Divine Mystical Immortality: Starting Cultivation with the Town Martial Guard

Suddenly, a thick blood-red cloud surged from the horizon. The cloud rolled like a sea of ​​boiled blood and surged toward where everyone was.

The God-Transforming Lord of the Blood Evil Sect stepped on a blood cloud and slowly appeared. He wore a blood-red battle armor, which was engraved with various ancient and evil runes. The runes shone with strange light, as if telling of endless killings.

His face was obscured by a blood-red mask, revealing only a pair of eyes that emitted a cold red light. Those eyes were like actual blades, scanning the people present.

When everyone in the Blood Evil Sect saw the appearance of True Lord Transformation of Gods, their originally sluggish morale instantly rose. Hope was rekindled in their eyes and they shouted in unison:

"Meet the True Lord Transformation of Gods!"

The voice was full of awe and enthusiasm.

The faces of everyone in the Xuanqing Sect changed drastically, and the leader’s lips trembled slightly, thinking to himself:

"Why did the God-Transforming Lord of the Blood Evil Sect suddenly appear? The situation is now even more complicated and unpredictable."

The elders also looked frightened and took a few steps back unconsciously.

Fu Shaoping frowned. He knew that the appearance of the God-Transforming True Monarch would bring huge changes to his plan. He held the hand of the ghost flag a little tighter, and the ghost was restless in the flag.

Just when everyone's eyes were attracted by the True Monarch of the Blood Demon Sect, a melodious sound of fairy music came from the sky.

I saw a clear light streaking across the sky. In the clear light, the Xuanqing Sect's Divine Transformation True Monarch flew slowly towards me with a fairy sword that exuded a warm light.

He was wearing a Taoist robe as white as snow. The Taoist robe fluttered in the wind and was embroidered with exquisite patterns of cranes and spiritual grass. He seemed to be an immortal descending from the fairyland to the mortal world. His face was handsome, and his eyes revealed an otherworldly indifference, but there was an undoubted majesty hidden in this indifference.

When the disciples of the Xuanqing Sect saw the appearance of their true god-turned-god, they all knelt down and saluted, their faces full of reverence and pride.

"Welcome to the True Lord Transformation God!"

Their voices were uniform and loud. The people of the Blood Evil Sect looked at the Xuanqing Sect's God-Transforming True Lord with vigilance, and were secretly on guard in their hearts.

Fu Shaoping's heart trembled. He knew that the strength of the Xuanqing Sect's God-Transforming True Monarchs should not be underestimated. The appearance of these two God-Transforming True Monarchs made the already tense situation become like a taut bowstring, about to break out.

Everyone in the Wanning Alliance also looked serious. Zhenren Gui, Zhenren Lan, and Zhenren Huang exchanged looks with each other, and they all saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

at this time.

The earth began to tremble slightly, and from the distant horizon, a golden light approached quickly like a rising sun.

True Lord Wanning of the Wanning Alliance came slowly riding on a huge unicorn beast.

The unicorn beast exudes dazzling golden light. Every time it takes a step, it will leave a golden footprint under its feet, and there is a faint auspiciousness rising in the footprints.

Zhenjun Wanning himself wears a golden battle armor, which is inlaid with countless bright gems. These gems gather into various mysterious formation patterns, exuding powerful spiritual power fluctuations. His face is resolute, and his eyes reveal endless wisdom and courage.

When everyone in the Wanning Alliance saw the arrival of True Lord Wanning, everyone was in high spirits and shouted in unison:

"True King Wanning is mighty!"

The sound was earth-shattering. When people from other forces saw the appearance of Zhenjun Wan Ning, they were filled with fear.

Everyone in the Blood Evil Sect and the Xuanqing Sect realized that this originally complicated situation had become even more complicated and confusing because of the appearance of Zhenjun Wan Ning.

Fu Shaoping sighed inwardly. With these three powerful men at the level of gods gathered together, it seems that the next few levels should be more difficult.

After a while.

There was a loud rumble.

In the center of the dojo where they were, an ancient and huge stone gate slowly emerged.

The stone door is engraved with all kinds of eerie patterns, including evil spirits with green faces and fangs, souls bound by chains, and rivers flowing with blood.

With a dull roar, the runes on the stone door began to shine with a faint blue light. The light became brighter and brighter, gradually intertwining into a huge vortex.

In the whirlpool, there were waves of ghosts crying and howling, as if countless innocent souls were struggling in it. A powerful suction force surged out from the stone door, the surrounding air became bitingly cold, and a thin layer of frost began to form on the ground:

"The third level of the Monster Holy Land!"

When everyone in the Blood Evil Sect saw the terrifying scene in the Nine Netherworld Mansion, their faces showed expressions of greed and excitement.

True Lord Transformation God nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with blazing light.

Other elders and disciples are also eager to try. Their pursuit of the power of blood evil makes them yearn for this place full of gloomy atmosphere, as if they have seen countless opportunities to improve their skills.

The people from the Xuanqing Sect seemed a little hesitant.

The leader frowned, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

The True Monarch of Transformation God has deep eyes.

Reactions within the Wanning Alliance were mixed.

Xu Zhenren's six senior brothers turned pale when they saw the terrifying aura emanating from the stone gate.

One of Xu Zhenren’s juniors said:

"Senior brother, this place is too scary. We may be in danger if we go in. Why don't we just exit."

Several other people nodded in agreement.

Xu Zhenren looked at the fellow disciples around him, then at the terrifying stone gate, gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, let's go."

After saying that, the six of them turned around and flew away from the Holy Land. Their figures looked a little embarrassed driven by fear.

Zhenren Lan stood there, looking at the blue whirlpool, feeling very confused. On the one hand, she was afraid of the danger in the Nine Nether Palace, but on the other hand, she didn't want to miss this opportunity to gain a huge opportunity.

She turned to look at Fu Shaoping, with a questioning look in her eyes, and asked softly:

"Fellow Daoist Fu, look at this Nine Nether Palace, should we enter or retreat?"

Fu Shaoping looked at the unknown stone gate and said firmly:

"Master Lan, I know there are many dangers involved, but treasures are often accompanied by danger. I, Fu Shaoping, will not back down easily, but this is just my idea. The final decision depends on Master Lan himself."

Fu Shaoping clenched the ghost flag in his hand. The ghost in the flag seemed to feel the owner's determination and let out a low cry.

Zhenjun Wanning stood on top of the Qilin beast and glanced solemnly at Fu Shaoping, Guizhenren and other important figures in the Wanning Alliance.

Then, he secretly used the sound transmission technique, and a low and serious voice sounded directly in everyone's minds:

"Little friend Fu, Master Ghost, this Nine Netherworld Mansion is by no means an ordinary place, and the danger is beyond imagination. According to my investigation, it is very likely that there is a sixth-level ghost king in it. Once we encounter it, we may not be able to escape intact. Little friend Fu, you You are young and have a bright future, so you should not take risks here. Ghost Master, don’t be impulsive, your life is the most important thing.”

After hearing Zhenjun Wanning's voice transmission, Master Gui showed a wry smile on his face. He knew in his heart that his life span was running out, and he came to the Holy Land of the Monster Clan to find a chance for a breakthrough.

He looked up at the entrance to the Nine Netherworld Palace, which was emitting blue light, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.

He sent a message to Zhenjun Wanning and others:

"Zhenjun Wanning, I appreciate your kindness. But I am an old man and my life is approaching. If I don't win this time, I'm afraid I won't have another chance. I have made up my mind to enter the Nine Netherworld Mansion and give it a try. ”

Guizhen's body trembled slightly, showing both fear of unknown danger and desire for a breakthrough in life.

After hearing Zhenjun Wan Ning's message, the faces of Zhenren Lan, Zhenren Huang and others instantly turned pale.

They looked at each other with hesitation in their eyes.

Master Lan bit his lip, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

On the one hand, it is the warning from Zhenjun Wanning, and on the other hand, it is the huge opportunity that may exist.

Huang Zhenren frowned, and his hands clenched and unclenched unconsciously.

After a while, Master Lan sighed softly and said via voice:

"Zhenjun Wan Ning, this danger is too great. As our strength is low, it is better not to go in."

Huang Zhenren also nodded, expressing his agreement with Lan Zhenren's decision. Although they were unwilling to do so, their fear of the sixth-level ghost king still prevailed.

Fu Shaoping stood there, with no hint of flinching in his eyes.

He knew the danger of the Nine Netherworld Palace in his heart, but he had the Underworld Tianlong Temple as a support.

Although this temple is not completely under his control, the power contained in it is enough to give him a sense of confidence. He looked up at Zhenjun Wanning and responded firmly via voice:

"Zhenjun Wanning, Shaoping is very grateful for your concern, but I would like to take this opportunity to practice."

Fu Shaoping clenched his fists. He knew this was a gamble, but he was willing to take the risk for his own growth and future.

Real Lord Wanning saw that everyone had their own ideas and Fu Shaoping was determined, so he stopped trying to persuade him.

I saw him closing his eyes slightly, taking a deep breath, and the golden armor on his body suddenly became brighter. The bright gems inlaid on the armor shone even more dazzlingly, and the mysterious formation patterns on the gems also flowed. Get up and emit powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

Then, Zhenjun Wan Ning gently clamped the Qilin beast between his legs. The Qilin beast raised its head and let out a roar that shook the sky. It rose into the air with all four hooves and rushed towards the whirlpool that was emitting a faint blue light and howling like ghosts and wolves.

The moment Zhenjun Wanning's figure rushed towards the whirlpool, it was like a golden meteor streaking across the dark night sky.

Everyone felt as if their eyes were blurred, and Zhenjun Wan Ning and his Qilin beast had already submerged into the huge whirlpool.

As he entered, the vortex seemed to tremble slightly, and the surrounding sounds of ghosts crying and wolf howling became louder, as if to welcome this powerful intruder and to issue a warning.

Seeing True Lord Wan Ning entering so decisively, True Lord Transformation of the God of the Blood Evil Sect flashed a trace of surprise and admiration in his eyes, and he thought to himself:

"This Zhenjun Wanning is indeed very courageous, but this Jiuyou Nether Mansion is not that easy to break into. I will wait and see again."

True Lord Transformation of God of Xuanqing Sect shook his head slightly. He felt that True Lord Wan Ning's move was a bit reckless, but at the same time he was also curious about what support True Lord Wan Ning had to dare to act like this.

When Guizhenren saw Zhenjun Wanning entering, he became more determined in his mind. He murmured to himself: I will definitely be able to get through. "

Fu Shaoping held the Netherworld Ghost Flag tightly. He looked at the whirlpool, secretly admiring the courage of Zhenjun Wan Ning. At the same time, he was full of expectations and nervousness for the Nine Netherworld Palace he was about to enter.

The Blood Demon Sect's God-Transforming True Lord quietly observed the entrance vortex of the Nine Netherworld Mansion for a while, and saw that apart from the increasingly noisy sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, there was no special violent reaction to the entry of True Lord Wan Ning.

His eyes hidden behind the blood-red mask narrowed slightly, shining with a dangerous and greedy light.

The blood-red armor runes on his body beat more violently, as if echoing some unknown power in the Nine Netherworld Palace.

He slowly raised his hands, and a strong bloody aura gushed out of his body, forming a layer of blood mist around him, in which the heads of various evil spirits were faintly visible.

Then, he snorted coldly, and the blood cloud under his feet shook violently, and the whole person shot towards the dark blue vortex like a blood-red lightning.

When he approached the vortex, the dark blue light in the vortex and his bloody aura intertwined and collided with each other, making a crackling sound, as if two forces that could not tolerate water and fire were in fierce confrontation.

When the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect saw the True Lord of Transformation enter, they cheered immediately. They were full of blind worship and trust in their True Lord of Transformation, as if the True Lord of Transformation entered the Nine Netherworld Palace as easily as entering his own back garden.

On the side of Xuanqing Sect, everyone's expression became more nervous.

The head of the sect frowned and said to the True Lord Huashen beside him:

"The True Lord Huashen of the Blood Evil Sect has also entered. The treasures in the Nine Netherworld Palace may be taken away by them first. What should we do?"

The True Lord Huashen of the Xuanqing Sect still looked calm and said softly:

"Don't worry, let's see the situation first. The Nine Netherworld Palace is not that simple. It's easy to get in but hard to get out."

Fu Shaoping saw the True Lord Huashen of the Blood Evil Sect enter, and he was a little worried.

He knew that the True Lord Huashen of the Blood Evil Sect was strong. If he had a conflict with him in the Nine Netherworld Palace, he might not be able to deal with it.

But Fu Shaoping's curiosity and desire for treasures were not extinguished by this worry, but became more intense.

He turned his head to look at the True Lord Gui, and found that the True Lord Gui's eyes were also full of determination. Obviously, he would not change his decision because of the entry of the True Lord Huashen of the Blood Evil Sect.

Xuanqing Sect's Master Huashen stared at the deep blue, unknown Nine Netherworld vortex, his eyes revealing a trace of solemnity and determination.

He gently raised his right hand, and a whisk emitting soft white light appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The silk of the whisk was like silver threads under the moonlight, exuding a holy breath, which formed a sharp contrast with the gloomy Nine Netherworld.

He slowly closed his eyes, muttering something, and the white Taoist robe embroidered with exquisite cranes and spiritual grass patterns on his body began to move without wind, as if a breeze was surrounding him.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and his body turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the vortex.

The moment he entered the vortex, the vortex that was originally howling like ghosts and wolves seemed to be affected by the holy power on his body, and the dark blue light flickered and emitted a sharp whistle, as if expressing dissatisfaction with his intrusion.

When the disciples of Xuanqing Sect saw Zhenjun Huashen enter, they were filled with awe and some worry.