Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

The battlefield of all worlds.

Among the desolate mountains, Chu Zheng, dressed in gray, sat on the ground, looking at the spiritual jade book in his hand that was gradually dimming, his brows slowly frowned.

This spiritual jade book is made of his golden body. Once it is damaged, he will know it instantly.

He didn't need to think too much to understand why Song Lingxue destroyed the message directly after she delivered it. It was because she didn't want to implicate him.

It was beyond his expectation that his entry into the realm of True Immortal would actually alarm the Immortal Alliance.

Come to think of it, there are already means of observing destiny within the Immortal Alliance, but I never thought it could be so accurate.

After pondering for a while, Chu Zheng put away the jade book in his hand, stood up and walked out of the mountains.

There was a faint sweet fragrance between heaven and earth, which came from the blood of the strong men of all races.

Countless suns hung in the sky, some far and some near, illuminating the entire sky.

Not all of these suns are burning stars in the universe. A considerable number of them are slowly moving around. This is the manifestation of the strong people's own aura.

The battlefield of all realms has its own realm of time and space, which can be roughly divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower.

This is to distinguish the battlefield and avoid unnecessary accidental injuries.

The aftermath of the battle between the strongest men is so strong that even a True Immortal could not withstand it, let alone the cultivators below the level of a True Immortal.

Although everyone on the battlefield was fighting for their lives, most of the fights were between monks of similar strength.

It is allowed to bully the weak, but not too much. This is the tacit rule of all Taoist traditions.

Once a living being sets a precedent and breaks the bottom line, all it gets in return is endless backlash and bloody revenge at all costs, which is a lose-lose situation.

The most crucial thing is that the death of a large number of low-level cultivators is likely to lead to drastic changes in the fortune of their sects, and unpredictable things will happen, such as the arrival of the Son of Destiny.

Heaven's destiny has spirits. In order to protect itself, it will concentrate the part of Heaven's destiny recovered from the death of a large number of monks on a certain creature. This is very likely to give birth to an uncontrollable monster.

Therefore, the core of the Dao struggle is always from top to bottom. First, kill the Dao Ancestor, and then kill most of the top powerhouses with the force of thunder, and completely devour his destiny before the next Dao Ancestor grows up.

The luck of heaven has dissipated, and there is no door to the eighth level. Even if there are occasional fish that slip through the net, they will not be able to achieve anything. After thousands or tens of thousands of years, the Taoist tradition will naturally die out and no trace will remain.

Chu Zheng is now in the lower realm. Generally, only strong men of the third level of the eighth level will linger here. Immortal Lords and even Immortal Kings rarely set foot here. Most of the creatures active here have cultivation levels below the eighth level.

The middle realm is the main battlefield for eighth-level creatures.

As for the upper realm, that is the activity area for ninth-order strongmen.

However, the problem is that this is a battlefield. Although he has the ability to fake his form to protect himself, no matter whether he presents himself as an immortal monk or a Qi cultivator, trouble will come and there is no way to avoid it.

As Chu Zheng looked around, a big sun approached quietly, stopped above his head, and a human figure appeared.

A man in his thirties stood in the air, his long hair draped over his shoulders, his whole body bathed in the blazing divine light, holding an ancient war spear, wearing armor, with an indifferent expression.

He has a third eye on his forehead, which flashes with brilliant golden light and seems to be able to see through everything.

[Qi Yun (Eighth Rank): Bone age is 7,849, he practices the Eight-Gate Heaven Lock Dao, he was born with all nine orifices connected, and his body has eight gates open, he has entered the second level of the Eighth Rank, and has unfathomable powers.]

It is the Taoist tradition among all realms, and its bone age is less than ten thousand years, which is quite young.

Looking at the message sent back by the spiritual eye, Chu Zheng took a deep breath, turned around and left without any hesitation, using his great magical power to shrink the ground into an inch and fled madly.

With just an eye contact, he realized the terrifying side of the person in front of him. The energy fluctuations in his body were dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than his own, comparable to a true immortal who had reached the second calamity.

Chu Zheng has only passed the Wood Tribulation now. Although he gained great benefits from the tribulation and broke through two small realms in his cultivation, entering the late stage of the First Tribulation True Immortal, it is still far behind the Second Tribulation.

Once you step into the threshold of True Immortal, the gap between each realm is as huge as the abyss of heaven and earth. The Qi Yun in front of him already possesses the ability to swallow the stars and the sun in the true sense.

Before he survived the fire, even with the repair panel, he would never be able to defeat it.

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Just a few days after learning that Chu Zheng had entered the realm of True Immortal, Song Lingxue received news about the Immortal Alliance again.

As Xie Xingzhong expected, the Immortal Alliance sent a special envoy to get some clues about Chu Zheng from Song Lingxue.

The attitude expressed by the Immortal Alliance was that they had no ill will towards Chu Zheng, but instead wanted to lure him into the Immortal Alliance and hoped that Song Lingxue could act as a go-between.

Song Lingxue was naturally not stupid enough to believe this. However, before she could figure out how to deal with the envoys sent by the Immortal Alliance, the Martial Palace had already expressed its position.

Fu Pinglan, one of the deputy hall masters of the Martial Hall and a powerful person who had entered the ancestral realm for many years, personally came forward and sent the Immortal Alliance's envoy back on the grounds that Song Lingxue was in seclusion for cultivation.

Song Lingxue thought she would be summoned again, and waited for a long time, but there was no movement.

This action, on the contrary, made Song Lingxue feel a little uneasy. She didn't think her weight was important enough to cause a conflict between the Immortal Alliance and the Martial Palace.

The Martial Palace prevented the Immortal Alliance from seeing her, presumably because it did not want the Immortal Alliance to get any clues about Chu Zheng from her. What was the purpose of this move?

Feeling uneasy, Song Lingxue could only speed up her previous plan and submitted an application to the Martial Palace to go to the battlefield of all worlds.

Shortly after she submitted her application, the Martial Palace responded quickly and sent several powerful men to accompany her.

When Song Lingxue saw the people traveling with her, a chill ran up from her spine to her head.

The Martial Hall sent out seven people, led by a great sage and accompanied by six saints.

With such a powerful lineup, it is more than enough to kill even an Immortal Lord.

There is no need to mobilize such a large force to send her to the battlefield of all realms. It is obvious that there is another purpose.

But at this moment, Song Lingxue no longer had the room to refuse and could only set off.

Not long after the group set off, a stream of light came from the sky, moved unhindered, and stepped onto a floating island deep in the martial arts hall.

The floating island is very desolate, with only a large palace. Every brick and stone building the palace sparkles with starlight and is filled with auspicious colors.

The light faded away, revealing a burly figure who strode into the hall.

The hall was empty, and there was a figure sitting cross-legged. He was wearing a green martial arts robe and looked to be in his early teens, still a child.

The burly man knelt on one knee, his brows showing an unconcealed worry: "Palace Master, Bi Yue has already set off, and will enter the Ten Thousand Worlds Battlefield tomorrow."

Fu Pinglan slowly opened his eyes, his eye sockets were empty and no eyeballs were visible.

"knew."

The slightly hoarse voice echoed in the hall, revealing a hint of fatigue.

The burly man responded, looking a little hesitant.

Fu Pinglan's nose twitched, and he frowned, a little impatient: "Ask if you have anything to say."

"Forgive me for being so nosy." The burly man breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"What is the origin of this Chu Zheng? Is he worthy of you sending back the Immortal Alliance's envoy and even personally arranging for someone to kill him?"

"Martial Ancestor has noticed the movements of Immortal Ancestor. Immortal Ancestor personally reversed time and space because of Chu Zheng. Chu Zheng's importance to the Immortal Alliance is far beyond your imagination. No matter what the Immortal Alliance wants to do, kill Chu Zheng first."

"What about Song Lingxue..."

Seeing Fu Pinglan frowning, the burly man's heart skipped a beat and he kowtowed, "I heard that she seemed to have been summoned by the Palace Master and even allowed by the Martial Ancestor to enter the Ancient Preaching Road, so..."

"Martial Ancestor has predicted her future and found that she only reached the Mythical Realm. She has not even touched the threshold of the Ancestral Realm. There is no need to worry too much about it."

Fu Pinglan's frown slowly relaxed, his expression indifferent:

"Send a message to You Biyue, hurry up, I want to hear Chu Zheng's name removed from the Immortal List before the Dao War officially begins."

"promise."

The burly man nodded repeatedly, then stood up and left.

As he was about to leave the hall, Fu Pinglan's cold whisper suddenly rang in his ears:

"Just this once."

In an instant, the burly man was sweating profusely. He didn't dare to look back. In a flash, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared among the layers of sea of ​​stars.