If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 488 Mengpo Soup?! National Cellar!
Qixian cursed inwardly, but appeared nonchalant as he brought down a palm strike.

This is the Eight Desolations, their territory. How could they possibly lose to some cultivators who are half a step away from transcending the tribulation?
The elder of the Five Hells Sect no longer concealed his cultivation level. His aura rose steadily, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed from a cultivator who was half a step away from transcending the tribulation to a genuine cultivator who was transcending the tribulation. The power of the realm provided by the complete small world shattered the palms swung by the seven immortals on the spot.

The elders of other super sects also became furious, and some even took out ancient immortal weapons that exuded a murderous aura.

Everyone knows that this Daoist competition is of great significance. If you don't have real skills and don't bring some real weapons, won't you be laughed at?!

Qixian just felt a headache.

It’s fine for super sects like the Ghost Sect to form the Prison Gate. These sects should have their own talents, right? They should send people with real skills and bring real weapons so that they can beat others just in case. Why do they just beat their own people?

The seven fairies had no way of expressing their suffering and could only bite the bullet and mobilize the power of the eight wastelands to be beaten.

The black shadow also noticed the change in the battle situation and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

"No problem! The time has come! Close it!"

The giant tower with the three words "Immortal Palace" collided with the Eight Desolations Palace. A hurricane arose from it, and the border of the Eight Desolations was completely lifted up. It collided with the edge of the falling small world and was forcibly embedded together.

"One world—completed!"

The scene of the Taoist competition completely collapsed, and huge fragments fell towards the Eight Desolations.

It was as if the powerful oppressive force from the world itself fell equally on every Dayu monk.

The genius of the Great Wilderness Alliance felt his whole body relax, and the suppression from the Dao Pillar disappeared.

Chang Wei and other geniuses of the Great Wilderness were immediately encouraged and worked even harder to kill the wild monsters. They even called on people to protect the weak Dayu monks.

Tang Zongjian and other geniuses from the Great Wilderness who were sent by the Immortal Palace were a little confused.

The Immortal Palace has come to the world, and it must be here to kill all the Taoist monks. As special envoys of the Immortal Palace, they should express their stance at this time.

It happened that at this time a monk named Dayu was knocked away by the wild monster and landed in front of them.

"...I will protect Monk Dayu!!!"

The black shadow had no idea what Tang Zongjian and the others were doing, and didn't care.

"What do you think! You didn't expect that I could use this method to let Bahuang return to the small world ahead of time!" The black shadow stared at Li Yanmo in Bahuang Palace.

But unexpectedly, Li Yanmo didn't even raise his head and was still leisurely.

"...Another trick?! Is it that Sword Immortal? Or something else? Fine—then I'll show you my true abilities!"

The black shadow raised his hand and formed a seal.

Along with a heavy roar, the green mountains and clear waters surrounding the giant tower began to decay, and a long woman's call was heard from it.

Monk Dayu, who was killing the wild monster, felt a chill.

"Hmph—Here is the Yellow Spring, here comes the Meng Po soup!"

A huge broken bowl that seemed to be able to cover the sky and the earth emerged from the void. Soup with a strange fragrance quickly surged up and soon overflowed from the mouth of the bowl.

A Dayu cultivator subconsciously reached out to catch the drop of soup. The next moment, he was shocked to find that his cultivation level had begun to decline, and even his physical strength had declined.

Cang Lei was stunned for a few seconds before recognizing the broken bowl. "Everyone get out of the way! Don't let the soup touch you!"

"That's Meng Po soup. No matter who you are, if you touch it, ten years of your cultivation will be wiped out. If you drink a sip, a hundred years of your cultivation will be wiped out! Even immortals can be turned back into helpless mortals by Meng Po soup!"

Upon hearing that their cultivation would be wiped out, the Dayu monks were thrown into chaos. Zhong Sanyuan subconsciously tried to dodge, but upon hearing that he would be reduced to a powerless mortal, he stopped and turned to look at the broken bowl. A dazzling light shone in his eyes, and the light flashing in the eyes of the saints was even more dazzling.

Their cultivation was too high, and they simply couldn't return to the Foundation Establishment stage to infinitely conjure the Supreme Golden Core. They could only watch helplessly as their fellow apprentices replaced their old friends with the latest and most powerful Supreme Golden Core. They came to the Dao Sect Competition to maintain order.

The black shadow laughed heartily. "I've been accumulating this Mengpo soup for half a million years. Can you possibly hide from it?!"

This was one of the great gifts he presented to Emperor Yu.

The Taoist competition gathers the most top-notch and most promising cultivators in the Taoist sect. If these cultivators are turned back into ordinary people by Mengpo Soup, the overall strength of the Taoist sect will decline, and the reputation of Tianxu Tower as an omnipotent sect will also have a huge flaw!

Can Li Yanmo withstand this kind of table-lifting move?
"Meng Po soup! Fall!"

The broken bowl began to tilt, and thick soup fell out. The monks of Dayu all turned pale, but it was useless. Faced with such a terrifying magic weapon as Mengpo Soup, even they were as powerless as mortals facing natural disasters. They could only pray that they would not be touched by Mengpo Soup.

But at this moment, an angry roar rang out.

"I will protect the Daoist tradition of Dayu!"

I saw a figure rising into the air and heading straight for the falling Mengpo soup.

Many Dayu monks exclaimed in surprise, that man was none other than the Holy Son of Hunyuan Sect!
The shadow sneered.

Mengpo Soup is not just a magic weapon, but a rare treasure created by heaven and earth, which was born out of the rejection of the existence of cultivators by heaven and earth.

The monks could not take it away in a storage bag, nor could they shake it with magic spells!

"I drink!"

The Holy Son of Hunyuan opened his mouth and gulped down a mouthful of Mengpo soup.

He had already reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and his small world already had its prototype. However, after taking a sip of Meng Po Soup, the small world he had condensed was dissolved like dirt, and his Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivation and physical strength began to decline rapidly.

The shadow's eyes twitched fiercely, "You are a good man, but what can you do alone?!"

The black shadow admired the Holy Son of Hunyuan for his selfless sacrifice, but this was just the courage of a common man. Seeing that even a genius of the Holy Son of Hunyuan had his cultivation level destroyed by Mengpo Soup, other cultivators would only be more afraid!
win!
"Holy Son of Hunyuan, I'm here to help you!"

The Holy Son of Xuantian, who had been overtaken, leaped up and opened his mouth to take a bite. As expected, his cultivation level began to decline.

The corner of Heiyan's eye twitched fiercely again, "I didn't expect there are two such heroes, but so what!"

"I'm coming too!"

"I've cultivated all my skills for today!"

"Life is short, live it to the fullest, a mere Mengpo soup!"

The broken bowl was tilting, but not a drop of Meng Po soup fell out. The saints and holy maidens of the super sect went upstream and drank the spilled Meng Po soup.

And their cultivation level also fell from the unrivaled tribulation-crossing and half-step tribulation-crossing strongmen to the fusion stage.

But not only did they not stop, they even squeezed at the edge of the bowl and kept drinking, and some even pushed the people next to them with their hands, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to grab the food.

Although the spirit is admirable, the picture looks like a group of rats fighting over sesame oil.

Zhong Sanyuan and other saints rushed towards the next batch of geniuses, fearing that they would not be able to grab the magical item like Mengpo Soup.

(End of this chapter)