C1696 Strange!
Suddenly, as if he had experienced something terrible, he stopped abruptly.
"That's not right. How could my skyline deduction technique not even allow a peak Soul Formation Stage cultivator to see a corner?" Xing Wuya was shocked.
"Could it be that this person is involved in the Immortal Dao level?"
"Impossible! If he is involved in the Immortal Dao Domain, how could he not activate the Immortal Execution Formation?"
Xing Wuya felt extremely confused. He muttered to himself, but he still didn't give up and continued to deduce, but the results were exactly the same.
At this moment, the demonic figure appeared. It opened its Mutated Heavenly Eye and shot out two rays of dim light. A blurry scene appeared.
But very quickly, that scene was covered by a layer of chaos, and nothing could be seen through.
The Mutated Heavenly Eye was extremely powerful, but it was only a little bit more than Xing Wuya's.
"Your Honor, this person is strange, I'm afraid he's involved in the Immortal Dao Domain." The demonic figure was also shocked.
Su Bai was also puzzled. True Immortal level beings were not allowed to appear in the Domain of Culmination.
However, through the Eye of Thunder, he could see that the Second Prince, Li Chenhe, was emitting a trace of the Law of Immortal Dao.
Although it was only a faint trace, it was already shocking enough.
And he also saw that Li Chenhe's divine soul was different from ordinary people. There was an indescribable strangeness, moreover extremely powerful.
This clearly did not conform to common sense. No matter how outstanding Li Chenhe's talent was, the strength of his divine soul could not possibly be stronger than him and Grand Yin Sect Master.
One must know that the cultivators of the Immortal Dao Domain and the cultivators at the limits of humanity were not on the same level at all. One was in the sky, the other in the earth.
Even the weakest ruined immortal could easily kill any expert at the limits of the Human Dao with a single finger.
"This person is indeed strange, everyone must pay more attention." Su Bai closed his Thunder Eye.
While everyone was discussing, the Dao Discussion had already begun.
After Li Chentian announced the rules, a large group of cultivators from different domains rushed forward.
Most of them were at the early stage of the Soul Formation Stage, and some were even below the Soul Formation Stage.
They weren't fighting for the last strand of immortal light. Instead, they were trying their best to show off their talents to attract the attention of the eight major powers and a few sects with deep foundations.
After that, they would be able to enter these sects and cultivate successfully. In this way, their cultivation path would be twice the result with half the effort.
Dazzling spells flew everywhere, layer by layer of light shooting into the sky.
The dense crowd of cultivators engaged in a chaotic battle. Each of them did everything they could to display their most powerful techniques and display their own abilities.
Meanwhile, the geniuses of the eight great factions didn't even look at the cultivators in the chaotic battle. It was as if they were all ants in their eyes.
About an hour later, more than half of the cultivators were gone. The remaining cultivators were still in the chaotic battle.
Suddenly, the number one genius of the Southern Ridge Flying Immortal Sect, Fei Wuji, couldn't hold it in anymore. He turned into a streak of light and quickly rushed down the arena.
"This kind of chaotic battle is too boring. A group of trash displaying themselves there makes people annoyed."
Flying Immortal Sect's Fei Wuji. Wuji's words couldn't be said to not be arrogant, extremely making others feel uncomfortable.
The cultivators who were still using their full strength were stunned. They glared at Fei Wuji, but none of them dared to make a move.
After all, the geniuses among them were not on the same level as the geniuses from the Eight Great Factions.
"Although we are only rogue cultivators, aren't you humiliating us too much?" In the end, a cultivator could not help but shout at Fei Wuji.
"Noisy!" Fei Wuji looked at the man and pointed at him from the sky. In the blink of an eye, a ray of light shot toward the man.
The man was only in the middle stage of the Soul Formation Stage. How could he block Fei Wuji's attack? With just a finger, the man was pierced through and sent flying.
This action aroused the displeasure of many cultivators that had rushed over to participate in the Dao Discussion, and they condemned Fei Wuji for being too arrogant and overbearing.
"A group of trash dares to encroach on the Immortal Light!" Fei Wuji was extremely arrogant, and he unreservedly released the aura of a peak Soul Formation Stage cultivator.
Most of the cultivators on the stage were between the initial stage and the middle stage of the Soul Formation Stage. They could not resist Fei Wuji's aura at all.
Although Fei Wuji's action was a direct insult, many of the cultivators could only stay angry and not say anything.
Faced with the magical energy sweeping down from the front, many of the cultivators were sent flying before they even came into contact with it.
If it wasn't for the unwritten rule of the Dao Discussion, they couldn't kill him.
Fei Wuji might have killed these rogue cultivators from all over the four great domains long ago.
In next to no time, the enormous arena was completely empty. All the cultivators were afraid of Fei Wuji, and they could only return resentfully.
Even though the Dao Discussion had a rule that forbade killing, it didn't mean that it was impossible to injure someone.
These rogue cultivators were all from some small sects in the Culmination Star Region, and their resources were limited.
It wasn't easy to nurture a Soul Formation Stage cultivator like them. If their soul was injured, they wouldn't have much resources to heal it.
And if their soul was injured and unable to heal, it meant that they would never be able to progress in their lives.
"The Dao Discussion is the stage for geniuses. Don't waste your time here!" Fei Wuji's aura was released, and it shook the entire scene as he looked at the other seven great powers in the sky.
"Fei Wuji, aren't you being too arrogant? I'll teach you a lesson!" The first one who could not stand Fei Wuji's arrogance was Young Lord of the Beiyuan Feng Family, Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang shouted loudly. His entire body was glowing as he took a step forward.
"Feng Qingyang, it is rumored that you have already cultivated the Feng Family's ultimate technique, the Art of Longevity, to the seventh level. Today, I will try and see how long you can live!" Fei Wuji laughed coldly, and then he formed a seal with his hands.
Streams of Fairy Realm power flew out. The pure white light shook the space. It was like a dream. It was both real and fake. It was extremely shocking.
Everyone was dumbstruck. They looked at this scene in shock.
The Southern Ridge Flying Immortal Sect had sent out true immortals, but that was in the distant past.
And the Flying Immortal Art was precisely the supreme technique left behind by that immortal.
Facing the killing power of the Flying Immortal Art, Feng Qingyang didn't dare to be careless.
With a light shout, his entire body was surrounded by yellow marks.
This imprint seemed to have a life of its own, revolving around him, firmly protecting him within.
The yellow radiance emitted a powerful life force. This was the Longevity Art.
When cultivated to the limit, one could live as long as heaven and earth, the sun and moon shining at the same time.
The Beiyuan Wind Family was not known for their attacks. They were only known for their long life.
After all, in the path of cultivation, one's essence was to obtain endless life.2
"How can a mere long life technique stop my power of ascension!" Fei Wuji laughed coldly and looked at Feng Qingyang with disdain.
He controlled the Fairy Realm power to turn into a sharp sword and slashed at Feng Qingyang from the sky.
The sharp sword streaked across the sky, exuding a supreme killing power. Its aura was intimidating.
- The content came from [Micoo Reading].
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