The next day, it came in a flash.

On this day, almost all the monks in the city flocked to one direction - the Central Plaza, near that circle, there were several extremely tall palace buildings.

The Deacon Hall, the auction hall, the Taoist Pavilion for competition and trial in the Colorful Temple, and a mysterious hall related to the formations of the two cities and worlds.

The four buildings are of different styles and are in a similar shape, and are lined up there.

The direction everyone went was at the entrance of the Yandao Pavilion, which was specially used for competition.

...

After leaving, Fang Junmei felt the number of monks coming. At first glance, they were covered with dense lights of escape, almost rubbing their shoulders.

From the naked eye, there is no end at all.

Fang Junmei's spiritual sense swept, and he was secretly shocked again. At least 300,000 to 400,000 people, you must know that these are all cultivators!

Anyone is worth nothing!

The ancestral orifice is usually visible!

Most of the masters from the Southern Holy Realm seemed to be here to catch this grand event.

Just the discussion was like a large group of people, making their eardrums explode.

...

Fang Junmei went there alone. When she arrived, the front was already full of crowds, and the scene at the entrance of the Yandao Pavilion could not be seen at all.

Fortunately, the monk could take the air and flew to a high place before he could see clearly.

There were two ancestral monks guarding the gate, and there were no one else besides that. The five supreme bosses seemed to have not come yet.

Seeing this, everyone had another hot chat.

Fang Junmei came alone, surrounded by strange monks, and there was nothing to say. Listen to other people's comments and pass the time.

There was a calmness in his heart. The more such a moment, the more he felt the spiritual enlightenment, as if he was about to be stripped of this world. This feeling was so mysterious.

...

After waiting for half an hour, several inexplicable strong pressure suddenly rose in the hearts of all monks.

The city almost became quiet.

Swish!

All the monks turned their heads neatly and looked to the north of the Central Square, where the most advanced hall for entertaining guests was located in the colorful holy city.

At this moment, the group was flying towards everyone.

Five monks came side by side, exuding a breath far beyond the ancestral orifice realm. A long distance away, it was like a wave coming. Needless to ask, they knew that they must be the five supreme bosses who returned.

Behind the five people were about twenty cultivators in the middle and late stages of the Ancestral Orb, all of whom were like leaders of major middle forces. Usually, the dragons were not seen, but today, no one looked at them, and their eyes were focused on the five people.

"That female cultivator must be Senior Lady Binghuo, and I don't know any of the other people."

The voice of discussion rose again.

“I don’t know each other either.”

"You two have been in seclusion for too long, and the identities and appearances of the five seniors have long been circulated."

...

Someone whispered beside Fang Junmei and introduced them one by one.

The middle-aged woman wearing a white long dress with noble and cool appearance and her lips as red as blood was naturally the Lady of Ice and Fire in the Colorful Temple.

The Youqiong clan in Namo Temple was the ancestor of the Youdi clan. She was a majestic old man with a big bald head, naked and extremely cold-looking.

The Zang Tianshi of the Blood Sea Temple is a dry and thin old man, with his upper body naked, with an ordinary appearance, but his temperament is extremely gloomy and evil. But there is a smile on the face of the old guy, which is even more vigilant.

Pan Tianshi in the Panwang Temple has big arms and round waist, red hair, an old man in his sixties, with a strong figure and a heroic temperament, and two big sword eyebrows, which are extremely eye-catching, and their eyes swept across everyone with playful thoughts.

Yan Futi, who was born in a casual cultivator, is a young man in white. He is handsome, gentle and elegant, with his hands on his back, his eyes are deep and his expression is cold.

Fang Junmei swept over the five people one by one.

But I was guessing in my heart that although these five people were strong, were they surely the best being among the supreme monks?

Or are they just passers-by among a group of supreme monks?

...

Everyone was neither fast nor slow, but they were about to come to everyone, and the powerful aura almost made everyone breathless.

The sound in the field was reduced again until the needle fell and could be heard.

The five people and the monks behind them fell silently at the door of the Yandao Pavilion.

After exchanging a glance, his eyes fell on Youqiong's body. Mrs. Binghuo said first: "Brother Youqiong, you will preside over the presidency."

When Youqiong heard this, he did not refuse or be polite, but just nodded lightly.

He took a step forward and shouted in a deep voice: "I won't say much nonsense. In short, there are a lot of rewards from the five of me, as well as the senior Taoist brothers from the Central Holy Land. As long as you have the ability, come and get it!"

The voice was powerful and powerful, like the roar of a tiger, and it clearly reached the ears of every monk.

This old man spoke rudely and domineeringly, but with a strong incitement, it made a large number of monks ignite their blood and create infinite desire.

...

"Now, I will talk about the rules!"

Youqiong continued to get straight to the point.

"This top ten competition was called the death match by five of me!"

As soon as this said, many monks who registered to register were condensing their pupils. They wouldn't have to pay their lives, right?

"Every contestant will play a hundred games with a hundred different opponents. In this hundred battles, life and death must be divided into life and death. The monk with the least number of deaths is the first place! If the number of deaths is the same, the first one will be calculated according to the time when the one ends at the end of the hundred battles!"

Youqiong shouted again.

Everyone was puzzled when they heard this. Can they fight again after they were dead? But they all held back and didn't ask for it for the time being. They knew that Youqiong would definitely explain.

"Among these hundred opponents, seventy are at the late stage of the mortal stage, and thirty are at the early stage of the ancestral orifice!"

As the words fell, an uproar began to arise.

Youqiong's eyes swept over like a knife and shouted coldly: "I know that you are all mortal cultivators, but I don't want to hear any excuses. Among you, the strongest ten must have the strength to challenge the early stage of the Ancestral Orifice and kill the early stage of the Ancestral Orifice!"

The sound was like thunder, thundering into everyone's hearts.

Among the monks of the world, the expressions of hearing are complicated.

Almost ninety percent of the early stage monks in the Ancestral Orifice were snorting in their hearts, are they so easy to kill?

If they could say that they could produce ten ordinary monks who could fight with them and make a few moves, they would still believe it. If they could say that they could produce ten ordinary monks who could kill early stage monks of the Ancestral Orifice, they would never believe it, and if they could produce one or two, they would not believe it.

...

"Of course you are not fighting with real people, but your spiritual consciousness enters a world called real illusion. I am not interested in explaining the origin of such a thing. In short, after entering, all the methods of the transformation stage can be used, just like the real world, but even if you die, there will be no real damage."

Youqiong's words are gone.

When everyone heard this, they were right.

I sighed in my heart that the wonders of the world are all kinds of wonders. If I have such a thing, wouldn’t it be the best thing to accumulate combat experience and sharpen my methods?

"These hundred opponents you all face are the same, very fair!"

Youqiong said again: "But I want to warn you in advance that all magic weapons and external objects such as talismans that exceed the mortal stage are not allowed to be used. After discovering it, get out of here immediately! The soul self-destructs itself and dies together is meaningless. It is considered a loss or not!"

Everyone was silent.

...

Fang Junmei's eyes flashed at this moment.

Is his Three-Breath Divine Stone considered a magic weapon that surpasses the mortal stage? This thing does not have a magic weapon at all. Logically speaking, it is not even a magic weapon.

But from the perspective of efficacy, it is really hard to say.

A cultivator like Yang Xiaoman and Zhu Yanci Jing have already sensed the power of time in the realm of the mortal transformation. Therefore, this three-breath divine stone contains a little effect of the power of time, and may not necessarily have surpassed the level of the mortal transformation stage.

In the short battle with Fang Shiqi, he already felt that the three breaths of slowness were not enough to see, and he could not easily capture the speed of masters at that level.

...

"If you have any questions, you can ask now!"

Youqiong shouted.

After the words fell, there was a silence.

After all the old guys, they are stable in character and are waiting silently.

"Senior, what if everyone didn't kill a monk in the early stage of the Ancestral Orifice?"

Finally someone asked.

Everyone looked at each other.
To be continued...