Two years later, the Fairyland was officially opened!
After receiving the news, Tang Lin and others felt their hearts sinking, knowing that the competition for quotas before the opening of the Immortal Realm was about to begin.
Tang Lin was sitting in the house where he lived, stroking the purple flag in his hand. After ten years of forging, Senior Brother Qian not only refined his own weapons, but also helped him refine six flags and three flag plates.
"With three more Gengjin formation flags, we can form a three-yuan formation. This is the top formation for suppressing the demon clan. I don't know how effective it will be." Tang Lin's eyes flashed. He was bound to win this trip to the fairyland. If he can get precious materials from it, he can refine the Bridge to the Other Shore, which is just around the corner.
However, considering that this trip is too dangerous, not to mention the powerful people living in the Immortal Realm, the White Feather Master of the Little Immortal Realm, the Chunyang Sect Master and the Nine Swords Immortal are far more powerful. If you surpass him, even if you use the ruthless immortal palace at the critical moment, you may not be able to escape.
Therefore, the formation became Tang Lin's reliance on this trip.
"According to what the master said, in two days there will be an election for quotas. Once the quotas are decided, we will immediately go to the Immortal Realm. Before that, I will first collect some Geng Gold and Divine Fire to refine the remaining three-pole formation flags. Say it again."
Tang Lin's eyes flashed, and he immediately stood up and left the Pure Land of Paradise, directly coming to the large market.
...Two years later.
The quota competition has officially begun. The outer courtyard of the ancient Buddhist temple does not know this news. Only the many Buddhist leaders in the Randen ancient Buddhist temple know such confidential matters.
On the day of the election, all the lamp-burning ancient Buddhas, including Tang Lin, gathered in the ancient Buddhist hall. Then with a wave of the Buddha's big hand, everyone suddenly appeared in the vast starry sky.
Tang Lin's eyes flashed, and he turned his head to look at the many lamp-burning ancient Buddhas beside him, and found that the faces of many senior brothers showed a bit of shock.
Obviously, this great movement of the hand is beyond everyone's understanding. Only the legendary magic can have such power.
"This is the ruined starry sky. You can run here. The method of running is very simple. Use the three entrances of Jingwu, Jingneng, and Jingkong to occupy three places respectively. If you are not convinced, you only need to defeat them in three places. "
Buddha Yaoyin sat on the nine-leaf lotus platform, covered with golden cassocks. Countless scriptures were flying around his body. The great wisdom aperture behind his head illuminated the void like a mirror. As he spoke, Raise your finger.
A ray of golden light flew out like a gossamer, flashed several times quickly, and formed a golden square, as if a piece of the void was cut out.
"This is the platform. If you fight here, you won't disturb the fairy world. You can just take action." Buddha said gently.
Everyone who came in looked at each other.
The three entrances reported by the Buddha are the senior brother, second senior brother and third senior brother among the eighteen ancient Buddhas. These three entrances were the earliest to follow the Buddha, especially the first senior brother Jingwu. It is said that he followed the Buddha at that time. When he was practicing, the second senior brother was still a baby.
No one knows how strong the senior brother is, no one has seen him take action, and no one knows his age.
Some people even feel that he has already reached the fairyland!
Tang Lin's eyes flashed, and he didn't expect that Jingran would run for the election in a ring. In this way, who would be challenged in turn, wouldn't they suffer a loss?
Buddha seemed to see the doubts of the audience, his smiling expression was a bit unpredictable, and said: "Let's start now. In order to maintain the fairness of the election, once entering the battle arena, the person being challenged has the right to choose to block the viewing. In this way, No one else will know about any secret techniques performed inside, so there is no need to worry about the order of challenges."
Everyone inside was silent for a while.
After a while, a Buddha in white robes and cassocks said warmly: "I will be the first. I challenge the third senior brother."
Tang Lin remembered that this person was the eighth senior brother. It was said that he had reached the Great Perfection state of the Shackle Realm, and was only one step away from being as good as a half-immortal!
Next to the Buddha, a green-robed Buddha, about twenty years old, smiled and said: "Eighth Junior Brother, please."
The white-robed old man Buddha said softly: "Third senior brother please."
The green-robed Buddha smiled slightly and was no longer polite. His figure flashed and flew into the golden square frame. He put away the lotus and stepped lightly on the golden square frame with his gray cloth shoes without falling off.
The eighth senior brother did not hesitate, flew into the platform, put away the Buddha lotus he was sitting on, clasped his hands and said: "Senior brother, I'm sorry."
The third senior brother said gently: "Junior brother, there is no need to be polite."
Buddha looked at the two people chatting and said softly: "Do you choose to block the viewing?"
The third senior brother smiled slightly and said: "No need, we are all brothers from the same sect, why do we need to see each other outside."
The Eighth Senior Brother opposite him saw that he had said this and had no objection. With the Buddha's announcement, the battle began immediately!
Everyone outside was staring at the battle stage.
Tang Lin looked at the three senior brothers. Although the other party had a gentle look and a compassionate look on his face, he chose not to block the viewing. It was obviously not a matter of outsiders, but wanted to give the outsiders a shock, so as not to be challenged in turn.
Regarding these thoughts, Tang Lin just sneered secretly and stared at the battle platform with an expressionless face.
I saw the Eighth Senior Brother with a stern expression, holding a golden bowl of holy equipment in his hand, exuding powerful holy power. He was making strange fingering movements with his fingers, and kept reciting low-pitched incantations in his mouth.
The third senior brother opposite him stood with a smile, as if waiting for the eighth senior brother's attack.
Some sharp-eyed people outside looked at the Eighth Senior Brother's fingering and exclaimed: "It's Yao Buddha's fingering!"
"Eighth Senior Brother Jingran has understood this unique skill. Tsk tsk, even a half-immortal would be seriously injured if he were to bear this finger!"
"Of course, this is one of the nine secrets of our ancient Buddhist temple, how can it be a trivial matter!"
Looking at the eighth brother who was casting the spell, everyone had a clear understanding in their hearts. It stands to reason that although this Yaofu Finger is extremely powerful, the process of casting the spell is slow and requires three or four seconds of charging time. If the enemy enters, it will definitely not be in vain.
Waiting.
And these eight senior brothers used this trick as soon as they came up. It seemed that they had seen through the motives of the third senior brother and knew that the other party wanted to establish power, so they directly used this unique skill, expecting that the other party would not interrupt his spell casting.
The fact was as he expected. Seeing the third senior brother standing quietly, the eighth senior brother was secretly surprised and immediately accelerated his fingering. Three seconds later, the young Buddha fingering was completed, and a rich golden light bloomed above his head.
Slowly extend a finger from it.
The finger was like a giant dragon. After rushing out of the golden light, it nodded directly to the third senior brother opposite. The roaring wind it carried blew the green robe of the third senior brother back and fluttered back.
At this critical moment, the third senior brother smiled, stretched out his palm and pinched it, and a golden Buddha lotus was slowly born in the void. It was small and exquisite, with nine leaves stretching like breathing, towards the huge golden finger.