I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

"Little treasure, little demon, you are top-level beings formed from the essence of heaven and earth. You have unique disguise conditions. With my secret method, you can completely hide your breath and disguise as an ordinary plant..."

An Bulang began to teach the Heavenly God Treasure Tree and the Heavenly Ghost Demon Tree how to conceal their breath and cling to him.

This technique is very similar to that of the little suckling pig lying in his shadow.

Only by being concealed in that way can he become his hole card and bring unexpected effects to the enemy.

Gods, ghosts, and other existences are no different from real Xuanxians.

No matter where they go, they can have a high status.

The top sect of the sanctuary, such as the Chaoyang Sect, can also serve as the elder.

In other words, An Bulang is now equivalent to having two holy sect elders protecting the law.

In addition, he is still raising eighteen statues of gods in the space of Najie, but they are still receiving his nourishment, and they have not yet become real gods.

If he can become a true god, the power he possesses will definitely be a power that cannot be ignored!

An Bulang walked out of the secret realm.

There was a middle-aged man with red hair and strong physique ahead, waiting outside.

"Little friend An Lang, you have come out, how are you practicing in retreat?" Jiu Ming Zhenxian grinned.

"Very good, I have troubled Senior Jiu Ming to take care of him." An Bulang said with gratitude.

Jiu Ming Zhenxian immediately waved his hand and said with a smile: "Where is it."

Immediately, he seemed to think of something. He couldn't help it, and then secretly transmitted his voice: "Emperor...You are from Hongmeng Continent, the dark hand of Emperor Xiaoyao, did you break it open?"

An Bulang thought for a while, and said, "Some of them are."

"Let me just say...it can make a lot of supreme emperors furious, and even make the crystal phoenix supreme rush into the Hongmeng Continent. It turns out that the real reversal of the battle has a lot to do with the emperor... the tiger father has no dogs... "Jiuming Zhenxian expresses emotion.

An Bulang just smiled, too lazy to talk.

To be honest, his most annoying comment is that the tiger father has no dogs...

This is as if you accidentally lose your temper and become a dog, and it is not only yourself that loses face, but also loses father's face. He is not awesome, why does he always have to hook up with his dad?

But An Bulang also knew that it was more difficult than everyone else to get out of his father's glory.

In this respect, he took on a hell-level challenge.

Of course, he can also do nothing, be the top immortal second generation with peace of mind, and enjoy the glory his father brings him, so that he will definitely live more comfortable than all the immortal second generations in the universe.

It is definitely impossible for a character that can be unwavering.

"Little friend Anlang, if you want to participate in the Grand Tournament of Ten Thousand Realms, do you need a stronger identity, such as the saint son of the Chaoyang Saint Sect? I talked to Yuanyang Tianxian, if you want to be a saint son, Tomorrow, the Saint Son of Beiyang will be abolished by the Saint Sovereign because his left foot enters the hall of the Sect Master first..."

Jiu Ming Zhenxian's words directly shocked An Bulang's jaw.

"No, really no, I need to keep a low profile!"

An Bulang extremely seriously rejected the proposal to drop Jiu Ming Zhenxian.

To be honest, he hates this kind of unrestricted flattery the most.

Hey, he just wants to be a quiet beautiful man, why do you want to please me like this?

This makes his challenging journey without any difficulty!

At this time, the Beiyang Saint Child of Saint Sect Chaoyang did not know that he had just encountered a crisis, and the boy helped him resolve a crisis.

He was taking a nap at the Yunting Pavilion, wondering how to pinch Anlang to death.

"Jiang Shan, in my Zongdu Jietianjiao, you are a well-deserved leader. I heard that your next competition will be against the black poetry of the monks in the lower realm. The relationship between her and An Lang is not simple..."

"Hehe, a scum who has just entered the tribulation period, dare to participate. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the competition, he must not be merciful!"

"Okay, Saint Son is waiting for my good news."

A man with dark skin had a cruel smile on his face.

Chaoyang Saint Sect, hundreds of thousands of Tianjiao disciples gathered together and began their sect competition.

This time, only Tianjiao within a hundred years old can participate.

Even in the huge Chaoyang Saint Sect, there are very few monks who can enter the Tribulation Period within a hundred years of age. After searching the entire family, there are only more than 20 people. These people are the seeds that can become immortals, with unparalleled qualifications, and amazing.

"You said this competition, who can enter the top ten of the sect?"

"The two candidate saints are neither Qingxue nor Qingyue 100 years old. They will definitely be able to enter the top ten. There is also the Duguyao of my sect who has the title of Son of Chaoyang, who is already in the eighth heaven of Xiantai when he is only 70 years old. His cultivation base is amazing, and he even made the top 100 list of the top ten sanctuary gods, he must be in the top ten."

"Duguyao... That is really a genius unparalleled in the world, but it is a pity that the son of Beiyang became immortal earlier than him, otherwise it is really uncertain who is the son of my sect."

"Jiang Shan will definitely be in the top ten."

"I heard that three monks from the Lower Realm have participated in the competition, and that An Lang will definitely be able to enter."

"Hehe, there is a monk named Mo Shi, who just wanted to take part in the tribulation, and there is no compelling number at all. Is it true that our Chaoyang Saint Sect's Tianjiao is a muddle?"

Speaking of Langmeng and others, some disciples of the Chaoyang Saint Sect are inevitably cynic.

They can't be blamed for their xenophobia, mainly because An Bulang was too arrogant when he entered the sect, which made many people feel uncomfortable, but there was no way for them to be young, so they could only cast their anger on other people.

Field by field competitions began.

The disciples of Tianjiao of the Chaoyang Sect, all show their great style, and the use of various Taoist spells is superb. It seems that the two big men of the clan are ashamed.

Although their cultivation is above most Tianjiao.

But their practice, their use of various powers, is far from these arrogances.

"Hey, look at how old they are, and look at how old we are..."

"It really deserves to be the Holy Sect. Some talents have lived for dozens of years, and they are even better than us, a long-lived old man..."

Wang Feng, the supreme elder of the Wentian clan, looked at the extremely exaggerated Tianjiao competition in front of him, feeling again and again.

Before long, cheers began to come from the court.

It turned out that it was Jiang Shan of the Chaoyang Saint Sect, who was about to confront the monk Mo Shi from the lower realm.

Some Tianjiao disciples of Saint Sect Chaoyang have long been uncomfortable with the monks of the lower realm, and now they have an opportunity to educate the monks of the lower realm. They are excited and looking forward to it.

The dark-skinned and burly man stepped onto the competition dojo step by step.

The wind and clouds rolled, turning into terrible dark fire dragons around his body.

He opened his eyes like a demon god, and the extremely terrifying pressure enveloped the delicately dressed woman.

Mo Shi felt extremely powerful pressure.

Jiang Shan in front of him was not a cat or dog, but a Tianjiao recognized by the Chaoyang Sect to be able to enter the list of the Ten Great Tribulations.

At their level, they have already practiced the Chaoyang Sacred Law of the sect to the extreme, condensing a flame that is infinitely close to the immortal fire, which can burn the stars and burn everything!

"Sister Mo Shi, since you are on stage, I can only deal with you as a great enemy. If there is any strength that I can't master, and if the shot is too heavy, please forgive me." Jiang Shan grinned and smiled. Very cold.

He said this just to prepare for the next tyrannical poetry.

Mo Shi naturally felt the other party's intentions, frowned slightly, and said, "It doesn't matter, fight if you want to fight!"

Boom!

The pitch-black flames turned into torrents and tsunami, which rolled up fire waves with extreme high temperature and burning.

Everyone exclaimed, but Jiang Shan was so violent and terrifying when he shot.

"This is a mutated Chaoyang sacred fire, which can melt the power, burn the law, and a cluster of flames can melt the body of a tribulation monk. Brother Jiang Shan can release so much..."

"Sorry, it's so cruel as soon as I shot, the sister will not be burned to death directly?"

Just when the arrogance of the heavens was shocked, the woman moved her steps, moving like a light and shadow.

She moved to the top of a mountain in the blink of an eye, avoiding the torrent of flames that could swallow and melt everything.

"She actually hid it!"

"It's so fast..."

Some monks during the Tribulation Period felt that they could not keep up with the speed of the woman.

"Don't run away!" Jiang Shan's voice came from the torrent of flames.

He shrouded the endless dark flames, with a roar that shook the world, and condensed into a black dragon crawling out of hell, jumping high from the endless flame ocean, and crashing into the mountain where Mo Shi is located!

The flame black dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the mountains and rivers with anger, swallowing Mo Shi together with the mountain where she was on, melting the mountain with the extreme heat.

"Mo poetry was eaten?"

"No, she is there!"

Through the air that was distorted by the high temperature, Zhong Tianjiao saw a woman who actually avoided the black dragon's attack at the very moment of her hair, and moved to another mountain.

"Roar! Really annoying! Hiding around like a mouse, dare to fight head-on?"

Jiang Shan roared, Mo Shi once again avoided with his dexterity, but the white arm was still touched by the dark flame, and it was instantly burned black, so that she frowned in pain.

Among the crowd, Beiyang Shengzi smiled faintly: "Mo Shi did not dare to fight head-on, because she could not stop Jiang Shan's mutant black flames, so she could only avoid it. This is a battle without suspense, Mo Poetry can only take time. As time goes by, sooner or later, she will lose, falling into the pain of being burned by endless flames..."

As he said, he turned his gaze to the man in white who was also watching the match in the dojo, wanting to appreciate the expression of the man in white when he saw his friend being tortured.

It's a pity that An Bulang doesn't have too many expressions, but there is a certain expectation in his eyes.

Jiang Shan frantically pounced on the ink poem, and everything that stood in front of him would be swallowed by him.

Even though Mo Shi is very good, she gradually loses energy and moves a little, and will be completely swallowed by the fire dragon.

Jiang Shan sneered, and was about to continue rushing towards the ink poem.

Suddenly, he felt something strange in his stomach. The mountain peak that had been swallowed before had a kind of mineral inside, which actually had a terrifying reaction with his flame and Daoyuan.

"this is……"

"This is a blasting stone?"

"Do not……!!"

Jiang Shan suddenly screamed, the Chaoyang Holy Power in his body seemed to have touched some extremely strange substance, and began to riot out of control, as if gunpowder met an open flame, the energy in the body released all the power in one breath.

boom! ! !

Jiang Shan exploded!

The black flame illuminates the sky.

The sky and the earth shook, setting off the entire land.

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Jiang Shan was scorched and stood in place with a shocked expression, his eyes still revealing confusion.

Mo Shi was a good opportunity at first sight, and rushed over to kick Jiang Shan in the chest.

Bang!

A heavy blow.

Jiang Shan was knocked into the air, his sternum cracked and sunken, he vomited blood and rolled to the ground, and he could no longer get up.

The audience fell into deathly silence.

In particular, the Tianjiao who were hostile to the lower realm Tianjiao, and the Tianjiao who had shouted hard before, had their expressions frozen.

just……

In the end what happened?

Mo Shi looked at an elder Ching Hai who was in charge of the referee.

The corners of Elder Ching Hai’s mouth twitched slightly, raised the flag, and said, "This contest, the Mo poetry contestant wins!"