Chapter 283: New Era, New Monsters, New Gods

Pingyuan City, the headquarters of the super chaebol Qin family, has a soft night, and various aircraft shuttle in the sky.

Wang Xuan came, somewhat worried about Chen Yongjie, and came to support him secretly. After all, now there are a large number of descendants of the immortals, and it is hard to say that they have no idea about the conch.

Skyscrapers rise into the sky, one after another, and the city garden is like a large tract of primeval forest, with a large area, accompanied by lakes and rivers. The whole city is modern, full of technology, and has fresh natural scenery.

At night, Wang Xuan came to the hotel not far from the Qin family manor, stood in front of the window, and looked there.

Chen Yongjie said that he had made a deal with the Qin family to extend Qin Hongyuan's life for twenty years. Old Qin agreed decisively at the first time, very happily, and let him go to get the conch that was gradually out of reach.

"I made a deal with the Earth Immortal Spring..." Old Chen informed the details.

Moreover, he reminded Wang Xuan that he could use the Earth Immortal Spring, and the effect of this thing was weakening.

Wang Xuan stood in front of the window, looking at the night sky, holding a cup, and gently drinking the Earth Immortal Spring mixed with extraordinary royal jelly. The effect was indeed a little weak.

If this super substance is not stored in the fragments of the blessed land, it will become ineffective within three days.

Now that the world is correcting errors, all super substances are drying up and decaying, and the Earth Immortal Spring stored in the fragments of the blessed land is also weakening in efficacy.

Wang Xuan felt that in addition to leaving some for his parents and friends, and keeping enough food for himself, he could indeed consider making a deal.

"I didn't expect that the extraordinary would decline so quickly. In a few months, the Earth Immortal Spring will become an ordinary spring water."

The Earth Immortal Spring on him was not a small amount. At the beginning, he took away two squares, about 4,000 kilograms. Although Grandmaster Ma drank a lot and Zhao Qinghan consumed some of it for beauty care, there was still too much left.

After giving part to Lao Chen, plus Wang Xuan's own squandering, it is conservatively estimated that there are still more than 2,500 kilograms in the fragments of the blessed land.

Wang Xuan sighed. He originally wanted to use the Earth Fairy Spring to survive the dry period after the collapse of the myth, but now this wish has failed!

Under the night sky, the Qin family made some noises. A light golden glow rose up, dyeing the void peaceful and sacred. That was the Buddha's light shining everywhere!

Wang Xuan heard it clearly. There were bursts of Zen chanting there. The sound was grand, and golden words flew up, reflecting in the air, illuminating the world.

It was originally dark, but the Qin family's secret library was completely covered by golden Buddha's light.

Wang Xuan looked there. Old Chen's tossing made some noises, but this further explained the horror of the snow-white conch, which was difficult to collect.

Of course, it was not all caused by the conch. The Qin family's secret library was almost all ancient artifacts related to Buddhism. There were a lot of Buddhist artifacts.

The twelve pages of the gold foil Sakyamuni Sutra were also there.

Wang Xuan's pupils glowed with divine light. He saw a winged human flying in the night sky and disappearing into the Qin family. With a whoosh, he drove the flying boat and rushed over in an instant.

Silently, he put away the dark gold flying boat and stepped into the Qin family manor to pay a formal visit.

"Brother Wang!" Qin Hong was quite enthusiastic when he saw him coming uninvited. He called him brother, pulled his arm and invited him in.

Wang Xuan was so disgusting. If he didn't know who he was, it would be fine. The damn Qin Hong despised practitioners and called them warriors behind their backs, but he was so warm in front of others.

In fact, Qin Hong is not so fake now. In the past few days, he has been receiving weasel spirits, tiger spirits, fox spirits, and descendants of immortals. He is really tired. Seeing a normal human, he feels particularly close.

Sure enough, many people came to the secret library. Some of them were aliens at first glance, because the vertical eyes between the eyebrows opened and closed, like lightning.

Some of the aliens have wings and flowing light, which looks quite extraordinary.

More descendants of true immortals and demon immortals are relatively normal, no different from ordinary people, and their clothes and appearance are also very modern, even very fashionable.

At the entrance of the secret library, Lao Chen was wearing a cassock and holding a silver bowl, with outstanding temperament!

He turned the Sakyamuni Sutra, and the whole body was flowing with brilliant golden light. The Buddha's light covered his short hair. This appearance... is definitely a young monk!

Some people are competing with him for treasures. Among them are aliens and humans. They are all very young. They are all chanting scriptures to attract the snow-white conch to themselves.

This is a literary fight, communicating with the conch with spiritual energy, trying to lead it over!

There is no doubt that Lao Chen currently has an absolute advantage. The methods practiced by these people are not compatible with the rune energy emitted by the conch.

Even if someone practices Buddhist scriptures, it is definitely not as good as the Sakyamuni Sutra practiced by Lao Chen, which is the same source as the snow-white conch!

"It's boring, it's so flowery, it doesn't look like what a cultivator would do. Isn't it that fighting is the way to determine the ownership of rare treasures? Mr. Chen, let's fight!"

Some people lost their temper, because the snow-white conch was floating towards Old Chen, getting closer and closer.

This man had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, high cheekbones, and yellow eyebrows. He should be an alien, but he was indeed very energetic and a master.

"Huang Ming, you are not a person with a predestined relationship with Buddha. You haven't practiced Buddhism yet, so you'd better retreat." Old Chen looked solemn, wearing a cassock, and had a kind look.

"Who said that? There is a Yellow Eyebrow Immortal in Journey to the West. Isn't he from Buddhism? You see, I also have yellow eyebrows, so I naturally have a predestined relationship with Buddha." Huang Ming shook his head. No matter how he looked at it, he looked like a weasel.

In fact, he really was. There were descendants of immortals next to him muttering, why are you, a Huang Daxian, pretending to be a Buddhist!

Wang Xuan looked again and again. This guy was quite interesting. He had read Journey to the West thoroughly in just a few days?

He couldn't just stand there and watch. At least there were nearly ten people fighting with Chen Yongjie. If Chen was distracted, the conch might be taken away by others.

Wang Xuan uttered a syllable. Others didn't feel anything, but Huang Ming turned back suddenly, because in his view, a brilliant golden light rushed over and bloomed in front of him. The grand lion roar shook his blood.

He seemed to see a golden lion, roaring and rushing towards him!

This was what Wang Xuan gained from practicing the Sakyamuni Sutra in the inner scene a few days ago. He was familiar with all kinds of secret techniques and could use some of them.

"You want him to stand up for him?" Huang Ming looked over.

Wang Xuan nodded. Chen Yongjie was facing too many people and needed him to share the burden. He also wanted to see how strong these young creatures who crossed over were.

"Are you that Wang Xuan?" Huang Daxian's face changed. Many people among the immortals knew this name, because he caused Huang Kun's camp to suffer a lot of losses.

Especially, the powerful camp finally sent people across the border, but there was no movement. They died unclearly and no sound was heard.

Some people speculated that Wang Xuan had rare treasures!

"We agreed that it was just a physical fight, and treasures could not be used. We should stop when we reach a certain point." Huang Ming said.

People thought Wang Xuan would nod and agree. After all, Huang Daxian was very humble and reasonable.

"This is not good. I am not good at physical fighting. I can only use a weapon." Wang Xuan shook his head.

Everyone was speechless. You are so shameless to say that.

Huang Daxian's hair stood on end. This grandson was going to kill him with a treasure? Just like the creatures who crossed the border earlier.

He felt that if he hadn't said this in advance, he would probably die unclearly!

When the immortals cross the boundary, their bodies will collapse, and only some fragments of their souls can come over, and the same is true for weapons of the same level.

Therefore, this time the immortals sent some descendants over. Because their strength is not high, the old covenant has little impact, and their physical bodies can be retained, but they can't bring powerful treasures, etc.

"I treat people with sincerity, but you don't care!" Huang Ming said.

Wang Xuan was a little dazed. This weasel didn't match his guess and the image in the legend. It was so...sincere? Impossible!

"The conch was exchanged by Chen Yongjie with a divine object. It's wrong for you to fight for it. Besides, is it really fair for you to fight with me? Even if you penetrated the curtain and your Taoism was damaged, you are probably all practitioners close to the realm of free and easy travel." Wang Xuan looked at him.

"If I recover from my injuries and completely restore my body, I will be close to the realm of Xiaoyaoyou. But now my bones are broken and my body is bleeding. My real state is similar to yours..." Huang Ming wanted to continue.

As a result, Wang Xuan was very happy and interrupted him directly, saying, "Okay, come on!"

He had received a secret report from Zhong Cheng. Xiao Zhong learned from the descendants of Liexian that after correcting mistakes in the present world, being close to Xiaoyaoyou is the current ceiling.

However, many people are in a very bad state after crossing the realm.

Huang Daxian was suspicious and thought to himself, why did this grandson turn his face so quickly?

Wang Xuan's hands were itching. Since the other party was now at a similar level to him, he could just weigh the quality of the descendants of Liexian.

Of course, if the other party concealed his strength and wanted to give him a hard time, then I'm sorry, he really had to use the big killer treasure in advance.

The two of them started, without any fancy moves, quite directly, punching against each other.

Wang Xuan did not use the Feathering Fist, which was too conspicuous. He was afraid of being targeted, so he used the physical skills on the stone tablet scriptures that no one could practice.

After the second true form map was unfolded, the colorful secret power in his body flowed and exploded at his fist. The power was really terrifying.

Between heaven and earth, it was like a thunderbolt, which made people's blood boil and their souls throb.

Huang Ming, the demon blood was boiling, and he had no reservations. He didn't dare to be careless. In his opinion, the man in front of him was very dangerous and had killed the soul fragments of immortals.

Boom!

There was a terrifying blood between the two of them, and the grass in the yard was broken, and several hundred-year-old trees exploded on the spot!

"Oh my!" Huang Ming shook his hand. His arm was injured to begin with, and now it was even worse. A large piece of flesh and blood almost fell off.

Wang Xuan was moved. The opponent was only repelled a few steps by him. Huang Daxian was full of blood and energy. If his body recovered, he would definitely be close to the realm of free and easy travel.

He still had to work hard to improve himself and reach the combat power ceiling allowed by the new star as soon as possible!

Many people were surprised. They came from behind the scenes. The resources and cultivation methods they obtained were all given by the immortals. They were extremely powerful.

Even if Huang Ming was not in the right state, he should have been able to crush the same level creatures in the mortal world. As a result, he retreated a few steps.

Many people looked at Wang Xuan with different eyes. No wonder he was remembered by some immortals. He was really special!

"It's interesting. Let me try again!" Huang Ming said. His body was more than a head taller, his cheekbones were more prominent, his teeth were much sharper, and a big tail appeared behind him. Is this half-demonization? His blood and energy surged, and his strength increased a lot!

"Boom!"

He rushed forward, the boiling demon blood increased his strength, and the powerful force field pulled the hundreds of kilograms of strange stones in the yard to float up.

"Enough Huang Ming, it's just a sparring match, what's the matter, you're about to turn into a demon." Someone spoke and quickly made a move.

It was a fashionable man, wearing red pants, a colorful patterned T-shirt, and a famous watch on his wrist. The watch chain was made of solar gold. This man was indeed quite handsome, with three-dimensional features, a natural silver hair, and bright eyes.

He stretched out an index finger, accompanied by a sonic boom, and the hundreds of kilograms of strange stones around shook and flew away.

Bang!

He pressed a finger against Huang Ming's fist, causing Huang Ming to fly backwards six or seven meters as if struck by lightning.

Huang Ming's fist was bleeding, and he quickly swung his arm, and the whole arm seemed to explode.

"Xiaoyaoyou?" Wang Xuan was moved. This young silver-haired man was a great master!

"No, I'm still far away. I'm also injured." The man smiled and introduced himself as Kong Yun.

He came from the demon tribe, but he was qualified to compete for the snow-white conch because the tribe had a close relationship with Buddhism. According to legend, there was a peacock that was the mother of Buddha.

"Brother Kong." Huang Ming came over and apologized to Wang Xuan, saying, "I'm sorry. For a moment, I was competitive and obsessed. I shouldn't have done that."

Wang Xuan was surprised. Why were the demons he saw different from what he imagined?

Huang Daxian shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying, "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, okay? The historical background of our ancestors' lives was different from now. Back then, they had to fight bloody battles and compete. Due to the general environment, they seemed to have a bad reputation. But, we are similar to you in bringing new people, okay? In fact, we hate bloody fights."

Wang Xuan looked at him and really... didn't believe it. Is this reliable?

"Actually, I like this modern society very much. Zhou Yun and I also know each other and we hit it off right away. He said he would invite me to go to sea and to spaceships in outer space. This kind of life is more suitable for me. Let's go together then?"

Fashionable man Kong Yun sighed, with some unwillingness on his handsome face, and said: "Forget it, I won't fight with Mr. Chen. This conch seems to recognize him, and there are runes blended with him. I can't get it even if I try to rob it, and I'm afraid I will be killed by the Sakya conch."

Huang Ming admired Kong Yun very much and told Wang Xuan that this person behind the scenes was also a relatively famous figure among the younger generation, and his strength was terrifying.

Kong Yun introduced the people present to Wang Xuan. They were either descendants of the demon clan or descendants of the real immortals. The atmosphere was harmonious and there was no posture of life and death fighting.

Wang Xuan showed a strange look. In the new era, the descendants of these demon immortals and true immortals are different from what he imagined. They are interested in technology, admire warships, and like modern food and culture...

Until a bloody figure appeared and someone recognized his identity, Wang Xuan's face changed and he was murderous.

"Chi Meng?!" Wang Xuan stared at him. Is this the person who bombarded him with a warship and left a mark on him? He was not dead a few days ago?

"Who are you?" The true immortal from the Dark Blood Sect, Chi Meng, was now very disabled. The fragments of his soul were nourished by the blood and qi emitted by his true bones. He looked at him in confusion.