mid-air.

Above the water curtain, images are reflected, and you can clearly see that some monks are fighting for their lives, some are walking alone, and some are struggling to escape.

This water curtain is somewhat similar to the mirror of the mirage, which can reflect many situations in an area on the water curtain.

Su Zimo glanced around, came to a Xuanxian, and coughed lightly.

The Xuanxian was taken aback by the voice and looked back.

"I ask you a few things."

Su Zimo's expression was calm and his tone was indifferent.

"Sir, please speak."

This Xuanxian couldn't figure out the details of Su Zimo, plus his cultivation realm was not high, so he didn't dare to neglect, and responded quickly.

"What are the rules of this Xianzong election, tell me."

Su Zimo didn't make any detours, and asked bluntly.

This Xuanxian was slightly startled, but quickly reacted, saying: "The general election of Xianzong is actually a gathering of many Earth Immortal powerhouses to fight each other."

"The terrain of this section of the Panlong Mountains is about to encircle each other, forming a valley. I heard that the powerhouses of the four immortal sects have joined forces to use this terrain to arrange a closed formation."

"The water curtain below can reflect the battle situation in the valley at any time."

The Xuanxian explained while pointing at the valley surrounded by the Panlong Mountains.

"How many Earth Immortals participated in the Xianzong election this time?"

Su Zimo asked.

This Xuanxian said: "Before the general election, the four immortal sects announced the number, a total of 184,511 people."

"so much!"

Su Zimo was speechless.

You must know that those who participated in the election of Xianzong were not ordinary earth immortals.

Those who dare to participate in the general election of the Immortal Sect are all the top powerhouses among the earth immortals, and the lowest cultivation realm must be the seventh-order earth immortal!

Being able to gather 180,000 top immortals here shows the attraction of the four great immortal sects to many monks.

What's even more cruel is that 180,000 top earth immortals competed for each other, and only 100 were selected in the end!

The competition is too fierce.

Being able to participate in the general election of Xianzong means that he has already surpassed the vast majority of earth immortals.

Among this group of people, one hundred of the most outstanding earth immortals have to be selected to have the opportunity to worship the four immortal sects!

Su Zimo stared at the pair of cultivators who were fighting in the water curtain below.

One of them was defeated, severely wounded, and he was about to die in the hands of the other party. This man suddenly took out a golden token.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light burst out from this golden token, forming a golden mask to protect this person and resist all the attacks of the cultivator on the opposite side.

Then, a whirlpool suddenly appeared on top of the two of them.

The cultivator who was severely damaged and defeated was dragged in, but the golden token in his hand was left in the valley.

Before entering the vortex, the storage bag on the man's waist suddenly burst, and dozens of identical golden tokens appeared.

The cultivator on the opposite side waved his hand and pocketed these dozens of tokens, looking happy.

The cultivator who was taken away by the whirlpool was thrown out of the battlefield and landed outside the Panlong Mountains, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"What is that golden token?"

Su Zimo asked.

"That's the Coiling Dragon Order issued by the Four Great Immortal Sects, and every Earth Immortal who participated in the election of the Immortal Sect has one."

The Xuanxian said: "If you are really lost in the valley below, or if you encounter a life-and-death crisis, you will inject vitality into the Coiling Dragon Order, and it will stimulate a golden mask to save your life."

"Of course, this also means failure, and will be taken away, leave the battlefield, and leave the Coiling Dragon Token on the body in the valley."

After pausing for a while, Xuanxian said: "Right, there is one more point, the Xianzong election will last for a year, no matter how many people are left on the battlefield at the end, the one hundred people who get the most Panlong orders will be the final winners."

Su Zimo nodded slightly.

In this way, some monks can avoid passive challenges, hide and hold on to the end.

Su Zimo thought of one more thing, the rules of the Ten Absolute Prisons in the City of Thunder are very likely to be modeled after the election of the Immortal Sect, and the two are somewhat similar.

However, the Ten Absolute Prisons are completely killing mode, and there is no other way out.

And the general election of Xianzong, at least left a ray of life for the earth immortals who entered the battlefield.

As long as you know how to give up, you will never die if you use the Coiling Dragon Order at a critical moment.

Su Zimo thought of an extremely critical matter, and suddenly asked, "How long will the election of Xianzong end?"

"There's only one month left."

The Xuanxian pointed at the valley and said, "There were originally more than 180,000 Earth Immortals. After half a year of competition, there are only more than 1,000 people left on the battlefield, and it will be over soon."

"A month?"

Su Zimo's eyes were deep, looking at the valley below, and murmured softly, "There is enough time."