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Chapter 276 Hehuan Sect

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

"Ding——" A melodious and deep bell sounded. Luo Shan came out of the room and met Ling Wanran who had just walked out of the room.

There were not many disciples from Bodhi Temple going to the Immortal Realm this time. A rough glance showed that there were only a few hundred people.

Luo Shan and Ling Wanran stood out among the group of monks.

A huge golden bowl was turned upside down on the heads of these monks. Luo Shan only felt a flash before his eyes, and then he and the monks fell into the enlarged golden bowl.

An old monk with white hair and beard held a pestle in one hand and a golden bowl in the other, with red sandalwood Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

"Amitabha." After saying this, a transparent barrier appeared on the golden bowl, and the scene changed immediately. Almost in an instant, it appeared in Yuancheng, Ningxia.

He was surrounded by golden light, and the monks in the city seemed to be unable to see him.

The old monk stepped into the teleportation array and revealed his figure.

The Yuanying Zhenjun who was guarding the teleportation array opened his eyes and saluted the old monk respectfully.

"Friend Luo and Friend Ling, there is no need to panic. This is the magic weapon of Master Yuanzhen. When we reach the underworld, Master Yuanzhen will let us out." Kong Jue walked up to Luo Shan and the other man and said.

"Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist." Luo Shan nodded. Although she didn't know what level of cultivation Master Yuan Zhen had reached, based on her knowledge of cultivation, he should not be a Divine Transformation Master.

Above the state of transformation of the spirit is Mahayana, and above Mahayana is transcendence of tribulation. It seems that this Master Yuanzhen is either a Mahayana supreme or a tribulation transcendent.

Outside the Immortal Realm, millions of cultivators gathered here. For the forces or individual cultivators who did not get a place in the Immortal Realm, the 20,000 places reserved after the people of the major forces entered the Immortal Realm were also a hotly contested one.

After all, the Fairyland is a secret realm left behind by the immortals, and it contains innumerable treasures and resources. If one can obtain a trace of immortal fate, one can imagine his future immortal path.

"Kunlun is actually led by Hewang Xianzun?"

"The people coming from Shushan are also immortals, as well as the Taiji Sect. Could it be that an immortal treasure has appeared in the Immortal Spirit Realm this time?"

The three immortals nodded in mid-air as a greeting, and then each of them occupied a hilltop. With a wave of their hands, the cultivators from the three sects who wanted to enter the immortal realm appeared.

After the three of them settled their disciples, they moved directly into the air as if they were walking on flat ground. Opposite them was the entrance to the fairyland.

A middle-aged male cultivator in a Taoist robe sat cross-legged in mid-air. With a wave of his hand, a chessboard appeared in front of him, with a white cloud on each of the four sides of the chessboard.

“My fellow Taoists, please come in.” The Taiji Sect’s Immortal Lord sat down on one side and followed the two of them.

"No hurry, there are still people who haven't arrived yet." He Wang looked towards the north. As soon as he finished speaking, a staggering monk, leaning on a demon-subduing pestle and holding a golden bowl with his fingers, walked slowly.

If he walked on the street like this, people would definitely think he was an old man who was about to die. But this monk was leaning on a crutch, and although he walked unsteadily, the ground under his feet was nothing.

"Amitabha, I am a step late." Master Yuanzhen looked at the three people's faces, threw the golden bowl to an empty hilltop, and then said to the three people.

"Hey, female cultivator, when did your Bodhi Temple start accepting female disciples?" The Immortal Master Hewang saw Luo San and Ling Wanran in the golden bowl with his sharp eyes, and joked.

"The two donors have some connection with our temple." Yuan Zhen did not explain, but just stroked his beard and looked at the chessboard beside him.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanzhen, please go in. Let's finish this game and then we can discuss other things." This time, these old guys who haven't appeared in public for many years came out to stretch their muscles, and of course it was not to lead the team.

"Amitabha, yes." After Yuan Zhen finished chanting the Buddha's name, he sat down.

After Luo Shan came out of the golden bowl, it took him a long time to calm down. He first looked around and found Ling Wanran, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Being inside the golden bowl, he was unable to use his spiritual power and spiritual awareness, so when he was thrown out, he was unable to use them for a while and almost fell headfirst onto the ground.

"Kongjue." A female cultivator from another mountain peak, riding on a red lotus, flew to the monks of Bodhi Temple and accurately saw Kongjue among the group of bald monks.

"Amitabha, Fellow Daoist Hongling, how are you?" Kongjue clasped his hands together, and everything in front of him was calm.

Unlike Kong who felt calm, the other Jindan in Bodhi Temple all had gloomy faces.

"Oh, you have female cultivators in Bodhi Temple." Seeing Luo Shan and Ling Wanran, the female cultivator in the gauze skirt laughed out loud.

"Fellow Daoist Hongling, this is a guest of my Pugong Temple." Kongjue's expression remained unchanged, as if he did not understand the meaning of Hongling's words.

"Guest, our Hehuan Sect also entertains guests. Little Master Kongjue, please come to visit my Hehuan Sect when you have time." Hongling raised her eyes seductively and slowly walked towards Kongjue.

A strange fragrance filled the air, and Luo Shan admired the slender white long legs of the incomparably beautiful woman, which were slightly exposed as she walked.

"Fellow Daoist Hongling, what's the matter with you looking for me?" Ignoring Luo San's eagerness to watch the show and the anger of his fellow disciples, Kong Jue looked straight at Hongling. His peach blossom eyes, which should have been full of affection, did not contain any desire.

"Kongjue, I hate you for being a piece of wood." Hongling gnashed her teeth and looked at the monks behind Kongjue who were all looking at her. Her beautiful eyes raised and a blush appeared on her face. Her beautiful eyes moved:

"My fellow Taoists, why are you looking at me like this?"

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

The monks turned their eyes away. Although they wanted to scold the female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, they could only say "Amitabha".

"Boring." Hong Ling rolled her eyes at the monks and walked to Luo Shan, twisting her waist.

"My two Taoist friends, I am Hong Ling from the He Huan Sect, and I would like to make friends with you."

"Luo Shan, a casual cultivator." Luo Shan's tone wasn't warm, but it wasn't cold either.

"Ling Wanran is also a casual cultivator." Ling Wanran followed.

"It turns out that they are two genius independent cultivators." Hong Ling said.

"Fairy Hongling is joking." Luo Shan said with a faint smile.

"Fellow Daoist Ling and I are just ordinary casual cultivators, and we are not worthy of the title of genius."

"Fellow Daoist Luo, don't underestimate yourself. At such a young age, you are already in the middle stage of the Golden Core. How can you not be worthy of the title of genius?" Hong Ling said meaningfully.

This face is really too young. Her current bone age is 120 years, and she has just cultivated to the late Jindan stage. But this Luo Shan’s bone age is only 60 years, and he is already in the middle Jindan stage.

Thinking of this, Hongling glanced at Kongjue. This Buddhist disciple only appears once every thousand years in Bodhi Temple. His bone age is just over sixty and he is already in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir.

A casual cultivator, with such talent, but only thinks he is a casual cultivator...

Hongling wouldn't believe it.

Luo Shan chuckled and was about to say something, but saw Hong Ling's expression change slightly, and she looked at a sword cultivator who was flying over from a distance:

"Fellow Daoist Luo, Fellow Daoist Ling, Fellow Daoist Kongjue, we will meet again in the secret realm if we are destined to do so."

After saying that, Yuqi Hongling flew away.

A flying sword came directly through the air, and Hongling wrapped the female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect to block the sword.

Hong Ling's delicate voice came from inside:

"Sima Xun, I'll remember this sword."

"I've said before, Hongling, that whenever I meet someone from the Hehuan Sect, I'll kill them every time I see them." Sima Xun said with a cold face, and recalled the flying sword.

"Amitabha." Kong Jue saw that a fight was about to break out, so he had no choice but to take action.

Now that all the sects are here, he naturally cannot let the disciples of the Hehuan Sect and Shushan fight in his Bodhi Temple.

A golden palm print appeared in front of Kong Jue. He stretched out his hand and pushed it, and the palm print directly separated the two people.

Seeing this, Hongling breathed a sigh of relief and drove Hongling back to the Hehuan Sect quickly.