Eternal Tranquility

As a grand gathering for the highest level of the entire world of immortal cultivation, the Kunzhong Conference is extremely lively. There are many low-level monks coming and going. They come from all interfaces and can only watch a fierce competition between empty-level major cultivators.

Because there were so many people coming, air restrictions were set up near the venue. Everyone could only enter the high-rise building from the entrance and pay a large amount of spiritual stones before they could enter the battle stage they wanted to watch.

If you don’t want to spend this spiritual stone, you can also just pay the basic admission fee and watch outside the building. However, although the battle stages are floating and transparent, due to the protection of the magic circle, you can only see the ever-changing blur outside. light and shadow.

The news that Dao Kui was going to die spread like wildfire. Everyone looked up at the flying boat that ignored the restricted air restrictions and flew towards the top of the tall building. They all rushed to the Xuanhuang Realm monk who was selling tickets in front of the building.

"How many spiritual stones does Dao Kui have? I want to buy them!"

"Eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight!"

"You are robbing, it's so expensive!"

"Don't buy it if it's too expensive. Give me three. I want the best seat in the front row!"

"The best position is one hundred and eighty eight hundred and eighty-eight, right next to the edge of the magic circle. You can feel the power of the magic on the field personally. Do you want it?"

The monk who asked couldn't help but hesitate: This is too expensive!

He didn't want to buy it, but there was someone who was not short of spiritual stones, and the front row seats were quickly sold out, making it impossible to buy any more.

The Xuanhuang Realm monks were all beaming and busy, and they were reluctant to collect the spirit stones.

In the air, the flying boat flew slowly around the tall buildings. Lian Zhen introduced to everyone:

"The Kunzhong Conference is only held once every five thousand years. Every time it is hosted, it takes several rounds of competition to get the right to host it. Therefore, everyone in our Xuanhuang world attaches great importance to this conference. The preliminary preparations alone have taken hundreds of years. !”

Lian Zhen looked proud and pointed downwards and said: "Including this building, it was specially built for this conference. Each battle platform has been specially refined, and the defensive power of the formation is top-notch. Go on stage. Taoist friends don’t have to worry at all, they can play as much as they want, and they don’t have to worry about being affected outside the court.”

Everyone was very complimentary and praised the venue, so Lian Zhen became even more happy and turned to Liu Qinghuan and said:

"Fellow Taoist Taiwei, the competition between you and Taoist Wu Chang is arranged on the highest floor. There is the largest Tianzi Field in the entire venue. It has the best defense and can accommodate the largest number of watching monks. Is that good?"

Liu Qinghuan looked up and nodded: "It's your arrangement."

Zhou Jiyuan didn't even raise his eyes. He held his sword and leaned against the boat wall with his eyes closed to rest. He swept away the madness and perversity before, and his breath became as calm as an abyss, as if he was preparing for the next battle.

Seeing this, Lian Zhen stopped talking nonsense. After whispering a few words to the monk who came forward to report, the flying boat finally docked at the top of the building.

Walking into the battle platform, everyone found that the internal space of the circular battle platform was much larger than it looked from the outside. There were many monks sitting around it, and more people were pouring in from the two entrances next to it.

Seeing their group appear, the venue suddenly became noisy. Everyone stretched their necks and looked over. When they saw Liu Qinghuan's figure, screams and shouts filled the sky again.

When Liu Qinghuan and Zhou Jiyuan stood still on the stage, the discussion became even noisier.

"Who is that person? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"I don't know. His description, tsk! Is it grandstanding?"

"What the hell, you are blind, I am an eighth-level Mahayana monk!"

"And this person is not an unknown person. His Taoist name is Wu Chang, also known as Xue Wu Chang. Have you ever heard of the Sword Dao killing battle in Guangxiao Shangji Realm? He faced off against two people of the same level in the late Mahayana stage..."

"The results of it?"

"He killed those two people on the spot!"

"Wow~"

There were exclaims all around, and someone asked: "Can Dao Kui defeat him? He is so strong, and his cultivation level is two full levels higher than Dao Kui..."

"It's hard to say. I heard that Daokui is also very powerful, so he should be able to..."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but the two people on the stage stood quietly. Lian Zhen stood on the sidelines and coughed twice, and the sound immediately spread throughout the audience.

"Fellow Taoist Taiwei and fellow Taoist Wichang, there are two questions that I need to confirm with you before the battle." Lian Zhen said: "Fight to the death, life or death, are you sure you want to fight in this way?"

"I'll try to keep it as tight as possible." Zhou Jiyuan raised his chin and said, "I'll try to leave him a whole body!"

Liu Qing smiled happily and took out the Qianqiu Samsara Pen from his sleeve.

Seeing that the two of them had made up their minds, Lian Zhen couldn't be persuaded and continued: "As a result of this game, will the two of you be included in the competition?"

"Big stadium?" Liu Qinghuan was puzzled.

"Just like all Mahayana monks, if you win, you will advance to the next round. You have to compete for at least five rounds before you can enter the final final showdown."

"Forget it." Liu Qinghuan didn't want to be so tired. He didn't come to the Kunzhong Conference to compete, and he only played on a whim.

"Okay." Lian Zhen nodded: "In order to meet the needs of many Taoist friends, the Kunzhong Conference also has a separate sparring field, which is more free and casual."

The sparring field is actually specially prepared for overhauls like them. There are basically no rules and it relies on prior agreement between the two parties.

"Where's Fellow Taoist Impermanence?"

"That's it!" Zhou Jiyuan cherished his words like gold.

"Then let's begin!" Lian Zhen said no more. He raised his hand, and the magic array light curtains rose from both sides, covering the entire battle stage.

The noisy voices in the audience suddenly faded away. Liu Qinghuan cupped his hands and said to the other side: "Please!"

"Please!" Zhou Jiyuan was not rude, but as soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared!

Liu Qinghuan calmly cast a spell, and his figure faded away.

For a moment, the stage became empty, and not a single person could be seen. After waiting for a while, there was still no movement.

There was an uproar in the audience, some people began to complain dissatisfied, some people saw something, and their faces gradually became serious.

Invisible places, invisible barriers were erected in the space, and then melted invisibly. The entire battle stage was like a broken eye of the wind, turbulent and chaotic.

Two shadows gradually appeared, looming like ghosts, shuttled back and forth as fast as lightning, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and a gorgeous firework exploded on the stage!

Zhou Jiyuan landed heavily and slashed into the air with the long sword in his hand. Like a sudden flash, the large array of light curtains suddenly trembled violently.

Liu Qinghuan's figure appeared on the other side, the Qianqiu Samsara pen in his hand shook. A large thick fog rose from under his feet, with white air surging on one side and black mist filling the other.

His figure was once again hidden by the mist, and the flying bloody sword light cut a deep crack into the fighting platform, but when it fell into the mist, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any ripples.

The realm of Tao unfolds, the meaning of Tao spreads, and there is no support for life and death.

Zhou Jiyuan always thought that his movement skills were mysterious enough, but he didn't expect to encounter someone even more mysterious than him today. He couldn't even catch the opponent's shadow.

He sneered, and the sword in his hand bloomed with black light like a spider web: "The Tao realm, I am breaking the Tao realm of people like you!"