Supreme Saint Of World

0Even the sky above the Suzaku Tomb was filled with black lines. He turned his head around and didn't dare to look, afraid that he would laugh and offend the cultivators of the Great Development Sect.    

    

The nine disciples of the Beast God School on the stage all raised their heads to look at the sky and whistled, as if they were studying why the vortex in the sky contained so much lightning.    

    

The only one who dared to laugh out loud was Luo Li. At this moment, Luo Li was clapping her hands as she tumbled through the air. She was laughing so hard that she could barely breathe.    

    

"Haha, I told you to bring all three hundred cultivators together! "It's good now. The Black Turtle Platform is about to sink. It's so funny!" As she smiled, Luo Li wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.    

    

In contrast to the joyous atmosphere, all of the cultivators on the stage were holding hands. Their expressions were already dark; it was even darker than the bottom of a pot.    

    

"Fellow Daoists, don't be angry! I still have a way!" Since we can't go up to the stage, we'll just drag him up! Outside, we are all brothers, and since we are all brothers, we must all go together! "    

    

Dao Fang touched the sparse hair on his head and tore it off. Suddenly, dozens of hair turned into black chains and were firmly locked around the Black Tortoise Terrace.    

    

"Come on brothers, each of you grab a chain and drag this Black Tortoise Platform up!"    

    

As he spoke, the Daoist stood up and let go of the female cultivators in his hands. He stood up and the entire Black Tortoise Platform shook.    

    

The surrounding cultivators' expressions became even more gloomy. Their hands trembled as the female cultivators ran to the side to throw up.    

    

"Damn it, brother, you even managed to grab onto the chain!?" "Who cares about the Great Development Sect or Aurous Core stage cultivators, even if I don't go, I will still kill you!"    

    

A young cultivator disciple suddenly let go of the hand of the person beside him. His heart was completely filled with gratitude towards Dao One, and in his grief and indignation, he took out a magic treasure to fight Dao One with his life on the line.    

    

"Right, we can't say that. We won't let you off either!"    

    

"I, your father, am truly oppressed in this Immersed Dragon Mystic Realm. I might as well fight those cultivators to the death and die in a more comfortable manner!"    

    

The surrounding cultivators all released their treasures. The entire stage shook again and sank 100 feet down.    

    

Seeing the excited crowd, Daoyi quickly waved his hand and said:    

    

"Brothers, this is your fault!" Of course we have to help out when we're out, why are you guys blaming me instead! Forget it, my lord is magnanimous, so I will not bother with you guys. You all can head up to the Black Tortoise Platform, but I will jump down right now and give you my chance! "    

    

As he spoke, Daoyi waved his fist with a grave expression on his face. After he finished speaking, he squeezed out a few tears from the corner of his eyes, turned around, and decisively jumped down from the stage.    

    

After jumping down, an illusionary image of a pink lotus flower was emitted from underneath the Black Tortoise Platform and it absorbed him. When he reappeared, he was already on top of the Black Tortoise Platform's pillar of light.    

    

Scratching his head, Dao Yi still had a puzzled expression. Just as he was wondering what had happened, the vortex in the sky was sucked into the pillar of light.    

    

At the same time, there were three other platforms with flashes of light. Each platform had a lotus formation and the cultivators on it were all nowhere to be seen.    

    

How could these cultivators not understand that this lotus spell formation was a teleportation portal that could lead them to the dragon ascension platform?    

    

Chen Fan took one last look down and noticed that although the Black Tortoise Platform was no longer sinking, it was still rising slowly.    

    

There was even less of a need to talk about the cultivators on the stage. Their faces were filled with killing intent as they watched Dao Yi being sent to the vortex in the sky by the transfer array.    

    

Chen Fan looked deeply at the unsightly faces of the five sects. Turning his head, he saw that the vortex in the sky had already disappeared.    

    

At this moment, countless cultivators took out their magic treasures and began to fight with each other for the lotus formation beside the Black Tortoise Platform.    

    

At this moment, the lotus spell formation had already started to become illusory, and it was obvious that it would soon disappear. The dogwood looked at the array and pointed with her lily-white hand. Instantly, the trees next to her exploded.    

    

A thick vine quickly appeared and brought the five of them into the lotus formation, disappearing without a trace.    

    

In just a few breaths of time, a few more waves of cultivators entered the lotus formation, and the remaining two hundred or so cultivators fell along with the Black Tortoise Platform.    

    

At this moment, the pillar of light in the sky had disappeared as well. Under the barrage of countless lightning bolts, more than half of the cultivators were instantly blasted into smithereens.    

    

The remaining cultivators also rode on their magic treasures and angrily roared in an attempt to leave this place. However, a shocking attractive force suddenly appeared in the empty space below.    

    

All of the cultivators dropped down like dumplings, leaving behind only a few cries of unwillingness.    

    

"Dammit, Daoyi, you and I are irreconcilable!"    

    

"Daoyi, even if I transform into a ghost, I won't let you off!"    

    

After a few roars of unwillingness, the four platforms returned to their original positions. No one knew if they would have to wait for the youth before they could reopen the platforms again.    

    

At this moment, within the endless abyss, there was a platform. The platform was about a hundred feet wide and there was a huge bronze pillar on it.    

    

On the pillar, there were countless iron chains and a skeleton was tied to it. In the skeleton's eye sockets, there were two deep red ghost flames.    

    

At this moment, the skeleton had a huge bronze cauldron placed in front of it. The soup within the cauldron was boiling. Clearly, it was cooking something.    

    

He stretched out his arm and fiddled with the cauldron, waiting for the liquid inside to boil.    

    

"I've been trapped here for at least ten million years. Once I successfully refine the spirit liquid from the Heaven Stealing Cauldron, then I'll be able to recover my body and leave this place!"    

    

As the white bone spoke, it began to laugh like an owl. At this moment, the sky suddenly emitted a sound, followed by a loud sound.    

    

A male cultivator in his twenties fell into the cauldron. Countless green spirit liquids splashed onto the face of the skeleton. Even the ghostly fire in its eye sockets shook.    

    

"Who?"    

    

Before the White Bone Scorpion could wipe the liquid from its face, a hundred sonic booms rang out from behind it and a bunch of cultivators fell into the cauldron like dumplings.    

    

The entire Heaven Stealing Cauldron flipped over with the fall of over a hundred cultivators. All of the green liquid flew out and covered the skeleton.    

    

The scattered spirit liquid completely extinguished the flames in its eyes. Only the green liquid could be seen on the skeleton's white and withered face, making it look extremely miserable.    

    

Those cultivators landed in the cauldron and crawled out. They all looked around with confusion.    

    

After a long while, the white bone shook slightly. Then, a flame ignited in the eye sockets again. It let out a howl that didn't sound human at all.    

    

"Damn it, I've prepared for thousands of years!" Who was it? Is Dragon Lake coming to spoil my good fortune again! "    

    

The imposing manner contained within this howl had long since surpassed the Aurous Core Stage, and it was even inferior to the Nascent Soul Stage.    

    

The over a hundred cultivators that fell from the sky around the skeleton were all knocked to the ground. They painfully covered their ears, not knowing what had happened.    

    

These cultivators had all fallen from the Black Tortoise Terrace, who would have thought that they did not die and instead came to this place.    

    

However, this skeleton's cultivation level made them tremble in fear, as they didn't know what would happen next.    

    

Not to mention this, as soon as Chen Fan entered the whirlpool from the Azure Dragon Stage, he took a closer look at the interior.    

    

The inside of the vortex was like another world. The inside of the vortex was like a fairyland and what appeared before everyone was a mountain.