Dozens of powerful people gathered in the Valley of Love, which is undoubtedly another major event in the cultivation world in recent years. Everyone was talking outside the Jiulong Fire Formation, guessing who would get the opportunity to become an immortal.

"It must be a powerful man in Tianzhou. The three religions of heaven, earth and man have profound backgrounds, countless magic weapons, and a wealth of talents. Besides, with Taoist Mu Feng, who can compete with him in the late stage of the realm of transformation."

"This is a bad saying. The opportunity to become an immortal is to discuss opportunities, luck, and luck. Even if you build a foundation, you will come to your door. I think the great masters of the five tribes in Dongzhou have great hopes and will make a splash in the genius competition. I am afraid that even the opportunity to become an immortal will fall into their hands."

As soon as this statement was spoken, someone immediately replied: "It's really funny that you, a monk, speak. As long as you have strong luck in the foundation-building period, you can get the opportunity to become an immortal. Otherwise, you can't even enter, so how can you get the opportunity to become an immortal? I think the opportunity to become an immortal is quite great. After all, although the five Haoyue Gate has declined, the Haoyue Gate behind him is extremely mysterious and powerful. Maybe they have made some arrangements long ago."

After the monk who said that the powerful Dongzhou could get the opportunity to become an immortal was ridiculed, he immediately retorted: "I think you are watching the sky in the well. How big is the world of cultivation? There are countless strange people and strange things. You have never seen a foundation-building monk enter it just now. The pagoda above his head is obviously a spiritual weapon. Have you ever seen a foundation-building monk use spiritual weapons? If you were you, you would have been killed by the spiritual weapons, and he would not be considered a great operation."

The mysterious foundation building that he entered just now attracted everyone's attention. When he talked about it, the monk could not refute it. He could only insist on saying, "It's just a death to enter it. You don't even look at the people who entered it. Even if he gets the opportunity to become an immortal, he still has to give in. I'm afraid that he will have to change his master before he can get warm."

"Okay, okay, since everyone has different opinions and has their own opinions, why don't you come and have a bet? I will build a farm." At this time, a monk in soap clothes emerged from somewhere, and the nine ring scars on the bald head were vividly remembered.

Looking at this person, he was young, with thick eyebrows and big ears, and a solemn expression. It was really unsuitable to say that gambling was from his mouth. But such a seemingly serious monk had a wine gourd in his waist and a chicken in his hand, and talked about gambling, which aroused everyone's curiosity.

"I said bald donkey, you should stop chanting scriptures in Xizhou anymore, why are you here to do?" someone cheered.

The monk muttered Amitabha and said indifferently: "My monk's Dharma name Kongse is a Buddhist disciple in Xizhou. He is traveling out and heard that there is a Mahayana cemetery here. I came here to see it so that I could increase my experience."

"Music disciples, I think they are Buddhist traitors. How can Buddhist disciples drink and eat meat or gamble?" This sentence caused laughter from everyone, and most people wanted to be foolish.

Kongse didn't seem to hear the ridicule of everyone. He bit the chicken leg, twisted the gourd, drank a few big sips of wine, wiped his mouth, and smiled: "What this donor said is bad. Our Buddhists emphasize being born in the world. If we cannot enter the world, how can we be born in the world? In a word, do you bet or not?"

"Betting, am I still afraid of being a bald man? I said, how can I bet?"

Kongse smiled, as if the evil plan had succeeded, and said, "It's very simple. Since everyone has many opinions, it's better to take the state as the boundary. When the powerful people come out of the cemetery, whoever wins the golden elixir of becoming an immortal is in the hands of the immortals. What do you think, the bet will be one to pay."

"What if there is a mysterious person whose identity cannot be seen?"

"This is also simple. How about all people who cannot identify their identities, including that mysterious foundation building period?" Kongse replied with a smile. No one would doubt that the monk was constantly calculating in his heart to see how to obtain greater benefits.

"Okay, please feel free, I've bet." A monk took out his storage bag first and threw it to Kongse, saying, "There is 10,000 yuan in air stones. I bet on the Tianzhou powerhouse to win." He was not afraid that Kongse would escape. There were hundreds of monks here, and no matter how powerful he was in the Wind Control Stage, he could not escape.

"Okay." Kongse took the storage bag, flicked his finger, and a jade slip flew into the man's hand.

The man swept his spiritual sense into the jade slip. There was only one divine thought in the jade slip, "The powerful man in Tianzhou, ten thousand yuan of Qi stones."

Someone started with the other monks followed one after another, some of whom were betting on Dongzhou, some of whom you gave to Tianzhou, some of whom you bet on Jingzhou, and some of whom were betting on mysterious monks. The ratio of bets on each side was almost the same. The fewest ones were five thousand yuan Qi Stones, and the most were actually 100,000 yuan Qi Stones. The sum of all the gambling funds actually reached a huge amount of tens of millions of Qi Stones, which was shocking.

Kongse was so happy that he could get at least 50% of these vital stones, that is, five million vital stones. I am afraid that a low-level cultivator would not have that much saving for the rest of his life.

Dozens of powerful people rushed into the cemetery, each carrying spiritual weapons, and the light shone above his head, illuminating the dim tomb.

Qin Yun was the last cultivator to arrive in the tomb. When all the powerful men saw a foundation-building cultivator coming in, they all showed disdain in their eyes. Although the monks who could enter the cemetery through the Nine Dragon Fire Formation were not ordinary people, they all thought that Qin Yun was a small cultivator who accidentally obtained a spiritual treasure and wanted to try his luck after he was lucky enough to try his luck. At most, he only had a mind in his heart. I am afraid that only a strange thing flashed in Ji Xian'er's eyes, but she pretended not to see it.

Qin Yunle is like this, and being stared at by others is not a good thing. Only when a masturbator takes action when he is surprised can he get the legendary golden elixir.

If you observe the entire tomb carefully, there must be many mechanisms. If you accidentally break it, you may break here. There is only an entrance on the heads of everyone, and there is no other passage. There are eighteen copper coffins in the entire tomb. There are birds and beasts carved on the copper coffins, and each end is fierce and creepy.

"The Mahayana corpse is in a copper coffin in it." This is a reaction in the hearts of all monks.

Several powerful people rushed forward impatiently and pushed open the copper coffin. The lid of the copper coffin opened, revealing a long-dried corpse inside. The corpse was wearing a bronze armor on its body, and the laws on the armor were flowing, which was obviously a rare defensive magic weapon.

"Haha, this opportunity to become an immortal is mine." As soon as the powerful man finished speaking, the two people around him attacked him at the same time.

Bang bang, and the two palms hit the back. The powerful man squirted blood from his mouth, causing more damage to his body and almost rupture. The laws and principles rushed around in his body, destroying his vitality to the fullest.

The cultivator who was plotted was full of disbelief. He was guarding against everyone, but he never expected that his two friends would plot against him. But the facts were difficult to change. The sudden two moves destroyed the vitality in his body. Even if he did not die, he would become a useless person, and even if he wanted to take revenge, he would have no hope.

The two who took action were able to look at each other, and they were tacit. For the opportunity to become an immortal, what could their friends be worth?

The two of them reached out to grab the corpse in the copper coffin at the same time, and hit each other without hesitation with one palm.

Bang, another earth-shaking sound was shaking the entire tomb. The powerful man took action. Each palm contained countless laws, huge vitality, Tao and reason were intertwined, and burst out when the palms and palms collided.

There are also many powerful people watching, and they are not in a hurry to take action. Even if it is a Mahayana corpse, the golden elixir contained in the body cannot be absorbed by the monks at once, and they can always be snatched. What's more, how can the corpse of the Mahayana sub-saints be easily found and suffered a dismemberment? There are eighteen copper coffins here, and the mystery is not so simple. These powerful people regard the two as experimental subjects. If there is really a golden elixir, it will not be too late to take action to snatch them.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the corpse in the copper coffin moved. He grabbed one of the powerful arm. Black smoke rose from the arm of the powerful monk and quickly dried up. The vitality and vitality in his body quickly passed away. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a human fuck, collapsed to the ground, and never moved again.

"Sure enough." The powerful men thought to themselves. They had already expected something to happen, but were shocked that the corpse in the coffin was so terrifying.

Another powerful man reacted and wanted to escape, but it was too late. The corpse grabbed his arm with the other hand, and a rotten force quickly spread on his arm, bursts of blue smoke came out.

"Ah." The powerful man was in great pain. He knew the terrible corpse. He gritted his teeth and tore off his arm, and flew away.

The powerful man who was previously plotted to see his two friends who plotted to him, one died and the other broke his arm, laughed happily, "Okay, the cause and effect, the retribution is unhappy. I didn't expect it to come so quickly. You two ungrateful wolves will die."

While laughing, blood oozed out of his body. The vitality in his body was destroyed. Even his body could not be repaired. He could only wait for death. Being able to see the revenge before his death was undoubtedly the most gratifying thing for him.

Perhaps the laughter attracted the corpse. It crawled out of the copper coffin and walked to the dying monk. Its dry face was facing the monk. With a sucking from its mouth, an air flowed into the corpse. The corpse expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye and became more and more fulfilling.

"No, he is absorbing the vitality of the monk and resurrecting him, and stop him quickly." At this moment, all the powerful people realized that the situation was not good and took action one after another. If the corpse was resurrected, everyone would probably have to pay a heavy price.

Countless flying swords flew towards the corpse, and a piece of Mars appeared on the body.

"What is his armor made of? Why is it so hard?" Everyone was surprised, and their eyes were filled with greed. If this armor was taken, no one in the same level could kill him.

"Roar." The corpse roared for the first time, and he was angry by the flying swords of everyone.
Chapter completed!