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At last, Chu Yan's heart started beating crazily. Wusilanma couldn't help but glare at him fiercely.
Chu Yan smiled, and placed a medicinal pill in front of Wusilanma, "I saw that your breathing was a little disorderly just now, it should be that guy who sneakily attacked you and injured you.
If you are injured, don't try to be brave. Eat this pill. "
"Only when someone is injured will you receive …." Wusilanma immediately retorted.
But before she finished, she understood Chu Yan's meaning.
Chu Yan knew she wasn't hurt.
He only saw the slight unhappiness in his heart.
So now he was using this method to coax himself.
Instantly, Wusilanma felt her heart soften, as if she had been struck.
However, she didn't want to admit that she was touched. She glared at Chu Yan and humphed. She opened her mouth, rolled up the elixir tongue and put it into her mouth.
En, it was sweet!
In the past Immortal Gathering, the first round of battles would usually last for ten or even twenty days.
But this time, the number of people who participated could be said to be the first. The disciples who participated in the competition had the strongest history, and the cultivators from the various dynasties and sects who came to watch the ceremony also had the most history.
However, the time it took for the first round to take place was the shortest in history.
The brilliance of the battle was also lacking, to an unbelievable degree.
As long as the disciples of the Violet Myrtle Sect encountered it, this battle would come to an end.
Just this sort of fight alone was enough to save who knew how much time.
No one knew what the sect heads and elders of the various sects on the Proclamation of Azure Sky were feeling.
However, at least among the cultivators on the Immortal Island, other than the disciples of the Purple Wei Sect, everyone else couldn't help but mutter in their hearts.
This was clearly an event that was recorded in the annals of history, but now, it had been completely destroyed by the Violet Myrtle Sect.
However, they didn't know it yet. Not only that, they were also complacently thinking of a way to "admit defeat voluntarily and save spiritual energy".
This was the most infuriating aspect of it.
But of course, the disciples of the Violet Myrtle Sect were also angry.
The target of their anger was Chu Yan.
In their eyes, their plan was perfect.
According to their plans, this year's Conclave of Immortals would be called the grand ceremony of Emperor Taiqing returning, and it would also be called the grand ceremony of the Violet Wei Sect stepping on the position of Heaven's Edge Sect.
But now, it was destroyed by Chu Yan in public.
The Violet Myrtle Sect had even lost a war general because of this.
Chu Yan also shamed his reputation, which had never been tarnished.
It could be said that if it wasn't for the fact that they were afraid of the Heaven's Edge Sect's true fairyland, they would have done everything they could to kill Chu Yan and his companions.
Numerous gazes full of hatred shot over from the direction of the Violet Myrtle Sect disciples.
However, these gazes did not harm Chu Yan at all.
It didn't even cause a ripple in his mood.
At this moment, Chu Yan's gaze fell on the Immortal Ranking.
Until now, there were only two people left who had yet to battle.
One of them was a disciple who was at the peak of the second level of celestial mood stage.
Chu Yan didn't know this disciple, so he didn't care.
What he was concerned about was this disciple's opponent — Mo Yu!
It was unknown if it was intentional or not, Mo Yu was placed in the last round of the first round of the magic battle.
At this moment, there were actually quite a few cultivators paying attention to Mo Wuji's silence.
After all, in order to create momentum for Mo Yu, the Violet Myrtle Sect had opened dozens of secret realms.
And during that period of time, Mo Yu also displayed her shocking strength.
In the first half of the year before the Concourse of the Immortals, he was lively for a while, and after making a series of astonishing achievements, he calmed down.
The explanation given by the Heaven's Edge Sect was that Mo Wuji was focusing on his cultivation and preparing for the Assembly of Immortals.
At this very moment, it was his first battle since coming out of seclusion.
The other cultivators on the Immortal Island were all concerned about how much Mo Wuji's power would increase after his closed door cultivation.
Those disciples who weren't from the Violet Myrtle Sect, but were aiming to make it into the higher ranks of the Immortal Gathering, cared more about Mo Yu's strength.
However, Chu Yan was only concerned about Mo Yu, and whether he was the same person as the last two times.
Chu Yan had suspected before that Mo Yu was just an identity, not a fixed person.
Everything he had seen in the past, whether it was that weird secret chamber of the Xi Family, or the change in Mo's silent temperament, or the dispersing of his soul, it all showed that he could be an even more complicated 'puppet'.
"When I went to save Father, I met Mo Yu. Compared to when I met her in the secret realm, she was like a completely different person.
"Right now, this guy is silent..."
Chu Yan muttered in his heart.
At this moment, he looked at Mo Yu who was flying towards the center of the island without saying a word. He felt that Mo Yu was like a bottomless crevice.
Just a single glance was sufficient to send chills down one's spine, numbing their scalp, and weakening their body.
Chu Yan activated his Path of Wisdom and looked into the depths of Mo Yu's silence.
In that instant, it was as if his line of sight passed through space and time and entered that terrifying rift.
Inside the crack, it was pitch black with despair.
However, within this darkness, there seemed to be a surging rage that wanted to destroy the heavens and the earth.
This was Mo Yu's true intention.
Extreme rage!
It was completely different from Chu Yan's initial encounter with Mo Yu.
Chu Yan retracted his Path of Wisdom and pondered.
"Looks like my previous guess isn't wrong. Mo Yu isn't a person, but an identity.
This Mo Yu was probably the strongest one around.
Or perhaps, it could be said to be the most suitable person for this Conclave of Immortals.
It was a pity that the path of wisdom was good at divination and strategy.
If I could master the art of insight, I could see this silence more clearly.
"In fact, it's even possible to see through some of his essence."
Chu Yan shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. He turned his attention back to the last battle that was about to begin.
Once this round came to an end, out of the original one thousand two hundred celestial mood stage disciples, only five hundred and ninety-nine would remain.
Why 599 instead of half 600?
That was because Chu Yan had killed the Silver Combat General, so there was only one spot left.
At this time, Mo Yu and his opponent were already prepared in the center of the island.
As Mo Yu's opponent, this disciple was just about to speak, but Mo Yu suddenly shouted: "Lose!"
His five fingers suddenly stretched out, and multicolored divine light gathered over from all directions. In an instant, it was like a huge net, trapping the opponent who was at the second level of celestial mood stage into a huge cocoon.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The large cocoon suddenly contracted and the sound of a steel plate being pried rang out.
A miserable shriek came from within the cocoon as streams of blood seeped out and formed a large river on the ground.
However, this scream just sounded once and then there was no more movement.
The immortal island was also deathly silent.
"Trash." Mo Yu coldly snorted and withdrew the Five-Colored Divine Light, flying back to the jade platform.
— — The content is from [Mick Read]