Nie Tian looked down at the endless Myriad Devil Abyss. Knowing that the Dragon Spring Vein he had been searching for was at the bottom of the abyss, a burning desire appeared in his eyes.
He had to obtain the Dragon Spring Vein!
Even if he knew that the bottom of the Myriad Devil Abyss was extremely dangerous, he would definitely enter it and search for the Dragon Spring Vein.
The following Struggle of the Nine Races would be held in the Myriad Devil Abyss.
The rules of the Struggle of the Nine Races were actually very simple. The participants would enter the Myriad Devil Abyss and search for the Demonic Crystals there. Whoever found the most Demonic Crystals would be the final winner.
Nie Tian understood in advance that the Demonic Crystals were a type of crystal unique to the Myriad Devil Abyss. They contained extremely dense Divine Power.
The Struggle of the Nine Races was held once every ten thousand years. The Myriad Devil Abyss would constantly produce Demonic Crystals, so there was no need to worry about the Demonic Crystals being harvested.
Moreover, Nie Tian also knew that the Demonic Crystals obtained by the participants would belong to them.
He had already looked at the Demonic Crystals in advance and discovered that they could be refined. If used for cultivation, it would be twice the result with half the effort.
So he made up his mind to search for as many Demonic Crystals as possible in the Myriad Devil Abyss. Even if he had no use for them, he could give them to the people around him.
At this time, Nie Tian and the rest were not in a hurry. They were waiting for the Struggle of the Nine Races to begin.
At this time, the people of the other races also arrived.
Nie Tian looked over. He had never seen these races before. It was his first time seeing them, so it was very novel.
"Ninth Princess!" At this time, a familiar voice rang out. Then, a scarlet figure appeared beside Nie Tian and the rest.
"It's you, Yan Wuzun!" Mu Xi raised her head. When she saw the figure in front of her, she could not help but frown. She said Cold, "What's the matter?"
"Ninth Princess, I nearly died in the Greenwood Empire last time. I'm just here to remind you to be careful. Don't let me bump into you after you enter the Demon Abyss of Myriad Degrees." Yan Wuzun smiled coldly and said with an evil look in his eyes.
"I think the one who needs to be careful is you, right?" As soon as Yan Wuzun finished speaking, a figure appeared beside Mu Xi. It was Lieyan Jiufeng. He looked at Yan Wuzun mockingly and said, "You idiot. You almost died last time, but you still didn't learn your lesson. Do you really want to die in the Myriad Devil Abyss?"
"You're from the Ancient Ming Clan!" Yan Wuzun's eyes widened, and his entire body began to tremble.
He was looking for Lieyan Jiufeng just now, but he couldn't find him. He didn't expect the latter to appear on his own.
"So what if it's me?" Lieyan Jiufeng sneered, his posture extremely provocative.
He was someone who did not fear anything in the world, so he did not care about Yan Wuzun at all.
In his eyes, Yan Wuzun was just an idiot, and an idiot who refused to mend his ways no matter what.
"You little piece of sh * t! Back in the Green Wood Kingdom, you ambushed me! And now, you dare to show your face before me? You must be tired of living!" Yan Wuzun growled. His entire body's aura rose as a scarlet flame appeared around him.
"Do you want to fight?" Lieyan Jiufeng smiled, and looked at Yan Wuzun as if he was looking at an idiot.
"I want you dead!" Yan Wuzun roared, and actually took a step forward, wanting to attack Lieyan Jiufeng.
However, at this moment, an extremely cold voice sounded.
"The ninth prince of the Fire Elf Clan, as expected, you have quite a temper." The cold voice sounded, and then a figure walked over, looking at Yan Wuzun with an extremely cold and disdainful look.
Nie Tian followed the voice and looked at the person. When he saw the person's appearance, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
This figure was very tall, at least three meters tall. Moreover, its appearance was very strange. Its entire body was covered in thorny blood scabs that looked like thick blood-colored scales. It looked very strange, and it gave people a shivering feeling.
Looking at his face, he looked seventy percent like a human, and thirty percent like a wild beast, with a berserk aura.
"Nie Tian, that's someone from one of the three great demon clans, the Blood Fiend Demon Clan." Mu Xi saw that Nie Tian was confused, and secretly transmitted to him.
"Blood Fiend Demon Clan!" Nie Tian thought in surprise, and remembered the name.
He could sense that this person was a late-stage Paramount God. However, his martial body was far stronger than that of a human martial artist of the same level. Furthermore, his aura was also clearly more vigorous.
Even Yan Wuzun, who was also a late-stage Paramount God, was a bit weaker than this person from the Blood Fiend Demon Clan.
"Xue Xing!" Yan Wuzun was startled, and then looked at the person from the Blood Fiend Demon Clan. His eyes couldn't help but narrow, but he quickly regained his composure, and said in a Cold tone, "This is a matter between me and the Ancient Ming Clan. Don't meddle in other people's business!"
"Meddle in other people's business?" The corner of the person from the Blood Fiend Demon Clan called Xue Xing's mouth twitched, and he said, "That won't do. I, Xue Xing, am naturally fond of meddling in other people's business."
Yan Wuzun was startled, and said in a Cold tone, "Xue Xing, are you going to stand up for this trash from the Ancient Ming Clan?"
The trash from the Ancient Ming Clan was, of course, Lieyan Jiufeng.
Xue Xing smiled, and his gaze swept past Lieyan Jiufeng, and he said with contempt, "I, Xue Xing, will not stand up for trash from the Ancient Ming Clan. What I mean by meddling in other people's business is that both of you will die by my hands!"
Yan Wuzun and Lieyan Jiufeng were both startled. They did not expect Xue Xing to be so arrogant.
At that moment, Nie Tian was also unable to contain his laughter. He had originally thought that Yan Wuzun was arrogant enough. He did not expect Xue Xing to be even more arrogant. He wanted to kill both Lieyan Jiufeng and Yan Wuzun right away.
"What? Are the two of you unwilling to accept this? In that case, attack me together, "Xue Xing's gaze swept past Yan Wuzun and Lieyan Jiufeng, and his eyes were filled with contempt.
Faced with Xue Xing's provocation, Lieyan Jiufeng sneered disdainfully, "The people from the Fire Elf Clan and the Blood Fiend Demon Clan, each one is more idiotic than the other. It would appear that after losing our Ancient Ming Clan, the Nine Ancient Clans have become extremely weak,"
"Courting death!" Being called idiots by Lieyan Jiufeng, Xue Xing and Yan Wuzun's expressions changed at the same time. Then, they roared angrily, and planned to attack Lieyan Jiufeng at the same time.
"Stay your hand!" However, at that moment, a majestic voice rang out in the sky, and the figure of an old man in a white robe appeared.
"Lord Saint Duelist!" The appearance of the old man in a white robe caused everyone's gazes to immediately turn to him. Many of them let out cries of surprise, and their eyes were filled with reverence.
Nie Tian was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but look at the old man in a white robe. He sent his divine sense over and was shocked.
The old man in a white robe was a peak Paramount God, and he had a mysterious aura around him. Although he was trying his best to restrain his aura, it was impossible to conceal his strength.
Judging from his aura alone, the old man's strength was no weaker than the peak experts of the Nine Realms!
In other words, the old man's battle prowess was definitely on the same level as the Nine God Calamity, Nie Dao, and the others.
Nie Tian had never expected that such a powerful person would suddenly appear here.
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