In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 502 Begins

when--

when--

Suddenly, a melodious bell sounded in Wangxian Valley, and more than ten teams of disciples flew out from below. The canyon was lit up with brilliant fairy light on all sides. Bronze square platforms slowly flew out from below and began to form a larger square platform in mid-air.

what's going on?
Taoist Wang, who was discussing tactics with Mudan using his alien soul, was also attracted by the noise. He moved his mind back to his body and opened his eyes to watch the noise.

"what happened?"

"It seems like the Disciple Competition will be held earlier?"

"Wangxian Valley is not afraid, right? Those evil demons from the evil ways haven't shown up yet, so why is the competition already starting here?"

"Maybe they are afraid that their disciples will be hurt by the devils. This is also human nature. No matter how powerful those devil cultivators are, how dare they show off in front of so many fellow Taoists? It is bound to be a case of much ado about nothing."

"I still want to watch the fun...it's not bad to see the new generation of Wangxian Valley."

The monks around were talking about it.

Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment and felt relieved.

Due to the lack of information, he didn't know that someone from Tianluo was already helping the righteous cultivators in this world.

It’s just that there are too few people coming, so Mudan has not yet discovered it.

"Master is still so decisive."

"Starting the competition early will cause the demons to rush over in disarray, which will make it easier for them to reveal their weaknesses."

Taoist Wang, wearing a certain filter, silently gave a thumbs up to his uncle master.

Wang Jixuan could not do much, so he just gave Mudan a casual instruction:

"First level combat mobilization."

The First Base suddenly became lively.

The scale of the mobilization there was dozens of times more spectacular than the Wangxian Valley disciple competition.

Let’s talk about Wang Jixuan’s real body.

Murong Zhengyi specifically ordered his female guard to pack a lot of food and put it full on the cloud platform. At this moment, he was also calling:

"Uncle Master, you and the two fairies should come over to have something to eat. It just so happens that their disciple competition in Wangxian Valley has started ahead of schedule."

"Oh? Why start early?"

"I heard from them that it was probably to avoid the sharp edge of the demon monks."

Murong Zhengyi handed over a pair of jade chopsticks respectfully.

Wang Jixuan took it with a smile, slowly picked up the delicious food and put it in the empty bowl next to him.

Amina immediately floated over and picked up the dishes and chopsticks with a smile.

"Don't just eat, use your sensory circuit to sense the danger."

"Good."

Amina responded while busy.

Xiao Hua Ting on the side was much more sensible. She ran to the other side of Wang Jixuan and knelt down, pouring tea and wine for her master and her future master's wife.

Murong Zhengyi tactfully went aside, called a few good friends, and sat down to have a feast together.

Someone asked Murong Zhengyi who this was, and Murong Zhengyi just said vaguely:

"My uncle is here to save my life. Please don't disturb him. His cultivation is extremely high."

The other 'young' monks were also tactful and did not make any loud noises or look at the woman here.

Soon, the arena was set up, and the disciples who flew to the periphery began to invite guests to come forward and watch the ceremony.

Because the competition started early, some guests had not yet arrived, so 40% of the four sides of the platform were empty; in the past, they would naturally have to wait for the guests, but today they did not wait. Two elders from Wangxian Valley, one male and one female, flew to the center of the arena.

Two square platforms filled with young disciples from Wangxian Valley slowly rose from below.

The 'really young' men and women are ready to go, eager to try, young and with a passion that has not yet been extinguished.

If nothing unexpected happens, today's arena is also built for them.

Unfortunately, the accident is already underway.

"These disciples are in good spirits."

Elder Wang Dao commented maturely.

Amina picked up a peanut-shaped spiritual fruit, covered her mouth and chewed it, her bright eyes blinked a few times, and asked softly: "Can I change my body? I feel a little uncomfortable eating like this."

"Change, you are free, there is no such rule in our family."

Pong!
Amina suddenly became shorter.

Number 5 makes a comeback after many years!
She giggled, her big eyes turned into crescent moons, and she sat cross-legged, rolled up her sleeves and started working left and right, sweeping away everything in her path like whirlwind.

“The food here is delicious!”

"Wow! The ingredients used are all nourished by spiritual energy! This is so luxurious! Why didn't we think of processing ingredients this way before!"

"Wow! Try this barbecue! If you don't want to eat it, I'll eat it! It's really a good idea to be associated with you!"

There were several black lines on Wang Jixuan's forehead.

At a certain moment, the anger that had been aroused by Amina's trumpet was directly... shattered...

However, Master Wang was still gentle after all, and something in my heart was touched.

He smiled and said, "Eat slowly. If you can't eat well, ask Junior Brother Zhengyi to buy some for you."

"Okay! Buy more!"

"You only listen to the second half?"

Wang Jixuan threw a storage ring to Murong Zhengyi who was standing beside him. The latter's female guard had already stood up and flew out.

Murong Zheng smiled and said, "Thank you for the reward, uncle master!"

Wang Jixuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, and he felt more favorable towards this young man.

Look at the arena. The two deacons of Wangxian Valley, one man and one woman, bowed to the four directions and then began to speak their lines in a loud voice.

It's basically something like, the autumn weather is clear and sunny, and the many Taoist friends have come from far away to watch the ceremony, which is really an honor for us in Wangxian Valley... and so on.

It has been the same for many years.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't chatter for long, only half an hour, and then they read out the rules of the competition and began to arrange the drawing ceremony for the two hundred or so disciples.

Xiaona (nickname Amina) was also attracted by the movement on the stage and watched carefully as the young disciples stepped onto the square stage.

She nudged Wang Jixuan's arm with her elbow.

"Oh, dear!"

"Ahem," Wang Jixuan, who was drinking tea, almost choked himself to death, "Yes, go ahead."

Xiao Na sent a message: "Where's your senior sister?"

"What, what, Senior Sister?"

"The senior sister I missed back then," Xiaona muttered, "Mudan told me that when you were injured and unconscious, you called me senior sister more than a dozen times."

Wang Jixuan: ...

"Don't make wild guesses. I only have one ex in the entire universe, and in all of time and space."

"Hey, don't be nervous, these are just small problems. You don't mind my age, and I don't mind your rich experience. You have accumulated enough rich postures from your rich past."

"cough!"

Wang Jixuan silently covered his chest.

Give him back that stunningly beautiful, cool, elegant, well-behaved and dignified girl!

"Junior sister has done it more than a dozen times."

Xiaona's big eyes continued to be crescent-shaped and her little mouth kept eating.

Fortunately, the sound of gongs and drums had begun in the front, and the first group of disciples had started fighting.

"Watch the fight, watch the fight. Back then, I was also on this stage, enjoying the attention of the crowd. It was very refreshing."

"How do you feel comfortable? Tell me in detail!"

Xiaona decided to let him go. After all, he was a very honest man.

……

The disciples' fight is really fun to watch.

In fact, when one's cultivation reaches a certain level, fighting can easily involve mobilizing spiritual energy from hundreds of miles away, and the offensive launched is dazzling.

Unlike these disciples who were at the foundation building and pill condensation stage, even if the two of them tried their best, they could not shake the surrounding protective formation.

Wangxian Valley is famous for its magic and has many wonderful methods.

However, in order to save mana and deal with subsequent battles, most disciples rely on the magic weapons in their hands.

Since ancient times, sword cultivators have been the most handsome. Soon, there were two sword cultivators who practiced the Qingping Jue and the accompanying sword song, which caused the surrounding audience to talk about it and praise it.

There were those who were interested in the performance, cheering and clapping, very enthusiastically;
There were also those who wanted to take the opportunity to curry favor with the cultivators of Wangxian Valley, or those who wanted to show off their own knowledge. Whenever a fight was going on, he would repeat the moves used by the disciples below.

After a while, this place became quite lively.

Wang Jixuan listened and watched with a smile. The beautiful girl beside him asked questions about life and death from time to time, which made him sweat a little.

In this way, the conference was held smoothly for two hours.

More than forty disciples from Wangxian Valley came on stage, including an immortal seedling who was less than thirty years old but had already reached the late Jindan realm.

The atmosphere in the venue gradually became warmer due to the cheers of the surrounding audience.

There is a high probability that Xian Valley will become the world's largest sect tomorrow.

Wang Jixuan appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually observing everything carefully.

Uncle Taiye and that group of great masters seemed to be still eating and drinking in the main hall; according to convention, these righteous giants would only show up to watch the ceremony when the disciple competition reached the semi-finals and finals.

There's no fun in letting them watch some ordinary disciples fighting each other.

But beneath the peace and joy, Wang Jixuan smelled something unusual.

These great masters are all trying to neutralize the effects of alcohol;
There were no more disciples serving wine in various places;

The Wangxian Valley, which was originally quite lively, suddenly became too quiet at this moment, as if all the excitement had shifted to the arena above.

Ok?
Wang Jixuan suddenly noticed that several disciples were walking hurriedly in the corner and disappeared on a wall.

What a secret passage.

Was there such an escape route before?
Taoist Wang was a little curious, so he used a bit of his spiritual power to follow him, and soon he looked enlightened.

It was an escape tunnel converted from the maintenance passage of the mountain protection formation's base.

A group of disciples with lower cultivation levels can be seen moving underground to a safer place far away, and several outer sect elders are responsible for their support.

"It seems that Master Taiye believed what I said."

Taoist Wang smiled at first, but then he became a little worried.

"Is Master Taiye too trusting? Did he recognize my voice?"

Worrying too much will lead to confusion, it's nothing more than this.

zizi.

"Boss, a dark cloud appeared about 10,000 miles to the northwest. There are a lot of demon cultivators in this dark cloud, but they are all demon cultivators from this world."

Peony's voice came out of the hidden headphones:

"According to my initial observation, there are about seven Mahayana cultivators, eleven in the Tribulation Realm, and less than twenty in the Fusion Realm... It seems that these are all the high-end combat forces of the demon cultivators in this world? The other minions are quite a lot.

"Oh, yes. They have many Jindan-level cultivators, hundreds of them."

Wang Jixuan: ...

This is how magic cultivation works. In the early stages, you make rapid progress, but in the middle stages, you encounter bottlenecks. In the late stages...

Most magic cultivators do not have a late stage.

The biggest reason why Wang Jixuan resisted falling into the devil's way was actually that it was very easy for a demon cultivator to go astray in the end.

Many demons become arrogant for a while, and they will destroy themselves without the righteous people having to bother to eliminate them.

This group of demonic monks had already been defeated by the righteous sects. If it weren't for the fact that the price to completely eliminate them was too high, the righteous sects would have tended to become a group of scattered sand when they were under little pressure.

Wang Jixuan said calmly: "This is indeed all the wealth of the demon cultivators in this world."

Peony: "So weak."

"Evil cannot prevail over good. This is the normal state of the world."

"I'll keep watching them," Mudan said with a smile, "We've made all the preparations for the battle here, but it's not a good idea to use weapons of mass destruction here."

"It depends on the situation. The righteous are not completely powerless to fight back."

"it is good."

Mudan agreed and was about to turn off the voice chat when she exclaimed, "They are starting to gather! A large number of dark cultists are starting to gather underground! My satellite matrix will not make mistakes. The energy-gathering units are constantly flowing. They are going to launch a sneak attack from underground!"

"Can we lay a minefield underground?"

"We don't have enough time. Besides, the weapons we use are severely limited in power underground and are most destructive in the atmosphere. These individuals are all humans, not big targets."

Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment and said, "Then wait until they get close to the median line of the straight-line distance, and then we will launch an attack from underground first."

"We launch an offensive?"

"Well, let's release a few nuclear bombs to blow them up. Make sure the noise is loud enough to calm them down and also alert the monks here to the situation over there."

"Yes, they have just started to gather. We should be able to drop a few earth-penetrating missiles in time with our fastest missile carriers."

"While we're fighting here, I'll open the second portal to the subspace."

"clear."

The two stopped communicating.

Wang Jixuan stood up.

All eyes around him immediately fell on him.

Wang Jixuan seemed to have just woken up from a dream. His originally tense face was now smiling. He turned his head and asked, "Zhengyi Junior Brother, where is the toilet?"

"Uh, in the back..."

Wang Jixuan nodded, put his hands behind his back and floated towards the direction Murong Zhengyi pointed.

Murong Zhengyi and several friends beside him looked at each other.

"Such an expert still needs to go to the toilet?"

"Maybe he felt that the fighting between these young disciples was too boring, so he went for a walk."

Murong Zheng turned his head to glance at Amina who had shrunk in size, and Gao Huating who was staring at the fight on the stage with sparkling eyes, and felt a little confused.

Is this okay, senior?
Huh? Why is the sky suddenly getting gloomy?

Murong Zhengyi looked up and saw that the crowd had already started to stir.

"West! Look west!"

“The demonic energy is overwhelming!”

"The Demon Sect is coming!"

On the arena, the stands, and the thousands of treasure ships of various types floating on the periphery, countless monks stood up at the same time and looked towards the large dark clouds coming from the west.

A rough voice sounded like thunder:

"Okay, okay! Taiye, you old thief, are you scared? You actually moved up the competition, don't you want our disciples to participate in it?!"

"Why don't we have a competition between righteous and evil disciples today! Let's see who trains the better disciples. Hahahaha! Ah! My eyes!"

The voice was laughing but suddenly stopped and a hiccup occurred.

The magic of transmitting sound over a thousand miles was still there. This person was immediately embarrassed and shouted in the cloud: "Who! Which bastard plotted against me!"

Deep in the clouds, the old man with long blood-red hair covered his left eye, blood was dripping from the corner of his eye, and a silver needle was stuck in his eyelid.

The injury was not serious and would not make him blind, but it was quite insulting.

Underground, Wang Jixuan watched this scene quietly.

He was intentionally provoking the other side to take direct action and not giving the Dark Cultists any window of time to gather.

(End of this chapter)