Chapter 232: The Dharma Assembly Begins, Phoenix Appears

"Daoyou, we can discuss it." Shangjia said weakly, and his simple smile might deceive many cultivators.

"I'll only give you three breaths of time." There was still the Nirvana Conference next, and Wu Yi had no intention of discussing it properly.

The clear wind sounded like a fatal bell in Shangjia's ears. His eyes swept around, hesitating whether to say it. If he didn't say it, at least he was still alive. If he said it, his life would definitely be gone.

Wu Yi knew his mind, and the raging fire was like a knife. In a blink of an eye, it took away half of Shangjia's flesh and blood. Until he lost it, Shangjia, who was stagnant in blood and qi, had not reacted.

It was not until he glanced down and saw his empty lower body that the pain came like a spring, but Shangjia was also a determined person. He endured the pain and had deep teeth marks on his lips.

For a power cultivator, losing the lower body is not fatal. It can also save half of his life by consuming some blood and qi. However, if he does not encounter a first-class treasure, it will be difficult to restore it to its original state.

"Can you tell me?" Wu Yi's cold voice was like a death-prompting ghost, which frightened Shangjia and made him shudder, but he said nothing, which was a determination.

Wu Yi took out the stone he had obtained from his sleeve and asked Shangjia, "Do you know what this is?"

Shangjia looked at Wu Yi with resentment and did not answer.

Wu Yi did not think he would answer anything, and began to recite the "Netherworld Sutra" mental method, obscure words, words that did not exist in this world. Every time Wu Yi recited a sentence, Shangjia felt that he was one step closer to the desperate situation of death, as if a door to the underworld was slowly opening, with gusts of cold wind and ghost fog.

Shangjia's huge eyes were full of incredible looks. Who is this cultivator, where did he come from, and what method did he practice?

Wu Yi recited for dozens of breaths, and the black stone in his hand finally changed a little. A wisp of gray-white death air slowly appeared, lingering around Wu Yi's body, and was slowly absorbed by him.

After the soul absorbed the death energy, it was covered with a layer of dark color. When the death energy was absorbed to a certain extent, Wu Yi's soul evolved into the Netherworld Dharma Body. The Netherworld Dharma Body can travel in the daytime and is not afraid of strong winds, thunder and fire. Only then can the Netherworld Sutra enter the first level.

Wu Yi swallowed and exhaled the death energy for a quarter of an hour, and the dark stone also dimmed a lot, and a small part turned grayish white. At this rate, Wu Yi can absorb all the death energy in it in one or two days.

The feeling of swallowing and exhaling death energy is very wonderful. The death energy that outsiders are afraid to avoid is more delicious than all the delicacies in the world in Wu Yi's eyes. If it were not for his strong willpower, Wu Yi would definitely swallow and exhale the death energy hidden in this stone before he would stop.

The surrounding death energy dissipated, and Wu Yi's eyes slowly opened. The merchant who saw his eyes couldn't help but exclaimed. There was no pupil, and the eyeballs were all white, which was extremely creepy. No wonder the merchant who endured not making a sound even though half of his body was destroyed would exclaim.

After a few breaths, Wu Yi's eyeballs appeared and he became a normal person. After absorbing the death energy, his soul was eager to try and wanted to leave his body, so the previous scene happened.

"Aren't you going to say it yet?" Facing such a determined person, Wu Yi didn't have much better way for a while. He opened his mouth and spit out the death energy that had not been swallowed, which enveloped Shangjia's body.

The death energy was gloomy, and the blood and qi were consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Shangjia felt that his end was coming, and his eyes were full of fear that he could not hide, but he still looked proud when he looked at Wu Yi. Even if he died, he would not let Wu Yi succeed. This was his last stubbornness.

After his body was completely eroded, Wu Yi acted quickly and rescued Shangjia's dying soul from the death energy.

The white clouds drifted away, and the sun shone. Shangjia's soul wailed, and the green smoke curled up, and he was even weaker. In his current situation, if he was exposed to the sun a few times, he would definitely die.

But Wu Yi didn't want him to die so easily. He waved his sleeves and put him into the stone tablet world, letting the ghosts to cook him. Let's see how long he can last. It's a pity that he didn't practice the soul-searching technique, otherwise it wouldn't be so troublesome.

Looking up at the sky, Wu Yi chose a direction and went back to Fenglai City. Bai Yunxin wouldn't think he was a liar for disappearing before the Nirvana Conference. Wu Yi thought to himself, with a smile on his face.

It took Wu Yi three days to come and go. When he arrived at the residence of the Honghu clan, they were already preparing for the Nirvana Conference in full swing. People were in a hurry. After all, Wu Yi was not the only one living in Naying Palace, and the Honghu clan would not put the odds on Wu Yi alone.

Bai Yunxin, who received the report from the maid, came in a hurry and was relieved when he saw Wu Yi. In Bai Yunxin's eyes, Wu Yi was a rare candidate who had the hope of impacting the upper position, and he couldn't afford to lose.

Bai Yunxin, as the princess of the Honghu tribe, actually attached so much importance to Wu Yi, which naturally attracted the dissatisfaction of other "talents", but because Bai Yunxin was present, it was not good to leave a bad reputation for fighting and fighting, so they all regarded Wu Yi as a stranger.

Under the great reputation, there are both praise and criticism. Wu Yi understood this truth very early and did not care too much. If they did not know what was good for them, Wu Yi would naturally not hold back.

There were only two days left after bidding farewell to Bai Yunxin. Even at this last moment, Wu Yi still swallowed up the stone containing death energy. Naturally, the netherworld Dharma body could not be condensed, but the soul was also much more condensed. It was difficult to hurt him with ordinary means targeting the soul.

Suddenly, while Wu Yi was practicing, he heard the cry of thousands of birds. At first, it seemed to be a place far away, but then it was close at hand, and it was extremely magical.

Wu Yi opened the door and saw auspicious clouds all over the sky, golden light, and auspicious mist. In the sky, countless birds were flying, even the sunlight was blocked. He knew that the much-anticipated Nirvana Conference had finally begun.

After participating in the Nirvana Conference, it was time to leave the Blue Sky Realm. Wu Yi thought in his heart.

At this time, Wu Yi saw the face of the legendary King Honghu, who looked like a gentleman. Judging from his appearance, he was not much older than Wu Yi. There was a strand of frost on his temples. I don’t know if it was born like this or because of too much pressure, his black hair turned white.

King Honghu smiled gently and said softly: "Everyone, be careful and safe, it’s up." As soon as the voice fell, a cyclone rolled up and rolled everyone to the sky. The light and shadow under his feet changed, which was much faster than Wu Yi’s own flying.

In just a quarter of an hour, Wu Yi arrived at the destination of this trip, Tianfeng Mountain. It is said that this place is the place where the phoenix attains enlightenment. The inside of the mountain is the Phoenix Pond, and the place where Wu Yi and others fought is on the top of the mountain.

When they arrived here, there were birds all over the nearby mountains. The strong ones transformed, and the weak ones remained in their original form. Of course, Bai Yunxin was able to transform because he swallowed the transformation pill.

For ordinary monsters to transform, they need to combine their essence and flesh into one, and control their meridians and bones as they wish. This requires at least the third level of foundation building. If they want to hide their demonic aura without a trace, they need to cultivate the golden elixir and be in harmony with the Tao.

Among the many monsters, you can vaguely see a few human cultivators. Although there are few people, their strength is not weak. The golden elixir real people account for more than one-third, and they chat and laugh with the monster kings in the Phoenix Pond Forest. This is the confidence of the Taoist sect to regard the Biluo Realm as a place for disciples to train.

King Honghu brought Wu Yi and others to the place where the Honghu tribe should be. With his wife, the beautiful woman who had attracted Wu Yi that day, he rose up and sat down to chat with everyone.

After King Honghu left, Bai Yunqi became the leader. As the only son of King Honghu, he really needed to act as a front man at this time.

"People who are not from the Feng tribe need to compete for the top 30, and then the top 30 will compete for the top three," Bai Yunxin pointed to the platform group carved with phoenixes on the west and said: "Do you see that high platform? You just need to occupy one of them."

Looking at her calm and confident expression, she seemed to think that it would not be a problem for Wu Yi to occupy a high platform. It seemed that since she abused Li Yunyong last time, Wu Yi's status in her heart had been promoted to the second brother.

Wu Yi roughly understood the rules that Bai Yunxin said. This rule was not very fair. It was possible that the first and second in strength would be assigned to the same high platform, and the first would eliminate the second. Even if the two tigers fought and both suffered losses, the first might be squeezed out.

But the rules of the world are not absolutely fair. Moreover, in the subsequent forest master competition, the method of inviting a fight also solved this problem, but the people who were excluded in the previous round lost the opportunity to enter the Phoenix Pool.

The scene at this time was the same as when Wu Yi watched the competition between the ten major disciples, but both the participants and the evaluators were a level lower than last time, and Wu Yi was no longer a spectator, but a participant.

The last round of forest masters was occupied by the Qingluan clan, so the Qingluan clan leader was also the host of this Nirvana Conference. The Qingluan clan leader led the five major Phoenix clans to perform the ancestor worship ceremony, and the rituals were as exquisite as those of the Taoist sect.

Wu Yi and other non-Phoenix clans watched as spectators. Although they did not have to perform complicated etiquette, they also had to abide by the guest etiquette, and were silent, and no one dared to make noise.

The rituals were complete, and all the methods were complete. Only a colorful phoenix appeared in the sky, occupying thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. In the sight, there was nothing else except the phoenix, and the viewers all felt a sense of oppression from the bottom of their hearts.

"Dongtian, or the Taichu Immortal." Wu Yi looked at such a spectacular scene and couldn't help muttering to himself. In fact, what Wu Yi saw now was the magical seal left by the phoenix during the period of Dongtian cultivation. It can be stimulated through certain means, and it is still a long way from the immortal.

Although many people present had seen this scene for the first time, they still felt awe from the bottom of their hearts. Wu Yi, who had seen the Burning Emperor, was more in awe. After all, the strength of the phoenix was far better than his own. He longed to be like the phoenix one day, and the phoenix would sing in the sky.

Just when the phoenix's Dharma image was about to disappear, the chief of the Qingluan tribe shouted, "Nirvana Conference, start--" The long tail tone could not dissipate for a long time. At the same time, the phoenix in the sky also cried, as if responding, and the crowd was boiling, thinking that they had been blessed by the phoenix.

Although Wu Yi thought that this was just a cry of the phoenix before it disappeared, there was no need to stand up and refute it foolishly. That would be too ignorant and would only cause hatred.

The leader of the Qingluan tribe began to announce the prizes set for this ceremony, which caused another round of cheers. Although most of the people who were excited could only look at it, it did not prevent them from cheering.

Wu Yi heard a familiar item, the Purple Clear Spiritual Acupoint Stone, and his eyes narrowed, wondering what he was thinking.