On the top of the narrow mountain peak, the black palace with flying eaves and brackets stands on the top of the mountain platform. A huge plaque is hung in front of the door, and three golden characters "The Palace of Emperors" are lined up to shine brightly.

At this time, the palace gate was closed, but if you look through the window railings on both sides, you can see the faint sword light in it, as if there were dark white flames jumping.

In the dim white flames, there was a man lying horizontally. The human figure silhouette was cast on the bed by light, and there was no ups and downs on his chest.

And just around this black hall, there are densely packed with art symbols.

It is hard to imagine how much effort has been put into it. Such a huge and precise project volume cannot be completed even if dozens of people are day and night.

The symbols connect each other to form a huge magic array with a diameter of more than ten feet. The magic poses are centered on the hall and cover the entire circular platform.

Outside this platform, a staircase of nearly a hundred meters long extends from all sides, and holds the platform in a cylindrical shape that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. At first glance, it looks like a huge altar, and the main hall in the center is a statue of a god placed in the center of the altar to receive worship.

In fact, this scene can indeed be called a pilgrimage.

Under this "altar", hundreds of figures were standing there.

Most of those people were wearing ancient Taoist robes, but some were wearing modern leather jackets, sweatshirts and even suits. You could tell at a glance that they had just entered here.

In front of the crowd, the host in a long Taoist robe was standing there, his long hanging hair almost as white as his collar.

He closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and his body stood in the solidified sculpture.

The entire top of the mountain was still with him, and no one was moving. It was not until he slowly raised his head that the surrounding scenes began to flow again.

"The soul energy has been collected and the immortal medicine has been ordered to be taken by Daozi. Then, the next step is to completely awaken his body, and then use our spiritual power as a guide to anchor this world, so that the will of the real person will come to this world and blend with Daozi."

The host said calmly: "Don't make any mistakes in this process. There is not much time, so let's start now."

The sound seemed to come from another world, spreading slowly on the top of the mountain. The crowd around him then raised his hands, and the breath filled the body gathered, and it was like a river returning to the sea.

In this surging wave of spiritual power, Su Yuzhu stood behind and was one of the few people who did not participate in it - the reason why they were called "several" was because he had already followed several "people" in the same situation, or spiritual people.

It seemed that he had smelled the amazingly rich spiritual power. He seemed very uneasy and looked at the "elder" around him frequently, but seeing that the latter had no intention of responding, he could only give up.

At the same time, eighty steps away from the crowd, two figures fell silently to the edge, leaning over the cover, and watching quietly.

Because they were afraid of exposure, they did not dare to get too close and could only observe at this distance.

Fortunately, this group of people seemed to be concentrating all their spiritual senses on the things in front of them, and did not pay attention to the movements here. In addition, Jiang Ling's soul cultivation technique fully blocked the breath, and their hiding was very in place.

"How?" she asked Han Jiangchen next to her with her lips.

Han Jiangchen narrowed his eyes, and a shock in his pupils flashed.

In his eyes, spiritual power ignited from these cultivators like flames, connecting and resonating with each other, as if a formation was built with a human body.

But there was a vague "gap" in this formation - the cultivator standing at the gap was withered in appearance, as if his whole body had been drained, only his eyes were still shining with spiritual light, but it was obviously not enough to support his body to become a "component" of this formation.

"It seems that you are no longer enough to continue to bear the grace of the real person."

The host seemed to have noticed this situation a long time ago and glanced over: "Then, you will start 'inheritance'."

The tone of the voice was as plain as his eyes. The eyes of the person who was pointed trembled slightly, but they returned to normal in an instant.

He slowly stepped out of the line and stood there. Just like a mirror image, another man in a suit walked out of the line behind him, walked to him, and slowly knelt on the ground, lowering his head to him.

When doing this, the man's face was full of believers' piety, and even listening to God's enlightenment...excited.

"I hope you can take on this 'inheritance' and witness the true meaning of the immortal path for me."

The withered old man said in a low voice, stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and pressed one hand on the top of the man's skull.

A pure white light flashed out from his palms. The man pressed under his hands immediately had his eyes bulged, and blue veins appeared on his face, as if he wanted to struggle and shout, but he couldn't raise his hand and couldn't make a sound. He just twitched violently, and white foam in the corner of his mouth vomited.

Han Jiangchen, hiding in the dark, suddenly changed his face.

It was not because of this person's performance, but because when this action was going on, the spiritual power fluctuated on this person's body was like a pried open spring, and waves were like waves surging up, as if they were leaving control and running on their own.

He was a rookie who had just opened his energy, but in a blink of an eye, his cultivation seemed to have risen to the foundation-building level.

When the hand finally put down, the man with white eyes immediately calmed down. He knelt on the ground blankly, then raised his hands blankly, and there seemed to be a cyclone flowing similar to that person in his palm.

"This is...!" the man shouted incrediblely, and the voice actually had a sense of surprise.

"As you can see." The old man in white was standing, with his hand retracted, and his already exhausted flesh and blood seemed to be instantly shriveled, "You have obtained the 'Immortal Art'."

Before he finished speaking, the man who was kneeling had already jumped up, and the wind gathered in his palm. With a wave of his hand, the wind blew out, and the rocks on one side shattered in response to the sound. It was definitely not the strength he should have before.

"Welcome to join us." The shriveled old man looked at him, with a smile on his haggard mouth, "Welcome to... the real 'immortal world'."

After saying that, he fell to the ground without warning, and his body instantly turned into blood and evaporated. In a few blinks, he dissipated into the air without any marks.

"Very good, another person has completed the 'inheritance'."

The host looked at the steaming smoke, his face was not moved at all, but looked at the new cultivator in front of him and said, "You have taken over his inheritance. Next, you will take over his position."

"I understand." The cultivator withdrew his hand, stepped forward quickly, stood at the old man's original position, his spiritual power was ignited, and the original gap was instantly filled. The entire formation was finally built.

All of this fell in the eyes of Su Yuzhu next to him.

He looked at the romantic figure, his face was shaking, and he couldn't help but turn to the "elder" on one side and speaks tremblingly.

"Elder, is this...teaching the 'immortal method'?"

"What, what are your questions?"

"This...is not exactly what I thought." Su Yuzhu's expression was obviously shocked by the situation just now, "I think that learning immortal methods at least...at least, it requires 'learning'."

"The way you mentioned is too primitive and old, it's just a joke from mortals. You should have seen that the inheritance of the 'true immortal' is no longer necessary in this way."

"But..." Su Yuzhu choked.

If he hadn't seen those people, he might have accepted this "immortal path". But now, facing this "preaching" situation, the scene in his memory was suddenly flashed in his mind.

In that imperial tomb, the figures of those people and those cultivators... they were as young as themselves, but that power and potential shocked him at that time.

Those people's cultivation must not be obtained in this way, right? Although they also have cultivation, they are more like... people than immortals.

A cultivator is still a human being - this kind of cognition has caused a crack in his life cognition over the past decade. At present, the rift has been completely shattered.

"Is this... really considered a 'preaching'?" Su Yuzhu couldn't help but say, "This way..."

He suddenly shivered, because the elder suddenly lowered his eyes and looked at him from a high place, just like a god looking down at the world from the clouds.

And around, all the cultivators had the same expression, as if the same pair of eyes had been copied thousands of times and were placed on these people again.

"Don't you accept this?"

"No, I..."

"It's okay, it's okay not to accept it." The elder closed his eyes slightly and raised his hand in their direction, "Because, you don't need to know this anymore."

"...What?"

When his words were suddenly cut off, the invisible spiritual power suddenly imprisoned his body. Su Yuzhu sat there, and the spirits around him remained in the same state as him, unable to move at all under the action of magic.

What?!

He opened his mouth to shout, but before he could make a sound, another scream rose from the side.

Amid the heart-wrenching shouts, a female spirit man beside her suddenly burst into blood in her eyes. Her eyes were squirming as if she had vitality, struggling to escape from her eyes and flew towards the direction of the presiding in front.

Looking around, the spirit people were having the same situation one after another.

Some people's tongue was pulled out, some people's ears were cut off, and some people's hands and feet were even broken immediately... Finally, the invisible breath locked on him, urging an indescribable severe pain at the bridge of his nose, as if you could hear the creaking sound of cartilage rubbing.

"Come on, offer your tribute to Daozi." The voice on the stage said, "...After all, you exist for this, aren't you?"

"No…"

The pain could make people lose their minds. He could not react except to shouting. He kept trembling under great fear and finally couldn't help but shout.

"No...no! No! Please don't!"

Su Yuzhu shouted desperately, but under that power, he was like an ant under the feet of a giant elephant, unable to move a finger.

At the last moment, the figure holding a sword flashed through his mind.

As a spiritual person, that person should be able to truly live another way, right? After all, he is not much older than himself, so he has that kind of strength... he will definitely not lose to the people in front of him in the future, right?

If at that time, he did not follow his previous beliefs and returned to the village, but stayed there and became the same person as him... would that be another result?

However, it is too late to regret.

Seeing the blade light getting closer, Su Yuzhu closed her eyes in despair, waiting for the moment when the cold light pierced the flesh and blood.

But the imagined severe pain did not come. Because just before the blade approached, a strange sound suddenly rang across the top of the mountain.

The sound was like someone's murmur, vague, but everyone stood up in horror, and dozens of eyes looked at the host on the stage.

As their eyes reached, the host's always indifferent expression changed without warning.

He closed his eyes, as if listening to something, and then suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the corner.

"Daozi's divine consciousness is transmitted... Someone enters in this hall!" The host shouted, "Catch them!"

Halfway through his words, the blue-white sword light had already shot out like lightning. The sword energy crossed the crowd, dragging the afterimage of the same meteor, and flew straight into the pile of spiritual people in the center.

Su Yuzhu's pupils suddenly shrank, and the sword light reflected in his eyes was no less than Pangu's attack to create the world. The sword blade penetrated deeply into the "elder"'s chest, and the force was so strong that it directly overturned it to the ground, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

That second was infinitely stretched in his feelings, and even had time to turn his eyes and watch the sword light return to his master's hand - the figure holding the sword stood under the light of the blood moon, leaning against the dead sky. In the blood color, the dark pupils had an unprecedented sharp look, like a lone wolf rising in the night.

Of course, he also watched the scene just now, but in order to prevent him from exposing himself, he always forced himself to suppress his actions.

But when the host spoke, the lurking strategy declared a miscarriage, and there was no reason to watch again - in the last little gap, he did not choose to escape immediately, but instead attacked at the speed of the first place in the game and took one person first. Even he himself did not expect that he would be so decisive, and did not even consider the strength of his enemy at all.

Perhaps it is because he has never been so "angry" in his life.

Just like he had never realized this group of "same kind" existences in his lifetime - but unfortunately, he only saved one.

The hand holding the sword tightened hard, and he cursed his incompetence in his heart. The blue and white sword light then intertwined, surrounding him with a violent pressure, like a hurricane rising.

At the same time, Jiang Ling's figure also ran out from his side, but there was no retreat route to the rear. Instead, she went forward to the crowd in front of her and headed straight to the altar where blood clouds gathered.

She could feel the boy's anger and understand the origin of the anger, so she did not stop him from doing anything.

At the same time, she also had a reason that she could not escape. The reason was also very simple - she smelled the smell of the past from the group of people in front of her.

There was no communication, but the two reached an agreement at the same time, and saw the sword light and the spiritual light rising up at the same time, and rushed forward with real murderous intent!
Chapter completed!