In the secret chamber, Jian Wushuang's two Original Bodies appeared at the same time.
After that, his World Body continued to stay in the secret chamber to carefully comprehend the Nine-province Seal on the Mountain River Map, while his Slaughter Body quietly left the imperial city and went to an extremely remote mountain forest.
Jian Wushuang stood in the air above the mountain forest. In front of him, there were magic swords emitting light purple light.
There were 72 standard magic weapons, One-meter Swords!
Jian Wushuang had used the Blood-sky Swords when he used the Ninth-heaven Sword Formation, but now he used the more powerful One-meter Swords.
After taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang focused his eyes and a vast amount of Spiritual Power burst out.
"Ninth-heaven Sword Formation, combine!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh … The One-meter Swords immediately began to gather at an amazing speed. In just a moment, they combined into a light purple sword.
This light purple sword was not large in size. It was only about three meters long, but it was extremely sharp.
"Kill!"
Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed with killing intent, and the light purple sword was immediately exposed.
In the void, the light purple light flashed and disappeared.
Boom!
In the center of a mountain about three kilometers away from Jian Wushuang, a huge hole was directly pierced. The hole was in the shape of a spiral. Obviously, it was broken by a tyrannical strangulation force.
"The power is not enough, and it consumes too much Spiritual Power. It is not perfect."
Jian Wushuang immediately activated the sword formation for the second time.
In the mountain forest, Jian Wushuang's Slaughter Body began to devote himself to practicing the second sword formation.
Although Jian Wushuang had comprehended the second sword formation, he had not really used it. Naturally, he needed time to gradually practice it.
The two Original Bodies did not interfere with each other. They did their best to do their own things, and tried their best to improve their strength in preparation for the Selection Ceremony.
Time passed mercilessly.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
There were only two days left before the Selection Ceremony.
In the depths of the Imperial Palace, in a garden covered by restrictions.
Leng Rushuang, who was dressed in a white robe like ice, raised her head and looked up at the sky. "Is it almost time?"
"After dragging it out for so many years, what should come will come."
Leng Rushuang murmured as she slowly stretched out her jade-like hand. A gust of cold wind blew over, chilling to the bone.
"What a strong wind …"
In the Tang of the East, there were many clans with deep foundations. Among them, the strongest was undoubtedly the Xia Clan, which was known as the number one overlord clan.
However, other than the Xia Clan, there were a few other top clans in the Tang of the East. Their strength should not be underestimated.
The Beiming Clan was one of the most tyrannical clans. Among the many clans in the Tang of the East, its strength was second only to the Xia Clan.
In a magnificent palace in the Beiming Clan, a handsome middle-aged man in a gray robe with delicate short hair sat quietly on a chair with his eyes closed, his fingers tapping on the armrest.
In front of the middle-aged man in a gray robe stood several black-robed men respectfully. These black-robed men all looked ordinary and did not emit any aura. However, this was the reason why they were so terrifying.
These black-robed men were all genuine experts at the Dao Master level.
"Master, everything is ready." One of the black-robed men, a thin elder, said.
If Jian Wushuang were here, he would naturally recognize this thin elder as Di Jing.
In the Eternal World, there was only one person who was qualified to be called master by Di Jing, and that was Emperor Xiao!
The middle-aged man in a gray robe was Emperor Xiao!
"What about you?" Emperor Xiao glanced indifferently at a purple-robed man beside him.
The purple-robed man was the current Patriarch of the Beiming Clan, Beiming Hao. He had always been arrogant, but in front of Emperor Xiao, he had to restrain his arrogance.
"Emperor Xiao, our Beiming Clan is ready. We are just waiting for your order." Beiming Hao said respectfully.
"Good." Emperor Xiao nodded slightly, his deep eyes shining like gemstones. "With the power I have in my hands, the experts I invited, and the Beiming Clan, it's enough to fight with that bitch. Most importantly, that person has agreed to help."
"That person?"
Di Jing, the black-robed men, and Beiming Hao all showed a trace of excitement when they heard the person mentioned by Emperor Xiao.
If they could only try to fight against Emperor Leng with the strength they had now, with that person's help, they would have at least a 30% chance of winning.
"A 30% chance of winning is not a lot, but it is enough." Emperor Xiao clenched his fists and said, "Of course, everything depends on the final result. If Jian Wushuang is capable enough and that bitch still has some dignity, perhaps we won't have to do anything."
"Everything depends on two days later."
…
The Firmament Territory was an inconspicuous Territory in the vast Eternal World.
The Firmament Territory was still dominated by the three magnates, and Gumen was still the strongest top Sect.
Inside the huge Sect of Gumen, there was a lofty mountain palace. Palace Master Xuan Yi, dressed in a white robe, stood there with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.
He was tall and straight, like a pine or cypress.
A figure came from afar and appeared behind him.
"Palace Master Xuan Yi."
It was Palace Master Destruction, one of the 12 Palace Masters of the Dao Palace in Gumen.
"As you ordered, I have asked all the disciples of Gumen to gather in Tianfeng Valley. The Hunting Competition will begin tomorrow." Palace Master Destruction said.
"Oh?" Palace Master Xuan Yi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "With all the disciples there, Tianfeng Valley must be very noisy now. You Palace Masters should go and maintain order."
"Yes." Palace Master Destruction nodded, but he was very confused.
This time, the Ancient Sect held an unprecedented hunting competition, with the purpose of intensifying the competition among the disciples.
It was not a big deal, but the key was that all the disciples of Gumen were allowed to participate in the Hunting Competition.
Both the outer and inner disciples went to Tianfeng Valley, including the experts of Gumen, to maintain order.
In this huge Gumen, only Palace Master Xuan Yi was left.
It was just a Hunting Competition. Was it necessary for all the disciples to participate?
Although confused, Palace Master Destruction did not ask.
Only Xuan Yi was left at the top of the mountain. At this moment, Palace Master Xuan Yi slowly stretched out his hand, covering the sky above.
"Wind and rain are coming …"
"Little guy, I have sent you the betrothal gift. As for what happens next, it's up to you. I hope you can hold on. Don't let me down."
Xuan Yi murmured to himself. His voice was calm, but there was a hint of a smile in it. It slowly spread in the endless sky, lingering for a long time.
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