"Xiaobao, Xiaoyao, you are top-notch beings formed from the essence of heaven and earth. You have unique camouflage conditions. With my secret method, you can completely conceal your aura and disguise yourself as an ordinary plant..."

An Bulang began to teach the Heavenly God Treasure Tree and Heavenly Ghost Demonic Tree how to hide their aura and attach themselves to his body.

This technique is very similar to the technique of the little suckling pig lying in his shadow.

Only by being concealed in this way can it become his trump card and bring unexpected effects to the enemy.

There is no difference between gods, ghosts and immortals and real immortals.

No matter where they go, they can have a high status.

The top sects in the Holy Domain, such as the Chaoyang Holy Sect, can also serve as elders.

In other words, An Bulang is now equivalent to having two elders of the Holy Sect protecting him personally.

In addition, he still maintains eighteen statues of gods in the Najie space, but they are still receiving his nourishment and have not yet turned into real gods.

If he can become a real god, the power he possesses will definitely be a force that cannot be ignored!

An Bulang walked out of the secret realm.

There was a middle-aged man with red hair and a strong body in front of him, waiting outside.

"Little friend An Lang, you have come out, how are you doing in seclusion?" Jiu Ming Zhenxian grinned.

"Very good, thank you, Senior Jiu Ming, for taking care of me." An Bulang said gratefully.

Jiu Ming Zhenxian immediately waved his hand and said with a smile: "What are you talking about?"

Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something, and as if he couldn't hold it back, he secretly sent a message: "The Emperor... you came from Hongmeng Continent. Did you break through Emperor Xiaoyao's secret hand?"

An Bulang thought for a while and said, "Part of it is."

"Let me just say...it can make all the Supreme Emperors so angry that they even make the Crystal Phoenix Supreme take the risk and break into the Hongmeng Continent. It turns out that the one who really turns the tide of the war has a lot to do with you, the emperor's son... A tiger father has no dog son...

"Jiu Ming Zhenxian expressed emotion.

An Bulang just smiled and was too lazy to speak.

To be honest, his most annoying comment is that a tiger father has no dog sons...

It's as if you accidentally turned into a bitch and disgraced not only yourself but also your father. If he's not awesome, why does he always have to be linked to his father?

But An Bulang also knew that it was more difficult than anyone else to step out of his father's glory.

From this aspect, he took on a hell-level challenge.

Of course, he could also do nothing and be the top second-generation immortal in peace, enjoying the glory that his father brought him. In this way, his life would definitely be more comfortable than all the second-generation immortals in the universe.

It is definitely impossible to maintain a stable character.

"Little friend An Lang, if you want to participate in the Ten Thousand Realms Competition, do you need a stronger identity, such as being the Holy Son of the Chaoyang Holy Sect? I have talked with Yuanyang Tianxian. If you want to be the Holy Son,

Tomorrow, the Holy Son of Beiyang will be deprived of his status as the Holy Son by the Holy Sect Leader because he stepped into the sect master's hall with his left foot first..."

What Jiu Ming True Immortal said made An Bulang's jaw drop.

"No need, really no need, I need to keep a low profile!"

An Bulang extremely seriously rejected Jiu Ming Zhenxian's proposal.

To be honest, what he hates most is this kind of unrestricted flattery.

Alas, he just wants to be a quiet and handsome man. Why do you want to please me like this?

This makes his journey of challenge a breeze!

At this time, Beiyang Holy Son of Chaoyang Holy Sect did not know that he had just encountered a crisis, and the young man helped him resolve another crisis.

He was taking a rest in Guanyunting Pavilion, thinking about how to crush An Lang to death.

"Jiang Shan, you are the well-deserved leader among our sect's tribulation geniuses. I heard that your next competition is with Mo Shi, a monk from the lower realm. Her relationship with An Lang is not simple..."

"Haha, a scumbag who has just entered the stage of transcending tribulation dares to participate in the competition. Take advantage of the opportunity of the competition to strike hard, and you must not show mercy!"

"Okay, Holy Son, just wait for my good news."

A man with dark skin had a cruel smile on his face.

Chaoyang Holy Sect, hundreds of thousands of talented disciples gathered together and began their internal competition.

Only geniuses under 100 years old can participate in this competition.

Even in the huge Chaoyang Holy Sect, monks who can enter the stage of transcending tribulation within a hundred years are very rare. After searching the entire sect, there are only about twenty people. These people are all seeds that can become immortals. Their qualifications are unparalleled and amazing.

Unparalleled.

"Who do you think can enter the top ten of the sect in this competition?"

"The two candidate saints are neither Qingxue nor Qingyue who are a hundred years old. They will definitely enter the top ten. There is also Dugu Yao, the son of Chaoyang in my sect, who is already the eighth level of Xiantai at the age of seventy.

His cultivation is astonishing and talented, and he has even made it to the top 100 in the list of the top ten sacred gods. He will definitely be in the top ten."

"Dugu Yao... He is truly a genius that is unrivaled in the world. It's a pity that the Holy Son of Beiyang became an immortal earlier than him. Otherwise, there's really no telling who will be the Holy Son of my sect."

"Jiang Shan can definitely enter the top ten."

"I heard that there are also three monks from the lower realm who have entered the competition. That An Lang will definitely be able to enter."

"Haha, there is a monk named Mo Shi. He has just passed through the first level of tribulation, and he wants to participate in the competition. He has no skills at all. Do you really think that the genius of our Chaoyang Holy Sect is made of clay?"

When it comes to Lang Meng and others, some disciples of the Chaoyang Holy Sect cannot help but ridicule them.

We can't blame them for being xenophobic. The main reason is that An Bulang was too arrogant when he entered the sect, which made many people feel unhappy, but he couldn't do anything about the young man and could only vent his anger on other people.

Competitions began one after another.

The Tianjiao disciples of the Chaoyang Holy Sect showed their great sect style, and their use of various Taoist and magical arts were superb, putting the two big bosses of the Wentian clan to shame.

Although their cultivation level is higher than that of most geniuses.

But their skills and their use of various powers are very different from these geniuses.

"Well, look at what they look like when they are dozens of years old, and look at what we look like when we are dozens of years old..."

"You are worthy of being a Holy Sect. Some people have only lived for dozens of years, and they are even more powerful than us, an old man who has lived for thousands of years..."

Wang Feng, the supreme elder of the Wentian clan, was filled with emotion as he watched the extremely exaggerated competition between geniuses in front of him.

Not long after, bursts of cheers began to come from the field.

It turns out that Jiang Shan from the Chaoyang Holy Sect is going to have a showdown with the monk Mo Shi from the lower realm.

Some Tianjiao disciples of the Chaoyang Holy Sect have long disliked the monks from the lower realm. Now that they have the opportunity to educate the monks from the lower realm, they are excited and looking forward to it.

The man with dark skin and burly body stepped onto the competition dojo step by step.

The wind and clouds swirled, turning into terrifying dark fire dragons that wrapped around his body.

His pupils opened, like a demon opening his eyes, and an extremely terrifying pressure enveloped the delicate woman in plain clothes.

Mo Shi felt extremely powerful oppression.

The Jiang Shan in front of him is not a cat or a dog, but a genius recognized by the Chaoyang Holy Sect who can enter the top ten tribulations.

At their level, they have already cultivated the sect's Chaoyang Holy Law to the extreme, condensing a flame that is infinitely close to the fairy fire, which can burn the stars and destroy all things!

"Junior sister Mo Shi, since you are on stage, I can only treat you as a formidable enemy. If I don't control my strength well and hit too hard, please forgive me." Jiang Shan grinned.

Extremely cold.

He said this just to prepare for the violent Mo poem that followed.

Mo Shi naturally felt the other party's intention, frowned slightly and said: "It doesn't matter, if you want to fight, then fight!"

Boom!

The pitch black flame turned into a torrent and tsunami, rolling up thousands of feet of fire waves, carrying extreme heat and burning.

Everyone exclaimed, they did not expect Jiang Shan to be so violent and terrifying when he took action.

"This is the mutated Chaoyang Holy Fire. It can melt Tao power and burn out laws. A cluster of flames can melt the body of a tribulation-transcending monk. Brother Jiang Shan can actually release so much..."

"Oh no, you were so ruthless when you struck out. Wouldn't the female nun be burned to death directly?"

Just when the geniuses were shocked, the woman's steps moved, and her body moved like a ray of light and shadow.

She moved to the top of a mountain in the blink of an eye, avoiding the torrent of flames that could swallow up and melt everything.

"She actually dodged it!"

"It's so fast..."

Some monks in the Tribulation Stage feel that they cannot keep up with the speed of women.

"Don't run away!" Jiang Shan's voice came out from the torrent of flames.

He enveloped the endless dark flames, roared to the sky and earth, condensed into a black dragon crawling out of hell, leaped high from the endless flame ocean, and crashed into the mountain where Mo Shi was!

The flaming black dragon opened its mouth and swallowed up mountains and rivers. It swallowed Mo Shi and the mountain she was on in one mouthful, melting the mountain with extreme high temperature.

"Mo Shi was eaten?"

"No, she's there!"
To be continued...