But Situ Nan told him that the infant transformation stage is a process of Yuan Ying's mutation. In this process, the Yuan Ying will grow bigger and bigger, but the physical body will not change. It will only change when the Yuan Ying is out of the body. That's the case.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Wang Lin took out the spirit gourd, took a big sip, began to vomit, and sprinted for the middle stage of foundation building. The reason why he is cultivating here is because Situ Nan once said that this will help his recovery.
A little bit of time passed, and in a blink of an eye, the deadline for qualifying matches in the extraterritorial battlefield had reached its deadline. As early as a month ago, many monks had already arrived outside the Cassia Valley. They might have found the best place one after another, with piercing eyes. Looking at the only exit of Cassia Valley; or wandering in the nearby Fang Market.
As more and more monks came here, the Cassia Valley gradually became lively, and naturally there were enemies who met and fought.
Within a thousand miles outside of the Valley of Cassia, because of this flourishing age once every 100 years, many markets have multiplied. You must know that the opening of this extraterritorial battlefield is basically gathering most of the monks from the entire Zhao Kingdom cultivation world. Many monks gathered here.
These workshops have basically become the largest trading market in Zhao's country once a hundred years. In these workshops, monks of various sects are in an endless stream, and they are very lively.
Many materials and magic weapons that were not common in the past have appeared one after another.
On this day, a dense crowd of monks gathered outside the Cassia Valley, all of them all large and small cultivation sects within Zhao Kingdom.
Except for those big sects, most of these people gathered together in a scattered manner. Except for those small sects and small families, most of them were casual cultivators.
These little sects, families, and casual cultivators are not qualified to enter the battlefield outside the territory. They come here for a glimpse. You must know the opening of the battlefield outside the territory, but once in a hundred years, it is said that at the moment of opening, they will disperse from the channel. Give out a lot of spiritual energy and take a sip, which is several times more than usual.
Seeing that the opening time of Cassia Valley is approaching, people in the market have found a place to stay outside of Cassia Valley, waiting to open it.
At noon that day, the sky was cloudless, and the sky was like a blue silk hanging on it. The noon sun was shining down, and the surrounding temperature was slowly rising.
Soon, the surrounding temperature was very hot, but the monks outside the Cassia Valley didn't care, all of them stared at the exit of the Cassia Valley.
Experienced monks know that today's noon is the opening moment of Cassia Valley.
The entire Cassia Valley, if you look at it from the sky, you can find that it is completely in the shape of a gourd. The mouth of the gourd is the exit of the Valley. There are two towering peaks standing there, with a small road in between. A huge octagonal formation.
At this time the formation suddenly brightened.
Not far from the ancient world, several masters of the Yuan Ying stage of the Modao sect gathered together and stared at the moment when the formation was lit up, and the thin figure of Teng Huayuan was also among them.
There was a hint of excitement in his eyes, and he stared at the formation in the passage without turning his eyes.
The formation became brighter and brighter, and eight people slowly walked out of it.
Fuji Kamoto's eyes showed disappointment, and then he flipped his right hand and took out a black banner, squeezed it, and the soul sealed in it suddenly disappeared.
Seeing the eight people walking out, the Brother Zhao Guo outside the Cascade Valley, immediately buzzed, and they started talking, pointing and pointing.
"Come out, look at it, usually the first sect to come out is out of qualification, this time I don't know which sect it is."
"Huh? Why are there so many people this time? According to past practice, the first school to come out must be the least numbered."
"Come out, I saw Zhou You, he is a disciple of Misty Sect..."
"The Misty Sect also failed in the last qualifying match, and this time it is the same. It seems that this righteous faction is nothing more than the same. If I send in Futian, maybe they are better than them."
"Brother Zhang, the highest cultivation level of your sect is only the early stage of the formation of alchemy. If the Misty Sect casually sends a master, it can destroy you. I want to say that this time the Misty Sect failed because the disciples of the Demon Dao were too strong. "
At this moment, the eight major sects of the two sides of Zhengmo, except for the Nimie Sect because of the Yuan Ying stage master sitting, did not get a token and did not participate, the ancestors of the other seven sects came here one after another.
At this time, Xin Hai, the ancestor of Misty Sect, looked gloomy, staring at the exit of Cassia Valley without saying a word.
At the exit, the eight members of Misty Zong looked strange and walked out. Seeing the dense crowds of people outside ancient times, coupled with the words that came from time to time, the eight people blushed and urged them to walk to Xin Hai in frustration.
Xin Hai managed to endure his anger. This time he invested a lot of money and sent 25 disciples. Among them, there were three in the late stage of the foundation building and eight in the middle stage. Although the rest were in the early stage of the foundation building, he sent a large number of disciples. Magic weapon, this time I originally made up my mind to qualify for whatever I said, but now, only eight of the 25 people survived.
Xin Hai glanced at the eight people. At this time, Shangguan Yun, one of the ancestors of the Yuan Si Sect, stood aside, and smiled and said, "Brother Xin, it’s okay to be unqualified. Speaking of this, the work of cleaning up the battlefield outside this region is also very important. It’s dangerous. In the past, it would be nice to keep one for ten people who went there, so Brother Xin doesn’t have to worry about it, isn’t he just waiting for a hundred years."
Xin Hai sneered and said: "Old man Shangguan, you don't have to say silly things here. If you lose, you lose. The old man will not shame. The old man will naturally abide by the agreement between us." After all, he stared at the eight disciples, Shen Said: "Your big brother, are you dead?"
One of them knelt on the ground with a puff, and said in a low voice: "Ancestor, all are dead... Except for us, all the other disciples are dead."
The other seven people also knelt down, with a look of fear on their faces.
Shangguanyun sneered inwardly, but showed compassion on the surface and shook his head without saying a word.
Xin Hai's face was as sinking as water, and he sneered: "So many people have died, okay, which school killed it?"
The first disciple, who knelt on the ground, hesitated for a moment. At this moment, Xin Hai waved his hand, and suddenly a light curtain covered the people of Misty Sect. Shangguanyun looked up and sneered inwardly.
After blocking other people’s spiritual visits, Xin Hai motioned to the disciple to speak. The disciple opened his mouth and quickly transmitted the sound. After hearing it, Xin Hai was startled, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. After a long time, he gave a cold snort and said: " You stand behind me, I want to see how sacred he is." After speaking, he waved his hand again, and the light curtain dissipated.
Shangguan Yun on the side suddenly said, "Brother Xin, why didn't Dao Fellow Xumei not come?"