The Prodigies War

Early the next morning.

The nine heavenly gates all produced a terrifying avenue of divine brilliance.

View from the sky.

The nine heavenly gates are distributed like a huge circle, and in the center, there is an ancient Taoist altar with a range of ten feet.

This Taoist altar is shaped like a blooming lotus, and the whole body is covered and sealed by the mysterious power of the rules of destiny.

When the Nine Heavenly Passes changed, this "Lian Lian Taoist Temple" also changed accordingly.

Bang bang bang!

The power of the rules of destiny covering the altar exploded layer by layer like broken chains, and the entire altar seemed to wake up from the silence, glowing with a thick and vast original atmosphere.

When looking at it again, this Taoist altar was filled with light and clouds, chaos descended, and Shen Xi guarded it. There were occasional light and rain around it, and it became more and more mysterious.

this moment--

The cultivators of the major camps guarding the nine heaven gates were all dispatched for the first time, like a group of bright light rain, rushing to the area where the lotus altar is located.

This area is extremely vast, surrounded by nine heavenly gates, like a huge circular battlefield, and the altar of life lotus stands in the center of the battlefield.

Whoosh whoosh!

Groups of terrifying figures appeared, but when they were about to approach the Minglian Taoist altar, they all chose to stop.

the reason is simple.

Whoever rushes up now will become the target of public criticism!

In that case, it is destined to be expelled at the first time, or killed!

This kind of situation has happened many times in the past era.

The scene was silent, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing and chilling.

Around the altar of life lotus, dense figures of old monsters are stationed in different positions according to the different camps.

Lin Xun and his party were also here.

When they appeared, they even suddenly became the center of attention of the audience.

At the same time, Lin Xun saw many familiar faces.

Such as Jiang Mingshui and others, Du Feng and others of the Buddha's Era, and so on.

They looked at each other, and their hatred for each other collided in the air like invisible ripples.

"Are you Lin Xun?"

Suddenly, Chi Qianji, who was carrying the wine gourd in one hand and the other on his back, said with a smile.

"good."

Lin Xun looked over, his expression indifferent, he already knew the identity of Chi Qianji.

"I had a fight with your master back then, but he and I were neither enemies nor friends, and I have the same attitude towards you."

Chi Qianji said, "Just ask the level, regardless of the grievances."

"Can."

Lin Xun nodded slightly.

"Chi Qianji, when you fought against Bodhi in just three hundred rounds, you were so suppressed that you had to admit defeat. If you can't beat the disciple of the Master Fangcun this time, where will your old face go?"

Not far away, the sloppy old man Yi Wuyin opened his mouth, his eyes were sleepy, his tone was slow, with a sense of ridicule.

Chi Qianji laughed loudly, "If someone of my generation has long been flattered, so what if they lose?"

"If you want to do it, I can play with you."

Suddenly, a melodious voice sounded, and you saw Su Wanjun, who was dressed in red and as pretty as a girl, came from a distance.

Her appearance suddenly became the focus of attention of the audience.

Many old monsters showed surprises.

"Fellow Daoist Wanjun, have you never participated in this battle to snatch the lotus altar of life?"

Chi Qianji couldn't help but be surprised.

"I'll take a look."

As Su Wanjun spoke, she stood in the distance, alone, but no one dared to underestimate him.

The scene suddenly became silent.

"Everyone, is this competition still in accordance with the old rules of the past?"

Guan Qian of the Era of Dao

Qiu couldn't help but ask.

The so-called "old rules" means that each faction will send a top figure to fight, and the rules are very simple, and they will draw lots for decisive battles again and again.

The final winner can occupy the altar of life lotus.

Other camps must not snatch, otherwise, it will become the enemy of everyone.

This is done to avoid too many deaths.

But in fact, in the past years, even if the old rules were used to determine the ownership of the altar of the lotus, there would still be casualties.

However, as the so-called willingness to gamble to admit defeat, being killed cannot violate the rules that everyone tacitly agrees to.

Chi Qianji smiled and said, "Whether we follow the old rules or not depends on what Lin Xiaoyou and his enemies mean."

All of a sudden, all eyes turned to Lin Xun and Du Feng from the Era of Buddha, Jiang Mingshui from the Era of Gods, Weng Xinghai from the Era of Witchcraft and others.

And Du Feng, Jiang Mingshui, and Weng Xinghai all looked at Lin Xun.

The atmosphere suddenly became more depressed.

Lin Xun was silent for a moment, his eyes swept around, and he said, "Lin does not want to break the rules set by the seniors in the past. If it is possible, just follow the old rules."

Hearing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

If Lin Xun wanted to start a bloody storm near this lotus altar as he did a few days ago, it would definitely lead to an unpredictable melee!

After all, the relationship between the major camps is really complicated.

Make a simple analogy.

Some camps have enemies with Du Feng from the Age of Buddha, and similarly, some camps are friends with Du Feng.

Under such circumstances, once Lin Xun and Du Feng go to war, how could those camps who are friends with Du Feng stand by?

In the same way, seeing such an opportunity, how could the factions that are enemies of Du Feng and others not join forces?

As a result, a larger-scale melee is destined to break out.

Du Feng, Jiang Mingshui, Weng Xinghai and the others are also well aware of this kind of thing.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Lin Xun and Du Feng really start a war, most of the old monsters scattered around this lotus altar will be involved!

This is called pulling one hair and moving the whole body.

And Lin Xun's answer can undoubtedly prevent this from happening.

Therefore, at this moment, Du Feng, Weng Xinghai, Jiang Mingshui, they all breathed a sigh of relief, but they were not afraid of fighting against Lin Xun.

But at the juncture of snatch the life lotus altar, they care more about whether they can snatch the opportunity to go to the Zhongmiao Dao Ruins.

"Then according to the old rules, each of our camps will send a fellow Taoist to participate in the battle. Others, etc., can only watch the battle and not interfere."

Chi Qianji opened his mouth with a smile.

Soon, the cultivators of the major factions who wanted to participate in the battle were selected one by one.

There are nineteen in total.

Like Dufeng and Jiang Mingshui, they originally came from Jiugong Tianguan together. But they belonged to different camps after all, and at this moment, they each dispatched a top figure to participate in the war.

On the Wuxingtianguan side, Lin Xun participated in the battle without any accident.

He glanced at the other fighters, and his heart suddenly became clear.

The Buddha's Era sent Du Feng to fight, the Witch's Era sent Weng Xinghai to fight, and Jiang Mingshui's camp sent Jiang Mingshui to fight.

In addition, there are some people who let Lin Xun pay attention.

Like Chi Qianji, Yi Wuyin, and others, these are all bigwigs based on the top level of the life lotus world, and each has an unfathomable background, far from being comparable to characters like Huanglong Zhenjun.

And Su Wanjun, who was most feared by the old monsters present, did not participate as she said.

"Now we can start the draw. There is a blank lot. If anyone wins, they can smoothly enter the next round of competition."

Chi Qianji said, with a wave of his sleeve robe, a mysterious light emerged, changed in the void, and condensed into a lottery tube, and inside the lottery tube were nineteen "Dao fortunes" transformed by the power of the Dao.

Because the number of people participating in this battle is nineteen.

Therefore, except for one blank sign, the other eighteen sticks are divided into two groups, and the signs are all engraved with nine numbers from one to nine.

Those who draw the same number are the opponents.

Once the dao sign is completed, no one can do it.

Not even Chi Qianji.

This kind of rule has prevailed for many epochs in this life lotus world.

Immediately, everyone stepped forward to start drawing lots.

When it was Lin Xun's turn, he drew a lottery with the number "six" written on it, and his opponent was another person holding a "six" lottery.

And the "six" sign, also represents the order of play is six.

"The two people who have drawn the one-word signature, please come out, and the others will retreat."

Chi Qianji spoke loudly.

Immediately, the crowd dispersed, leaving only two figures standing in the field.

They were Jiang Mingshui and an old monster named Fei Husheng.

"Are the two of you going to decide whether to fight for life or death, or fight for victory or defeat?"

Chi Qianji asked.

Invariably, Jiang Mingshui and Fei Husheng both chose the outcome of the battle.

"Fellow Daoist, how about our three moves to decide the outcome?"

Fei Husheng opened his mouth.

He is dressed in gray robes, looks like a young man, and carries a pair of blue short halberds. He is an old monster who has survived five times of lifelessness.

"Can."

Jiang Mingshui nodded.

Soon, the war broke out.

The two old monsters used their own methods to attack with all their strength.

The situation of the battle could not be described as tragic, but it could be described as thrilling, because three moves were needed to determine the outcome, whether it was Jiang Mingshui or Fei Husheng, they all used the hole cards at the bottom of the pressure box, and the magical powers they displayed were more terrifying than the other.

After three moves, Jiang Mingshui narrowly won.

Fei Husheng left the stage sadly, and the old monsters in his camp all showed a bitter color.

Fei Husheng's defeat meant that even those of them who were in the same camp as Fei Husheng lost the chance to seize the Minglian Taoist altar in this battle.

But when he witnessed this scene, Lin Xun immediately relaxed. At least, Jiang Mingshui was not eliminated in the first round of battle, and he still had the opportunity to clean him up himself.

"Next, the two fellow Taoists who have drawn the 'two' sign, please come on stage."

Chi Qianji announced.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two figures appeared in the field, one with a solemn appearance, the other dressed in a white monk robe, holding a snow-white dust whisk, and it was Du Feng, the leader of the Buddha's Era.

The other is an old monster named "Yong Xing", who is also a giant comparable to Jiang Mingshui and Zhu Tianjun.

But when he saw that his opponent was Du Feng, Yong Xing frowned, then showed a wry smile, shook his head and sighed: "There is no need to fight, I admit defeat."

If this happened in the second or third round, Yong Xing still had the confidence to fight the opponent.

After all, after one or two battles, no matter how strong Du Feng is, his combat power will definitely be lost, and even if he is seriously injured, it is very likely that he will be picked up by others.

But now, Du Feng in his peak state is simply not something that Yong Xing can compete with.

Therefore, he simply conceded defeat.

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The third one is sent.

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