Wild beast war god

The man next to the black-clothed youth couldn't help but reveal a look of longing when he said this. Then he looked at his daughter next to him sadly and sighed softly...

"Of course……"

"Even the first sword is extremely difficult. There is only one in ten thousand people who can enter the Extreme Prison Heavenly Tower to practice in the Feather Alliance Hall."

"Dad, I don't know when I will have this honor."

The daughter was still young and couldn't feel her father's mood, so she pouted and asked...

"It is so difficult for people from our small place to cultivate to the Jitian Bagua realm. Is it even more difficult to enter the Jiyu period?"

He nodded heavily, and his father sighed again...

"So the Jiyutian Tower of the Yumeng Palace is the place where people from many small places can change their destiny. The Jiyutian cultivation method is extremely rare, but as long as you cultivate to the Jitian Bagua realm, you will have the opportunity to draw the sword."

"As long as we pull out even the first sword, we can change the fate of our entire clan and possess the method of the Ultimate Prison Stage from now on."

"If you can't reach the Ultimate Prison, you will always be at the bottom of the vast universe."

Hearing this, the young man in black silently withdrew his gaze and looked quietly at the ninety-nine swords in front of the Jiyutian Tower.

He saw an old man struggling with the first sword, but he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried.

This old man, just as the father next to him said, seemed to be carrying the hope of their clan...

Suddenly, a guard from the Feather Alliance rushed forward and said coldly, "Time is up, next one."

The old man was driven out directly. He returned to the crowd of onlookers, and then a large number of his clansmen surrounded him.

With a thud, the old man suddenly sat down on the ground, crying bitterly.

"I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to my ancestors."

All of his tribesmen looked disappointed, and most of them came forward to comfort the old man.

This scene, however, is not at all moving for the bystanders, and it happens almost every day.

After that...

A second old man walked out from the queue. He came to the first sword with a serious expression. This old man was also at the peak of Jitian Bagua Realm, and was also the strongest of a certain clan or sect.

Suddenly...dong dong dong.

A group of people suddenly walked out of the crowd, led by a young woman in a white dress. As soon as she arrived, the head of the guards of the Jiyutian Tower was immediately impressed, and he quickly rushed over to greet them...

"Junior Sister Yu, you are here to challenge me again. Which sword are you going to try this time?"

At the same time, the guards of the Jiyutian Tower surrounded her. It was obvious that this woman in white was very popular in the Yumeng Hall.

The woman stared at the Jiyutian Tower and replied casually, "Same as always, number eighty-six."

After saying that, the woman in white strode towards the ninety-nine swords of the Jiyutian Tower, and the people she brought with her followed.

see here...

The daughter of the father and daughter just now asked softly: "Daddy, why doesn't she need to queue?"

Upon hearing this, her father quickly covered his daughter's mouth and whispered, "This girl in white must be a core disciple of the Feather Alliance Hall. Of course, she doesn't need to queue up. Didn't you hear her say that it was the 86th sword?"

Hearing this, the young man in black next to him had a gleam in his eyes.

In his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness...

Sikong Jing's humanoid spirit stared at his younger brother Su's spirit and said, "It turns out that direct disciples don't need to queue up. Next, you will follow me to the Jiyutian Tower to find my father."

The young man in black is of course Sikong Jing, and he has already arrived at the Jiyutian Tower.

Just now, Sikong Jing had asked a few people at random, that is, asked the person who pulled out the "Jinglang Sword" whether anyone had come out of the Jiyutian Tower. The answer he got was of course: not yet.

So Sikong Jing knew clearly that his father was still on the ninetieth floor of the Jiyutian Tower.

Upon hearing this, the spirit of Su's younger brother froze and asked...

"You want to go find your father? You don't want to pull out the ninetieth sword, do you? You are dreaming. Do you think you can pull out the ninetieth sword whenever you want?"

Next to her, the spirit of Junior Sister Cheng also started to shout...

"Son of Sikong Ding, you are simply sick."

"Given your current situation, shouldn't you have hidden away for three days? Your purpose in coming to the Jiyutian Tower is to draw the sword. As someone from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm, how dare you be so high-profile?"

Sikong Jing was also a test subject and he sneaked out of Yujian Mountains.

Moreover, he also has to face the pursuit of Su Jingyi's family and so on. Logically, he should act low-key, observe the situation in secret first and find his father in secret. After all, this is also the Yumeng Palace.

But he actually did the opposite and wanted to rush out in a high-profile manner. What else could he be if not sick?

"In less than three days, the three-year period of the Eldar will be over."

"Whether the Spirit Tribe will wipe out the people of our Emperor Burial Spirit Seal Realm is still a big question mark... If the Spirit Tribe decides to wipe them out, then I only have three days left to live. If it were you, would you still care about keeping a high profile or a low profile?"

Sikong Jing's humanoid shadow lowered his voice and spoke into the ears of the two people.

Suddenly, the two were speechless.

There is a possibility that there are only three days left to live, so of course one must fight desperately in these remaining three days.

at this time……

The two spirit shadows sensed Sikong Jing's true form and had already taken a heavy step forward. Brother Su hurriedly shouted again: "You just said that direct disciples don't need to queue up, but you are not a direct disciple, and you are not even a member of the Yumeng Hall."

Junior Sister Cheng continued, "Yes, you can't challenge the Jiyutian Tower at all."

In response, Sikong Jing's humanoid spirit replied calmly: "Don't I have your disciple token?"

While the human-shaped spirit was speaking, Sikong Jing's real body had already stepped out of the crowd and walked towards the chief guard of the Jiyutian Tower who was still looking at the woman in white. Then Sikong Jing casually threw his younger brother's token over to him.

Throwing his hand out, Sikong Jing didn't even look at the guards and walked straight towards the ninety-nine swords.

The chief guard was still admiring the graceful figure of the woman in white, but was stunned when he suddenly received the token.

He subconsciously looked at Sikong Jing's back, then looked at the token in his hand.

"Direct disciple, Su Jingbie?" the chief guard said blankly.

Sikong Jing, with his back to the guards, nodded slightly, and he had already stepped into the ninety-nine swords.

The head of the guard lowered his head and looked at the token in his hand again. After confirming that it was correct, he did not say anything more. The other guards next to him said, "Su Jingbie, isn't he the younger brother of Su Jingyi? The young master of the Su family?"

"Su Jingyi, the unlucky one?" asked the second guard.

The first guard smiled back: "Yes, it's him..."

"Three years ago, Yuhua Emperor threw a mission slave ordered by the spirit race directly to the Su family, asking them to train him and see the effect. As a result, more than a month ago, Su Jingyi made a big joke with this slave."

All the guards remembered.

At this time, the head of the guards reminded: "Don't say that. No matter what Su Jingyi is, he is still one of the top 100 disciples now."