Chapter 413 Li Xunhuan preaches! The crushing feeling brought by scholars! Empty sky? 殿？ King Ling's heart skipped a beat, and when he thought of a possibility, his pupils trembled and his face turned even paler. Then he shook his head again to comfort himself. It would be fine if Xutian didn't stop it, but how could he work for the rise of the human race? He must have guessed wrong. But no matter what, his heart was still beating fast, and he couldn't suppress the thumping sound that kept coming up to his throat. "Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist," "what," After a moment of hesitation, the Spirit King's vision returned to focus. Ao Guang was sitting next to him. When he saw him looking at him, he bowed slightly and smiled awkwardly in response. He looked around again. Because Ao Guang sat in the second seat, everyone's attention was naturally cast on him. At this time, they looked puzzled, and their eyes seemed to say, "Are you okay?"

He subconsciously turned his head back to the stage, and sure enough, Li Xunhuan also had a curious look on his face. When their eyes met, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. "I am distracted when I first see this kind of Xuantian treasure. Please don't blame me, fellow Taoist." It turned out to be the case. Many people looked as if they were suddenly enlightened, and this made sense. Xuantian's treasures have always been biased towards attack and defense, and this kind of magical treasure with evolved bloodline is truly beyond imagination. However, in this situation, Ling Wang, a True Immortal-level Mahayana cultivator, is no different from them, ordinary Mahayana cultivators. Although he looked at the mysterious Spirit King with respect on the surface, he felt a little less awe towards him in his heart. But is it really so? On the stage, Li Xunhuan knew that the true identity of the Spirit King was the Dazzling Sky Crystal Tower from the fairyland, and he had extraordinary experience. Even if he was the mysterious master of Longmen, he should not have lost his composure like this. After pondering for a moment, unable to figure it out, he quietly wrote it down and would ask about it in person later, and then put it out of his mind. The Mahayana ceremony has not yet ended. "Congratulations to the senior for advancing to the Mahayana stage. The Tianya Realm will send a Mahayana demon corpse and a realm as a gift." "Congratulations to the senior for advancing to the Mahayana stage. The Feiyun Clan of the Spirit Realm sent three Mahayana relics." Inside the palace, the remaining top-level Mahayana masters stood up one by one and presented their gifts. They all mentioned their own worlds or clan lands. not send? It's not good! At this point, from Ao Guang's experience, they have come to some conclusions that this is what Senior Li Xunhuan wants. Furthermore, the interface is being integrated into the human world, so won’t Li Xunhuan still have the final say at that time? In this case, since the outcome is undignified anyway, it is better to choose the dignified one and offer it voluntarily, which may result in some compensation. For a moment, in the palace, there were congratulatory speeches one after another, and the guests were all having a great time, creating a harmonious and grand Mahayana ceremony. Well, at least on the surface.

Time passed little by little, and it came to an abrupt end after the 105th alien behind the desk presented his gift. This is because seats 106, 7, and 8 are all empty. As to why, I think there is no need to elaborate in detail. It is worth mentioning that no one from the Netherworld, Xuanmo Realm, etc., headed by the Underworld, and the Shura Realm, headed by the Demon Realm, etc., offered gifts. Of course, although the person was not there, the gifts were there. I mean, more than thirty interfaces! Li Xunhuan smiled and glanced towards the left row. The last seat, Ao Xiao of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan, and Mo Jianli of the Spirit Realm, stepped out. "To congratulate you on your advancement to Mahayana, I offer you the Blood Origin Continent, our clan's territory." What a hellish joke! Since when did the Blood Yuan Continent become the territory of the Silver Moon Wolf? Unexpectedly, Li Xunhuan nodded as if it was normal after hearing this. He glanced at the well-behaved Nine-tailed Fox Yinyue and responded seriously with a serious face. "Since ancient times, the Blood Origin Continent has been the homeland of the Silver Moon Heavenly Wolf, so I have seized the land that is loved by everyone." After a pause, he narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled softly, and added in an affirmative tone, "The Silver Moon Heavenly Wolf is just the Silver Moon Heavenly Wolf." Ao Xiao was stunned for a moment, then he met Yin Yue's eye hint, understood it immediately, and agreed immediately. "What the senior said is," When I get back, I'll drive away the other wolves that have come to cling to me, especially Tiankui. Using one's clone to have promiscuous relationships between men and women is against human ethics, and such sinners must be killed. While Ao Xiao was thinking about his little trick, Mo Jianli began to present gifts. "Congratulations to the senior for advancing to the Mahayana stage. I offer you the Fengyuan Continent." A bunch of raccoon dogs. Face to face, the top Mahayana masters of the Tianfeng clan in the spiritual world glanced at each other and complained in their hearts. "The human race in the spirit world and the human race in the human world are one and the same. To show the friendship between Qin and Jin, one of the three emperors in the clan, Xuanmiao Linghuang, is willing to go to Guanjiangkou to serve tea and water to the seniors." Mysterious Spirit Emperor? Empress? A new version of a woman? Li Xunhuan was stunned after hearing this. He came back to his senses immediately, frowned, pretended to be serious, and refuted, "Friend Mo Dao, please don't mention this again." "Ah, yes, yes, I am sorry for talking too much." Seeing Mo Jianli admitting his mistakes repeatedly, he gave him a teachable look, then pondered for a moment. Humans from the spirit world are also human beings, so they can't treat them the same way as demons, dragons, and phoenixes. "The number of humans in the Spirit World is huge, but they are crowded into the small Fengyuan Continent. So the Leiming Continent should also be left as a place for the development of the human race."

Suddenly he thought of something, and said in a negotiating tone to the many foreigners on the right who were stunned by the blatant difference in treatment between his two faces, "You don't have any objections?" us? We think Xuanmiao Linghuang is quite fragrant. "You are right, senior. There are billions of people in the spiritual world, but they are trapped in one place. This is justified." "Senior, be merciful." Everyone laughed and praised them in such an exaggerated tone that one would forget their Mahayana status. After they finished speaking, they lowered their heads silently, their mouths twitched, and they wanted to slap themselves. It's not about regretting or clamoring for more than three years, but, Why didn’t I think of that! Li Xunhuan still has twenty-four Taoist companions, including several demons, which shows his universal love. If a woman from their tribe could become his Taoist partner, even as a concubine, and take care of them a little, then? As expected, when it comes to building relationships, it has to be the human race itself. At this moment, the clever top-level Mahayana has already begun to silently calculate in his mind, who in the clan is suitable? Do you want a pretty face? A dignified temperament? A seductive one? As long as you want, even if you don't have them yet, you can cultivate a group from a young age. The bottom line of doing things should be more flexible. Well, it's all for the tribe. In this way, the arrangements for the two races of humans and demons in the spiritual world came to an end properly and harmoniously. In short, everyone has a bright future. . . . Half a day later, when the chief of the human race, Nie Shi Niang, finished presenting her gifts and sat down again, the ceremony of congratulations came to an end. Everyone looked at each other, excited and eager. According to the normal process of the Mahayana ceremony, after the visitors present their gifts, the Mahayana monks who are congratulated as part of the celebration will share his path of practice. That is, preaching! Although they were forcibly invited to this Mahayana ceremony and some discordant fights occurred in the middle, the necessary procedures should not be absent, right? The first Mahayana sermon in all the worlds? Just thinking about it makes me feel that I have gained a lot. Even the great elder Tianfeng was secretly looking forward to it with bright eyes. At the right moment, outside the palace, the sound of "duangduangduang" was heard, and spread to all parts of the human world through the Star Palace screen. The sound of the bell penetrated deeply into the souls of humans and demons, and even a spiritual herb in the spiritual field swayed in the wind, as if it was cheering for the coming of the sermon. After a while, the bell stopped ringing. Although Li Xunhuan's voice was gentle, it was clearly transmitted to the hearts of every living being. "Everything is done. As usual, I will continue to preach in the next three months. How much you can understand depends on your opportunity. But..."

After a pause, he looked around and said slowly, "Unlike previous ceremonies, this time the speaker will be an immortal!" Fairy! Fairy! Fairy! In an instant, it spread out in all directions with a rumble, and colorful streams of light echoed in the sky, slowly converging into a colorful word "仙". This scene was projected to all parts of the human world through the Star Palace, as if piercing through the screen and solidifying in the sky and earth. As soon as the monk saw the words, his eyes lit up, many inspirations collided in his mind, and all kinds of wonderful ideas flooded into his heart. I thought about it carefully and tried to capture this inspiration, but my mind was empty and I had no idea where to start. I had to stay where I was and wait patiently for the sermon to officially begin. After all, a single word can have such a remarkable effect, which makes people look forward to what kind of great fortune it will have when it comes to giving a formal sermon. Back at the ceremony site, the three thousand Mahayana monks outside the hall looked up at the colorful immortal word in the sky. It was emitting infinite light. Their eyes felt stinging and they closed their eyelids subconsciously, and tears fell from the corners of their eyes. Despite this, they couldn't help showing ecstasy on their faces. Great fortune. "There are five immortals in the Zhoutian: Heaven, Earth, Man, God, and Ghost. The celestial immortals, whose primordial spirits reside in the Purple Palace." "There are thousands of ways to practice cultivation. There are three thousand great ways, namely, the Way of Heavenly Immortals, Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, Xuan, Martial Arts, Spirituality, and Illusion. There are also countless minor ways, such as insect cultivation, beast control, sword cultivation, weapon refining, formation, talisman, etc. Remember, there is no superiority or inferiority in the way, only suitability." "The art of protecting the Dao is roughly divided into three realms: Art, Method, and Dao! Each level is higher than the last." "Condensing the seeds of magical power, Yuanying" From a high vantage point, the book describes and analyzes the mysteries of spiritual practice from the perspective of the immortal path. It starts with the practice of Qigong for ordinary people, and explains the characteristics of each realm. As the explanation continued, Li Xunhuan suddenly sat upright in the air with his hands hanging on his knees. A spiritual shield was generated around his body, from which colorful words emerged, floating toward the sky outside the palace and pouring into every stroke of the word "Xian". If you get closer, you can see that these small colorful words form a supreme scripture. Mysterious yet ordinary. At that time, inside and outside the palace, three thousand Mahayana and human beings of various alien races, including the Spiritual King, all sat upright on cushions, nodding their heads like ancient children reading, and couldn't help revealing the most innocent smiles on their faces. In various places in the human world, because the remains of the immortals are still playing a role, colorful monochrome spiritual energy is surging from the ground and pouring into the bodies of immortal cultivators, causing their cultivation to soar. People with different spiritual roots, qualifications, and wisdom roots reacted differently. Some were like Mahayana who were fascinated by what was said, some frowned, as if they only half understood but tried hard to understand, and some couldn't help but jump up, clapping their hands, and laughing with joy. Of course, treating people differently has always been Li Xunhuan's motto. In the human world, there is no ground-emerging spiritual energy in the territories of the demon race, true dragon, celestial phoenix and other alien races. Although their realms have been elevated, they can only absorb the spiritual energy bit by bit with great effort. In other words, the realm has been reached, but the spiritual power is not enough. In the underworld, the demon world, and the vassal worlds headed by the two worlds, the creatures were sleepy and were about to fall asleep. I have no idea what I missed.

. . . One day, two days, Ten days, twenty days, January, February, Time flies, and three months passed in the blink of an eye. When the word "Xian" in the sky suddenly shone brightly, the dazzling light flashed and the supreme scripture disappeared. A gust of wind blew, and the word "仙" was blown away, turning into a little bit of spiritual light and disappeared. At the same time, Li Xunhuan's preaching came to an abrupt halt. After a moment, the humans in all parts of the world came back to their senses from the pleasure of their rapid cultivation, looked around, and saw that some people were still immersed in the afterglow of the sermon. They couldn't help but close their eyes, practice their skills, and continue to absorb more spiritual energy. Three days later, outside the palace, three thousand Mahayana monks came out of their enlightenment-like state at about the same time. They came back to their senses, smacked their lips, with a hint of unsatisfied feeling in their eyes. Another month later, inside the palace, Great Elder Tian Feng was the last one to wake up. Her face lit up with joy, and just as she was about to do something, she noticed that everyone in the hall was looking at her with envy. After a moment of shock, he figured out the whole thing and immediately restrained his expression. On the contrary, the pride in her heart was lifted up. To put it in a famous quote, she was not targeting anyone. She was saying that everyone present was not as talented as Tianfeng. In response to this, the other cultivators also withdrew their gazes. There's nothing you can do about it. Talent is something you're born with or not. Didn’t you see that the Spirit King, who was sitting at the chief seat, couldn’t win? "DuangDuangDuang!" The bell rang again, and everyone's hearts were startled. They immediately put away their distracting thoughts and looked at the man on the stage. Human Li Xunhuan! For some reason, although there was no visible spiritual power around him and he had a smile on his face, as if he was normal, they seemed to see the light behind him. The light was so blinding and the aura so overwhelming that they couldn't open their eyes and dared not look. As the saying goes, what you see with your eyes is not necessarily true. If we say that before, Li Xunhuan relied on his strength to make them afraid to respond, and they had some little calculations in their hearts, then now, what Li Xunhuan indirectly reflected in his sermons, that is, his systematic path of cultivation, is enough to prove that his rise was by no means the result of an accidental encounter. In the words of the demon race, it is like a true dragon or a celestial phoenix. As top-level true spirits, they are naturally superior to all other races in the heavens. The same goes for Li Xunhuan. It is normal for others to be better than them. Somehow, a kind of natural shackles are put on them, and a feeling of inferiority arises spontaneously. After a while, Li Xunhuan's cold and naturally majestic voice rang in everyone's ears. "The sermon is over. If you have any questions, please feel free to tell me."

Many people who had not yet gotten over the aftereffects of the sermon and had not yet fully absorbed it into their own essence were overjoyed when they heard these words. Everyone stood up, bowed, and bowed to Li Xunhuan. "Senior/fellow Daoist, please be merciful." After a brief silence, the Spirit King, Great Elder Tianfeng and other alien races restrained themselves and frequently gestured to the humans facing them, their faces and eyes full of anticipation. Naturally, it was not their turn to be rude to the first questioner. The chief on the left row, Madam Nie, was not at all restrained in the face of such gazes. How can I put it, none of them are as good as my apprentice. Immediately, he stood up, straightened his clothes, raised his hand and asked respectfully, "Grandmaster, I have a question for you. What is an immortal?" (End of this chapter)