Chapter 321

Count the Immortal Crystals until your hands are tired

"Here it comes, that trick again!"

Seeing Ling Mochen use the immortal-level spell, the cultivators in and outside the audience looked at him with focused attention.

A big part of the reason why so many people came to this game was to see the two people's immortal-level spells.

They have not yet experienced the calamity of ascension to immortality, but they are deeply wary and cautious about that special calamity.

I have heard from countless immortals how difficult it is to overcome the tribulation of becoming an immortal.

Countless geniuses have experienced numerous tribulations, even the thunder tribulation of ascension, but have not been able to break through the final tribulation of becoming an immortal.

There were too many chosen ones who died in this heavenly calamity, enough to make countless people fear them.

Anything that has anything to do with "immortality" will be explored and inquired about without getting tired of it.

Becoming an immortal is a hurdle.

But it is the deepest desire of all monks.

Today, Ling Mochen can only use the rudiments of immortal-level spells. Even though he has improved a lot after the battle seven days ago, he is still a long way from using real immortal-level spells.

Taoist Zhuifeng looked at the magic in front of him, with a hint of brilliance in his eyes.

Immortal cultivators always have a feeling of sympathy towards those with talent.

"Immortal-level spells? You're still a little short of that."

The Taoist priest Zhuifeng put one foot forward and one foot backward, with his hands suspended in the air, making a special posture.

Powerful spiritual energy surged between his hands, and its momentum was not only not inferior to the [Great Burning Sky Flame·Extreme] on the opposite side, but even more powerful.

"Immortal-level spells cannot only have form but no spirit. It's like a sword cultivator who has not comprehended the sword's meaning, a sword cultivator who can't achieve the unity of man and sword, will always lack that flavor."

call--

The spiritual pressure of the roaring flames and the surging wind spiritual power collided with each other, making an even more roaring and violent sound.

"Watch out, there's only one move."

Taoist Zhuifeng's voice was indifferent, but there was admiration in his eyes. He finally released the spell that he had been accumulating for a long time.

"Endless Wind Territory!"

The stadium was silent for a moment, and the next moment, an endless storm hit the entire stadium, and the surrounding barrier covered a dazzling white.

Yan Qingyan tried hard to see the situation on the field, but couldn't see it clearly.

Even his use of spiritual sense was cut off by the violent area, and he could only see a white storm like everyone else.

And... there was a faint flame that was suddenly blown away.

"Is this... a fairy-level spell?!"

Yan Qingyan sensed a strong fairy spirit, which was unlike the weak fairy spirit in her and Mo Chen's bodies. There was only a trace of it that seemed to disappear the next moment. This was the real power of fairy-level magic!

That Taoist Master Zhuifeng has actually comprehended true immortal-level magic? !

Wow——

There was an uproar at the scene.

"Oh my god, this Taoist priest Zhuifeng can actually use immortal-level magic. Judging from the power, he has already mastered it?!"

"In the competition a thousand years ago, Senior Zhuifeng never used this move. I wonder if it was because there was no worthy opponent at the time, or if he learned it over the past thousand years?"

"No matter what, in this match, I have earned back all the immortal crystals I lost in the previous matches."

"Wonderful! I didn't expect that I could see such a wonderful fight in the competition of my Baicao Immortal Mansion!"

"Hey! Fairy Baicao might be watching, do you want to die?"

"Haha~ What I mean is that the previous matches were very exciting, and this one is even more exciting!"

"snort!"

"In the clash of immortal-level spells, Fellow Daoist Ling is not only at the top of the realm, but his spells have not yet been cultivated to perfection. The winner is already decided."

"This is already very impressive. There aren't that many examples of people in the Tribulation Crossing Stage winning in challenges of higher levels."

“…”

Inside the box.

Fairy Baicao took a sip of tea.

The maid took the plate and walked aside.

Fairy Baicao put down the teacup naturally, her eyes still looking towards the arena.

"This Zhuifeng... has really mastered that magic." Fairy Baicao murmured.

Not everyone can practice immortal-level spells. First of all, you have to find a set of spells that suits you.

For most cultivators, it is already difficult to find a set of heaven-level spells that suits them, let alone find such immortal-level spells.

But the universe is so vast, and there are so many living creatures in it. There are always some people with great luck who are blessed by heaven and earth and can find the Taoist magic that suits them early.

For example, Zhuifeng, for example, Ling Mochen.

There was some envy in Fairy Baicao's eyes.

When she was in the tribulation period, things were not as smooth as these two.

Inside the arena, the spiritual power storm gradually stabilized.

Yan Qingyan clenched her fists tightly and tried hard to look at the scene in the stadium.

I was screaming madly in my heart: Don’t get seriously injured again?

What happened just now is not so easy to deal with.

The white storm of spiritual power turned into tiny wind blades all over the sky, and then turned into a soft breeze, spinning continuously in the arena.

The barrier made a squeaking sound, but there was no sign of it breaking.

It can be seen that even if the power of immortal-level spells in the Tribulation Period collides, its power cannot compare to the defensive barrier casually set up by the immortals.

After the tribulation period, every realm is a chasm!

Ten breaths later, Yan Qingyan finally saw the scene clearly.

After seeing it clearly, he was stunned.

Mo Chen he... ?

Ling Mochen stood there, still wearing the gorgeous yet funny red robe.

He stood leisurely on the field with a smile on his face.

The ground beneath his feet was already a pile of gravel, but the place where he was standing was flat, as if it had not been affected at all.

Except that his face was paler than before, he was in the same condition as before entering the game.

What's going on?

Yan Qingyan was confused.

Did Mo Chen practice secretly without her knowing?

"Fellow Daoist, I appreciate your concession."

Taoist Zhuifeng's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of smile in his eyes.

The barrier dissipated unknowingly, and the spiritual energy that had just regained its calm instantly surged in all directions.

There is even some fairy spirit mixed in.

Ling Mochen nodded silently.

Yan Qingyan and most of the monks in the audience had the same expression, and were somewhat confused by the current situation.

What's going on?

What happened that I don't know?

Until the referee's voice finally sounded.

"Ling Mochen admits defeat. Taoist Zhuifeng wins this match!"

Wow——

Yan Qingyan was stunned, then smiled slowly.

This guy Mo Chen really remembered her words.

He knew that if he resisted, he would be seriously injured and defeated, so he admitted defeat at the last moment before he was injured.

"Qingyan..."

Ling Mochen flashed to Yan Qingyan's side with an apologetic expression.

He whispered, "I lost."

Even though he admitted defeat, he still enjoyed the fight very much.

That Taoist friend Zhuifeng clearly seemed to be giving him some pointers when he made his last move.

Yan Qingyan laughed, "If you lose, you lose. The second place winner can get a fairy plant. When we go back, we can eat the Ten-fold Tonic Fruit and celebrate!"

Ling Mochen smiled softly.

"However, before going back, collect the fairy crystals first." Yan Qingyan changed the subject with excitement in her eyes.

The time when my hands cramp from counting the immortal crystals is coming again!

"Hmm? Immortal crystal?"

Ling Mochen was stunned and asked in a daze: "Qingyan, I lost."

Didn’t you lose the immortal crystals you bet on?

Yan Qingyan laughed and said with embarrassment: "I know, but I bet on you to lose."

"Mo Chen, in the last game, we also made a lot of money~"

Ling Mochen: ...