With the appearance of the elixir, all living beings retreated. The setting sun hung in the sky, and the afterglow shrouded half of the secret realm.
This was an elixir that could not be seen in millions of years! Based on the time, the day of the secret realm's opening was about to arrive. Just as they expected, this time it really happened!
The true kings went crazy, but the weak ones were scared and did not dare to get close. They only wanted to escape from the inside to the outside, afraid that they would be killed by the aftershocks of the invincible kings.
The ten people from the Crazy Sect held their divine weapons and approached slowly. The experts from all directions were so powerful that the Sector Lord did not dare to cheat them.
The invincible saint rushed into the clouds. Who said that the middle level could not fly? No one in the same level could fight against such an existence!
Whoosh — —
Zuo Shuguang soared into the sky, and the painting was even more captivating under the background of the secret realm.
Zhan Jiuxiao, the Arhat, Xia Yunxue of the Middle Earth Holy Nation …
Twenty-two saint children, they were definitely the kings of kings. Even someone like Jian Shisan couldn't be considered a true saint child. The supreme sword saint from the holy land of the sword wielded a towering heavenly sword, descending like a god of war. Unsheathing his sword, he killed a middle level elder from a powerful sect. His name shook the ten directions, and everyone was overwhelmed with shock.
Jian Shisi was about two meters tall, and his figure was indescribably delicate. He was vigorous and majestic, like a natural king. His straight waist was like a javelin, and his eyes were as bright as the moon. This was the Supreme Saint that the Holy Land of the Sword Way had nurtured. He was not only the disciple of the Holy Land of the Sword Way, but also the son of the Holy Land of the Sword Way. Jian Shisan was just a cover!
As for Jian Shisi's real name, other than himself and the Holy Land of the Sword Way, no one knew. Everyone called him Jian Shisi. At this moment, he brought some experts from the Holy Land of the Sword Way. His eyes carried the aura of a king, and some of the older experts of the strong sects could not help but retreat.
Hiss!
"The Holy Land of the Sword Way has indeed hidden experts!" Everyone was shocked when they saw Jian Shisi and Jian Shisan beside him.
Whoosh — —
The Holy Land of the Martial Way, the current saint, Wu Chengkong, could turn the world into emptiness with a single thought. Wherever he was, no one dared to say that they had reached the peak of the Martial Way!
"Yayaya, my great-grandson is here too," Wu Sheng 'er and Emperor Ye said at the same time.
Wu Chengkong was flying in the air, his martial arts rumbling. When he heard the conversation between Wu Sheng 'er and Emperor Ye, he lost control of his body and fell from a height of more than twenty meters. It was very embarrassing.
Wu Sheng 'er and Emperor Ye waved their hands and shouted, "Great-grandson, come here!"
Wu Chengkong's handsome face revealed a trace of embarrassment. He scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "My two little ancestors, why are you here? Did the Ancestor allow you to come in? "
"Yo, you're so young and yet you want to teach your ancestor a lesson? Are you itching for a beating?" Wu Sheng 'er asked arrogantly with her hands on her hips.
Wu Chengkong's expression changed slightly. There was fear in his eyes. For so many years, there was no one in the world who did not give him face. Only these two little brats beat and scolded him. Moreover, they especially liked to bully him. Just looking at these two gave him a headache.
The people around looked at Wu Chengkong's bitter face and laughed at him. Wu Chengkong wanted to dig a hole in the ground.
Lin Wutian held his divine sword and stood beside Emperor Ye to protect him. He whispered, "Lil 'Miss, can we trust this Wu Chengkong? Maybe we can work together. "
Emperor Ye hesitated. Wu Chengkong served the Martial Perfected Cultivator Sacred Ground. If they really worked together to take the Celestial Herb, he might want to keep it for himself and send it to the Sacred Ground. Kuangzong would not benefit from it. Although she was the Saintess of the Sacred Ground, her heart was with Ye Qinghan.
However, Wu Sheng 'er had not recovered her memory. When she heard that they were going to work together, she immediately patted her chest and said, "Of course we can trust my dear grandson. Let's work together."
Emperor Ye pursed his lips and sent a telepathic message, "We can work together. When the time comes, you can intimidate him. He will probably choose to share the Celestial Herb with Kuangzong."
When Lin Wutian saw Emperor Ye nod, he secretly decided to work together with the Martial Perfected Cultivator Sacred Ground.
At this moment, the experts were not stupid. They did not make the first move. Instead, they surrounded the Celestial Herb and waited for an opportunity.
The strongest was Xia Yunxue from the Holy Nation of Middle Earth. He was Xia Jiulong's nephew. In terms of talent and combat strength, he was only slightly inferior to Xia Jiulong. However, because the Celestial Herb's spiritual energy was too strong, his combat strength increased again after he entered the Middle Level. There were not many people in the Secret Realm who could compete with him.
Xia Yunxue looked like a god and his aura was like an emperor. He looked down at everyone and said coldly, "This Celestial Herb belongs to the Holy Nation of Middle Earth. If you give me some face, I will remember it …"
"Get lost! A piece of trash like you dares to talk about face here? Do you think you are Xia Jiulong? "The Supreme King of the Ouxi Sacred Ground stepped into the battle zone with nine Mad Tigers.
Three of them were in the Middle Level and the rest were in the Lower Level. It seemed that the Ouxi Sacred Ground had benefited a lot from the appearance of the Celestial Herb. No wonder they did not give Xia Yunxue any face.
"Amitabha … Xia Yunxue, this is the Shrouding Secret Realm, not the Eternal World. Even if it is the Holy Nation of Middle Earth, you can't do whatever you want!"
Buzz — — —
In an instant, Buddhist light shrouded the area and the heaven and earth became peaceful.
Everyone looked up and saw that the Arhat's cultivation had also reached the Middle Level. There were three Immortal Buddhas beside him who were also in the Middle Level. In terms of Middle Level, they had the most number.
Following that, the Jailer of Hell walked over with a three-headed dog. His face was gloomy and his eyes were deep. It was as if he had entered the Reincarnation Hell. One look at him would cause one to lose consciousness. The weak did not even have the courage to look at him!
"Stop talking nonsense! The Eternal World has always been a place where the strong are respected. The one with the biggest fist is the destined one. Since everyone wants to get the Celestial Herb, then clear out some of the trash. The rest will be decided by a battle to the death! " Zhan Jiuxiao's battle intent soared to the sky. As expected of the Battle Tribe, he decided the people who would participate in the battle with just one word. Among the three thousand strong sects, only the real thirty strong sects could participate. Among the hundred strong sects, only twenty plus could participate. The rest were the Holy Lands. The rest were all trash who had no qualifications to compete for the Celestial Herb!
Humph!
Some of the strong sects were not convinced and snorted coldly to show their dissatisfaction!
Zuo Shuguang smiled indifferently. Holding the Landscape Painting, he looked up at the top of a mountain. His white robe swayed in the wind. He calmly glanced at the Holy Lands and some of the forces who were qualified to participate in the battle. He said indifferently, "Now is the time to talk about the qualifications to participate in the battle. The strong are respected, the winner survives, and the weak are eliminated. If some of you do not have the self-awareness, then don't blame yourself for not being able to escape in time when the battle begins!"
Lin Wutian squinted at Zuo Shuguang. Zuo Shuguang also saw Lin Wutian. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he transmitted his voice, "Brother Lin, you are not a Holy Land. It is impossible for you to monopolize the Celestial Herb. If you and I join hands, we will definitely sweep all sides. When the time comes, I will take thirty percent and you will take seventy percent.
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