"The ultimate goal of the Golden Core Vision List is just to gather the monsters from all over the world, so there will not be a situation of taking turns to fight and beat people to death."
True Lord Luoxue said: "If all the monsters are harmed because of a list, then it will run counter to Fairy Linglong's original intention."
Su Zimo nodded.
This method of competing for the Vision List is indeed relatively gentle and avoids more fights.
True Monarch Luoxue said: "The competition for the Vision List will be held in three months. At that time, there will be one hundred thousand Jindan True Masters gathered at the foot of Wanxiang Peak!"
"At that time, True Lord Yujun of Xuanji Palace will come forward to preside over it. In addition to me, True Lord Nascent Soul from all the super sects will also watch the battle."
Hundreds of thousands of geniuses gathered together to compete for the Vision List. Although the method was relatively mild, the process was definitely intense, intense and huge!
"I understand, thank you Lord Luoxue for telling me."
Su Zimo cupped his fists and saluted.
True Lord Luoxue nodded and said: "You are in a special situation. You have precious treasures such as the Divine Phoenix Bones on your body, and you have offended many sect forces. From today on, you should practice in this hall, so that no one will look for you. Trouble."
In Vientiane City, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at Su Zimo!
If he stayed here and was guarded by True Lord Luoxue, other sect forces would not be able to rush to Piaoxue Valley's territory to arrest people, no matter how determined they were.
"Thank you, Zhenjun."
Su Zimo thanked him again.
"correct."
Su Zimo remembered something and asked, "May I ask Zhenjun, have the monks from Danyang Sect ever entered the ancient battlefield?"
Although there are many chance treasures in the ancient battlefield, they are also accompanied by dangers.
Not all super sects and top forces will send their monks in. After all, Danyang Sect is one of the four side sects and is not good at fighting. It is reasonable to choose not to enter the ancient battlefield.
"All the four side gates are here, but they haven't arrived at Vientiane City yet." True Lord Luoxue said.
Su Zimo nodded.
With Ye Ling here, it shouldn't be difficult to escort Xiao Ning to the ancient battlefield.
Although Su Zimo and others were delayed due to many things along the way, due to their strong strength, they were able to rush on their way day and night.
They were the first batch of monks to arrive in Vientiane City.
Other monks cannot be so careless.
For safety reasons, most sect forces will choose to rest at night and rush during the day to avoid large-scale beast tides as much as possible.
Su Zimo pondered for a while and then asked: "Are there gods appearing in Wanxiang City?"
"Um?"
Upon hearing the word 'gods', True Lord Luoxue's expression changed drastically. He turned around suddenly, stared at Su Zimo with bright eyes, and asked slowly: "Have you seen the gods?"
"I saw!"
Qingqing stood up with a firm tone.
"What's the plan of the gods appearing here?"
True Lord Luoxue frowned and looked solemn.
After a while, True Lord Luoxue waved his hand and said, "You guys should rest here. If anything happens, please inform the monks from Piaoxue Valley here and come to me at any time."
"good."
Everyone responded.
This hall is extremely spacious and has many rooms for training. Su Zimo and others randomly found a few training rooms next to each other and settled down temporarily.
As time goes by, there are more and more monks in Vientiane City and it becomes more and more lively.
From time to time, news would reach the main hall in Piaoxue Valley that this genius has entered the city, that evildoer has arrived, or some genius has climbed the Vientiane Peak, and so on.
After practicing so far, Su Zimo's inner elixir has been cultivated to its peak and reached perfection. As long as he leaves the ancient battlefield, he can break through at any time!
The realm of golden elixir is similar. As long as you continue to practice, it won't be long before you feel the opportunity for a breakthrough!
On this day, Su Zimo was practicing in his room, and a transmission sound sounded outside the door.
"Fellow Daoist Su, someone from Qianhe Sect is here to pay my respects."
The voice of a monk from Piaoxue Valley sounded.
"Thousand Crane Gate?"
Su Zimo's heart moved, he stood up and said in a loud voice: "Please come in, Taoist fellow from Qianhe Sect."
"Everyone, let's go and see our old friends."
Su Zimo knocked on the door of the little fat man and others' room.
"Who?"
The little fat man stretched his waist and walked out sleepily.
“You’ll find out if you go and see it.”
Su Zimo smiled and went ahead.
As soon as everyone entered the main hall, several monks came in outside the door, all of them women. On the sect token hung around their waists, there was an exquisite spiritual crane carved on it.
The leader of the group had a cold look on his face and looked like a fairy, as if he didn't care about anything.
The little fat man's eyes widened, then he rubbed it vigorously and exclaimed: "Sister Lengrou?"
The female cultivator from Qianhemen originally had a cold face, but when she heard this voice and saw the fat man opposite, the man in green shirt, a smile finally appeared in her eyes.
The person who came was none other than Leng Rou, who had joined the Qianhe Sect twenty years ago!
After not seeing each other for many years, Leng Rou had changed a lot, her temperament became colder and colder, but when she looked at Su Zimo, the little fat man and others, there was a hint of warmth in their eyes.
Su Zimo thought of Leng Rou when he heard that the Qianhe Sect disciples came to pay their respects.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
At this moment, a laugh came from outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, a man walked into the main hall. His long sleeves were fluttering, he was handsome and handsome, and he was looking at Su Zimo and others with a smile. He said with a smile: "Old friends meet again, how can I be missing?"
"Senior Brother Ji?"
The little fat man exclaimed again, his eyes filled with joy.
The visitor turned out to be Ji Chengtian, who had entered Danyang Sect twenty years ago!
Su Zimo, Little Fatty, Leng Rou, and Ji Chengtian were not only once disciples of Piaomiao Peak, they also experienced life and death together!
Su Zimo clasped his fists and said in a loud voice: "Senior Brother Ji, your style remains the same. You are well."
"Ha ha!"
Ji Chengtian laughed loudly and said: "I can't compare to you. Over the years, even in Zhongzhou, I can hear some news about you. After entering the ancient battlefield, I was even more scared to death!"
Leng Rou said very little, but after meeting Su Zimo, Little Fatty, and Ji Chengtian, the smile on her face never disappeared.
The monks from Qianhemen were all amazed when they saw this scene.
Among the Qianhe Clan, Leng Rou was known as an icy beauty who was unsmiling.
Unexpectedly, just now, there were more cold smiles than she had in the combined twenty years of her stay at Qianhemen!
In this strange place, nothing can make people more happy than meeting old friends again.
Su Zimo's eyes kept looking outside the hall, as if expecting something.
"Don't worry, Xiao Ning is here too, right behind."
Ji Chengtian waved his hand and said: "Tang Yu will negotiate with the monks in Piaoxue Valley again. I couldn't wait any longer, so I slipped in first, haha!"
As soon as the laughter ended, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
Su Zimo's eyes gradually became fixed.
Not long after, more than a dozen monks came together.
Among the crowd, there was a female cultivator wearing light yellow clothes. She had beautiful appearance and gentle temperament, and her eyebrows were somewhat similar to Su Zimo's.
This woman in yellow shirt is Su Xiaoning, Su Zimo’s sister whom she hasn’t seen for many years!
The two brothers seemed to have a tacit understanding. They saw each other at first sight among the crowd.
Su Zimo's eyes softened instantly.
Xiao Ning's eyes were red, and big tears were trembling in her eyes. She pursed her red lips, and a thousand words were stuck in her throat, turning into a cry.
"elder brother… "