Fu Yunfei's pleasure boat came across the sky, and from afar she could see the city shrouded in clouds. The clouds surrounding the sky were like a huge spring, with mist constantly gushing out from the center.

She didn't show any surprise at the scene. Every time the ferry came, the Mountain Ape Holy City would look like this.

The pleasure boat emitted a spiritual light that kept shrinking until it was taken into Fu Yunfei's palm. She then stepped into the clouds.

The holy city within the clouds appeared to be divided into two levels, upper and lower.

The lower level is the original pavilions and towers, and the upper level is a cloud platform floating in the clouds.

On the Yuntai, there are many misty fairy pavilions and the sounds of zither and ancient harp.

"Daoist Fellow Yun Fei is here."

A voice as gentle as water sounded, Fu Yunfei stopped and nodded, then turned and flew towards a fairy pavilion in the southern area.

All the scenes were condensed from clouds and mist, and looked very ethereal and mysterious, but those present had long been accustomed to it and their minds were not on these external things.

In the fairy pavilion where Fu Yunfei sat, there was already an old man with a fairy-like appearance sitting cross-legged with an ancient zither placed in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist Tianyun called you just now, why don't you chat for a few more minutes?"

The old man pressed the strings of the zither with his fingers and looked at Fu Yunfei who was sitting down.

Fu Yunfei rolled her eyes at the old man and said indifferently, "He is despicable."

This one sentence made the old man laugh and cry.

"Fellow Daoist Tianyun is the leader of a faction after all, so you should still speak to him nicely in the future."

Fu Yunfei closed her eyes and pretended to be practicing, and ignored the old man's words.

Seeing this, the old man felt embarrassed and continued to pluck his strings, but his strings did not produce any sound.

As time went by, figures gradually stepped into the clouds and then entered different fairy pavilions.

Without exception, these figures are all spiritual masters who have sealed their realms.

In the stone pavilion where Fu Yunfei was, there was also a new spirit descendant and a demon.

"This time is similar to the last time, except there are two new faces."

The monk from the Spirit Clan spoke. He looked very handsome, with colorful light flashing in his eyes, as if he could absorb the light from all around.

"In just a few hundred years, there are two more fellow practitioners who have reached the state of Divine Transformation. The threshold to the Divine Transformation Realm is really getting lower and lower."

The demon cultivator echoed, saying that this demon looked like a leopard, but had an extremely long and thick tail. Although it had shrunk its body and was lying down, it still exuded a wild aura.

At this moment, in the fairy pavilion above the Yuntai, a total of five waves of forces were divided.

Each wave of forces consisted of four to six people, each occupying a position, leaving the middle area of ​​the Yuntai free.

“It’s difficult to become a god.”

The old Taoist who was plucking the strings of the zither sighed, "It's time for us to stick together again. I'm in urgent need of new Three Thousand Tribulations Spiritual Leaves."

Hearing the sound, Fu Yunfei also woke up from her rest. The four of them each occupied a position in the fairy pavilion. There was no spiritual ban here. They could see the cultivators in the other four directions, and other cultivators could also see them.

One can clearly feel the interweaving communications in the void. There are monks who know each other and are exchanging greetings, while there are also monks who are cursing and being hostile to each other.

Among the five waves of people, Cui Shaoqing's camp was one of them, and the leader was still Li Shuanghua, but the number of cultivators in their camp increased from four to five, and a new person was recruited.

Wherever there are people, there are disputes, and this cannot be changed anywhere. The monks of the five camps look at each other and the scene seems to be harmonious, but it actually has a sense of competition.

"Fellow Daoists, are you all here?"

Laughing voices echoed above the platform, and in an instant all thoughts of communication disappeared. The spiritual masters who were resting or pretending to rest all opened their eyes and looked towards the center of the platform.

Among the rolling clouds, I saw a beam of colorful mist flowing down from the sky, and as it rolled, it formed the shadow of an extremely huge ape.

The monkey roared and cried, and the mist shrank, transforming into an old man with a tall stature and high cheekbones.

"It's been a long time since I've met with you fellow Taoists."

The ape-shaped old man cupped his hands.

"Saint Ape Spiritual Lord, long time no see."

The monks from the five camps stood up and bowed in greeting.

The Holy Ape Spiritual Master returned the greeting with a smile, but his eyes, shining with golden light like two little suns, swept in all directions, and his eyes fell on each of the Spiritual Master monks present.

At this moment, Shen Lian, whose hair was inserted between them, became tense.

The small tree, which is a combination of the clone of merit and the Fuyao wood, has extremely sharp perception. Although it is only a passive receiver, he felt an extremely strong pressure the moment the Holy Ape Spirit Lord's divine sense swept over it.

This kind of pressure is three or four times that of Fu Yunfei, and is even stronger than that of all the spiritual masters present.

This surprised Shen Lian a little. They were both in the early stage of Spirit Transformation, so why was this old monkey's aura mellower than that of everyone else present?

Having been with Fu Yunfei for so many years, Shen Lian has some understanding of this Holy Ape Spirit Lord. This cultivator is a host, but his true identity is unknown.

It’s a long story to explain why so many spiritual masters have to listen to a monkey.

In the beginning, the spiritual masters were also unruly.

Later, everyone behaved well.

The Holy Ape Spirit Master is still the Holy Ape Spirit Master.

All the unruly spirit masters are gone.

Anyone who wanted to spy on the relationship between the Holy Ape Spirit Lord and the ferry boat died miserably. Everyone only knew that this monkey had a limited range of activities and did not participate in outside affairs in the past, and he never even showed up.

At this moment, in the fairy pavilion where Fu Yunfei was, the old man who had played the piano before touched his arms and took out a small triangular flag that was made of bronze but emitted a faint light.

After being infused with water magic power, the flag suddenly swelled up to dozens of feet in size in the wind and flew above the fairy pavilion.

At the same time, the leaders of the other four camps took out a similar triangular flag, activated it and hung it above their respective fairy pavilions.

The leader of Fu Yunfei's camp is old man Qin Ming, who holds the black flag of Xuanshui in his hand.

Li Shuanghua, who belongs to Cui Shaoqing’s camp, controls the Golden Light Flame Flag.

The remaining three flags are the Wanmu Flag controlled by Tianyun Lingzun, the Dihuang Flag controlled by Sui Shizuo, and the Peacock Flag controlled by You Yingping.

The five flags correspond to the five elements.

Each camp has four to six Forbidden Spirit Lords under its command. According to the rules that had been set long ago, each Spirit Lord can receive tributes from different numbers of forces.

As for how many copies you can receive, it depends on your own camp and your own strength.

For example, Concubine Fu Yun only accepted three copies, while Elder Qin Ming accepted seven copies.

Seeing the five pennants released, Saint Ape Spiritual Venerable nodded, "There are still more than 20 forces whose inheritance tokens have not been fully stored with flesh and blood essence. Do you think we should wait a little longer, or draw lots according to the old rules?"

"By drawing lots, of course."

The proposal of the Holy Ape Spirit Master was immediately recognized by everyone.

The tokens from more than 20 forces have not been fully stored. If we wait any longer, who knows how long it will take. We better hurry up.

"Okay, let's draw lots."

The Holy Ape Spirit Lord sneered, took out a furnace and offered it in the air.

"Fellow Daoists, let's begin."

The spiritual masters present threw the same number of balls into the alchemy cauldron according to the number of forces they controlled. Each ball had the name of a force written on it.

Actually, it is quite unfair to say this. After all, some Spirit Lords are very powerful and control many forces, so they are more likely to be caught when drawing lots.

But in fact, the monks who occupy more forces are the leaders of the camps, and they don’t care about these at all.

"The old man is about to begin."

The Holy Ape Spirit Master closed the alchemy furnace and cast a spell. The furnace began to spin rapidly and was shrouded in thick mist, isolating the spiritual masters present from sensing it.

"alright."

I will capture three, and the remaining twenty-five camp leaders will each capture five, okay?"

As he spoke, the Holy Ape Spirit Lord reached into the cauldron and three small balls were thrown out, flashing with spiritual light in the air.

"Snow Palace, Golden Flower Palace, Fire Palace."

High-end voting often chooses the simplest method.

Cui Shaoqing didn't expect that the first one would be the force connected with him.

In a flash, he recalled some bad things. Until now, he still has not found the mysterious spiritual master who besieged him.

Saint Ape Spiritual Venerable showed the lot he had drawn, and then gestured, "It's the turn of the Taoist friends next."

Soon, twenty-five small balls were taken out of the furnace and appeared one by one in the air.

The monks from the five camps looked at the names of the forces displayed, some looked annoyed, while others didn't care.

Fu Yunfei took a look and found that there happened to be one of them who belonged to her subordinates, but she didn't care. Luck is also a very important part in cultivating immortals.

As long as the forces that planted the chess pieces are not caught, it doesn’t matter whether the rest live or die.

The Holy Ape Spiritual Master in the center of Yuntai began to clean the alchemy furnace, ignoring the whispers among the monks in the camp, as if his alchemy furnace was some kind of treasure.

…

Under the black flag of Xuanshui.

Yu Qi, the handsome Spirit Master of the Spirit Clan, was annoyed. "I'm so unlucky that I got two of them. These idiots are so disappointing that they don't even have any luck."

As he spoke, he reached into his bosom and took out a small jade box.

"Master, there is a member of my clan in Shanyue Palace, can you exchange one for another?"

As he spoke, Yu Qi opened the jade box, revealing a drop of pure blood, which immediately caught the attention of the Iron-tailed Demon Lord standing beside him.

"Fellow Daoist Yu Qi, your collection is quite good. It is fifth-level blood essence with such a strong aura."

As he said that, Tiewei looked at the old man Qinming and said, "Master, can you give me this drop of blood?"

Old man Qinming narrowed his eyes and nodded.

Tiewei laughed loudly, and with a sweep of his tail, he rolled up the jade box. "Daoyou Yuqi, I will give you the Lishui Palace under my command in exchange for your Shanyue Palace."

At the same time, the same thing was happening in the other four fairy pavilions.

Some of the forces that were caught by drawing lots had a secret plan to seal the Spirit Lord, so naturally they could not be sacrificed in advance.

The solution, naturally, is to change the force that performs the blood sacrifice.

As for saying it's unfair, why not let the forces that haven't completed the blood storage task sacrifice themselves? That would be a misunderstanding of the Spirit Lords.

It is precisely because of the kindness of the spiritual masters that they draw lots, giving the forces that fail to complete the task a chance to survive.

Everyone who comes here can praise Master Lingzun for his kindness.

The Holy Ape Spirit Master wiped the alchemy furnace and quietly watched the monks in the Five Directions Pavilion exchange interests.

The purpose of sealing off the Spirit Lord is to exchange what they want by having cultivators enter the core eighteen continents.

Therefore, they must have made some secret arrangements.

Now that the lot has been drawn, the forces that arranged the backup plan have been caught in a blood sacrifice. If they want to prevent their backup plan from being invalidated, they can only exchange it for benefits.

Of course, some people have arranged several backup plans. If one backup plan is caught, there will still be other forces left. However, the power of the Forbidden Spirit Lord is limited, so it is very difficult to arrange two backup plans.

These game rules were formed bit by bit over the years. Everyone thought they were fun, so they became custom rules. Anyway, Nascent Soul cultivators from all over the world of immortal cultivation came here one after another.

…

When the exchange of interests in the various immortal pavilions was completed, the cloud platform became quiet again, and it happened that the alchemy furnace of the Holy Ape Spirit Master had also been cleaned.

"Haha, now that everything is ready, let's get started. I hope that all of you will get what you want this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the body of the Holy Ape Spirit Lord was filled with the aura of demonic spirits. Twisted muscles bulged out between his tall and skinny body. He quickly grew larger and grew sharp hair like thorns, transforming into an incomparably gigantic half-demon ape.

"open!"

The half-demon ape roared, clasped his hands in front of his chest and grabbed at the fog in the sky.

"My fellow Taoists, when will the heaven-sent immortal fate come to you?"

The roar was like thunder.

In an instant, the aura of the spiritual masters in the five fairy pavilions burst out, the spiritual restrictions on their bodies were broken, and pieces of three thousand calamity spiritual leaves flew into the air.

The Spirit Lords who had regained their Spirit Lord-level strength injected their magic power into the formation flags where they were located one by one.

Five chess pieces flew up and gathered in the air to form a colorful formation, absorbing the magic power gathered from the five directions, just at the place where the half-demon ape tore open the foggy space.

More than thirty divine spirit masters took action at the same time, and the clouds in the sky were torn apart, turning into a colorful column of light that reached the sky.

At this moment, the entire Yueling Continent was shaking. The inheritance tokens of forces distributed in 108 directions lit up at the same time, each releasing a brilliant light that enveloped the cultivators of their respective forces.

In an instant, in addition to the light pillars from the Mountain Ape Holy City, one hundred and eight light pillars of different colors appeared on the Yueling Continent, reaching straight into the sky and shaking the earth.

In a trance, the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning. One by one, the tokens were attracted and transformed into the shapes of mountains, discs, long rivers, small boats, palaces, fairy palaces, etc., and brought the Nascent Soul cultivators to gather around the Mountain Ape Holy City.

The transformed gods and spirits in the Mountain Ape Holy City were instantly attracted, and the high-hanging cloud platform and the 108 flying relics formed a meteor shower, flying towards the north of the continent.

Carrying the tokens of their respective forces, the Nascent Soul cultivators crossed the Yueling Continent at an astonishing speed. Even those who had cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage were still shocked beyond words by the scene before them.

When the group crossed the Moon Spirit and approached the void outside the North Land, an ancient and long horn sounded from the deep void abyss.

A huge, dark, and hazy ship as big as a star revealed half of its glowing body from the darkness, but this small half was pressed down by the broken void.

"Look, the ferry!"

For a moment, the Nascent Soul cultivators in the field breathed tensely.

Rumor has it that by boarding the ferry one can enter the core area and have the opportunity to advance to become a god.

The state of transformation into a spirit is the pinnacle of the world, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate. With a broader sky, one will no longer be oppressed by the Spirit Lord.

…

At this moment, Shen Lian, whose hair was tied up in Fu Yunfei's hair, gathered all his breath and looked at the scene in front of him quietly.

The Nascent Soul cultivators from the four continents of the Immortal Cultivation World gathered on the Yueling Continent. After a lot of killing, they passed the first level. Now as long as they can successfully board the ferry, they can enter the coveted core area.

This scene is like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, with hundreds of boats competing in the current, but only a few can succeed.

But combined with what happened on the gimbal before, it seems extremely absurd.

The Divine Master Hua can decide the life and death of many Nascent Souls with a single thought, as simple and unimportant as crushing an ant under your feet while walking.

All the movements of the spiritual masters are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

Shen Lian originally thought that these spiritual masters must be miserable people because they endured the pain of being confined. Now it seems that, although they are miserable people, they are not easy people.

It really is true that big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, and shrimps can only eat stinky mud.

Is Huashen Lingzun a big fish? No, Huashen Lingzun is just a small fish, maybe even a small shrimp.

Why do I say that? Among the spiritual masters present, many were promoted after entering the core continent via the ferry.

He thought that after advancing to the Divine Transformation stage, "the sky will no longer block my eyes", but in fact he was burdened with the Three Thousand Tribulations Spirit Leaf.

Leaping over the Dragon Gate? It doesn’t exist.

ps: I will sort it out later, and today I only have 4,500 words.

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