"It will die!"

True Lord Huanri once again penetrated everyone's thoughts and said domineeringly and coldly.

"If you don't want to die, give me all your means and wisdom and break forward!"

Everyone was silent.

The True Lord of Huanri said again: "What can the thirty people who were eliminated still depend on your performance. I don't mind saving a resource for practicing Buddhism and giving you nothing."

When everyone heard this, they said nothing.

...

"Is there any other problem?"

The True Lord of Changri scanned everyone.

Zhu Long said: "Senior, we ten of us won't meet at the beginning, right?"

"Of course not."

The True Lord of Changri said: "At the first fusion mouth, you must be facing monks from other holy realms, the next one, the same is true."

Everyone nodded.

"Senior, how long are those passages?"

Fang Junmei asked.

The True Lord of Changri said: "From the start, there is no time for two months, you can't even think of going to the central government."

Everyone smiled bitterly when they heard this.

It's really a long competition.

In such competition, monks with strong defense powers or magic weapons and fast recovery will inevitably have the advantage. Obviously, these old guys hope to screen out monks who are approaching perfection and have no obvious weaknesses through such a long competition.

"There is another rule like you used to. No magic weapons, talismans and other things are allowed to be used. Whoever uses them is eliminated immediately."

The True Lord of Changri added another sentence.

Everyone nodded.

Fang Jun's eyebrows and eyes flashed, and he thought of the passionate Danxin Sword.

This ultimate treasure must be as simple as the magic weapon above the mortal world, but the problem is that a little bit of faith has not completely resurrected it to its ultimate state.

Another problem is that if this treasure appears in the world, it may cause suspicion and covetness from these old guys.

"You can't use your natal spiritual sword."

While still thinking, True Lord Huanri had already sent a message to him and had already seen through his natal spiritual sword with keen eyes.

"Use other swords. I know that in this way, the power of the swordsman blessing will be greatly reduced, but this is the rule."

"Yes, senior."

Fang Junmei replied in a voice, no need to conflict anymore.

...

“Are there any other questions?”

The True Lord Huanri asked again.

Everyone fell silent this time. After a long time, Hai Fangge asked: "Senior, who are the top ten cultivators in the other three holy realms?"

This question is good.

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of others also lit up.

However, True Lord Huanri smiled rarely and said, "You will know soon."

...

Thunder warship continues to fly.

Fly over the oasis and over the sea of ​​sand.

Flying past another oasis, another sea of ​​sand.

This central holy land is so vast that all the way through, there are certainly no creatures in the sea of ​​sand, but there are no monks on the oasis.

...After flying for more than 20 years, I finally arrived over a sea of ​​sand with an extremely strange terrain.

Fang Junmei and ten people were shouted out of the cabin after more than twenty days and looked down together.

At this moment, it was noon, and the sun shone in the sky, illuminating this wasteland-like world very brightly.

Looking from the sky, this ventilated sea of ​​sand is a place with continuous mountains, but the mountains are extremely interesting. Long mountains, like black claws, explore different directions, one end thick and the other end thin.

But the thick end spread to the center, like a huge octopus lying on the ground.

Because the scope is too vast, in fact, everyone can only see four or five such mountains.

And when you go to the center, you can't see it at all for the time being.

After flying for more than an hour, the mountains finally came to the bottom of their eyes.

Where this converges is not a tall and sharp mountain, but a huge mountain-like thing, gurgling roundly, like a huge skull.

Fang Junmei and others even clearly saw two eyes-like places that were deeply sunken into the large basin.

Pan Tian quietly turned around and flew straight to the center of the forehead of the skull.

...

After another cup of tea, I arrived there.

Everyone got off the boat and landed on the ground.

There were only sparse weeds nearby, and no other monks were seen.

The long wind blows between heaven and earth, and the weeds sway wildly, giving a special smell of loneliness.

"Wait, this place is close to our southern sacred realm."

The person who spoke was Pan Tian.

Fang Junmei and others nodded slightly.

No one spoke anymore, each of them stood in the wilderness, with their own thoughts as statues.

...

This wait took more than an hour.

Finally someone came from the horizon, but not a group of people, but a single person.

In the north direction, a white cloud came quietly.

Above the white clouds, there is an old man carrying his hands on his back. This old man is already particularly tall and almost nine feet tall. He carries his hands on his back and stands up his back, and he has a spirit of moving towards the sky.

He was wearing a simple white robe, but he raised his sleeves high, revealing his strong forearms, free and unrestrained.

The breath converges, and you can't see the depth, but if you look at it carefully for a few seconds, you will immediately feel a sense of surprise. This person seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth, carrying the whole void, and the aura is completely integrated into the void. The aura is extremely ethereal, emitting a transcendent atmosphere of communication with the spirit of heaven and earth.

The old guy's eyes were even more amazing, and it showed a strange silver-gray color, as if the two sides were unfathomable and slowly rotating vortexes of the starry sky, extremely mysterious.

The old man came slowly and saw everyone, with the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled mysteriously.

On this side, Fang Junmei and others naturally couldn't recognize him.

Pan Tian and others had their eyes condensed, and as for the True Lord of Huanri, they looked bad. Just from the True Lord of Huanri, they knew that the person who came was probably at the same level as him.

A monk of the ancestor.

The second ancestor monk appeared.

...

"Brother Changji, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The old man greeted him more than a hundred feet away, with a kind look and an old acquaintance.

"Xing Chenzi, the affairs of our four major holy realms have nothing to do with you, a casual cultivator, right?"

True Lord Huanri said coldly, his eyes sharp.

Fang Junmei and others realized at this moment that there were cultivators outside the four major holy realms, and there might be quite a few.

The old man named Xingchenzi heard this and smiled, "Brother Changji, don't be so murderous. Then give me one to the chance to worship the ancestors of the ancients."

Hearing this, Fang Junmei and others felt hearts moving again.

"joke!"

True Lord Huanri shouted coldly: "You are unwilling to join the forces of our four major holy domains, and you are unwilling to fight against those local monks together, but you are just going to get a share of the pie. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?"

I see.

When Xing Chenzi heard this, his eyes were slightly complicated, and he immediately returned to normal. He joked: "Stingy guy, I know you are unwilling to give it to me. I have a way to get it this time."

When Master Huanri heard this, his eyes flashed with a flash of light and said, "Which side do you have a deal with?"
To be continued...