Necropolis Immortal Chapter 139: You are not as good as him

lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the fairy tomb!

This day has finally arrived.

Re-elect Xuanzhou Mu!

Xuanzhou is just a remote village in Langxietian, where immortals are rare, and the god-level cultivators here are the giants of the top, and even the mortals here are much more than those in other places in the immortal world.

Even the immortals of Langxietian almost forgot that there was such a place as Xuanzhou.

Originally, Xuanzhou's re-election of Xuanzhou Mu was just a big thing, like a small stone thrown into the endless ocean without splashing any water.

But today, this little pebble has set off a great wave in the entire fairy world, shaking the heavens.

The eyes of countless great forces in the fairy world have concentrated here, closely watching the election of Xuanzhou Mu.

……

Thirty miles away from the city of Xuanzhou, the brilliance of the Yindan platform is flowing, and it looks like a treasure*.

Above the Yindan Platform, Qing Han's body is floating quietly.

He has restored the appearance of the personable, turbid, sturdy boy with red lips and white teeth.

Qing Han's hand, the Heavenly Emperor Ling Yin exudes a heavy breath like a mountain, blessing it on his body, as if the Heavenly Emperor personally came.

Countless immortals and cultivators gathered around the Yindantai, and they all represented the powers of the heavens in the immortal world. It can be said that this time, at least half of the geniuses in the four immortal seas in the nine heavens and ten places of the immortal world have gathered here.

The inheritance of ancient heavenly kings is not trivial.

Even this time, the major forces have reached a tacit agreement, whether it is to win a hundred consecutive victories in this battle, then it is up to him to open the inheritance of the heavenly kings and accept the inheritance of the ancient heavenly kings.

This is a great event.

More than half of the genius cultivators in the immortal world gathered here to compete for a hundred consecutive victories, but this has been unprecedented in the past 100,000 years.

Even the thoughts of many geniuses here are not to compete for the inheritance of some ancient heavenly kings, they just want to compete with the geniuses of all parties in the fairy world.

……

"Tsk tusk, Xiaohan has a good life!"

In a certain corner of the crowd, a lazy young man, as if boneless, was lying on a recliner. Beside him, two charming female fairies were squeezing. Holding his shoulder.

"At the beginning, I just stole a token from the emperor, but didn’t want the emperor to actually recognize his identity as an emissary of the emperor. Good luck, good luck."

"Being able to host such a grand event is nothing short of a glorious ancestor. Your Qing clan’s ancestral grave is full of green smoke."

The young man looked at the figure floating in the air and said with a smile.

"stolen it? Didn't you say that the immortal emperor gave it to you before the retreat?"

Beside this young man, a tall, handsome and extraordinary man with eyes widened, he looked at the lazy young man with incredible, "Chen Xiao, don't scare me!"

"No doubt, are you stupid?"

Chen Xiao looked at the tall young man in surprise, "If I didn't say that the emperor gave me, do you think Xiaohan would receive the seal? And what about stealing a token from the emperor, he can take it What about me?"

Chen Xiao hummed.

Qing has no doubts embarrassed.

"The fellow Zhao Changkong is here too, I hope he won't do anything asshole."

Suddenly, a murderous look appeared on Chen Xiao's face, "Thousands of years ago, the monster that was sealed on the Altar of Water was released by him...it's a jerk!"

Qing Busu's face was also slightly solemn, he nodded slowly, but said nothing.

He had already seen Zhao Changkong, who was sitting on the high platform, who was invincible.

After this incident, Langxie Tiandi Zhao Fengyang will formally abdicate, and Zhao Changkong will become Langxietian's new prince.

At that time... I am afraid that Langxietian will be in chaos.

This time, although the emissary Qing Han presided over this re-election, Zhao Changkong still came, and his meaning was self-evident.

It won't be long before he will be the future master of Langxietian. How can Langxietian be without him when such a grand event appears.

……

"It's time!"

Suddenly, Qing Han above the air opened his eyes. His voice was clear and sounded weak, but it was full of majesty.

"Please Xuanzhou Mu!"

The next moment, Lu Yun walked out of the crowd wearing an official robe, he jumped and landed on the Yindan platform.

After that, a cyan light flashed.

The original cultivation base of Lu Yun's peak in the Yuan Dan realm was instantly sealed and landed on the Golden Dan realm.

"It's amazing."

Lu Yun stretched out his hand and waved it lightly, "If it weren’t for knowing that I came to the Yindan platform and was sealed by the Yindan platform, I’m afraid I would be scared to death."

Now Lu Yun's cultivation is only in the Golden Core Realm. Seeing the slightest sealed state, it seems that his cultivation should have been in the Golden Core Realm.

Then, Lu Yun gently took off his official robe, revealing a strong black suit.

"Above the Indan platform, life or death is irrelevant."

Qing Han's figure drifted down slowly, reaching a high platform, and his voice resounded through Xuanzhou City, "Giving up, dying, coma, falling out of the Indan platform, it is a failure. If someone completes a hundred consecutive victories , The skill to suppress the immortal world is the new Xuanzhou Mu, you can use the Xuanzhou seal to lead out the sword tower!"

"If there is no one hundred consecutive victories, then the one with the highest consecutive victories will be the final winner."

The sword tower is the treasure of the heavenly king, and his inheritance is also in the sword tower.

"In this battle, there is no limit to the number of places, no order, and anyone who thinks he has the strength can go to the Indantai, but if anyone dares to collude with fraud... in the name of the nine heavenly emperors, kill."

Qing Han's word'kill' instantly resonated with the world.

Everyone was awe-inspiring, they knew that the Nine Great Heavenly Emperors were also paying attention here, but they didn't show up.

"Start now."

Qing Han's voice fell, and there was a surge in the crowd.

"Who will come first?"

Indantai is four square meters, about one hundred meters in radius, surrounded by a green curtain of light.

The inside of the light curtain falls within the scope of the Indantai, and if it falls outside the light curtain, it is considered a failure.

Lu Yun stood in the center of the Yindan Terrace, looked around the immortal cultivator below, and said slowly.

But many cultivators look at me, I look at you, it seems that no one wants to be such a bird.

Although this Xuanzhou Mu is a waste in the rumors, a few days ago, he was able to talk to Xuanzhou Taboo, and his strength should not be underestimated.

"It's just a waste of Xuanzhou, I will come first."

Suddenly, there was a long roar from the crowd.

Then, a figure lightly landed on the Indan Terrace.

This is a teenager who looks seventeen or eighteen, with a hint of childishness on his face.

"Langxie Tianfeng Clan, Feng Yin."

Your name on the Youth Daily.

"Feng Yin? Feng Li's younger brother?"

Lu Yun looked under the Yindan Terrace, where the Feng Clan was. Feng Li was the prince's messenger. His status here was not low, so he was surrounded in the center.

Feng Li noticed that Lu Yun looked at him, twisted his body uncomfortably, and then nodded.

When Fengli first saw Lu Yun, Lu Yun was still an ant in the air. Unexpectedly, what he said, in half a year, Lu Yun's cultivation level actually reached the pill stage, and he was qualified to go to the Indian pill platform.

"Fengli? That waste? Also worthy of being my brother?"

Feng Yin sneered.

Feng Yin's voice spread everywhere, and everyone who knew Feng Li turned their eyes to Feng Li. Feng Li's face was full of embarrassment and embarrassment.

Feng Yin is one of the geniuses of the young generation of the Feng clan, and can be compared with Qing Hongchen of the Qing family and Lu Yuanhou of the Lu clan.

Of course, both Qing Hongchen and Lu Yuanhou are dead.

Feng Li is just a dude who eats and waits to die, even if Feng Yin said to him like this, he wouldn't dare to talk back.

"You are worse than Fengli."

Lu Yun shook his head slightly.

"What did you say!?"

When Feng Yin heard Lu Yun's words, he was furious, "You said I'm not as good as Feng Li that waste?"

"I have dealt with Fengli, maybe his talent is not as good as you, but in general, you are far worse than him."

Fengli below, his expression became a little complicated.

Langxietian Prince Zhao Changkong watched Lu Yun with great interest.

"No wonder my father chose him to help me. His eyesight... is really not bad."

Zhao Changkong smiled slightly, Feng Li is also the person he values.

"Asshole!"

Huh!

Feng Yin shouted angrily, and his figure suddenly disappeared above the Yindan platform.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing, and countless sword shadows suddenly appeared beside Lu Yun and surrounded him.