The enthusiastic participation of numerous talented individuals pleased Princess Pingxin. The martial prowess of the early Xiaohuanian was so weak that they often failed to use even seven out of ten of their strength in battle. They were all experts in discussing profound philosophical concepts and talking about dual cultivation of mind and body, but when it came down to practical combat, they knew nothing.
She saw it with concern and felt it deeply within her heart. Yet, as an authentic Saint of the Earth, her involvement in the affairs of the primeval chaos was minimal. Now, taking advantage of the opportunity provided by the invasion of the demon gods, she sought to incorporate a spirit of martial arts into the primeval chaos.
In truth, even the most experienced warriors against chaotic demons would be powerless, and conversely, the demons might even find it amusing.
However, it cannot be avoided to fight just because unable to oppose. When it comes to resistance, we must still resist.
The immortals were in heated discussion, with the powerful individuals unwilling to yield.
Princess Pingxin said, "Please do not hurt the harmony, all of you have the opportunity."
Just as she finished her sentence, Deng Chanyu burst through the space, taking the lead and attempting to enter the trial field.
Under the grand goal of becoming a Saint, she has always been unaware of what a thin face is. Normally, she has to maintain the demeanor of a female immortal, but now she can no longer put on an act.
Without hesitation, she directly teleported out.
"How dare you! Watch me!" Emperor Jiang, who is not only the spatial ancestor witch but also has the title of speed ancestor witch, followed up with a palm that was as large as a cabbage and drew in the air. He dragged back Deng Chanyu, who was turning into a rainbow, with great force.
He was very familiar with both the art of space and the technique of turning into a rainbow. Over these past few years blocking the door at Emei Mountain, he had a good understanding of the several methods that Deng Chanyu was skilled in.
Deng Chanyu hesitated for a moment. There were too many immortals present, and there were many just like Jiang Ziyu who had just attained immortality. She did not use the Chaos Bell out of fear that if she unleashed it, Emperor Jiang would be unharmed, but everyone else would be sent away.
"Amitabha! Suffering is boundless, but redemption is always within reach!" She whispered a Buddhist chant, and then her voice became purer than ever. The combination of Buddhist sutras and the sound of the Dao washed down from above, and she controlled her voice within a three zhang radius around Emperor Jiang. The grand ancestor witch's steps faltered as he prepared to teleport, turning his head subconsciously.
Deng Chanyu not only blocked Emperor Jiang but also accidentally prevented Good Brother Zhanyuanzi from proceeding.
Duo Bao laughed loudly, "Friend, your chanting of the Buddhist sutras is excellent! I am honored!"
He had high resistance to Buddhist sutras, and his position was somewhat off, so this move could be considered a complete exemption.
Duo Bao wanted to enter first, but Zhen Yuanzi would not allow it.
He waved his sleeves, and all the spiritual energy within ten zhang was extracted. The earth energy took the form of invisible chains, blocking Duo Bao from all directions.
Their fighting allowed Emperor Jiang to regain the upper hand.
Without a trace, Emperor Jiang quietly used a small-scale space storm to push back Zhen Yuanzi. When only one step away from the portal of the trial ground, Deng Chanyu reached out with a single finger from afar. She cleverly shifted the spatial position of the portal to the other side, becoming the closest person to the portal at this moment.
You fight and struggle, and the end result is that no one can enter.
They did not use large-scale spells or magical artifacts, as they feared unintentional harm to bystanders. If there were dead dozens or hundreds of immortals on the spot, the consequences would be too great.
Overall, Emperor Jiang had the most advantage. His body was strong enough to withstand many spells. Without any surprises, this grand ancestor witch would be the first to enter the trial ground.
Huanglong? Who is that?
"Ha-ha——" Princess Pingxin laughed lightly for several times: "All of you, why are you so reckless? Have I ever said that there is only one portal?"
She waved her hand, and twelve iron doors appeared inside the King of Hell's palace, each door adorned with an ancient-looking symbol.
Emperor Jiang remained silent, while Xuan Yin also felt touched. The twelve doors had the twelve tribal totems of their twelve ancestor witches, symbolizing the close connection between them as siblings.
Princess Pingxin is not Hou Tu, but the affection that belongs to Hou Tu is still there.
With twelve doors, there is no need to compete over who goes first.
While Emperor Jiang was reminiscing about his past brotherly affection and pondering the distant past, Deng Chanyu, without shame, selected a door first: "This is the emblem of Huoshen Zhurong, right? I'll go through this door. Fellow Daoists, do your best."
The merit of creating the heavens is only available through one path, and she would never give it up. She doesn't care about what others think or look down on her, or any form of disdain.
Daoist Dubei, who had been going down the road of not caring about face, followed closely behind, entering the portal of Jinyu ancestor witch, Xie Shou.
Zhen Yuanzi, being an old-timer, couldn't match their reckless abandon. He stood in place and pondered for a moment before being beaten by the person behind him - Daji.
Daji had to enter at least once regardless of anything, so she walked directly into the portal representing Hou Tu.
"Aiyou!" Zhen Yuanzi, who was prone to repentance, had his old habit of regretting things come back again. He had also coveted the trial gate representing the ancestor witch Hou Tu, thinking that it should be the safest and most peaceful among the twelve portals. Now what should he do? All the portals did not limit the participants in the trial, so they could enter any number. However, if he entered behind Daji and represented the ancestor witch Hou Tu's gate, it would seem like he received a hint and made his choice, which might be a little embarrassing.
Emperor Jiang snorted and entered the portal representing his ancestor witch of space. Here, he had an infinite advantage, at least that's what he thought.
Zhen Yuanzi had no choice but to enter the portal representing the ancestor witch of wood, Goumang.
The remaining Xuan Dou Daoshih, Jinling Shengmu, Chi Gongxing, Taiyizhen Ren, and others also selected the trial gates that were most suitable for them to try their luck.
Hao Tian didn't make it personally to the scene but sent a form of Guoxi, who was wearing a Daoist robe. Now, the Guoxi also entered.
"Shouldn't this be a tournament? What are we doing here?" Deng Chanyu looked at the large group of Huaxia and Qilin tribes that had gathered in front of her, scratching her head for a moment.
In reality, there had never been a joint battle between these two tribes. What was going on now?
Wuxia warriors riding Qilin can be compared to Bu Lü riding Dian Wei. One is unbeatable in horse combat, the other in foot combat. Together, that's double the invincibility!
This is a trial scene arranged by a Saint, and it can no longer be simply judged by reality and illusion. Deng Chanyu could see clearly that the warriors opposite her were from the Zhurong tribe, riding fire Qilin as well.
The enemy on the other side are thousands, while she is alone, which is a typical one-on-one situation against a group of people.
The fire Qilin rushed forward first, the sound of its hooves hitting the ground forming a continuous beat. The warriors from the Zhurong tribe swung various fire knives and spears, looking from afar like a sea of flames rushing over.
They seemed to possess some kind of secret method, their life forces connected to each other. Enormous humanoid shadows roared repeatedly in the flames, resembling the fire ancestor witch, Zhurong.
Deng Chanyu silently watched, feeling a bit doubtful. Could it be that Huanglong Zhenren also encountered such powerful enemies in the first test?
