Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

oh?

I heard what True Lord Yuan Ming said.

The Lord Seven Desires could not help but reveal a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The conditions for participation in Jiaoyun Secret Realm were stipulated by myself.

If he remembers correctly.

There seemed to be only some foundation building realms and golden elixir realms in there.

The majestic True Yang Realm Master, his eyes would actually fall on such a little guy?

He even lowered his face and asked himself to open the core of the secret realm of the scorching sun, just to let the other party understand the immortal scorching sun?

Suddenly.

The Lord of Seven Desires was a little more curious about the disciple mentioned by the Master of the True Yang Realm.

he wanted to know.

What is so extraordinary about this little guy that makes the Lord of the True Sun Realm consider him like this.

Subsequently.

The God of Seven Desires thought for a moment.

It is not a big deal to open the core of the secret realm and let the little guy enter it to comprehend the immortal sun.

It can even make the True Yang Realm Master owe a favor.

But...if he agrees so easily, he will feel a little embarrassed after all. More importantly, once this hole is opened, it will definitely be disturbed in the future.

Not long after.

Zhenyang, it's okay to let him in, but I also have a request.

The Lord of Seven Desires spoke.

A look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile flashed across his eyes that were always burning with terror and evil fire.

As long as the little guy succeeds in winning this secret realm competition,

how?

Good! As it should be.

opposite.

A knowing smile appeared on True Lord Yuan Ming's face, and he nodded.

Haha, Zhenyang, you have full confidence in that little guy.

The Lord of Seven Desires suddenly laughed loudly.

Hear the words.

True Lord Yuan Ming smiled but did not answer.

He turned his head slightly and looked in the other direction.

His gaze seemed to span an infinite distance in an instant, falling straight into the secret realm of Jiaoyun, looking at Zhang Jing who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Disciple, let this opportunity be regarded as a meeting gift as a teacher. Under the blessing of the five-color Qingyun, I think you should be able to gain some insights from it. And if you can gain a glimpse of the original Karmic Fire Way of the Seven Desire God Lord, , that would make a lot of money.”

True Lord Yuan Ming said secretly.

Immediately.

Something seemed to come to mind.

Then I saw True Lord Yuan Ming looking at Lord Seven Desires again with embarrassment, and tried to say:

Master Shen, I still have a disciple, why don't you take this opportunity-

...Zhenyang, you don't want to show off your face!

…

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

On the highest stage of Renjie Island.

Zhang Jing opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and glanced across the other arenas below.

There was a look in his eyes that was indeed the case.

I saw a figure sitting quietly in the center of each arena.

Obviously.

Facing the final round of ranking battle that is about to begin.

The one hundred people who advanced this time were all like me, meditating in the Jiaoyun Secret Realm.

That's right. How can a monk who has advanced to this stage not be eager to strive for a better ranking? After all, according to the spirit of the secret realm, ranking is closely related to luck rewards.

There are only ten days, so naturally we have to seize the time to adjust our state and even practice in order to achieve a breakthrough.

Zhang Jing analyzed in his heart.

A faint smile flashed across the corner of his eyes.

But at this moment.

Others on the stage seemed to sense something, and stood up from where they were, looking towards the sky.

Zhang Jing also raised his head.

In sight.

A huge scroll suddenly appeared, and was quickly pulled open by a pair of giant hands, making a roaring sound.

That is--

Zhang Jing's breath froze.

The scroll that was opened turned out to be blank.

Haven't fully reacted yet.

The iconic giant face covering the sky of the Secret Spirit began to emerge little by little, with a bright smile on his face.

The time has come, I announce that the final round of ranking battle begins now!

Each person corresponds to a number. At the same time, there will be four rounds of competition every day, and the winner will record a victory.

The moment the sound fell.

There were flashes of light.

Zhang Jing suddenly felt an irresistible force suddenly appear, taking him away from the ring at his feet.

In an instant.

Everyone in the ring appeared in various locations on Renjie Island.

And above.

One hundred arenas began to merge into two, and instantly turned into a wider arena, and at the same time, a thick atmosphere filled the air.

Is this...my number?

Zhang Jing looked thoughtfully at the line of small characters marked 'Yiyi' that appeared in front of his eyes.

So……

He suddenly looked at the fifty huge arenas floating in mid-air.

The above is as expected.

Numbers flashed out one by one.

Attention, what you saw just now is your own number. Just follow the instructions and get on the corresponding stage.

The explanation voice of the spirit of the secret realm sounded in my ears at the right time.

Hear the words.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but look up again, and immediately his eyes quickly locked on one of the arenas.

Otoichi! Ding Shisan!

So is the opponent in this match the one numbered Ding Shisan?

interesting.

His eyes continued to move upward inadvertently.

Until then.

Zhang Jing just discovered that on the huge blank scroll in the sky, a hundred names appeared in an orderly manner from top to bottom.

soon.

He found his name in it.

[Yiyi·Zhang Jing, wins: zero]

…

In the arena.

A flash of rainbow light arrived.

The light dissipated, revealing Zhang Jing's tall figure.

His eyes swept across the empty side.

There was no fluctuation in his calm eyes. He just put his hands behind his back and quietly waited for his opponent to arrive.

It didn't take long.

A red rainbow light burst into sight and transformed into a beautiful-looking woman in a palace dress.

The moment of seeing clearly.

The woman couldn't help but stare blankly, and her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Such bad luck? !

How can she compete in the rankings?

Isn’t this a bad start?

But the fact is that the woman has nothing more to say.

She took a deep breath, then a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and the magic power around her suddenly surged out.

Brother Dao, please give me some advice!

A sweet shout.

The woman took one step forward, and her whole body suddenly turned into hundreds of shadows, directly surrounding Zhang Jing.

next moment.

All the phantoms pinched the magic formula together.

Hundreds of red flames ignited from the hands of the phantom, revealing bursts of powerful mana fluctuations, flying towards Zhang Jing from all directions.

It actually gave him an overwhelming and inevitable feeling.

For a while.

The scorching light of the fire illuminated a small patch of nearby sky red.

There was a sense of anxiety in the air.

Even the bronze arena beneath his feet felt like it was about to melt in front of such terrifying flames.

But the next moment.

A fairy light flashed.

The bronze arena returned to being cold and hard again.

The extremely exaggerated movement immediately attracted the attention of the monks who were fighting on dozens of nearby arenas.

At the edge of the arena.

The woman looked palely at Zhang Jing, who was wrapped in layers of firelight, with a trace of expectation in her eyes.

She knew she shouldn't entertain such thoughts.

But what if?

After all, his inheritance came from a place of great opportunity.

It is said that it was left behind by a powerful being who was only half a step away from attaining the status of an immortal.

And this blow nearly drained all the mana from Dantian.

This is her strongest method at this stage!

It should have some effect, right? At least it can make him embarrassed. This kind of performance should make those people of the immortal orthodoxy pay attention.

The woman thought hopefully.