"That old man outside should be anxious if you keep chatting with me," Long Mu joked.
Long Chen finally remembered that he was talking to Elder Mu. He immediately left the Dragon Palace and regained consciousness. He said, "Elder Mu, I was distracted just now. The world is so big, and we're just too insignificant …"
"Don't worry, I believe that you'll become an expert like them sooner or later," said Elder Mu.
Then, Long Chen asked Elder Mu some questions about cultivation. After a long discussion, Elder Mu slowly said, "You said you don't belong to any sect? Are you interested in joining the Yan Tribe? "
Elder Mu finally voiced his wish. A genius like Long Chen who didn't belong to any faction was too rare. It was impossible for Elder Mu not to be tempted.
He saw Long Chen's hesitation and said, "We don't want you to stay forever. We just hope that you can stay. When you feel like it's okay, you can leave. We won't restrict you …"
Without restrictions, Long Chen was still weak. A half-step Hong Meng Chaotic Prime was nothing even in the periphery of the Hong Meng Extreme Realm. He would be staying here for a long time in the future.
The Yan Tribe was a very good choice.
Long Chen nodded and said, "Okay …"
Elder Mu smiled with relief. "Welcome to the Yan Tribe!"
…
At this moment, in a place thousands of kilometers away, two white-robed old men were playing chess in the clouds. Below them was an endless aura of the Netherworld.
The Netherworld was a dangerous place wandering in the Nine Great Hong Meng Extreme Realms. There was no vegetation, and the power of the Netherworld was unrestrained. It was rumored that it was once a battlefield of great powers. After they died, their flesh and blood turned into the Netherworld.
One of the old men suddenly looked at a certain space below. His gaze fell on a certain place in the netherworld. There was a dark aura gathering there, as if it was the abyss of hell. In this dark fog, a thousand meter tall life form was faintly discernible!
The will-o '-the-wisps in his eyes revealed his identity. He was an undead!
However, what was different from other undead creatures was that this undead creature's body actually had traces of flesh and blood, and its veins were clearly visible! The other undead were just clean skeletons.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that a King of the Nether World would be born in this trial. I wonder how many of these little fellows will survive this time …"
Another old man played chess unhurriedly and said, "We're only in charge of monitoring. Besides, it's just a bunch of useless lives. If they die, then they die. The weak have no reason to exist here at all!"
The Nether King roared, and the aura around him became even more terrifying! Runes flashed and a black aura sank into his body like an abyss. And behind this undead, there were countless pairs of green eyes. They were incomparably fierce and fierce, especially conspicuous in the dark fog!
His aura was terrifying, and countless trial takers fled frantically.
"Things are getting more and more interesting, hahaha …" A white-robed figure stood at the forefront of the fog. The light in his eyes flickered, and his entire person was like an unsheathed divine sword, showing off its sharpness.
Unlike the other trial takers, his white robe was like snow, and his aura was like an abyss. He was boundlessly domineering, and his entire body was shrouded in sword light. He was a majestic man who was thirty feet tall, and he held a dragon bone longsword tightly in his hand.
This person was Jian Shisan, who had been separated from Long Chen back then!
"I hope you won't disappoint me!" Jian Shisan said slowly.
Long Chen had used some tricks back then, and then the two of them parted in the space tunnel. Jian Shisan had arrived in this strange world and became an unfamiliar force field. In order to survive, he could only rely on the sword in his hand to kill.
He had a ruthless force, a force that did not care about his life. Even though he was seriously injured, he had stirred up many other trial takers and seized their power. There was a strange power in this trial ground that could seize the power of those who were killed and use it for himself.
It was this force that allowed him to quickly devour the Spirit Essence of the other undead to recover himself. Now, he had recovered his strength, and his strength had broken through to the Half-Step Hong Meng Chaotic Prime Realm. He was only one step away from becoming a Hong Meng Chaotic Prime.
However, this was far from enough. Jian Shisan had a terrifying desire for strength.
He needed more experts and more power! Only then could he achieve everything he wanted!
He wanted to kill the Hong Meng Chaotic Primes who had attacked at the periphery of the Martial Ancestor's polar region. He also wanted to find Long Chen and rescue Zhu Ziyin. He had many things to do.
Jian Shisan looked at the Nether King, and his eyes were burning with fighting spirit. As long as he could kill the Nether King, the Nether King's Life Essence would probably be able to help him reach the Hong Meng Chaotic Prime Realm.
"Looks like there's still no winner in this competition." One of the old men stopped what he was doing. The Nether King was a genuine Hong Meng Chaotic Prime undead. It was too easy for him to deal with these Hong Meng Chaotic Primes.
However, the other old man did not seem to care at all. It was as if he was used to this. He said, "They're just ants. So what if they're dead? Hurry up and find the next batch. We don't need weaklings."
Then, he looked at the Nether King who was massacring below and said, "Hurry up and absorb them! I can't wait to be resurrected! "
The old man stared at the dark fog in front of him without blinking. There was an indescribable calmness in his eyes. It was as if he had seen this scene thousands of times.
…
At this moment, a sword light wreaked havoc and charged directly at the Nether King.
"He's still too naive …" The shadow of an old man appeared and saw this scene. He sat opposite another old man on a stone bench and sipped his tea. He put away the chessboard, and there was a hint of regret in his eyes.
"If he didn't encounter the Nether King, with his strength, he'd probably be the winner this time."
The other old man did not have any expression on his face. He swirled his teacup and said, "That'll depend on his luck!"
"There can only be one winner in this game!"
The other old man heard this and said calmly, "That's true. There are too many geniuses. It's nothing if a few of them die. What a pitiful little fellow."
"Only the strongest living beings are qualified to become our sect's disciple. If he dies, it can only mean that he's not worthy …" The other old man said coldly. There was an indescribable coldness in his tone.
However, the other old man did not seem to believe him. He pursed his lips and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I don't believe it. Didn't you break the rules back then and that's why you were sentenced to this place?"
"It's up to you to believe it or not. This won't happen a second time!"
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