The sect competition officially begins!

The Three Thousand Dao Sect Competition will last for a full half year.

The previous month was a competition for three generations of disciples.

In the middle of two months, it was a competition for the second generation of disciples.

In the last three months, there was a competition for true disciples.

Qingxi Mountains and Blessed Land, a contest of disciples of the three generations, is located in Yinlongjing.

Early this morning, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone, a clear cry of roosters was heard.

Immediately, there were great works of glory and thousands of auspicious colors.

Nine rays of spiritual light rose from the nine peaks of the Zhengtang.

Every ray of inspiration is a powerful prison hall magic weapon.

The one who is in charge of the magic weapon of the prison hall is the nine elders of the prison hall.

At this time, on the peak of Qingxi Shanfu Landlord, Chen Tongxuan, the majestic mountain master, spoke slowly.

"The time has come, Yinlong Well is opened!"

The sound is grand and majestic, spread throughout the Qingxi and Mountains!

The nine deacons bowed and bowed, "Abide by the orders of the Lord of the Mountain!"

They all activated their true energy and activated the prison hall magic weapon they were in charge to their limit.

The light of inspiration surged, and the nine magic weapons rose into the air, running in some mysterious trajectory, slowly gathering together.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to see a big seal.

The surface of the seal shines with immeasurable golden light, representing the supreme majesty and power of the prison hall.

Rules and precepts, punish evil and punish crimes!

The seal shook slightly, and the space around it showed ripples of golden light.

The Jiufeng of Zhengtang suddenly shook, as if some mysterious change had occurred, as if a seal was slowly opening.

Hurry!

The heavy chain sounded slowly.

I saw that the thick chains wrapped around the nine peaks were shining at this moment, and they actually turned around automatically.

As the chains tightened, a dull sound of "rumbling" sounded in the center of the nine peaks, as if an underground furnace was being dragged out bit by bit.

Bang!

Suddenly, sand and stones splashed and strong winds raged!

In the center of the Nine Peaks of the Punishment Hall, a deep hole was revealed.

Nine thick chains extend out from the nine peaks of the Zhengtang and sank into the deep cave.

The huge hole seemed to be the entrance to the boundless abyss, deep and emitting a faint yin energy.

Everyone seemed to be able to hear the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling from the entrance of the deep cave, just like the evil ghosts in the abyss screaming.

This is Yinlongjing!

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but sweat!

Yinlongjing is too gloomy!

Especially, the three generations of disciples who are about to participate in the sect competition are all tense and their faces are not very good-looking.

There is tension about the upcoming competition.

There is also fear of Yinlongjing.

There were a total of ninety-nine monks participating in the three generations of disciple competitions.

This is the largest number of people in recent years.

Because the Yinlong Well is very dangerous, the power of the clear stream, mountains and blessed land covering the sky and water curtain cannot be illuminated inside.

In other words, in this month, everything that happened in Yinlongjing was unknown to the outside world.

All monks who participated in the competition had to rely on themselves.

In the Yinlong Well, whether they encounter powerful Yin beasts or are plotted against by other cultivators with bad intentions, they can only solve the problem by themselves.

After a good solution, they still have a chance to return from Yinlongjing in a month.

If they cannot solve the problem, their own life will be explained in Yinlongjing.

The three generations of disciples are extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will have life worries.

Therefore, generally speaking, the three generations of disciples are not very willing to participate in the competition.

There are two main reasons why there are so many people this time.

First, since the Qinglian Grand Ceremony, the spiritual energy of Qingxi Mountain and Blessed Land has increased significantly, and everyone's cultivation has increased by leaps and bounds.

Many disciples of the third generation think that with their current Taoist cultivation, they are enough to enter the Yinlong Well, hunt Yin beasts, obtain Yin beads, and make a fortune!

Second, the location of this competition for the second generation of the Three Thousand Dao Sect is very special, and it is the fairyland of the Sea of ​​Clouds that opens every thousand years.

The Cloud Sea Fairyland contains many treasures, and even in the center of the fairyland, there is a spirit gathering pool, which is said to have the magical effect of enhancing the spiritual roots of cultivators.

Many second-generation disciples are determined to win the Spirit Gathering Pool!

The three generations of disciples from Qingxi Mountain Blessing Land, for their masters, were willing to gain advantages in the next second-generation disciple competition, and gritted their teeth to participate in the third-generation disciple competition!

Ninety-nine disciples of three generations have different expressions, and they are thinking differently in their hearts.

At this time, the voice of the mountain master Chen Tongxuan slowly rang out.

"After you enter all of you, the Yinlong Well will be closed. The time to open again will be one month later. During this month, you can only stay in the Yinlong Well. If you are in danger, no one can save you."

As soon as this statement was made, the three generations of disciples who were already a little nervous became even more uneasy, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Chen Tongxuan's majestic voice sounded again.

"Finally, I'll wait, don't be impulsive and lose your life! Withdrawing at this time is a wise choice. Now, are you going to quit?"

Chen Tongxuan's voice echoed over the sky.

Ninety-nine second-generation disciples, although each of them looked bad, had a firm expression. No one showed the intention of escaping at the last minute.

Seeing this, Chen Tongxuan nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, I am worthy of being a young handsome man in my blessed land in Qingxi Mountains! No matter what the result is in a month, I am proud of your performance today!"

Finally, Chen Tongxuan announced: "The competition for disciples of the three generations has officially begun, everyone goes down the well!"

After the announcement of the start, several three generations of disciples took the lead in entering Yinlong Well.

These people are the best among the three generations of disciples, such as Nalan Liuyun, Bingnu Muxue, Ruan's Shuangjie, etc.

They were not afraid of Yinlongjing at all, but were eager to try it out.

After they left, the other three generations of disciples looked at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to move.

There is no way, Yinlongjing gives people the feeling that it is too depressing and too gloomy.

At this moment, a young and handsome disciple from three generations smiled and stood out.

There was a hint of arrogance on this person's face, which was Feng Lingtian, the disciple of Feng Chengshen.

Feng Lingtian glanced at the rest of the people with disdain.

Humph, just a group of timid rats!

His eyes finally fell on Han Mo who was standing quietly beside him.

Feng Lingtian's eyes became complicated.

No matter how outstanding he is, he can only become a supporting role in this competition of three generations of disciples!

Everything he did must be based on Han Mo.

Damn it!

There was endless unwillingness in Feng Lingtian's heart.

But in the end, Feng Lingtian still restrained this emotion.

He walked slowly towards Han Mo, "tolerating humiliation and carrying heavy burdens" and showed a friendly smile.

"Han Mo, when we enter Yinlong Well, we will be separated and randomly teleported to a place. Then don't move when you are in place, I will find you as soon as possible..."

Before Feng Lingtian could finish his words, Han Mo ignored him and treated him like air, walked past him, then jumped into Yinlong Well.

Feng Lingtian was almost mad!

Damn boy!

Too arrogant!

Dare to ignore me!

A cold and cold light burst out from Feng Lingtian's eyes, his face became extremely ugly, and it was so gloomy that water was about to drip out.
Chapter completed!