In the vast Immortal Alliance City, a buzzing sound resounded throughout the heaven and earth in this Immortal City!
moment!
The extremely dazzling golden light shines.
The entire Immortal League City is like a fairy palace above the sea of clouds, filled with endless golden glow.
Look again!
A sky of golden light has enveloped the entire Immortal Alliance City.
Such a sudden change...
Naturally, the countless monks in the Immortal Alliance City were watching.
Although most low-level monks don't know what this means?
But some old monsters who have been practicing for many years, as well as some knowledgeable monks, understand in their hearts.
In a certain teahouse, in a private room.
Mingyue Laodao looked at the golden light curtain hanging high in the sky in the distance and sighed:
"This is the first time that the old Taoist has seen such a powerful formation in his thousand years of life!"
True Lord Qingyang, who was sitting opposite Mingyue Old Taoist, heard a trace of envy in his eyes and nodded in agreement;
"yes!"
"How can the noise of His Holiness's sermon be so small?"
"But this time, we and I, who are destined to preach, may be able to get one step closer!"
"No one knows the future!
Maybe you and I will be able to step into the realm of divine transformation in the future, but that’s still uncertain."
Hear the words.
Old Taoist Mingyue smiled bitterly, shook his head and said:
"Fellow Taoist, you also know that every step forward is as difficult as climbing to the sky, let alone the bottleneck of a great realm!"
"Don't talk about us casual cultivators, even those top sect monks with abundant resources are just wasting their years, trapped in the realm of great perfection, unable to move an inch.
Now the old Taoist hopes that he will be satisfied with cultivating to the late Nascent Soul stage in his lifetime!"
Just when Mingyue Laodao was sighing.
High in the sky above Xianmeng City...
All of a sudden!
Spiritual energy surged and white clouds gathered.
in a blink.
An endless sea of clouds covers the sky here.
See this.
True Lord Qingyang stood up and said:
"Let's go!"
"The Lord is coming soon!"
"Um!"
The words have fallen!
They followed the flow of people and left the teahouse.
this moment!
A monk who had been waiting in the fairy city for a long time also walked out of the shop and cave...
With one step in the air, it turned into a stream of light, soared up into the air, and flew towards the ladder hanging in the mid-air in the sea of clouds.
Suddenly.
The mighty suppressive force fell on those streaks of light.
"If your cultivation level is not that of a real person, you are not allowed to control the air. Anyone who violates this rule will be expelled from the Immortal Alliance City!"
The cold and majestic voice shook the void.
Hear the words.
Those monks in the foundation building stage and the Qi refining stage no longer dared to force themselves into the air and landed on the ground honestly.
When those monks who had not yet had time to act saw this scene, they also knew that if they wanted to control the sky and ascend the sea of clouds, they still needed to meet the cultivation conditions.
Not everyone can fly in the sky and climb into the sea of clouds.
See this.
They could only watch quietly and honestly.
This is also the situation of most monks in the fairy city.
certainly!
The place with the largest number of people is always the street stall area of Fairy City.
at this time!
Several monks burst out with incomparable power, and their bodies flashed, turning into a stream of light, soaring up into the air, and flying towards the ladder hanging down in mid-air.
The remaining monks could only look on with envy.
At this time!
After a stall.
The young man looked at the streaks of light rising into the sky, his slightly immature face filled with envy.
"Dad, what kind of cultivation are those seniors who have auras like wild beasts?"
"Stronger than you?"
now!
Although the young man felt palpitated by the suffocating power, his heart was also filled with yearning for the strong.
Hear the words.
The middle-aged man, who looked like the boy's father, touched the boy's head and looked at the 'good filial son' beside him...
Although he felt heartbroken, he had sown the fruit himself and could only swallow it himself.
Children's words are Wuji... Children's words are Wuji, I am not angry.
After calming down for a while, the middle-aged man breathed out softly, then with a forced smile on his face, he said:
"How can such a strong person be something that a foundation-building monk like you, Dad, can only hope for?"
"Nowadays, the monks who can fly in the air and climb into the sea of clouds are at least the Golden Core monks, as well as the Nascent Soul Lord who has a higher level of cultivation!"
"certainly!"
"Originally, your father was also expected to become such a strong man, but in order to take care of you, your father gave up training!"
"Otherwise, your father would be able to climb the sea of clouds today."
"Dad, I have given up too much for you. I must honor your father well in the future, do you understand?"
"That's not right, Daddy!"
The young man frowned and said with some confusion:
"On weekdays, the child does not hinder your cultivation. Even making spiritual meals and cleaning the cave are all done by the child."
"You don't have to worry about it at all. Besides, dad, don't you often go to [Changxiang Tower] to practice?"
"You don't work hard yourself, how can you blame the child!"
When he said this, the young man's face was filled with anger.
Obviously, he was very unconvinced by his father's words.
cough!
Ahem!!
The middle-aged man glanced around with his peripheral vision and found that no monk had noticed this side. Then he looked serious and said:
"You are still young and don't understand the mysteries inside. This cultivation matter is very complicated."
"Wait until you grow... Okay, don't make any noise, His Majesty is coming soon!"
The middle-aged man showed his father's dignity and interrupted the topic in time.
"Your Majesty?"
The young man's voice became much weaker and he asked in a low voice:
"Dad, who is that person, Your Majesty?"
Apparently!
The young man with low cultivation level and living at the lower level of the world of immortality does not know the meaning of "venerable".
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and gave an example:
"Your Majesty! Those powerful men can kill a large group of Nascent Soul Lords with just a flip of their hands!
With just one finger, this vast Immortal Alliance Island can be shattered."
So strong?
The young man's mind was shaken.
Nascent Soul Lord, he knew that those powerful men were already the most powerful monks he knew.
Even Jindan Zhenren is the existence he wants to look up to.
Even such strong men need to bow respectfully when they see the True Lord Nascent Soul!
It can be seen how respected the status of the Nascent Soul True Monarch is?
But now, in the eyes of His Holiness, even True Lord Nascent Soul is just an ant that can be easily crushed to death.
Because, from his father's tone, he also heard the sound of the venerable looking down on everyone and being lofty.
Immediately afterwards.
The middle-aged strong man said again:
"It's a pity, dad, that my cultivation level is weak, otherwise I would have to have a lot of luck to enter the sea of clouds."
The tone when he spoke was a bit unmotivated.
See this.
The young man silently rolled his eyes at his father.
I usually go to [Changxiang Tower] so diligently, but now I still have the nerve to sigh here.
So shameless.
Don't think that because I'm young, I don't know where to go to get some sex.
You still use ‘cultivation’ as an excuse, you really think I am a three-year-old child!
The young man silently despised his father, and then looked at the sea of clouds in the sky...
Those big black and white eyes are full of longing.