Lord Hong

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"Those mountain peaks are all important places in the sect. We can only watch them from a distance, and we are not qualified to approach them." The short-bearded man smiled and said, "Let's go directly to 'Luoxiao Square', where the general election will be held."

"Yes." Yun Hong nodded, he was not in a hurry.

Although there are many people who come to visit.

But the Luoxiao Square mentioned by the short-bearded man is even more terrifying, with hundreds of miles in length and width, enough to accommodate a large number of immortal cultivators watching the battle.

Yunhong and the others, as the realm of spiritual consciousness, have certain priority privileges, and enter the innermost level through special passages with other immortal cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist, the channel on the left is for viewing the ceremony, and the channel for participating in the election is on the right." The short-bearded man smiled and said, "Which way are you going?"

"Watch the ceremony." Yun Hong said softly

"Well, let's have a look first, a little psychological preparation, and then it's not too late to fight." The short-bearded man still thought that Yunhong came here specially to participate in the general election.

But he was not surprised by Yunhong's choice, most of the qualified monks in the spiritual realm would not play rashly.

After all, there is only one chance, and if you lose, you have to wait another ten years.

suddenly.

An angry shout came from the end of a passage: "You are over 150 years old, and you are also here to participate in the general election? Think you can hide it from the sect? Get out of the sect!"

"Also listen to the monks who want to participate in the spiritual realm. The Zongmen is lenient, and the age has been relaxed to 150 years. If the age exceeds the limit, they will retreat quickly. If they are found again, they will be punished!"

Soon, among the queues queuing up to pass the preliminary examination, several seemingly young monks in the realm of spiritual consciousness quickly retreated upon seeing this.

"Every time someone takes chances." The short-bearded man couldn't help but shook his head and said, "I don't even think about it. The sect is guarded by immortal artifacts and has great powers. How can it be impossible to check the age of the spiritual realm?"

Yun Hong was curious: "Zongmen, is there really a fairy weapon?"

"I just heard about it." The short-bearded man smiled and said, "How can we know such secret things?"

Yun Hong nodded lightly. In the information he purchased, there was no mention of the background cards of the top immortal sects. Presumably it was only mentioned in higher-level information.

soon.

Yun Hong and the short-bearded man entered the majestic and huge ring-shaped viewing platform that was hundreds of miles long. The viewing platform was filled with millions of immortal cultivators watching the battle, one after the other.

Looking at it with Yunhong's eyes.

There were tens of thousands of people in the spiritual realm just watching the battle, and they all sat on the high part of the viewing platform, overlooking the battle arena stretching hundreds of miles below.

Only such a huge battle arena can allow monks in the realm of spiritual consciousness to play to their full potential!

A hazy purple mask enveloped the entire arena, and two monks in the realm of spiritual consciousness were engaged in a fierce battle.

The height of the arena.

A young man in green robe is looking down indifferently.

"Purple Mansion Realm?" Yun Hong saw the opponent's cultivation level at a glance.

"Yes." The short-bearded man on the side smiled and said, "Only the guardians of the Purple Mansion Realm have the ability to stop two monks of the Spiritual Consciousness Realm in an instant, so as to avoid accidental injury."

Yun Hong nodded.

Although the selection is an actual battle, after all it is just a selection of disciples, not a battle for the immortal road. If there is injury or even death, it will not look good on Luo Xiaozong's face.

"Fellow Daoist, who do you think can win between these two?" the short-bearded man asked casually.

"The purple-robed man will lose!" Yun Hong made a judgment after looking at it casually.

With his current understanding of Taoism, which is no less than that of the star realm, it is too easy to see the strength of the two consummate spiritual realms from a high altitude.

"Oh?" The short-bearded man showed doubts on his face, not sure.

"Ha ha!"

Suddenly there was a laughing sound from the side: "Two fellows who came out of nowhere dare to comment freely, dare to say that 'Senior Brother Dong Yaoyun' is going to lose?"

Yun Hong and the short-bearded man couldn't help looking.

The one who scoffed was a thin young man in a purple robe, and beside him sat two monks in the realm of spiritual consciousness in purple robes.

"Yes, Senior Brother Dong Yaoyun is so powerful, how could he let a woman win?"

Seeing each other, the face of the short-bearded man changed slightly, and he even transmitted a voice: "Fellow Daoist, these three are formal disciples of the sect, and you can see that the jade pendants on their waists are all from the Dong clan, so you must not offend them." .”

"A formal disciple of the sect? A member of the Dong clan?" Yun Hong said to himself, seeming to ask himself, but also seemed to ask back: "Is it very powerful?"

Chapter 112 Wind, Not Like This

"Is it great?"

Yunhong had a half-smile on his face, and his eyes swept over the thin purple-robed young man and his two companions.

"Bold."

"How courageous." The emaciated young man in purple robe and the other two companions suddenly changed their expressions and glared at Yunhong.

"Fellow Taoist, be careful." The expression of the short-bearded man sitting beside Yunhong changed drastically.

He was full of regrets.

Originally, he thought that Yunhong had a hope of entering Luoxiaozong, so he wanted to make friends with one or two in advance to expand his network, which might be beneficial in the future, but he never thought that he would run into a stunned young man.

In fact, in the eyes of the short-bearded man.

It's no big deal to have a grudge with a few formal disciples of Luoxiao Palace.

Not to mention the territory of other sects, the disciples of Luoxiao Temple walked in their own territory, and many of them were killed by some casual cultivators of spiritual consciousness.

However, it depends on the occasion and the place!

This is the headquarters of Luoxiao Palace!

Provoking official disciples of Luoxiao Palace here, isn't this the old birthday star hanged himself, looking for death?

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry, you won't be involved." Yun Hong said quite calmly.

The short-bearded man feels bitter in his heart, doesn't it involve me?

Looking at the eyes of the three people in the distance, does it seem that there is no involvement?

Seeing Yun Hong talking and laughing as usual without a trace of fear, the emaciated young man in purple robe sitting in the distance became even more angry.

If Yunhong softened, the matter would be over, but with Yunhong's attitude, where would he put his face?

"You are looking for death, don't blame me." The thin purple-robed youth secretly said, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

call!

The thin young man in purple robe suddenly stood up.

"Two little rogue cultivators, how dare you come here to play wild, without looking at the place?" The thin purple-robed young man stared at Yunhong, and his voice suddenly became louder: "What are you two? How dare you insult my Luoxiao Temple and mock my Dong Clan!"

"What happened?"

"Insulting the sect?"

"What's the situation?" Among those who watched the battle on the viewing stand, although most of them were casual cultivators, there were also quite a few formal disciples of the sect.

Now in the sect, there is an invisible formation suppressing it, making it impossible for everyone to use their spiritual sense to sweep.

But the thin purple-robed youth stood up suddenly, and his voice was so loud that it immediately attracted the attention of many people, and they basically heard the second half of his sentence.

Immediately.

On the viewing platform, which was over a kilometer long, hundreds of cultivators in the spiritual realm looked over, and finally their eyes fell on Yun Hong and the short-bearded man.

With the eyes of the thin and purple-robed youth, the two casual cultivators naturally referred to Yun Hong and the short-bearded man.

"Junior Brother Dongshang, but those two boys?"

"How dare they insult my sect"

"It's so courageous." Some formal disciples of Luoxiao Palace who came to watch the battle couldn't help but express their support.

As disciples of the same clan, these formal disciples of Luoxiao Palace naturally stood on the side of the thin purple-robed youth.

Even if he had doubts in his heart, he would not stand up for the two casual cultivators.

"We didn't insult the sect, we just said that the man in the purple robe will lose." The short-bearded man couldn't help but said.

"Hmph, dare to do it or not? You dare to slander the elite disciples of our sect. You are truly audacious." The thin purple-robed youth snorted coldly, "I think you two should follow me to the punishment peak!"

The face of the short-bearded man changed drastically.

Punishment Peak?

Even if he is a casual cultivator, he has heard of the prestige of this peak.

Luoxiao Palace's subordinates are mainly two courtyards and four peaks.

The Criminal Law Peak not only monitors the interior of the Luoxiao Palace, but also monitors the tens of millions of miles of land governed by the Luoxiao Palace. It is very powerful!

He is in the realm of spiritual consciousness, so it is natural for him to dominate in an ordinary small town, but if he enters the Punishment Peak of Luoxiao Palace, isn't he just letting the other party squeeze him?

Black can become white, and white can be dyed black!

"Are you sure you want me to follow you into the Punishment Peak?" Yun Hong calmly looked at the thin purple-robed youth standing not far away.

"What? Are you scared at this time?" The thin purple-robed youth sneered.

"It's late!" The two purple-robed monks who followed also looked coldly at Yun Hong and the short-bearded man.

"Little casual cultivator, since you are lucky enough to watch the battle, can't you be more honest?"

"Think it's a small place where you stay?"

"ridiculous."

Some sect disciples on the side spoke, their words were full of coldness, as if they really believed the words of the thin purple-robed youth.

Yun Hong knew it in his heart, it seemed that the three people in front of him were planning to use their power to overwhelm others, and completely put the charge of 'insulting Luo Xiaozong' on the two of them.

suddenly.

The sound of boiling sounded.

The short-bearded man heard the reputation, and suddenly he was shocked: "Fellow Daoist, that purple-robed youth really lost!"

"Yeah." Yunhong nodded lightly, he had already expected it.

"what."

"It was really what he said. Senior brother Dong Yaoyun is an elite disciple. He is close to the top ten true biography, but he still lost. What is the background of the woman in red?"

"Could it be that you really have such a sharp vision?" Many monks in the spiritual realm around were also surprised.

This battle was really upset.

"Hmph, the result of the duel is either victory or defeat. This kid is just lucky!" The thin purple-robed youth sneered and said, "Let's go, follow me to the Punishment Peak. If you are right, I will naturally let you go."

talking.

The thin purple-robed young man waved his hand, and the two purple ropes flashed with lightning, and they rushed towards Yunhong and the short-bearded man with a whoosh.

"The magic weapon of bondage?" The short-bearded man's face changed slightly, and he wanted to run away.

He is not too afraid of this magic weapon.

But this is a viewing platform, if you want to resist, you must make a huge commotion, and then it will be a death penalty.

But he didn't wait for the big man with short beard to act.

"call!"

Like a gust of wind passing by, the two lightning-fast purple rope magic weapons were instantly grasped by a big hand as white as jade!

"Crack~" There was a flash of lightning, and the air shook!

But those big hands seemed to be holding two silk threads, motionless, and even the magic weapon of the rope could hardly penetrate the three-foot space.

Can't break free.

"Friend Daoist, you!" The short-bearded man looked at this scene in shock, looking at Yun Hong who seemed to be just grabbing two little snakes casually.

"I told you, it's fine." Yunhong said with a smile.

"This!"

"Receive the magic weapon with the palm of your hand? It's a cultivator in the realm of spiritual consciousness!"

"No wonder you're not afraid." The expression of many immortal cultivators around changed, and the eyes they looked at Yunhong changed instantly.