Qingyang rested in Lianxin Alley for an hour and felt almost recovered. Then he got up and continued to walk forward. He walked about a hundred feet and reached the end of the passage. After going out, he suddenly became enlightened. He looked up and saw that he was right in front of him.
It's the top of the hill you saw below.
On the right side of Lianxin Lane, there is a huge square. There are more than 20 people standing in the square. In addition to Si Tian, Simu, Sishui Zhenren and ten city lords of the fairy cities, the remaining thirteen people are the quasi-masters of each fairy city.
Among the thirteen people, Qingyang only knew one, Jiao Chenfeng from Kuzhong City. During the time when Qingyang was resting at the end of Lianxin Lane, five quasi-saints came from him.
When people passed by, Jiao Chenfeng was not among them. In other words, Jiao Chenfeng passed the ninth test earlier than Qingyang. This shows that Jiao Chenfeng still has some real abilities.
When Qingyang saw Jiao Chenfeng, Jiao Chenfeng was also looking at Qingyang. He didn't care about anyone. The only one he was more afraid of was Qingyang who had taken away his first place in Withered Tomb City. So when he spent
When he came out of Lianxin Alley more than nine hours ago, what he was most afraid of was that Qingyang was already in front of him. Fortunately, when he came out, he found that there were only five people in front of him and Qingyang was not there.
He breathed a sigh of relief on the spot. Although he was not the first in this level, he finally defeated the person who had made him look embarrassed. After that, he kept observing the exit of Lianxin Alley for ten hours.
, ten and a half hours, it was not until the eleventh hour passed that Qing Yangcai's figure appeared. At this time, it had been more than an hour since Jiao Chenfeng passed the test.
Jiao Chenfeng didn't expect that Qingyang would come out so late and take nearly two hours longer than him. Such a big gap made him feel even more uncomfortable. He actually lost to such a bad person, wasn't it?
It proved that the game at Dry Tomb City was a failure.
Except for Jiao Chenfeng, who was slightly concerned about Qingyang, the others didn't care that it took an hour to pass through Lianxin Alley. This person should not be a big threat to them, but those who had seen him in Lianxin Alley
Several people who passed Qingyang and rested against the wall looked at him a few times.
There is still less than an hour before the said day, but as the deadline approaches, the speed of the quasi-holy sons coming out of Lianxin Lane gradually speeds up. At the beginning, no one came out for a quarter of an hour.
During the time, two or three people came out every quarter of an hour. Especially in the last quarter of an hour, five people came out in succession. In less than an hour, thirteen people came out, almost catching up with the eleven before.
The sum of hours comes out.
This is also because everyone is counting the time, knowing that the deadline mentioned by Master Si Tian is coming, and they are about to miss the opportunity to become the final election of the Holy Son. Many people are risking their lives and forcing their way into Lianxin Alley regardless of the consequences.
, that’s why so many people came out in a hurry.
Among the thirteen people behind them, there is also a quasi-holy son from Dry Tomb City, but he is another senior seventh-level Qi Refining monk who is not familiar with Qingyang, not Shangguan Yan. Back then in Dry Tomb City,
Shangguan Yan was selected because of a lot of luck. He became a quasi-sage because of his extraordinary performance. After all, he had just broken through the seventh level of Qi refining. There was no way he could compare with the veteran seventh-level Qi refining monks in other immortal cities. In refining the heart,
It is normal for Lane to be eliminated at this level.
Master Sitian had been counting the time, and when he saw that the one-day deadline had come, he turned to the ten city lords and said: "There is no rule without rules. The deadline has come. Only these twenty-seven people have passed the test of Lianxin Lane. I will
I will take them to see the Boundless Saint, and as for the eliminated ones and those quasi-holy children who have not yet come out of Lianxin Alley, I will leave it to you to deal with."
After the ten city lords took their orders, Master Sitian and three other people left the square with the twenty-seven people who had passed the Lianxin Lane test, and headed towards a large hall in the distance. There were very few buildings on the entire hilltop, only that one.
The main hall is relatively majestic, and it seems that the Infinite Saint lives there.
In the forbidden area of Wuliang Mountain, unless there is an emergency, no one dares to fly casually. The main hall looks very close, but it took more than two quarters of an hour to walk there. There are relatively few monks in Wuliang Mountain, even if
This forbidden area seemed very deserted. There was not a single person nearby. The tall palace was extremely empty, making it difficult for people to get close to it.
When they arrived at the entrance of the main hall, Master Si Mu and Sishui stepped forward and opened the door. Then Master Si Tian led everyone into the main hall. There were several golden elixir monks standing in the main hall, but the one with the highest cultivation level was the golden elixir.
On the seventh floor, it seems that the Immeasurable Saint is not among them.
But this is normal. What kind of person is the Infinite Holy Lord? How could he let this old man wait for these Qi refining monks? Seeing Master Sitian coming in with twenty-seven quasi-holy sons, there was another seventh-level golden elixir monk in the hall.
He turned around and went to the back of the main hall, probably to inform the Infinite Saint.
The quasi-holy disciples present were extremely excited when they thought that they were about to meet the legendary Immeasurable Saint, and that they might become his direct disciples. This was one of the seven overlords of the Fallen Ghost Abyss, within a radius of 100,000 miles.
The only ninth-level golden elixir monk, who rules ten large fairy cities around him and is the ruler of hundreds of millions of people below, never imagined that he would see the day when he could see him.
Not only the quasi-holy sons in the Qi-refining stage, but also Qingyang couldn't help but become curious and wanted to see what kind of person this so-called Infinite Holy Lord was.
After about a cup of tea, the sound of footsteps was heard from the back of the hall, and then several Jindan monks came to everyone surrounded by an old man. The old man had white beard and hair and looked ordinary, like an ordinary man.
A mortal old man with cultivation, but to be surrounded by so many golden elixir monks, even if he is really just a mortal old man, it seems extraordinary at this time.
This old man is most likely to be the Infinite Holy Lord. All the quasi-holy sons suddenly became excited, finally seeing the legendary figure. Everyone wanted to kneel down and worship immediately. Only Qingyang didn't feel anything after seeing the old man.
He was not excited at all, but more surprised, because he had seen this old man, it was the old alchemist who had asked him for advice on alchemy a few days ago.
When Qingyang saw that the middle-aged woman only had the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building, he determined that the cultivation level of the old man in alchemy should be about the same, and it was unlikely that it would exceed the scope of foundation building. Who would have known that this old man had hidden his infinite cultivation level?
Holy Lord, it’s really troublesome that I can’t use my spiritual thoughts.
No wonder the middle-aged woman kept saying that he had no talent for alchemy. At that time, Qingyang thought that the old man was a foundation-building monk. A foundation-building monk became a foundation-building alchemy master. Although he lacked some spirituality, it was not too bad. Now it seems that
The middle-aged woman did not accuse him wrongly at all. A ninth-level golden elixir monk, the master of a hundred thousand miles radius, had practiced elixirs for hundreds of years and invested countless resources, but in the end he was only as good as a foundation-building alchemist.