Chapter 1801: Battle for Seat

Ye Chunyang couldn't help but look at the Yuanxianyi. This person was actually a human cultivator.

Tianhan and Tianyuan continents are mostly inhabited by alien races. The human race is declining here, but this person can be so strong. It can be seen that he and the Xuanji Palace where he is are not ordinary.

"Yuanxianyi, I haven't seen you for three hundred years. I didn't expect you to be as arrogant as before. Today I will see if you can still be arrogant for three hundred years?" Mo Man is not a good man or a believer. When he heard Yuanxianyi's words, he immediately grinned.

Yuanxianyi flicked his sleeves lightly, looking at Mo Man with some disdain.

"Hehe, if fellow Daoist Yuan wants to have a fight with this big guy, the two of us may be able to help a little."

At this time, a chuckle sounded next to him, and the Ghost Spirit Ancestor looked at Mo Man with gloating.

"Do you mean that you think Yuan is not enough to be an enemy of Mo Man?" Yuanxianyi sneered and replied directly.

The Ghost Spirit Ancestor didn't expect Yuanxianyi to be so domineering, and his expression was stagnant.

Yuanxian flicked his sleeves and said coldly: "I don't need anyone's help to attack anyone. Mo Man, don't you want to avenge the past? You can try, but I'm afraid you won't be able to escape by luck like you did that year."

"Really!"

Mo Man stood up with a gloomy face, and both sides were in high spirits.

Everyone looked at each other, and the two returning to the void cultivators confronted each other. The whole seabed vortex was suddenly filled with murderous aura, making people almost breathless.

Although there were many cultivators who came this time, some of the gods understood that this was the stage for returning to the void cultivators, and only they could come and go freely in the Earth Abyss Realm.

But this Earth Abyss Realm only opens once every three hundred years, and there are many opportunities. Even though many people know that even if they enter the Earth Abyss Realm, they can't enter the core fairy spirit hall, they still want to try their luck here.

But they didn't expect that a return to the void battle would be staged before the Earth Abyss Realm opened.

Ye Chunyang looked at the two people, but then retracted his eyes.

He had no interest in the fight between the two returning to the void cultivators, and was only concerned about his current situation.

From the information these people vaguely revealed, he could roughly know that this Earth Abyss Realm was not an ordinary place, and there was a Fairy Spirit Hall inside, which seemed to be closely related to the iron sword he had obtained.

He couldn't help but glance at the fortune-teller. Could it be that this old guy held him hostage because he knew that this thing was on him and wanted to use him to enter the Fairy Spirit Hall?

What kind of mystery was there that made the major returning to the void cultivators fight to the point of bloodshed?

Yuan Xianyi snorted coldly, and the aura around him was boiling like a tide. The two of them were about to fight if they disagreed.

Many people secretly felt cold. The fight between the two returning to the void cultivators was no joke. Maybe if they were affected, they would die unjustly.

The Ghost Spirit Ancestor and Ao Xie Taoist looked back and forth between the two, and then looked at each other, with a hint of sneer in their eyes.

They naturally had no good intention to help, and they hoped that both of them would be defeated, so that there would be less two masters to fight with them.

Just when everyone had different thoughts, a ray of light flew in from the sky.

A young monk landed beside Yuan Xianyi and bowed respectfully to him, "Disciple greets Master."

Yuan Xianyi looked at the person who came, his expression eased a little, and said, "How is the matter going?"

"Reporting to Master, it has been done." The young monk nodded, and then said something to Yuan Xianyi silently.

Yuan Xianyi's expression changed a little after hearing it, but then he showed a satisfied smile.

After a moment, he looked at Mo Man opposite and sneered lightly: "Mo Man, you are lucky today, I will not bother with you for the time being, but if you dare to ruin my good things like you did three hundred years ago, I will not show mercy!"

"Hehe, your tone is quite big. This time, I'm afraid you will not be able to enter the Fairy Spirit Hall smoothly like you did back then." Mo Man laughed gloomily, his voice was as low as thunder.

Yuan Xianyi didn't bother with him and sat on the seat with his eyes closed.

The young monk stood respectfully aside.

At this time, Ye Chunyang noticed that the young man seemed to be looking at him, and he turned his head to look at him in surprise.

Probably because they were both human, the young man looked at him a few more times, but soon retracted his gaze.

Ye Chunyang didn't pay much attention to it.

On the other side, Hua Yanxi and Hua Fei'er were also silent all the time, without saying a word.

The old Taoist sat there as if he was in a trance from the beginning, ignoring the outside world.

Some solemnity flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes. Yuan Xianyi and Mo Man and others were all strong men in the Return to Void Stage, but no one noticed the old Taoist's true cultivation, which showed that the old Taoist was not simple.

But Ye Chunyang couldn't guess what his real purpose was.

Unknowingly, several hours had passed.

Under this whirlpool, many people appeared one after another, mostly from foreign races, and occasionally a few human cultivators appeared, but the one with the highest cultivation level was undoubtedly the immortal of Xuanji Palace.

As for the fortune-teller Gumu, although this old guy was also a human, he was mysterious and unpredictable. Others did not know his true cultivation level and only thought he was here to join in the fun.

Soon, this whirlpool became lively, and more and more cultivators appeared. Everyone stared at the gate with fiery eyes, but seeing that the gate was closed at this time, they all tacitly chose their own seats and sat down.

But then, some unexpected things happened.

The seats outside the gate were not unlimited. As more and more people came here, the seats were soon filled.

There were too many monks and too little porridge, so the cultivators who arrived later had no place to stay.

This scene directly led to the competition for seats.

At first, it was just some cultivators in the Cave Heaven Realm or Nascent Soul Stage who were oppressed by the Transformation God cultivators, but later it evolved into a competition between the Transformation Gods.

Ye Chunyang carefully observed the changes in the field and vaguely understood something.

From the fact that everyone was willing to fight for it, these seats are very likely to have some effect on the Earth Abyss Realm.

There are only dozens of seats, but more than a hundred cultivators have arrived. Under such a situation, fierce competition is inevitable!

However, although the fight was fierce, those who fought for the seats only dared to pick some soft persimmons. Those who were followed by strong people, they naturally did not dare to provoke them.

For example, on the side of Yuan Xianyi, although some late-stage Transformation God cultivators came later, when they saw Yuan Xianyi here, they immediately retreated to the side and did not dare to attack his disciples.

"Everyone, please give up your seat."

Just as Ye Chunyang closed his eyes and sat in meditation, a voice came from behind. Four aliens were staring at them with unfriendly eyes.

Looking at the appearance of these four people, it is obvious that they are regarded as targets for robbery.

These people have strong cultivation, all of them are at the middle stage of the transformation of spirit. Hua Yanxi's face changed slightly when she looked at them.

"Are you deaf? If you don't want to die, get out of here quickly, otherwise you will regret it when we take action!" A middle-aged alien next to him shouted.

Ye Chunyang frowned secretly and was indifferent to this.

Hua Yanxi couldn't help but look at the fortune-telling Taoist.

The cultivation of these four people was higher than hers, and she couldn't be hostile alone.

"You guys are noisy and disturbed my cultivation. It makes me upset!" The old Taoist slowly opened his eyes, with a lazy tone.

"Old guy, you are looking for death!"

The middle-aged alien was a man with a violent temper. Before he finished shouting, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it, pressing hard on the old Taoist's head.

If this palm had been used, the Taoist's head would have been smashed into a falling watermelon.

But then the middle-aged alien's face changed drastically.

Before his palm had even landed, it bounced back violently, and at the same time, a deep breath emanated from the Taoist's body.

"Boom!"

The middle-aged alien had no time to withdraw his hand, and a loud bang came directly from his body, and a blood mist spurted out of his mouth.

"You?"

The four people were shocked, and then retreated in fear, and bowed to the Taoist repeatedly: "The juniors and others were blind and didn't know that you were a senior master. Please forgive us for any offense."

After saying that, the four people flew away without stopping.

They couldn't sense the Taoist's exact cultivation, but the breath that just emanated from him was extremely terrifying. No matter how stupid they were, they knew that the other party was an existence that could not be provoked.

"There's really no need to keep a few ants, snakes and insects. I'll just send you off." Without even opening his eyes, the old Taoist picked up the bamboo pole next to him and gently tapped it.

"Boom!"

A terrible hurricane came out, and the seemingly insignificant bamboo pole was like a hundred thousand mountains, pressing the four people down together, with their four corners spread out on the ground, unable to move at all.

"Senior, please show mercy!"

Fear surged on the faces of the four people, and they quickly begged for mercy.

The old Taoist didn't even look at them, and the bamboo pole fell lightly.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Under the sea, blood was shining, and the four aliens didn't even scream, and were directly turned into a pool of meat paste under the bamboo pole.

Everyone took a breath of cold air and looked at the old Taoist with some fear.

The four people were masters in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit, and they were beaten to death before they could even say half a word?

Some people saw that Ye Chunyang and his group had low cultivation and wanted to attack, but now they were all silent and didn't dare to look at them.

"Now you can take a nap." The old Taoist lazily put away the bamboo pole, ignored the others, and continued to sit with his eyes closed. After a while, he snored, as if he really fell asleep.

Ye Chunyang looked a little stern.

The old Taoist seemed easy-going, but he didn't expect him to be so cruel.

This scene made him more certain that if he had the slightest thought of escaping, the old Taoist would attack him without hesitation.

Ye Chunyang felt cold in his heart, but he didn't show any emotion on the surface. In the current situation, being too eager to get out would be disadvantageous to him, so he could only wait and see.

In the following time, more strong men arrived one after another, but after being shocked by the old Taoist, no one dared to stare at them anymore.

However, as the competition became more intense, everyone's eyes on the Gate of the Abyss became more and more fanatical, because they all felt that there was an unusual aura slowly emanating from the giant gate at this time, and the vortex in the sky became more and more violent.

All this showed that the strange scene they were expecting was about to appear.