"I've only said a few words to you in the Nine Yang Immortal Sect in the Contribution Hall, and you are willing to pay attention to me. I'll form a team... Uh, I can only try it, see if you want me?"

Seeing that he said so pitiful, Xuanyuan Peng felt that he was sympathetic. He was also obsessed with him in the Contribution Hall, but he made a big splash in the battle for cultivation qualifications. If he wanted to survive in a sect for a long time, he would have to pull a few people beat the side and help him carry the sedan chair?

Thinking of this, he smiled faintly: "Yes, I'm going to register a task anyway, so you can go with me!" He wanted to win over someone, and at least his enlightenment could instantly improve Fatty Jin's cultivation strength." However, this requires examining the character of this fat man. It is impossible for him to improve his strength simply to win him over. It depends on whether he is reliable.

"Thank you so much, Brother Xuanyuan is better, hahaha..." Fatty Jin was so happy to see that he could follow Xuanyuan to register a task and get the prize.

In fact, Fatty Jin had his little plan, not that no one was working with him, but that he felt that with the powerful Xuanyuan, there was a great chance of survival, so Xuanyuan was so powerful. He was not strong enough. In the Contribution Hall, the grandmother did not love his uncle, and those who could get along with him were also garbage playboys. He didn't want to follow a group of playboys to show off his power and sacrifice his life. Although he was also one of the playboys.

Xuanyuan Pengteng stood up and took Fatty Jin to his cultivation courtyard and walked out of his cultivation courtyard, heading towards the Elders' Court where he was registering for tasks. However, he saw that there were few pedestrians on the road, and the gates of many Taoist courtyards were closed and extremely quiet, and it was obviously empty. Fatty Jin gasped and followed him and said, "Brother, we are actually the latest group of people, many brothers and sisters. They went to register the corresponding tasks according to the materials on the list early."

Xuanyuan Peng nodded, and he naturally knew that one day in the sky, one year underground. The army of the Divine Realm invaded the heavens, and half a day had passed. That is to say, according to the concept of time in the lower realm, it had been about half a year. It was just that the time in the heavens flowed very slowly.

During this half day, the gods guarded the torn huge heaven and earth passage, and successfully signed the contract for the rules of god war. Then, several armies, with the heaven and earth passage as the center, violently attacked cities and land in all directions, and the entire Western Wilderness land. It was already a sea of ​​fire, and even the war had extended to the edge of the South China Sea, the edge of Zhongzhou, the edge of the Arctic Ice, and other large lands.

One after another, they walked into the Elders' Courtyard and saw teams of Jiuyang disciples with different costumes and awesome breaths. They kept flowing, some registered tasks, some had received various prizes, and some were unfortunately killed and killed by gods and demons, spreading...

Since the list of prizes was announced, the Elders' House for registering tasks has become the busiest Taoist temple. The number of disciples of Jiuyang came in and out, and the elders responsible for registration were exhausted.

During the continuous registration, the elders quickly summarized the task rules, which were divided into super difficult, extremely difficult, level three difficulty, level two difficulty, level one difficulty, easier to wait for the next different task levels. Among them, the registration locations below level one difficulty, the most Jiuyang disciples gathered, and they had to queue up. However, the tasks above level three difficulty are not large, especially in the super difficult task, several elders are dozing off.

Xuanyuan Peng glanced at it and chose a task of level three difficulty and walked over. Fatty Jin's heart was secretly irritated. Although following Senior Brother Xuanyuan seemed to have a higher safety factor, this powerful general would definitely not take ordinary tasks seriously and would definitely choose some tasks with a higher difficulty factor. Now, it turns out that's true. Fatty Jin has an advantage, that is, after he chooses, he will not regret and complain, and will bite the bullet and follow him up.

"Elder, I want a third-level task, the prize is materials such as the blood of the witch god, the essence of the Great Wilderness." Xuanyuan Peng was determined to win such materials that can improve the Imperial Soldier Immortal Artifact. What surprised him a little was that in his opinion, the super-quality materials were actually not too difficult for the task.

It is also possible that such scarce materials and ordinary immortal tools are of no use at all! He secretly guessed in his mind.

"Well, okay... Huh, are you called Xuanyuan? An elite disciple of Contribution Hall?" One of the five or six elders in charge of registration suddenly an elder stared at him and asked.

"Yes, does the elder know me?" Xuanyuan Peng looked at the man in surprise, but was very unfamiliar. The elder smiled and said, "Oh, I don't know you, but I heard that you have an amazing record in the Contribution Hall. Your performance is very good, very good. Well, I will leave this third-level mission to you. On the edge of Zhongzhou, Wuba Mountain, Wuba Sect is suffering from the siege of seventy-two second-level demons and a third-level peak demon leader. I wonder if you have the courage to go?"

Xuanyuan Peng nodded without saying a word and agreed. He killed a large number of second-level demons, let alone just seventy-two. Of course, no problem.

"It turns out to be extremely brave!" The elder praised and registered the task. After Xuanyuan Peng and Fatty Jin turned away, another elder suddenly said with a ugly expression: "Elder Sikong, that task is obviously seventy-two third-level demons and a fourth-level demon leader. Why do you deliberately lower their level? Wouldn't this let the two contributing disciples die?"

Elder Sikong's smile suddenly sank: "Hmph, I was about to die, but Xuanyuan actually killed the elite children who were mainly cultivated by my Great Compassion Sect. If I don't destroy this son, Sikong Changxiao, how can I explain to my family and sect? Please rest assured, as long as you hide it for me, I will give each person a million elixirs and never break my promise!"

"..." Several other elders opened their mouths, all smiled in understanding, and did not say anything, and went to their own way, including the first elder who spoke out for doubt. They had no friendship with Xuanyuan, and Xuanyuan had no backing, so it was not worth standing up for him. They offended Sikong Changxiao, who was also the elder of the elders, and there was also a closure fee for elixirs!

"Hmph, Xuanyuan, right? I won't come back now!" Si Kong Changxiao stared at the direction where Xuanyuan Peng disappeared, and cursed coldly in his heart.

Xuanyuan Peng received the task and took Fatty Jin to a large space formation in the Nine Yang Immortal Sect. Now, it takes elixirs to ride in the large space formation. This makes the Nine Yang disciples who are in the process of life and death, especially mǎnyi. He told the disciples who presided over the formation of teleportation location and began teleportation!

Boom! A flash of space light, Xuanyuan Peng and Fatty Jin appeared on the edge of Zhongzhou in the blink of an eye, in the Jiuwu City, looking from afar, the northwest direction of Jiuwu City, the war surged and the sects of several sects were all trapped in fierce battles, hundreds of large space formations were constantly circulating and teleporting, and several people rushed to various places to support.

Among these reinforcements, many are allies of various sects, and there are also children of several sects who come to complete the mission. Xuanyuan Peng and Jin Fatty are two of them.

Xuanyuan Peng rolled over Fatty Jin in his sleeve, suddenly soared into the sky, circled slightly, and identified the direction, and suddenly turned into a human-shaped lightning bolt, flashing a few times, and then descended on Wuba Peak, which was on the verge of collapse.

"Which sect has arrived? Damn, why are there only two? Didn't this come to die in vain?" A deputy sect leader of Wuba Sect came to greet him in surprise when he saw someone flying over the peak like lightning. When he saw that there were only two people, he couldn't help but feel disappointed and stomped his feet and shouted.

"Hey, what are you doing? I'm here to support you. After completing the mission, aren't there only a few dozen second-level demons? As for those who are so scared that they are so desperate?" Fatty Jin cursed very reluctantly.

"Who told you that the second-level demon who besieged my Wuba Sect? Fatty, open your eyes wide and see if it's OK..." The deputy sect leader shouted with a look of expression...

"Roar!" With a demon's roar, seventy-two ferocious battle halberds broke through the air, rolling evil spirits, shocking the world, and the halberd winds were simply torn apart, and they could not be regarded as sharp...

"Fight..." The Master Wuba cried wildly, leading a large formation composed of hundreds of elders and elite disciples to fight...

"Peng!" With the huge roar, the Master Wuba and others were screaming and were slashed and fell down in a mess. There were even several elite disciples, all of whom were crazily blown into pieces, staining the sky with blood...

"Hahahahaha..." A tall demon shadow wrapped his hands in front of his chest, looking coldly at Wuba Peak, the crowd of people fighting desperately like ants. Below him were seventy-two third-level demons, forming a magic array, and seventy-two demon halberds to strangle all resistance. He didn't need to take action, but he killed several times.

"Is this the immortal clan in the East? It's weak, too weak, vulnerable, simply vulnerable..." The devil leader shouted coldly and ferociously. In his bloody eyes, there was a strong murderous aura and fighting spirit.

"Kill!" Seventy-two demon shadows suddenly launched an attack like the sky collapsed and the earth was broken. With a whoosh, the seventy-two halberd auras thorned into a sharp halberd aura, and suddenly broke through the air and stabbed...

"Boom!" The wind roared, and the air tore apart. The ferocious halberd aura was like a black dragon, stinging down through the air. The seventy-two demons all used their full strength to slash Wuba Peak with one halberd!

"No, I can't stop it, run away..." The Master Wuba screamed, stomped his feet unwillingly, turned into a mysterious light, and was about to escape from the sky. He was at the peak of the third level, so he naturally could not stop it at first glance. Besides, in the attack just now, the immortal formation formed by him and his disciples and elders was completely blown up, and he had no strength to resist such a fierce attack. To be continued...)
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