Chapter 611 The prince who dominates the realm

"You...what are you doing?"

Looking at the large group of Nascent Soul monks surrounding them from a distance, they couldn't laugh or cry.

"Teacher Yuan, we want to see magic!"

Dinghai Zhenjun, the president of Qingfeng University, saw the opportunity and answered first.

This scene is very similar to the way children in a primary school classroom answer the question of how much one plus one equals.

The surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators were a step slower, with regret on their faces.

In fact, this is what it is.

Zhenjun Dinghai and his group of Nascent Souls were basically taught and grown up by Yuan and others. In front of them, many Nascent Soul monks still maintained their 'young' state, like cubs that have never been far away from their mothers. Thousands of years of experience cannot help but Changing emotions at a young age.

"Immortal magic?"

Yuan wondered: "Isn't it said above? Only monks who transform themselves into gods can understand it. Your realm is not enough and you will be polluted by the magic."

"This is still a secondary derivative of fairy magic. If it were really magic, we old guys wouldn't be able to handle it. It would be very dangerous."

The surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators looked at each other, and soon someone took a jade slip from Shuling Zhenjun, the dean of the Academy of Immortal Science, and handed it over.

"Teacher Yuan,"

Zhenjun Dinghai explained: "After tens of thousands of us... tens of thousands of people worked tirelessly for more than a year on research and development, experiments, and speculations, we designed a plan. As long as there are god-forming monks to take us, plus the spell-breaking fairy gold It is possible to bring up to three people in with the magic weapon created, and it is still safe for enlightenment. ”

"Teacher Shenji Tianjun said that there is a greater possibility, and it is not a delusion."

he added quickly.

"So fast?"

Yuan was shocked and said with some suspicion: "Don't mess around, magic is really dangerous."

It has only been one year, which is not enough for the Yuanying monks to practice for a week. It is a bit unlikely that these monkeys have actually come up with something.

"It's absolutely true!"

"You have to believe us!"

True Lord Dinghai and a group of Nascent Souls pointed at the sky and swore.

"Shen Ji Tianjun really recognized us, don't believe it, we are not bragging."

"Let me see..."

Yuan took their jade slips and read them carefully.

Zhenjun Dinghai and others did not dare to express their anger, and they were worried. From time to time, they glanced at his face, and it was obvious that their confidence was not as great as they said.

But this is magic!

Immortal magic!

Fairy!

Those who seek immortality go through life and death, making countless sacrifices, for what?

What are you thinking about?

Become an immortal and live forever.

Now, such a majestic and boundless goal falls in front of me. If I don't take a real look at it, I really won't be willing to die.

If you go too far, you will go too far.

Not afraid at all.

"The 237th formation node is a bit sloppy."

"Is this your handiwork, Dinghai?"

I saw something from a distance and said casually: "You are still as frizzy as when you were in school."

True Lord Dinghai smiled.

"The nine hundred and seventieth formation node, Danxia, you are like this again. You don't distinguish between the left and the right. It's been an old problem for many years..."

"The one thousand eighty-seventh spell structure, Tongguang, you..."

Pointing at the protective shielding formation in the jade slip from a distance, he commented casually. Without asking, he could tell at a glance who made it and gave his comments one by one.

In one sentence, one or several of the surrounding Nascent Soul cultivators lowered their heads, or looked away with a guilty conscience.

After one sentence, a large group of arrogant and confident Yuanying monks turned into quails with their heads lowered, afraid to speak and full of despair.

"But,"

Yuan showed a narrow smile and changed his style: "The idea is generally feasible. If you correct these problems, I will refine some fifth-level soul magic weapons for you to protect and shield. It is almost possible, but a god-transformation monk You can only bring up to two Nascent Soul cultivators.”

"Yeah!"

"Ahhhh!"

"Teacher Yuan!" Zhenjun Dinghai and other Nascent Soul cultivators were ecstatic and cheering. They wanted to rush up to him and kiss him. Moreover, a large number of Nascent Souls jumped at him, and they could not contain their excitement.

"Stop!"

Yuan casually stopped the excited Yuanying monk, and then said: "Pay attention to your saliva, after the Yuanshen Treasure is successfully refined, we old guys will take you in by the way, three days at a time, the order is random. , every registered Nascent Soul cultivator has it.”

"That's it this time."

"Next time, you need corresponding library points. Yes, you only need library points. Library points in Xianmen are in short supply recently. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

"Teacher, I understand!"

Zhenjun Dinghai and others spoke loudly and neatly.

"Okay, one by one, ask for leave. Can you still do your work? It's not okay to have all the clones working. Go back quickly, or your performance will be deducted!"

Yuan scolded.

"Okay."

"Oh."

True Lord Dinghai, True Lord Killer of Souls, and the others had a shrug on their faces and had no choice but to comply. They turned back three times and walked out of the Golden Palace with great reluctance.

After they left, Yuan stepped forward quickly, pushed aside the crowd and moved inside, blowing his beard and staring.

"Give it, give it, it's my turn."

"You have been enlightened for so long!"

"It's my turn!"

His strength was so great that the surrounding cultivators were pushed aside.

"Far!"

Canghai Tianjun said dissatisfied: "You come late, you come late, it's none of our business, just go to the back and queue up."

"Yes, yes, it's so shameless."

"Stay away from me!"

The surrounding monks also followed suit and were indignant.

"Don't be so stingy."

Far from being embarrassed at all, as if he hadn't heard anything, he pushed aside the crowd and came to the front, staring intently at the picture in the center of the palace that was blocked by formations.

Under the golden light of the setting sun, beauties bathe and the lake surface sparkles.

The simple picture is decomposed into thousands of gold avenues in the spiritual consciousness, traces of the causal avenue, various ideas, and structures, all of which are extremely mysterious and have never been thought of.

"...gold...karma..."

Just by looking at it, Yuan's face showed excitement and his body trembled. He was not as steady as in the eyes of Zhenjun Dinghai and the others: "This is a road that leads to the sky. The exploration of the path of refining the void of the Immortal Sect must at least be pushed forward. Three thousand years!”

"Hey, the structure of this Five Elements Gold is wrong, it shouldn't be like this..."

"How can cause and effect be like this? It's complete nonsense! There is no logic!"

"Is this gibbering? It's too confusing."

"How is it possible..."

Soon, he began to frown and fell into extremely tangled pain. It seemed that some common sense theorem was overturned. The mana in his body began to stir, and the sea of souls surged wildly.

The surrounding monks were similar. Many of them began to have ferocious looks on their faces, and murderous intent overflowed. The Golden Emperor's Palace was as cold as a prison.

Boom!

All around, several ancient copper bells like mountain peaks roared, sending out bursts of sound waves, purging the inner demons and reshaping the soul.

The pain and confusion in the eyes of the distant monks suddenly cleared.

"This is..."

Everyone looked at each other and could see the horror in each other's eyes, and felt chills in their hearts.

"This is still protected by layers of formations!"

"He... is too strong."

Canghai Tianjun was full of disbelief and murmured to himself: "I suspect that he already has a small part of the essence of refining the void, otherwise his soul would have been contaminated the moment he touched this painting, unlike now. Lively and energetic.”

"Is this the prince who dominates the realm?

(End of chapter)