Tempered Immortal

Chapter 449
Naturally, Lin Xuan had never seen Hunyuan Patriarch, but this person was by no means the legendary Nascent Soul Stage old monster. He could be sure of this, for no other reason. Among them is the supernatural power of seeing through the disguise.

Get rid of illusions and blindfolds!

The old man in front of him seemed to be transformed by someone using spells.

Although Lin Xuan has limited skills and cannot see through his true face, he only needs to know that someone is impersonating him.

What happened, where is Hunyuan Patriarch?

Lin Xuan faintly felt that something was wrong, and it seemed that leaving immediately was the right choice, but seeing that the elixir was about to be obtained, if he gave up, he would regret it for the rest of his life, even if it was a gamble, he had to take a chance at this time.

"Master, this witchcraft conference has been successfully concluded. All the disciples who entered the top twelve are here. They come from nine tribes." The old man surnamed Ye took a step forward and spoke respectfully.

The other two Dzogchen masters, Yunfeng and the middle-aged woman, also dared not show their arrogance.

"En." Hunyuan Patriarch nodded, his eyes swept over the faces of the twelve young wizards one by one, everyone was extremely excited, and Lin Xuan was the same, but naturally he sneered in his heart.

The rest is simple, there have been countless witchcraft conferences in the past million years, so everyone knows exactly what to do.

Burning incense, offering sacrifices to ancestors, and a series of extremely complicated rituals took two full hours before they finally ended.

Lin Xuan was naturally already impatient, but he could only hold back.

"Okay, you all come up and get the elixir." Hunyuan Patriarch said lightly with his eyes half-opened and half-closed.

The young wizards who have entered the top twelve are all overjoyed. For them, the panacea is a secondary thing. After all, they can't use it anymore. What is really tempting is to pay homage to the Hunyuan ancestor.

This is not only an honor, but 200 years ago, in the same witchcraft competition, a young wizard from a small tribe who won No.

It is not surprising that the one who won the top position did not have this treatment. The so-called chance, the ancestors valued talent. From the perspective of spiritual roots, No.3 is better, but there is no famous teacher, and there is also a lack of handy spiritual weapons.

And after worshiping the ancestor as his teacher, he is like a dragon ascending to heaven, making rapid progress and out of control. Now he is a wizard in the core congealing stage, and he is still quite famous among his peers.

If you can also be favored by the ancestor, let alone a disciple, even if it is just a registered one, the benefits are too numerous to enumerate!

The eyes of these young people were extremely eager, and Lin Xuan naturally noticed it. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, which is pitiful. .

At this time, Lin Xuan also figured it out. Is this guy in front of him a counterfeit? At this point, Lin Xuan turned his head and looked in the direction of Tianxing Palace.

However, seeing this made him open his mouth wide open. Not only him, but every wizard present turned their heads away, their faces were full of astonishment, and many people thought they were wrong...

First, an earth-shattering explosion came to their ears, and then the Tianxing Palace, which they regarded as a holy place, unexpectedly ignited a raging fire.

In the flames, countless black strands of light flew out, gathered together, and turned into a middle-aged man in Confucian robes with an elegant appearance in his [-]s or [-]s.

Lin Xuan's face suddenly turned pale.

Haotian Ghost Emperor!

However, at this moment, the old monster had disheveled hair and torn clothes, as if he had suffered some dark loss.

The other wizards talked in panic:
"Who is this person?"

"I haven't seen it before, could it be an outsider?"

"But his cultivation..."

"Unfathomable, could it be that he is an immortal cultivator at the peak of the alchemy stage?"

"I don't know."

……

Others were just guessing, but Yunfeng, the old man surnamed Ye, and the middle-aged beautiful woman looked at each other with horrified expressions.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, who is this person? In Kuiyue City, how come there are other monsters in the Nascent Soul stage?"

"I don't know either. Except for Shizun, among the 36 tribes of the Moyue clan, I haven't heard of anyone who has advanced to the Yuanying stage." At this moment, the old man surnamed Ye didn't care about the discrepancy with Yunfeng, and said dumbfounded .

"Did the two fellow daoists notice that this guy is so sinister, he doesn't seem to be human." The middle-aged beautiful woman hadn't opened her mouth all this time, but when she said it now, it sounded earth-shattering.

The other two were naturally shocked when they heard this, and then they turned their heads to look at the Hunyuan ancestor on the stage. At this moment, this old monster in the Nascent Soul stage is naturally their backbone.

But at this moment, there was a sound of surprise among the crowd, and another person escaped from the ruins of that day's star palace.

Tall, with a voice like a bell, isn't it the Hunyuan Patriarch himself?

Who will be on the stage?
The wizards were in an uproar, and the three old men surnamed Ye looked at each other, and without any hesitation, they walked in front of the man.

With a flash of inspiration, the three of them sprayed out their own magic weapons and surrounded him in the shape of "pin".

"Who are you?" The willow eyebrows of the middle-aged beautiful woman have been erected.

However, the man was unhurried, and stretched out his hand to wipe his face, revealing his original appearance, but he was a middle-aged wizard with a black and red face.

"Third Junior Brother, why is it you?" The old man surnamed Ye was full of surprise.

Yunfeng and the middle-aged beautiful woman obviously also knew this person, and they also had strange expressions on their faces.

"Eldest senior brother, don't blame the two fellow daoists, the master ordered the younger brother to pretend to be him in order to confuse the ghost emperor Haotian."

"What, Ghost Emperor, could it be those monsters in the Yinhun Canyon?" Yunfeng's face showed a look of astonishment.

"That's right, Yinhun and the Qin clan have started fighting again." The black-faced wizard said solemnly, "This guy came here to join us in dealing with those monks of the Qin clan."

"It's a good idea to join forces." Yunfeng touched his chin, showing some interest.

"Friend Daoist Yun, what you said is wrong. As the saying goes, people who are not of our race must have different hearts. Although we and the Qin clan have blood feuds, we are both human beings after all, so how can we join hands with ghosts?" Blackface The monk frowned, and spoke solemnly.

After Yunfeng heard it, he didn't make any further distinctions, but the expression on his face was obviously disapproving.

"Fellow Daoist, since the Haotian Ghost Emperor is here to seek cooperation, why is he so good at fighting with the Patriarch?"

"Hmph, these ghosts are not trustworthy at all. Maybe they have the willingness to cooperate, but seeing that the master is delaying on purpose, they came up with the idea of ​​inheriting the treasure of our Black Moon Clan..." the black-faced wizard said bitterly.

(End of this chapter)