Two days later, Xiao Ziyang came to the deacon's main hall early, but before the hour, there were already many monks waiting in the main hall where the elders' meeting was held.

Xiao Ziyang entered the hall, the purple light in his eyes flashed slightly, and sure enough, he found that most of the four monks waiting in the hall were cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, and one of them turned out to be the cultivation of foundation building Wangdan.

He sneered slightly, allowing himself to participate in the competition between a monk in the middle stage of foundation building and the monk in the Wangdan stage, which was really a clear idea of presetting himself to death.

The monks in the main hall obviously knew the contradiction between Xiao Ziyang and Wang Ziling, some looked at Xiao Ziyang with a mocking sneer on the corner of their mouths, and some showed sympathy and pity on their faces, obviously they all regarded Xiao Ziyang as a dying person. Naturally, no one paid attention to him. He was also happy to be quiet, and sat alone in the corner, closing his eyes and recuperating.

As the time approached, three more monks came one after another, two of these three monks were in the late stage of foundation building, and one of them was also a Wangdan cultivator.

Half an hour later, a handsome middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a purple robe walked into the main hall with two young monks.

All the monks stood up in unison, bowed, and said in unison, "Meet the giant tree real person." Xiao Ziyang naturally didn't dare to make an exception, and he also saluted respectfully with everyone, and he didn't even dare to fake the voice in his mouth.

There are more than 100 Jindan monks in the Daluo faction, but only 17 of them have formed Shengdan. Jumu Zhenren is one of these seventeen people. Not only that, but this person is the leader of many Jindan monks in the Daluo Sect with the cultivation of Jindan during pregnancy and infancy.

Such a monk, killing Xiao Ziyang is like crushing an ant to death, and smashing some meaningless ghosts in front of this person is tantamount to looking for death.

After Jumu Zhenren entered the main hall, he didn't look at Xiao Ziyang at all, but his every move was under the control of Jumu Zhenren. Seeing Xiao Ziyang's expression, which was even more respectful than most others, Jumu Zhenren snorted slightly.

Jumu Zhenren didn't care about Wang Biling's life or death at all. But the magic weapon he rewarded his disciple actually fell into the hands of an outsider, which made his face really dull.

The rest of the magic weapons are just that, and that worry-free divine armor is the portable magic weapon that Jumu Zhenren was proud of back then. If it weren't for the fact that his descendants were all mortals without spiritual roots, how would they be rewarded to outsiders?

With the arrival of Jumu Zhenren with two disciples, the ten monks who participated in this competition arrived.

Jumu Zhenren didn't talk nonsense, led everyone out of the main hall, waved out a huge building boat, and led everyone to the sky.

The speed of this building ship is extremely fast, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary magic weapons, and after more than half an hour, it rushed to the spirit stone mining area more than 2,000 miles away, causing contention.

This contested spiritual stone mine is located in a mountain col in the northwestern part of Tai'an Mountain, and it is deserted within a radius of thousands of miles.

The boat stopped and landed slowly in a flat valley in front of the col.

In the valley, there are two very majestic halls, very abruptly nestled among the shrubs and weeds. The main hall was full of light, and this was obviously a luxury magic weapon of the two palaces.

Jumu Zhenren took the boat and led everyone towards one of the main halls.

Seven or eight monks came out of the main hall. The one who took the lead was also a Jindan monk. This person Xiao Ziyang also knows, he is known as Kunling Zhenren, and he is a Jindan elder of Bailing Mountain.

This person is just a fake Dan cultivator, but relying on his identity as a formation mage, his status among the Jindan monks of the Daluo Sect is quite high.

Kun Ling Zhenren took the foundation building period mages of the seven Bailing Mountains and greeted them from afar. "Senior Brother Jumu, a large array has been set up in the land of the fighting law, and you can enter it only when the monks from both sides who participated in the battle arrive. "When Kun Ling Zhenren faced Jumu Zhenren, he was respectful like a foundation building disciple.

Jumu Zhenren nodded and led everyone into the main hall. After everyone sat down, Jumu Zhenren waved his hand, and ten magic weapons with aura appeared on the square table beside him.

With Xiao Ziyang's eyes, he found that each of these magic weapons was no worse than the Youyue that he had just acquired.

Secretly amazed, he observed the other monks who were involved in the fight. Some of these monks had a look of fear on their faces, some of them were calm on the surface, but the churning mana aura on their bodies revealed the anxiety in their hearts. The two monks of the Wangdan period are the old gods.

These monks are fearful, calm, or fearless. Looking at the ten magic weapons, his eyes all spewed greedy light, but there was not a trace of doubt.

When Xiao Ziyang secretly regretted in his heart and didn't carefully inquire about the rules of the competition, Jumu Zhenren spoke: "The place of this competition is a canyon six hundred miles long and more than a hundred miles wide. This canyon has been shrouded by two factions in a large array. In the middle of the canyon there is a high platform, and on the high platform there is a sealed magic weapon. You should all have heard the name of this artifact, 'Spirit Tower'. After you enter the formation, the large array will be closed for three days, and after three days, the side that walks out of the large array with the 'Spirit Tower' will be the winner. ”

The ten monks who were about to participate in the competition, except for the two disciples of Jumu Zhenren, all of them instantly widened their eyes, including Xiao Ziyang.

Half a day later, one of the monks gritted his teeth as if he was constipated, and said, "Lingxiao Tower! "It was one of the two Wangdan cultivators who participated in this competition, except for the two disciples of Jumu Zhenren, who spoke.

Jumu Zhenren, who has always been known as a cold-faced real person and is very strict with his disciples, is rare this time without blaming him for his unreasonableness. He even explained with a smile: "The scale of this spirit stone mine is only medium, but the quality is extremely high, in the early stage of mining, it was found that not only the reserves of high-grade spirit stones accounted for thirty percent, but also a low-grade spirit jade was once mined. But the location of this mineral deposit is too far north, very close to the power range of the Great Snow Mountain Sect, if it is forcibly occupied, our Great Luo Sect will not have an advantage. So the ancestor of this sect asked Lingxiao Palace for this 'Lingxiao Tower' as a color head, inducing the Great Snow Mountain Sect to agree to fight fairly with our faction to decide the ownership of the Lingshi Mine. However, as a price, the future production of this spirit stone mine will be distributed to Lingxiao Palace. ”

Speaking of this, Jumu Zhenren's face turned pale, and he said solemnly: "Therefore, all of you who came to participate in the fighting method this time are different from the previous ones who voluntarily received the task, but they have been carefully selected by the elders. The stakes are very high in this fight, so please do your best. Of course, the rewards of this competition are also very generous. No matter who it is, as long as he walks out of the big array with the 'Spirit Tower', this magic weapon belongs to him. ”