Chapter 423 Ren Changhong Ascends to Heaven

Chapter 423 Ren Changhong - Ascension

"Palace Master Ye, I am seriously injured now and I am afraid that I can't continue, but the relic left by the ninth generation ancestor of Xuannv Sect is still hidden in the ruins of King Kong City. Can you please help us find the relic?"

Faced with Yao Yin's invitation, Ye Jie certainly would not refuse: "Okay, let me find it with you to avoid any more accidents."

With Ye Jie's promise, Su Miao felt warm in her heart, and then felt sincerely relieved, and reminded:

"Be careful, that relic is the most powerful first-grade artifact. So many years have passed, and I don't know whether the relic is well preserved and how much power it has left. Any first-grade artifact has the ability to subvert the world, so don't be careless!"

"First-grade artifact..."

Ye Jie took a deep breath. He didn't expect that the relic mentioned by Su Miao and the others was so precious.

The incomplete Book of Life and Death in the main account alone can modify the files of all living beings and bring Ye Jie a completely new fortune. If it is a complete first-grade artifact, how powerful would it be?

Yao Yin frowned and said worriedly: "The master's relics are hidden in the deepest part of King Kong City, where the purest purple air from the East is protecting it. Every step I take seems to be cut by the purple air from the East. Even I can't break through. If I force my way in, I will only get hurt in the end..."

The purple air from the East is the most mysterious breath in the world. It is erratic and unrestrained. It is the miracle of the birth of the morning sun. It can turn into soft silk to soothe the pain, and it can also condense into magic light to destroy everything.

There are only a few magic skills in the world that can borrow the power of the purple air from the East, including the purple magic pupils given by the Tang King.

Although Ye Jie learned the Purple Demon Eye by modifying the files, with his qualifications, he could hardly bear to absorb a wisp of purple air, and he was afraid that he could not break through the purple air blocking the road here.

Ye Jie naturally understood the power of the purple air from the East, and asked: "In this case, what should we do to break through the purple air from the East that guards here and take back the relics of the Xuannv Sect?"

Yao Yin pondered and said: "I saw that the venerable who came here from the Equal Hall was also blocked by the purple air from the East on a different road. Maybe they have a way to break through the purple air from the East. Let's go and ask them."

Ye Jie nodded, which sounded like a solution.

Several people immediately set off to find the venerable who came from the Equal Hall.

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Abbot Fairy Island

Ren Changhong stood on the top of the vast fairy mountain, her white clothes were like snow, and every strand of her clothes seemed to have its own spirituality, fluttering in the wind. The high ponytail tied behind her head exuded a sharp aura, and her goose neck was straight and slender. She seemed to have the aura of a fairy who had not yet become a fairy.

Below, the competition for the quota of immortals among many contestants has entered a white-hot stage.

The contestants who can participate in the Immortal Ascension Conference have their own outstanding qualities. They are either the geniuses cultivated by the sect or the hardworking practitioners who have been seeking the truth for many years. Now, they are fighting to the death for the only two remaining quotas for immortals.

Only after experiencing the most brutal battles can they prove their determination to become immortals and be qualified to be listed in the immortal class and be named on the Conferred God List.

"So this is what it feels like to watch all living things fighting."

Ren Changhong let out a long sigh, looking contented. The brutal trials and cruel duels below, even she, who was used to seeing Shuras, couldn't help but secretly smack her lips.

Luckily, she didn't have to get involved in all this. She was the descendant of Xuannv, and she didn't have to do anything to become one of the winners. Once the trials were over, she could ascend to heaven on the same day.

Beside her, Shen Qingge also glimpsed the many players fighting endlessly below, and her cold eyes showed some emotion:

"Everyone thinks that they can be free and unrestrained after ascending to heaven, but they don't know that the heaven is the place with the most strict hierarchy. Many times, birth represents everything. The title of a descendant of Xuannv is enough to overwhelm everyone here."

Ren Changhong laughed: "Being a descendant of Xuannv is our strength, and all this is what we deserve. Don't forget that luck is also a part of strength."

The conversation between the masters did not disturb Li Fei'e. She stared at the field, her eyes were sometimes worried and sometimes uneasy, and suddenly she exclaimed: "Oh no, he is about to die..."

Following Li Fei'e's pointing, the two people's eyes also fell on a player in the field.

Unlike other players, he is not a human, but a demon with a dragon head and a human body.

He held a long knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife flashed with lightning, but now it dimmed. Under the targeted siege of the other contestants, he fought hard for a long time, gradually became exhausted, and was accidentally seriously injured. The fatal moves kept attacking him, and his life was like a candle in the wind.

Beside Li Fei'e, Meng Junyao was terrified and dared not look anymore. She finally found the whereabouts of her blood relatives, but before she could recognize them, she had to be separated by the Yin and Yang, which made her heart bitter and nowhere to tell.

Seeing her like this, Li Fei'e felt sorry for her and pulled Shen Qingge and said, "Master, what should we do now? I think the little yellow dragon is about to die. Is there any way to help him?"

Shen Qingge glanced sideways: "The fight at the Ascension Conference is not convenient for outsiders to intervene. Even if we are the descendants of Xuannv, we cannot break this rule. He is not the descendant of Xuannv, and I want to help him, but I can't help him, unless..."

After a pause, she turned coldly and looked at Ren Changhong: "Unless the master is willing to take action. No matter what, the master also took out the order to ascension. If she told the Heavenly King that she was willing to give up the privilege of the descendant of Xuannv, she would personally Take the trial, maybe you have the chance to enter the rescue..."

In response, Ren Changhong sneered: "Give up the privilege? I don't want to do that. The contestants who participated in the Immortal Ascension Conference gathered the geniuses of the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou Secret Cultivation Sect. There were several of them, and even I felt very good. It's tricky. If you really end up in the competition, it's not certain whether you can win. It's enough to just watch it on the wall, why do you have to take risks with yourself? "

Shen Qingge didn't force it: "It seems there is nothing I can do, I just hope he will be blessed with himself."

Li Feiyue pursed her lips hard, with a little aggrieved in her eyes. She couldn't convince her master, and could only sweat for the little Huanglong who was fighting hard below her, for fear that something would make Meng Junyao feel sad.

However, the more Li Feige doesn't want anything, the more he comes.

On the field, under the siege of many contestants, the little Huanglong could no longer hold on and his aura became weaker and weaker.

"You dare to get involved in the immortal class even if you are a monster? What a joke!"

Among the besiegers, a man in brocade robe smiled proudly. He had a semi-immortal cultivation, strong aura, and the strength he showed was even stronger than the ordinary second-turn immortal. I don’t know what secret technique he had used.

He flashed forward, and the sword appeared like a dragon, and the fierce sound of gold and iron clashing was heard. The little yellow dragon's long sword broke out, and the tiger's mouth was full of blood.

"The monster is a monster. It's so vulnerable in front of Lin Tian, ​​my Penglai Palace!"

Lin Tian laughed loudly, and his eyes showed the pleasure of the winner.

Seeing this, Li Feiyue, who was watching the battle above, was very angry and said to the people beside him:

"In the melee just now, there were obviously so many cultivators besieging the little Huanglong, but the man kept hiding in the end until the little Huanglong completely lost his strength, and then he took a shameless move!"

Shen Qingge raised his eyes slightly, and then he heard the little yellow dragon's voice say:

"Human half-immortal, you are very strong. If my spiritual power is intact, you may be able to use your ultimate move to fight you, but now it is not possible... You won this Immortal Ascension Conference, and I admit defeat."

Although Xiao Huanglong gave in, Lin Tian did not mean to let him go at all. A few sharp light flashed in his eyes:

"How dare monsters speak loudly! We practitioners, we should kill demons and eliminate ghosts. Isn't the place you want to come? Let you go today. I don't know how many people will be killed by you in the future. Let's die!"

Hearing this, Li Feige shouted that something was wrong, but he saw that Lin Tian’s sword had been completed. As early as the conversation, he had secretly prepared momentum and had no intention of letting the little Huanglong go from the beginning.

The sword light flashed, the dragon's head separated, and the gurgling dragon blood stained the earth red. By the time Lin Tian collected the sword, the little Huanglong had been killed on the spot.

The onlookers next to them were first shocked by the scene and were silent. What followed was the shouting of tsunami.

People shouted Lin Tian's name, impressed by his heroic posture when he killed the dragon, and cheered for his amazing strength.

As for the fallen little Huanglong, no one mourned him, and even Meng Junyao's sobs were completely submerged by the noise around him.

Li Feiyou opened his eyes wide and looked resentful: "How could he do this? Little Huanglong obviously gave up, but he refused to let it go and insisted on putting it to death! What about the referee of the conference? Did the referee not care about it? "" "

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Faced with Li Feiyue's complaint, Shen Qingge's eyes were calm, and nothing could make ripples in her heart. She said slowly:

"That Lin Tian is from Penglai Palace. He has only a lot of talented magical powers than you and me. I think he is also the reincarnation of an immortal with a high and powerful position in the past. With the potential he showed, he will inevitably become the star of the future in the Heavenly Court. The referee dared not take the risk of offending him and made a fair judgment... The identity of the monster was destined to be no practitioner who stood up for the little Huanglong."

Ren Changhong curled his lips: "It's over now, and it seems that the situation has been settled. Lin Tian will definitely become one of the winners of the Ascension Conference and be listed on the List of Gods with me."

Not long after, the melee below finally came to an end. In addition to Lin Tian, ​​there was another casual cultivator who was not very handsome.

"Who are you? Can you stand with me until the end?"

Lin Tian was a little surprised. The aura of the casual cultivator disappeared and there was no sense of existence at all. It was not until Lin Tian cleared all the enemies and only two were left that he realized that there was such a person. He didn't even remember seeing the casual cultivator take action. Pass.

The casual cultivator refused to answer, but at this time, he heard the grand and vast announcement from the highest fairy mountain on the abbot's island:

"The quota for ascending to immortals has been set. Those who pass this Immortal Ascend to Immortals are Zhang Zuoxin of Laojun Palace, Ren Changhong of Xuannv, Liu Qi of Xutian City... Lin Tian of Penglai Palace, and Wang Liu of the wandering cultivator."

After hearing the series of names mentioned in the announcement, even Li Feiyue was stunned for a moment: "Wait a minute, aren't there only three ascension quotas? Why did you report more than a dozen names at once?"

Li Feiyou thought that there were only three winners in the end, but unexpectedly, there were more than a dozen people who were going to be ranked in the immortal class in the end, so he was stunned.

"Since there are so many places, why do those people just now have to fight to the death for two places?" Li Feige was puzzled.

Ren Changhong smiled and patted Li Feiyue's head: "Don't worry about the immortal affairs. In short, the Immortal Ascension Conference has ended, and I can ascend to become an immortal today... For this day, I can wait It's been too long."

Thinking of the hard work he had been practicing along the way, Ren Changhong couldn't help but feel emotion, and what followed was the lingering joy.

For those who practice, one day they can ascend to the immortal throne is undoubtedly the happiest thing, and nothing can prove their own hard work.

Ren Changhong was no exception, full of joy filled her heart. Unfortunately, the person she wanted to share the joy with the most was not here now.

"After that... where has Ajie gone? Didn't he say that he would come as soon as possible after handling the matter of the Witch Temple? Why is there still no news at all?"

Ren Changhong pursed her lips. Ye Jie clearly said that she would come to the abbot's Immortal Island before she became an immortal, but time was almost over, but Ye Jie had not come yet, which made her feel a little deceived. The meaning of anger.

"Forget it... I'll give him another surprise after I ascend to the immortal."

When they arrived at the gathering place of the winners, in addition to Lin Tian and the unpretentious casual cultivator, many extraordinary descendants of the sect also appeared here. Like Ren Changhong, they were all the winners of the Immortal Ascension Conference. Those who can ascend to immortality just by writing their name on the List of Gods.

Everyone gathered together, and the king of the king finally put down his endless pipa, turned to pull out a simple and broken bamboo slip from his arms, and then spread the bamboo slips on a bluestone slab.

Looking at the bamboo slips, even the descendant of the Immortal Sect who was from a large sect, I couldn't help but hold my breath at this moment.

That bamboo slip is a legendary first-class magic weapon. Although it is only a broken part, it also contains the power of the Gods' List. As long as you write your name on it, you can ascend to the sky and become an immortal in an instant!

The road to becoming an immortal is right ahead. Everyone is holding their breath, not even a trace of breath, for fear of disturbing the king and causing him to write his name incorrectly.

"Since you're all here, it's time to prepare to ascend."

The king of the country spoke slowly. He glanced at the winners of this generation, then picked up his pen, preparing to write their names on the bamboo slips.

As the King of Heaven wrote, everyone's breathing was extremely slow. Seeing that they were about to be ranked in the Immortal Class, the King of Heaven stopped his hands and his eyes also showed a little strange.

He slowly raised his head, but saw that at the end of the sky, the green sword cut through the sky and rushed straight to this place. A girl came with a sword, her eyebrows were like fire, and her eyebrows were like swords. In her tightly clenched silver teeth, there was a struggle against the whole world.

After this change, the winner was unclear and secretly discussed it. Only Ren Changhong recognized the girl's identity. She was stunned for a moment and murmured:

"Xia Wei?"