Chapter 240 Ten Thousand Sects’ Hidden Dragon Competition Begins, Immortal Alliance
More than a hundred years have passed in the Dongyuan Realm, and more than a year has passed in the Cangyun Realm.
The Hidden Dragon Competition of Ten Thousand Sects has reached the time point for its official start.
This letter comes from the host of Wanlong City, Biluo Sect.
This large sect was born with the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition, and the specific matters have always been handled by the Biluo Sect.
From the beginning of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition to the end, when all the holy places and disciples of each sect left, all logistics were guaranteed by the Biluo Sect.
In exchange, Biluo Sect can receive a large sum of money from major holy places every hundred years, including Taixuan Holy Land.
The Taixuan Holy Land has been secluded for a long time and has no fresh blood. It has not participated in grand events such as the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition for a long time. However, when Geng Yiyang was in power, he would send some spiritual pills and magic weapons on time.
Geng Yiyang's move is undoubtedly a bit wasteful in the eyes of ordinary people, but its effect is obvious.
Even though Taixuan has not participated in the Hidden Dragon Competition of Ten Thousand Sects for a long time, Chu Zheng and a group of Taixuan disciples are still treated with the highest standards of courtesy.
The words in the message were very polite, asking Chu Zheng to come out of seclusion and attend the opening ceremony of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition.
After pondering for a moment, Chu Zheng did not continue to refine the immortal energy and stood up to leave the seclusion.
The Hidden Dragon Competition among Ten Thousand Sects has been known to Chu Zheng since he first entered the Cangyun Realm.
In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and counting the years of incarnation and calamity, he has experienced hundreds of rounds of cold and heat. At this moment, when he thinks of his time in the Song Mansion again, he can't help but feel a little emotional.
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Outside the secret room, there is a Taixuan disciple on duty. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, his cultivation has already reached Taoism.
"Taixuan Inner Gate, Langjing, see the Holy Lord."
The disciple bowed, his eyes full of reverence.
The Holy Lord is not much older than them, but he has already written a myth. Almost every disciple of Taixuan regards Chu Zheng as a benchmark.
"Have there been any strange things in Wanlong City recently?"
Chu Zheng asked casually. He had been in seclusion for more than a year. In a place as mixed as Wanlong City, a lot of changes should have happened.
“No big things have happened recently.”
Lang Jing thought for a while and shook his head slightly: “It is very quiet in Wanlong City. The geniuses of all sects are basically in retreat. It should be Adjusting his condition and preparing to participate in the competition.”
Chu Zheng was slightly surprised, nodded slightly, and prepared to leave.
"Holy Lord, do you want to inform Madam?"
Lang Jing couldn't help but said: "Madam will come here every day, waiting for you to come out."
Song Lingxue's status in Taixuan Holy Land is somewhat Special, there is no specific position, but she is the first wife of Chu Zhengming, and all Taixuan disciples refer to her as their wives during this period.
Chu Zheng was about to speak when a figure walked up not far away. She was dressed in light green robes and had a slender figure. Her hair was tied up with a hairpin, showing her painting-like eyebrows. At this moment, her eyes were faint, There was no joy on his face.
"Ayuki."
There was a slight smile in Chu Zheng's eyes. For him, it had been a hundred years since he had seen Song Lingxue. At this moment, his mood was unavoidable.
“Want to go out?”
Song Lingxue lowered her eyes and glanced at the dissipating spiritual light in front of the secret room door. She knew at a glance that someone was sending a message.
If no one delivers the message, Chu Zheng may not have left seclusion at this moment.
Chu Zheng vaguely noticed that something was wrong with Song Lingxue’s mood, but he couldn’t figure it out for a while. He nodded and said with a smile:
"The Biluo Sect has sent a message, inviting me to attend the opening ceremony of the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition. You will go with me."
Hearing this, Song Lingxue's eyes dimmed slightly, and she lowered her head and said, "Okay. ”
The time she could spend with Chu Zheng was already running out. Chu Zheng’s retreat lasted more than a year.
The Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition will not last long. As the Taixuan Saint Lord, Chu Zheng is afraid that there will be a lot of trivial matters in the coming days, and the time he can spend alone together will only be Less and less.
Her stay in Cangyun has completely entered a countdown.
Chu Zheng looked at Song Lingxue who seemed to be a little depressed. There was a faint flash of light in his eyes. He didn't find anything unusual. He couldn't help but be a little confused: "Why are you worried?"
"Nothing." Song Lingxue shook her head, nothing. Talk a lot.
Chu Zheng's eyes turned slightly and he smiled faintly: "When I come back later, I have something to give you."
"What object?" Song Lingxue's heart moved slightly and she raised her head. : "Magical treasures and elixirs are of no use to me, just keep them for yourself."
These immortal things are indeed of little use to her.
"It's not that, you will know when you get back."
Chu Zheng didn't say much, he took Song Lingxue and walked towards the center of Wanlong City.
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The sky is still early and the morning light is beginning to show.
The center of Wanlong City was already crowded with people.
In the center, there is a white jade fairy palace hanging in the air. In front of the fairy palace is a high platform with five seats on it, in five colors: red, white, black, yellow and green, representing the south. The five holy places in the domain.
On the high platform, there is no one. In front of the Immortal Palace, many figures have gathered, all of them are elders of the Holy Land and celebrities of the True Immortal Family.
And the two special envoys from Wudian, Xie Xingzhong and Yu Ning.
The two men looked very good, their faces glowing red, chatting and laughing with the people around them, and their previous irritability disappeared.
Obviously, during this period of time in Cangyun Realm, they had a lot of contact with these major sects of the Immortal Sect.
A red shadow crossed the void and landed in front of the Immortal Palace.
Song Lingxue did not want to come into contact with these people and stayed outside the venue.
Chu Zheng glanced at the people in front of him, and his eyes rested on Bai Zhixiao, who was dressed in black robes.
As the only strong man in the field who has stepped into the secret realm of Immortal Tribulation, and also the Holy Lord of Taixu, he stands among the crowd, like stars holding the moon.
"Have you entered Tongxuan?"
The moment their eyes met, a hint of horror suddenly flashed in Bai Zhixiao's eyes.
For the past year, the ancient well in Wanlong City has been quiet, without any storms. The Qianlong List has not changed for a long time. In recent days, few people in the Holy Land have paid attention to it.
Therefore, very few people know about the news that Chu Zheng has entered the Tongxuan Realm.
Hearing Bai Zhixiao's voice, everyone around him was startled. They looked at Chu Zheng's unobstructed Qi Ji, and when they reacted, the same look of horror emerged from their expressions.
Tongxuan realm, fake immortal! The previous owners of the Holy Land have never left this realm.
Among many holy places, Tongxuan monks are the absolute top figures. Such figures are basically fighting on battlefields outside the territory now, and only a handful of them remain in Cangyun Realm.
Chu Zheng’s cultivation level has completely surpassed theirs, and he has become a true Holy Lord-level figure!
Bai Zhixiao felt a little cold in his heart. Among the people present, he was undoubtedly the one who knew Chu Zheng best. He had personally investigated all the information about Chu Zheng.
It has only been ten years since Chu Zheng entered the immortal realm, only ten years!
After ten years of Tongxuan, even the original Zhao Tingxian was far from such a terrifying cultivation speed. From the Divine Infant to Tongxuan, it took him almost a hundred years. How had he ever achieved such a speed?
Could it be that this person actually needs a hundred years to become an immortal? ! ‘A monster must be a monster! ’
Bai Zhixiao screamed in his heart, the fingertips in his sleeves trembled slightly, but a sense of fear involuntarily rose in his heart.
It was not that he was afraid of Chu Zheng's cultivation, but that such a terrifying speed of cultivation had completely overturned his cognition.
No matter how talented an evildoer is, he shouldn't be able to go against common sense like this. As his cultivation level increases, his advancement speed is getting faster and faster!
For a time, there was a strange silence in front of the Immortal Palace.
"Holy Lord Taixuan, he deserves to be ranked first in the list of Cangyun Hidden Dragon, he is really remarkable."
Xie Xingzhong laughed loudly and broke the silence: "The descendants are to be feared. How can such a talented person be born in the immortal world? Are you worried about the immortality? "
In the beginning, Chu Zheng helped him repair his old wounds and helped him enter the realm of martial arts semi-sage. He was a great favor to him. Seeing that Chu Zheng's cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, now he There is only joy in my heart.
Everyone on the side came to their senses, opened their mouths to congratulate each other, bowed and saluted, and unconsciously lowered their posture.
“Congratulations to the Holy Master Taixuan, for stepping into the secret realm of Tongxuan, and overcoming the tribulation and becoming an immortal, just around the corner!”
“Congratulations to the Holy Master Taixuan for entering Tongxuan, for taking a further step towards the path of immortality, Taixuan Be happy!”
Chu Zheng stared at Bai Zhixiao, with no hint of happiness or anger in his expression, and waved his hands:
“It’s just a fluke, you guys are serious, all of you are above the Immortal Dao. My senior, there is no need to be polite.”
Bai Zhixiao calmed down and said calmly: "Since the Holy Lord Taixuan has arrived and everyone is here, let's start the opening ceremony."
After the words fell, he stepped forward slowly, preparing to board the Immortal Palace. The former high platform.
"Holy Lord Taixu, please wait."
An old man in his sixties said in a deep voice. He was dressed in khaki robes and came from Yuanling Holy Land. He was the same as Shang Zuling. Same lineage.
Nowadays, except for Bai Zhixiao and Chu Zheng, the other holy masters are all outside the territory. This old man has reached Tongxuan cultivation level and is obviously the current leader of Yuanling Holy Land.
"Shang Liangyi? What's the matter with you?"
Being suddenly interrupted, Bai Zhixiao frowned slightly, a little impatient.
His mind had been disturbed by the news that Chu Zheng had entered Tongxuan. He had lost his usual composure, and his words contained a hint of impatience.
“Holy Master Taixuan is the number one hidden dragon in our Cangyun Realm, the most powerful genius in our Cangyun Realm today, and he is also the master of a holy land. It would be better for Holy Master Taixuan to do this opening ceremony. Host, what do you think?"
Shang Liangyi's expression was calm, without any disturbance, but his words were shocking.
When everyone around heard this, they all looked at each other with hesitant expressions.
The opening stage is equivalent to hosting the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition, which is of extraordinary significance.
This is a grand gathering that gathers the attention of all the forces in the four regions of Cangyun. It will affect the rise and fall of all forces for a hundred or even a thousand years.
To call the shots on such occasions often means that he is the number one person in the Cangyun Realm.
Nowadays, Bai Zhixiao is indeed the number one person in Cangyun Realm in terms of cultivation and status.
But Shang Liangyi's words were somewhat intriguing, as they were equivalent to sending a signal to take sides.
Standing on the side of Taixuan Holy Land, or Taixu Holy Land.
Shang Liangyi’s straightforward words instantly made the atmosphere in the venue tense.
"Shang Liangyi, you are really awesome." Bai Zhixiao smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
Call him and then propose that Chu Zheng take the stage in his place?
This is simply a shame! How dare he Shang Liangyi? !
With Shang Liangyi’s current cultivation level, he can crush him to death with just one finger!
"The words of Holy Lord Taixu are serious. We are all old people. In this era, we should be left in the hands of young people."
I noticed the hidden meaning in Bai Zhixiao's eyes. Despite the murderous intention, Shang Liang's expression remained calm, and he said with a trace of doubt:
"Nowadays, all the holy masters are fighting outside the territory, and you are the only one who has returned to Cangyun. Isn't it to take care of yourself? Save some energy. Isn’t it good?”
There were several gasps all around. His words were plain and sarcastic, mocking Bai Zhixiao for being greedy for life and fearful of death. This was almost a rip-off.
Hearing this, Bai Zhixiao quickly pulled away from his anger, regained his composure, and looked at Shang Liangyi:
"Is this what Yuanling Holy Land means?"
Shang Liangyi would never dare to do this without anyone's instructions. It seems that Holy Lord Yuanling gave him some instructions when he was on the battlefield outside the territory.
This may include making good friends with Chu Zheng.
"Now, I am in charge of Yuanling Holy Land, and my words naturally mean Yuanling Holy Land."
Shang Liangyi did not retreat at all, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "The talent of Holy Lord Taixuan is obvious to all. , this opening ceremony should be presided over by Lord Taixuan."
After finishing his words, he glanced around: "What do you think?"
He didn't give a breath. This opportunity forced everyone around to make an immediate decision.
The relationship between Taixuan Holy Land and Taixu Holy Land has long been like fire and water, and everyone knows it.
If you don't agree at this moment, you are an enemy of Chu Zheng. Once you agree, it means you will offend Taixu Holy Land and Bai Zhixiao.
As for how to choose...it couldn't be an easier decision.
The Chu government was not yet established. If Bai Zhixiao had not relied on the changes in the world to step into the secret realm of immortal tribulation, he would have been nearing the end of his life at this moment, and his potential could be fully seen.
The importance between the two has long been decided in the minds of everyone present.
"I, the Song family from the Eastern Region, agree."
"Tianque Holy Land, I agree."
"Golden Glass Holy Land, I agree."
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In an instant, nearly 70% of the powerful people from all parties stood behind That side of Chu Zheng.
The remaining 30% did not speak up to help Taixu Holy Land. They just looked embarrassed and laughed at the side, choosing not to help each other.
Bai Zhixiao glanced at the people around him, pulled up his sleeves, moved out of the way, and said slowly: "I, Taixu Holy Land, also agree."
After saying this, he urged with a calm expression: "Taixuan The Holy Lord also invites you to take the stage, don’t miss the right moment.”
In full view of the crowd, Bai Zhixiao chose to lower his head without any hesitation. The characteristics of water being shapeless and flexible are vividly reflected in his body.
From the beginning to the end, Chu Zhengjing stood aside, his mood did not fluctuate much, and his thoughts were already in the sky.
This Ten Thousand Sect Hidden Dragon Competition, in his eyes, no longer holds much weight.
There was a smile on Shang Liangyi's face, he looked at Chu Zheng and raised his hand to signal: "Please also ask the Holy Lord Taixuan to come on stage as soon as possible."
Chu Zheng came back to his senses and bowed apologetically: "My thanks to all the seniors. , I won’t refuse as a junior.”
He doesn’t really care about the significance of being on stage, he just wants to go back quickly and not waste time.
The next moment, Chu Zheng's figure appeared on the high platform, standing in front of the red jade chair.
His eyes wandered around, and soon he saw a somewhat familiar figure.
Song Lingqing.
(End of this chapter)