Chapter 175

One day, two days, three days

Chu Chen, who was trapped in the state of selflessness, could not feel the passage of time. Finally, on the third afternoon, all the wonderful images finally merged into one, and turned into a brilliant five color light group, which was once again immersed in the huge green magic medicine stove.

Boom!

In an earth shaking sound, a bright five-color light rose into the sky.

Chu Chen, who was sitting in a closed eye, broke away from the realm of no self and laughed: "ha ha ha, how can you escape after spending so much effort on me?"

At the next moment, as soon as the finger is stretched out, a huge net of aura will flow out of the sky. In an instant, it will cover the five colors of light in the void. With a sudden pull, it will be collected into the porcelain bottle that has been prepared for a long time, showing four round and beautiful pills.

The figure of the elder of spirit heart suddenly shakes, and a touch of shock that can't be concealed appears again on his face!

"It was That's the legendary ancient elixir... "

The voice did not fall, next to the Qingyue elder martial sister also figure huge shock, big stare in the beautiful eyes instantly filled with a touch of incredible look!

The precious light of the miraculous medicine reflected the whole medicine refining hall. Both the spiritual elder and Qingyue fell into a kind of illusion, and their expressions gradually became blurred.

The reaction of Chu Chen and these two beautiful pharmacists was completely different. He worked hard to refine these ancient pills, and all he had to do was eat them!

The day of Biquan Xianzong's annual big match has finally arrived. On this day, many people have been waiting for too long.

On the square on the hillside of Biquan Xianzong, there were already many disciples of the sect. In the void, light and shadow are illusory, and a stream of aura gushes out. In the void, it condenses and turns into a huge arena like an entity. It is hundreds of meters wide and suspended in the void. It is as powerful and unpredictable as prison.

The duel between friars is so destructive that ordinary people can't imagine it. Therefore, it is impossible to take pains to move the stone casting arena from other places like the secular world.

The friars' arena is built by the sect's great supernatural creator. It is suspended in the void. Although it seems to be crumbling, it is actually solid. It will not be broken if the disciples bombard them at will. And even if it is cracked by a brilliant disciple, it can be repaired with aura at any time, which is extremely convenient.

Seeing a huge challenge arena appearing out of thin air, many disciples couldn't help but marvel at it. They were shocked by the mysterious immortal means.

When the shadows appeared in the sky above the challenge arena, all the people stopped breathing. The annual big match is once a year, which is the flourishing age of the sect. Therefore, the rare leaders, deputy leaders and senior elders of the sect will come to watch and observe.

This scene also made many disciples extremely excited. Everyone expected to show their skills in the big competition. If we could get some of the high-ranking people and accept them as their own disciples, they would be able to ascend the sky step by step from now on!

After the appearance of the crowd, spiritual power gushed out of the void, condensing huge thrones, standing in the void. All of them sat down one after another, and the headmaster of Biquan Xianzong nodded slightly in the middle. An old man with crane hair and childish face came out of the crowd and nodded: "Dabi begins! In the first game, Yao Jinghai, the outsider, will fight against Chu Chen, the outsider, in the battle of life and death

Without any unnecessary nonsense, the duel began. The voice of the competition elder is all over the whole Biquan Xianzong, which leads to an uproar.

Although the annual contest is fierce, it is after all a contest between the brothers of the same sect. Everyone stops at the end of the contest and divides the winning and losing, that is to say.

This kind of direct regardless of life and death combat, one is rare. Only when there is a death feud between two people that can't be resolved in any case, and then with the approval of the high-level of the sect, will the war of life and death be launched.

This battle of life and death is the most dangerous and bloody battle, and it is the final place to understand all the gratitude and resentment. In the battle of life and death, no matter which side falls down, his relatives and friends are not allowed to retaliate against the other party. This is an unwritten rule among sects.

"Where are the two disciples?" Athletic elder finish saying, eyes a stare, momentarily tongue fight spring thunder, send out a violent roar, "still don't hurry up!"

"The disciple is here!"

A clear roar soared to the sky. In the north of Biquan Xianzong, where the "Zihai" is located, a bright purple red light rises, as if a bright purple meteor cuts through the sky and falls, with heavy bombardment on the challenge arena!

Bang!

Accompanied by a dull bang, the brilliant purple meteor shows a man with outstanding demeanor, it is Yao Jinghai.

He was dressed in purple gold silk robe and wearing a gold feather crown. He stepped out slowly. A strong purple light gathered around him quickly, and a bright purple star appeared in his shadow, which was very magical.

He bowed slightly and saluted the crowd in the stands. His manner was indescribably free and detached. Although he was saluting, he gave people a feeling of incomparable respect and nobility. It was like a high-ranking emperor who saluted his teacher with reverence. That kind of noble spirit leaked from the bone, people can't help but feel a little convinced."The north star rises, the emperor's appearance!"

The elders in the stands nodded their heads when they saw this scene, and their eyes showed a trace of amazing color.

According to legend, Yao Jinghai was born in a declining imperial dynasty, and he was the crown prince of that dynasty.

However, he was born at an untimely time. Not long after his birth, the imperial dynasty fell apart and was destroyed by internal and external troubles. The extremely loyal old minister traveled thousands of miles and traveled for several months before he was sent to Biquan Xianzong and became a person of cultivating immortals.

The declining prince was born with national enmity and family hatred, and his natural talent was lost. In an ancient relic, he even unconsciously understood an ancient royal family's Taoism, which was called the purple emperor's North Star rhyme. Since then, he has been practicing for thousands of miles and has made great achievements in the sects.

Because of this, Yao Jinghai's cronies did not call him "senior brother" much, but called him "His Highness", so that he could always remind himself of the hatred of his country and his family and never forget his humiliation.

North Star, also known as crape myrtle star, is the emperor among the stars.

The purple emperor's northern Chen Jue skill is based on this idea, which can make the friars warm up a brilliant aura of emperor. In addition, Yao Jinghai himself was born in a noble family. He was the son of the imperial family. Therefore, the cultivation of this set of skills can achieve twice the result with half the effort, which has always been valued by the high-level sect.

At this time, when I saw him on the stage and saw the purple light erupt around him, there was a trace of legendary purple flavor.

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