Chapter 237 Unlimited Elimination Tournament

The unlimited elimination tournament is specially designed for independent cultivators who are over the age limit but want to make one last fight.

After all, the original intention of the Ascension Conference was to appease the independent cultivators who were unable to advance. It was impossible to leave them with no way out and thus create greater resentment.

Moreover, the seven major sects have always turned a blind eye to the life and death of the participating monks.

Because of the death of a large number of high-level independent cultivators, the threat posed by independent cultivators to the seven major sects was reduced.

Mo Juren has taken over Zhang Tie's body, and the real bone age of this body is only seventeen or eighteen years old. If he wants to register to join a sect, he will definitely be accepted.

But Mo Juren also knew that after entering the sect, they would definitely have various means of detection in order to guard against people who took over other people's bodies.

If you were to be thought of as a spy who had infiltrated the sect with ill intentions, then all your previous efforts would be wasted and all your efforts would be in vain.

Therefore, Mo Juren did not think of signing up with any sect, but he did have some thoughts about the unlimited elimination of Han.

Anyway, as long as you defeat three people in the ring, you can get a foundation-building pill, which sounds like a good thing.

However, the registration for the unlimited elimination tournament has not yet begun, so Mo Juren, like many other casual cultivators, waited silently on the Tianwu Terrace.

As for the safety of the women in the Mo Mansion, Mo Juren could only leave it to fate. Because at this moment, even if he sneaked back, it would probably attract the pursuit of the Spirit Beast Mountain and put them in danger even faster.

And if Hu Pinggu reaches Honglian's secret sky realm, as long as she is obedient and lies low for a while, I believe she will be able to wait until the incident is over soon.

In this way, Mo Juren waited on the Tianwu Stage for three days, and finally the unlimited elimination tournament started accepting registrations!
Unlike the foundation-building cultivator sent by the sect, the one who came to preside over the registration this time was actually a Jindan cultivator!
I saw a silver horse-drawn chariot flying from the distant horizon, causing exclamations from a group of wandering cultivators.

This chariot is huge and is pulled by four metal horses in front. The body of the chariot is made of solid bronze and ebony, and the surface shines with a cold luster.

To the rear of the chariot was a compartment with a platform on the roof, on which sat a monk of striking and enigmatic appearance.

He was dressed in black, with long silver-gray hair casually falling on his shoulders, a long and narrow face, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were slanted towards the sky and slightly closed.

Soon someone recognized the person's identity.
"Oh my god, that's... the white-haired evil king Gu Ling!"

“White-haired Evil Monarch? So he is the legendary figure who is famous in Xinzhou, achieved the Golden Core as a casual cultivator, and always keeps to himself?!”

"Isn't this person always good and evil, with an unpredictable temperament? His hands are stained with the blood of many disciples of the seven major sects. Why is he the one who presided over this?"

Mo Juren didn't know the details of this, but from listening to people talking about it, it seemed that this monk named Gu Ling had many legendary experiences.

The man didn't say much nonsense. He drove the chariot that looked like a mechanical puppet to the Tianwu Platform. After everyone had calmed down from the chaos, he slowly opened his pair of slanted almond-shaped eyes and scanned the entire place.

Under his soul-stirring gaze, not only the independent cultivators present, but even the sect disciples, whether they were in the Qi Refining Stage or the Foundation Establishment Stage, all lowered their heads and dared not look him in the eye.

Mo Juren in the crowd was shocked. This was the pressure brought by the high-level cultivators. Just a glance made his heart seem like a storm!
It seemed as if I was naked under these eyes and couldn't hide anything.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment. Gu Ling spoke in his feminine voice,

"I have been entrusted by the seven major sects to host this Ascension Conference! The rules this year are very simple. Those who have registered for the sect arena, stay here; those who have registered for the unlimited elimination round, follow me first!" His voice was obviously not loud, but every word could be clearly heard by everyone. It was very magical.

Everyone was somewhat puzzled by his arrangement. An old-timer who had participated in several Ascension Conferences could not help but wonder,
"May I ask Xie Jun, the elimination matches in previous years were all held at Tianwutai. Does this year's unlimited elimination match have to be held in a different location?"

The White-haired Evil Lord glanced at the man, and the man suddenly felt cold all over, as if he was frozen.

After slightly punishing the man, the White-haired Evil Lord still "explained",

"Since someone asked, I will tell you that if a cultivator over 40 years old wants to stay in Tianwutai, he can, but there will be no reward."

"If you want a chance to get the Foundation Establishment Pill, get on my chariot and you'll have a chance. You can stay or leave as you please!"

After saying this, he waited quietly.

The crowd was in an uproar, and many people wanted to make a fuss and ask questions, but because of what happened to the previous person who spoke out, they suppressed their anger.

Soon, under the pressure of silence, an older cultivator made up his mind, bowed, and was the first to get into the silver carriage.

Under his leadership, soon almost all the older cultivators who were looking forward to the Foundation Establishment Pill got into the carriage of the White-haired Evil Lord.

The strange thing is that the carriage seems to have endless space. No matter how many people get in, it never seems to be full. It looks like it should be a treasure of magic level.

Only then did Mo Juren realize the meaning of what Han Yunzhi said, "Don't come to the Ascension Conference." It seemed that this time there would be some unexpected things that were different from the past, which made Mo Juren very worried.

So he decided to "play dead", not wanting to put his own safety in the hands of this powerful master who he could not compete with at all.

Unexpectedly, the opposite happened. The white-haired evil king saw through Mo Juren's plan at a glance and named several monks who had the same idea as him.
"You, you, you, and you, have you four registered at the sect's arena?"

Some casual cultivators tried to make an excuse,
"No... no... we are just here to take a look, we don't want to sign up..."

The White-haired Evil Lord snorted, and the wandering cultivator immediately became weak-legged and boarded the carriage on his own accord.

Mo Juren sighed secretly. Now that he had been identified, there was no way to escape.

If I am not self-aware, the White-haired Evil King will focus on me, and I will be in even greater disaster, and all my treasures will be in danger.

So Mo Juren had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow the three people into the carriage.

The White-haired Evil Lord nodded in satisfaction and said to the rest of the people,

"Those of you who are participating in the sect competition, everything will remain the same! The independent cultivators who come up later can only go up the mountain, not down. Everything will be arranged when I come next time. Do you understand?"

All the sect disciples and independent cultivators responded immediately, expressing their understanding...

(End of this chapter)