There are many miraculous creatures in my sect

"This is the fate of wanting to quit!" Azak, the lord of the Tingyu Dizong of the Luo Clan, said in a deep voice. Not far from him, a disciple of Youzong who was trying to escape was knocked down by a thunderbolt. They were all burnt.

Azak looked around at the frightened and angry people present, looked up to the sky and smiled and said, "Why do you wonder why Heaven will help me? Because... this is the court of judgment! You goddamn people have a bad memory, so let me tell you... in the end Why."

Only Zhang Mohai and a few extremely old elders remained silent.

A Dizong suzerain excitedly said: "You knew...you knew what happened!"

Zhang Mohai snorted coldly, and said coldly, "Shut up."

"This matter... I'm afraid we have to start talking about it tens of thousands of years ago." Azak put his hands behind his back, looking joking.

At that time, the gods of the Qiantian Continent had just established their sect, and the dragons were all over the sea, and the world was in chaos.The Luo tribe also wanted to take a share of the pie and take root in Qiantian. However, they were aliens after all. They were rejected by the collective and were expelled to the border grassland all the way. They were not allowed to step into Qiantian.From then on, they lived and practiced in a place where spiritual energy and resources were extremely scarce. For a long time, almost no one knew that there was such a group of people.

Azak recalled the murals and stories handed down from his ancestors, and said with a sneer: "You think we are only worthy of being expelled, and Luo Xian has no choice but to ask for a fair competition, so you...planned a competition in the arena."

At that time, the person in charge of Qiantian was Immortal Biluo, the world's first Void Realm power, he found the Summoning Sky Stone, and used it as an excuse for a competition.On the same day, they summoned Tiandao to testify. The loser must fulfill the winner's request, and he... as the main contestant, has the right to control everything.

As a result, this competition was extremely despicable and dirty. One side randomly added many shameless rules and regulations during the competition, slaughtering most of their clan, and finally ended in a complete victory.

As soon as they were kicked out, the cultivator sect established by Great Immortal Bi Luo began to strife, split into countless sects vying for territory, but he didn't care about it anymore, after the Luo clan was imprisoned in the grassland, he ascended as he wished, All cultivators are left to explore by themselves.

"At that time, the old thief Bi Luo said that if we want to fight back, we are welcome at any time. The way of heaven is the witness, and no one can disobey." Azak smiled proudly, "You think the Summoning Stone is destroyed, no! Our ancestors Replaced it and hid it until this month... we tracked it down and found it."

Huo Ling glanced at Zhang Mohai, and said, "You were the first one to come, the Sky Summoning Stone that you opened together with him?"

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him.

Zhang Mohai sneered and said: "But every Tianzong knows about this past, why are you pretending to be innocent? There is reincarnation in the law of heaven, since someone comes to collect debts, it must be answered."

The elders of the You Sect could not stand still, and they staggered: "No wonder... no wonder you insist on us coming... no wonder... you Tianzong have been so indulgent in silence..."

Mei Mujiu was also taken aback, and said in a low voice: "So... this is not an ordinary arena at all, we are now in a difficult situation."

Before Qin Hengxiao could offer a word of comfort, Azak said loudly again: "I have included this cliff in my territory, and no one can get out! As the law of heaven proves, the first fifty victors will get everything... we What it should be!"

Zhang Mohai sneered, "What do you think will happen after all these years?"

"As a result... it will happen naturally." Azak's eyes were shining brightly. "We have plenty of ways to get it back."

"Stop gossiping." Huo Ling shouted in a deep voice, "If you want to hit, hit it."

Azak laughed and said, "Happy!" Then he spoke an obscure language of the Luo people, and a strong man jumped onto the stage.

Finally arrived at Xuanlangtian Sect.

Wei Yan was sitting cross-legged eating sweets, when he heard the suzerain calling him, he was stunned for a while before he realized it, and glanced at a few tall men on the stage: "..."

"Brother, help." Wei Gan said pitifully.

Wei Sui was also a little worried, but he tidied up his clothes anyway, and said softly, "Just go up, if he dares to kill you, I'll fight him to the death."

"Alas..." The little ghost groaned for a while, but he still stood up. As soon as he stood opposite the man, his eyes changed instantly, "Looking for your grandpa, do you want to live?

Wei Xuan: "..."

This was over very quickly.

Wei Gan's sword was picked out at the beginning, and after a moment of beating with bare hands, he fell from the stage because of hiding the sword.

Wei Zixuan took the little apprentice back and taught him a lesson all the way, Wei Yan simply pretended to be dizzy before stopping.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Sui stabbed the man half to death with a few moves, and defended the ring ten times in a row before bringing the score back. In the end, they temporarily changed the rules and went directly against the Nascent Soul cultivator. If he didn't hide in time, the golden core was almost broken.

According to this rule, they summoned thousands of Jindan disciples to go up and fight one by one, and they won 48 victories to [-] victories in one fell swoop.

"De Sui, go up." Zhang Mohai heard the Nascent Soul cultivator roll call, so he had to send his most potential apprentice up.He just arrived at the Golden Core Dzogchen this month, and he is only one point away from cultivating the Nascent Soul.

Zhang Mohai was so nervous for the first time, but his face was still as calm as water.

Zheng Desui raised his sword and flew up, his eyes cast a contemptuous look, with the appearance of an emperor: "I will seek my own death."

He was completely different from Zhang Qianqing back then. As soon as the sword was unsheathed, he could hear the dragon chant, and even his eyes were lit with flames, and the unique coercion of Di Ze permeated instantly.

"The first sword, kneel to the emperor!" Zheng Desui pressed the hilt tightly, his black robe was stirred by the sword energy, and a golden dragon leaped out from his sword, following the length he stabbed through. The sword flew over.

Qingzi immediately felt that his knees were heavy, and he wished he could kneel down. He used his spiritual power to lift himself up, and said in his mouth, the surging spiritual power formed two wind swords in his hands, and he just cut it lightly. , cut off Zheng Desui's sword energy around his knees, his legs loosened in an instant, and he floated to the ground.He persisted in rushing towards Zheng Desui with two wind blades, and the wind current formed by the wind blades cut several deep grooves on the round platform.

I saw Zheng Desui holding the long sword tightly, but standing still, sneered, and shouted angrily: "Whoever doesn't kneel - will be punished!"

"Four styles, stick villain!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword glow suddenly rose, and the sword energy imprisoned Qingzi in the air like a stick, and the sound of the sword energy's whipping resounded through the round platform.Sweat oozes from the tip of Qingzi's nose, and sharp pain spreads from all parts of his body to his consciousness. For a moment, he really thought that he was being tortured with a rod in the palace. Shame and anger filled his mind. It was only then that he suddenly woke up, and with a loud shout, the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage was running wildly, and he broke free from the restraint.

In a blink of an eye, his wind blade swept Zheng Desui several feet away.

Zheng Desui fell heavily to the ground, a stream of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, he wiped it away with the back of his hand, stood up holding his sword, and said hello several times, but his eyes were still so disdainful: "Whoever is disrespectful, you should be punished. Nine moves, behead the rebellious minister." .”

He paused every word, and every time he paused, the sword left a bloodstain on Qingzi's body.

The coercion Zhang Qianqing learns is the prestige of a fox pretending to be a tiger, but he... is the real self-made emperor, all the power comes from himself, and he is as calm and majestic as he is patrolling his own mountains and rivers on the ring.

Qingzi's shoulders sank under his coercion, as if his limbs were about to separate from his torso, without thinking about it, he immediately wrapped himself airtight with spiritual power, he spat secretly, and the wind blade changed under his force. It grows longer and longer, the spiritual power surges, and the wind blade destroys everything wherever it goes.

Both of them were rushing towards each other with their spiritual power, and soon they collided, the blades met, the sword energy vibrated, and the round platform roared, several suzerains glanced at each other and immediately protected the ring from collapsing with luck.

This is the real test.

Zhang Mohai looked at his apprentice with satisfaction, and nodded in satisfaction.Many monks also lamented one after another. Previously, they watched the competitions between low-level disciples, and they were not very exciting. This one finally looked a little bit like this. What's more, this is a cross-level comparison. No downside.Thinking of crossing realms, many people present who participated in the Zongmen Grand Competition secretly looked at Qin Hengxiao.They all still remember how the boy was such a sensation back then, and this time... they are even more looking forward to it.

Qin Hengxiao, who was focusing on the ring, didn't pay attention to these gazes, neither did Mei Mujiu.

"Compared with him, what are your chances of winning?" Mei Mujiu asked.

Qin Hengxiao pondered for a while, and said, "Eighty percent."

"What about Qingzi?"

"Ten percent."

Mei Mu raised her eyebrows: "It seems...Zheng Desui is really powerful."

Qin Heng smiled and said: "Master already has the answer, so why ask me?"

"...I just feel that it will be your turn soon."

During the conversation, the stage changed rapidly. The golden thread dragon on Zheng Desui's black robe was cut off, and his face and neck were cut with several scars by the wind blade. It was not easy for him. One of his eyes was already dripping with blood, and a deep crack was opened at the tiger's mouth.

Qingzi yelled miserably, almost unable to maintain the shape of the wind blade in his hand, he licked his pale lips, jumped up with a mournful cry, and slashed down with both swords.Zheng Desui turned around suddenly, raised his sword, his waist arched and popped out like a leopard, and when the wind blade was about to chop off his head, his sword had already penetrated Qingzi's back.

"Mr. Qing's side." Zheng Desui read softly, pulled out his sword, a stream of blood spurted out, and immediately after, he was rushed out of the ring by a fierce sword energy, and fell to the ground unconscious.

The Luo family was stunned by the ferocity of his sword for a moment, and saw Zheng Desui looking at himself with a pair of handsome eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I won, but I don't want anything. I just want... you continue Come on, this beat, I will guard."

The drums sounded again, and everyone cheered.

The sect disciples on Qiantian's side are helping each other, there is no barrier at the moment, they just want to win the matter quickly, no one cares which sect is on the stage, as long as they are not from the Luo clan.

Zheng Desui stood on the stage like a young emperor guarding his own territory, no matter how many conspiracy hidden weapons could defeat him.

The Luo people continued to revise the rules, and in the end they went directly to the great power of Yuanying Dzogchen. At this time, Zheng Desui had won 29 games in a row, and was already panting from exhaustion. It flew out.

Everyone was silent, they just looked at him with admiration, and some disciples even bowed deeply to him a few times.

Afterwards, the people of the Luo clan despicably called Song Qinglu's name again. Mei Mujiu immediately wanted to protest, but she finally endured it.

It is worth mentioning that even though the difference in realm is so large, Song Qinglu persisted for a full quarter of an hour. When he was beaten down, he was only slashed on his chest. A little bandage was fine, and he even broke through the realm right after he got down. .

But at this time... 49 wins to 49 wins.

Both sides are only one win away.

The powerful Nascent Soul Dzogchen looked around the monks present, and finally said the name that everyone wanted to hear.

"Fu Xianzong Wuli Daoist Qin Hengxiao, after resting for so long, it's time to play."

Qin Hengxiao and him looked at each other indifferently for a long time, provoked Xiaoduan, and said with a light smile, "I've been waiting for a long time."