"Fellow Daoist Mo, please stop quickly. I have something to tell you about, which involves the great opportunity to enter the foundation-building period... no..."

The moment the shield was about to break, Qingwen shouted loudly, but unfortunately, she could no longer support her before she finished speaking. The poisonous thorn suddenly tightened and pierced into all parts of her body. At the same time, another wave of ice arrows came in a flash and passed directly through her body.

"Things cannot be done, please withdraw quickly..."

Seeing that Qingtan's death was gone, how dare the other people stayed again? They just greeted him and wanted to leave. Unfortunately, if it was okay at the beginning, it would be too late to leave now.

Mo Juren activated several thorn talismans again and fought against the five people. The other party was already entangled and could not get out of it, and most of his magic power was consumed. At this moment, he was helpless in the face of the sudden appearance of poisonous thorns and thorns, and was immediately entangled.

"Give me your life..."

Some people begged for mercy loudly, some people couldn't even say anything to beg for mercy. In the blink of an eye, screams rang out one after another, and the five people were killed, and they could not die any more.

A big battle came quickly and ended faster. It was obvious that the number of people won the more with less, but the counter-killing was successful so smoothly, which was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.

Especially Han Yunfeng, as a fighting maniac, always feels a little unsatisfied. When his sister Han Yunzhi saw this scene, she immediately rolled her eyes.

On the contrary, Han Li, this time was the first life-and-death battle between colleagues he had experienced since he was practicing immortality, and he felt a lot. Especially when he saw the master's heroic scene, he couldn't help but feel envious.

The Han brothers and sisters are no exception. Han Yunfeng even said directly that if Brother Mo goes to participate in the life and death arena, it will be difficult for the enemy to resist without any defense with this kind of "raceful" fighting style. Even monks from family backgrounds like their brothers and sisters will have a headache when facing this fighting style.

Next is when harvesting the spoils, each person gained more or less something. The Qingwen group is considered a veteran of robbery, so they still have a little wealth. For example, the other party's black iron rod is a magic weapon, but it is a bit rough and has no other effect except for its weight and tougher weight.

Mo Juren only glanced at him and threw him to Han Li next to him. The latter did not dislike him. Although it was not the style he liked, it was still a magic weapon, which was much stronger than his long sword.

After cleaning up, the four of them set off again.

On the way, Mo Juren secretly took stock of the gains and losses of this battle, and finally confirmed that it could be described as "heavy losses". The thorn talisman alone used nine pieces, three magic talismans, and countless ice arrow talismans. In total, it was spent more than one hundred spirit stones. Although there were some gains, none of them were useful to him, which was equivalent to zero.

...

The Ascension Conference is a grand event that the lower-level immortal cultivators yearn for.

Those who meet the criteria for cultivating immortals in the Qi training stage can get the opportunity to enter the seven major sects as long as they can achieve the top ten results in the conference, and will also receive the reward of a foundation-building pill.

Speaking of foundation-building pills, everyone in the world of immortal cultivation knows it. It is a necessary thing for 90% of cultivators to build foundations. Unfortunately, the spiritual medicines required to refine this elixir is becoming increasingly rare, making the amount of foundation-building pills completely insufficient.

The big sects are not bad, but because they have enough resources, they can still refine some of them, but they can only meet some of the top-quality disciples in the sect. As for the casual cultivators, they don’t even think about it.

The result can be imagined that whether it is a large number of young monks in the family or countless casual cultivators, they are all very dissatisfied with this, and even develop strong hatred for the great sect's behavior of dominating resources.

In order to alleviate this confrontation, the smart people in the seven sects came up with a solution, which was to hold an Immortal Ascension Conference every ten years, at which time, ten of them would be selected from all participants, totaling seventy winners, so that they would be qualified to join the sect directly, and an unconditional reward of a Foundation Building Pill.

As a result, the anger of the monks disappeared and they devoted all their energy to the conference. The seven sects were about to eliminate hidden dangers, and they could gain excellent disciples, and they could also ensure that the elixirs would not flow out. It was a three-killing victory.

The Ascension Conference is held every ten years, and the location you choose is different each time. For example, this time, it is in a hidden mountain range in Lanzhou.

After several days of travel, the four of them finally arrived at the venue of the Ascension Conference. At this time, the square in front of their sight was already crowded with people.

Looking up, I saw seven circular arenas in the center of the vast field from left to right. Outside each are covered by a layer of transparent light curtain, which is very magical.

There was still some time before the conference began, so the seven sects had not arrived yet. The anxious monks were unable to rest as soon as they gathered together in groups of three or three to communicate with each other.

However, this kind of communication is different from when we met in Tainan, because no one knows whether the other party will become the opponent they will encounter next. If so, it is very likely that it will be a life-and-death ending. Therefore, each of them is wary in their hearts, and the meaning of temptation is stronger.

"Brother Mo, my little sister and I are going to the ring set up by Lingbeast Mountain. Do we want to go together?"

"I came here this time to see the world, and I had no other extravagance. I might return to the world when the conference ends. This time I was able to make friends with two people, which is considered a honor for Mo. I will part with the immortals and mortals in the future, and I will see each other again. "Mo Juren said sincerely at this time, but his words gave people a feeling of bleakness and sadness. Han Yunfeng's lips opened, and he was about to say something, but was gently pulled by the little sister beside him, but he didn't say it.

"Since that's the case, then Brother Mo and Fellow Daoist Han, goodbye." Han Yunfeng sighed lightly, no longer wasting time, and then took his younger sister to the distance.

Han Li was a little confused at this time. He said that he planned to return to Jiayuan City after the conference.

It’s not true, right? Didn’t you say that you have your own plans before and don’t ask more questions? Could it be that you are comforting me? In this case, should you return the order to ascension to the master?

My mind was a little confused. I subconsciously looked up at the other person, but unexpectedly, I was directly glared at me.

"What to look for? Go find a place to rest."

Mo Juren guessed Han Li's thoughts and immediately interrupted the other party's inquiry. Without waiting for his response, he went straight to a remote corner ahead.

"Master, what are you planning?"

In a remote location, after the two of them sat down, Han Li couldn't help but ask again.

"I have experienced all the hardships of my teacher and finally got here. Do you think I will give up?" Seeing the worry in the other party's eyes, Mo Juren felt a little warm in his heart. He did not answer directly, but instead pointed a tactful sentence.

Han Li was so smart that he instantly understood the true meaning. That would be great, and he felt less apologized. Unfortunately, the master was too nervous and refused to reveal it at all, which was really itchy.

Time passed slowly, and a few days passed in a blink of an eye.

The monks attending the conference were waiting in pain. Finally, one morning, a huge bird appeared at the end of the sky.

Everyone was shocked, and the people from the Seven Sects finally arrived.
Chapter completed!