The tenth day, after all, is here!

On the tenth day, the fire plane suddenly emitted a seven-colored light, up to the nine heavens, down to the nine shadows, a phoenix long roar, resounding throughout the heaven and earth, as if a divine bird phoenix awakened in the fire phoenix city. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Eight" Eight "Read" Book, .2 ■ 3.o ⊥

At this moment, everyone, including the Lingwu Saint, has an urge to kneel, this is the coercion of the Divine Bird Phoenix King in the world, this is the domineering spirit of the Heavenly Emperor who overlooks all living beings and orders the world not to obey!

The seven-colored light dissipated, and the fire plane tree at this time became a crisp and dripping green tree, every branch, every plane leaf was full of spiritual power, and the wind was blowing, and the spiritual power in the entire Fire Phoenix City was more than three times richer than usual.

Legend has it that the Fire Sycamore was a Nine Heavens Sycamore tree before it was practiced by the Phoenix Celestial Maiden, with lush branches and crisp and compelling, and the reason why it was later called the Fire Sycamore was because it was practiced by the Fire Force of the Phoenix Celestial Maiden.

"It's finally time......" someone muttered uncontrollably.

At this moment, countless figures instantly appeared around the Fire Sycamore, and among these people, there were actually a few auras at the Spirit Martial Saint level!

"Fortunately, fortunately, there are only ten days to prepare, otherwise the Spirit Martial Saint who came here would be more than ten times as many as today......," someone sighed in a low voice.

It has only been ten days since the fire sycamore soared into the sky from the vision to today, and the Yaoguang Continent is hundreds of millions of miles away, not to mention anything else, even if the Lingwu Saint gets the news and rushes here from the Tianlong City of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, it will not be able to do it within ten days.

The warriors who came here today were mainly from the areas around the Fire Phoenix Empire, and even if they got the news in the remote areas of the Fire Phoenix Empire, they might not be able to arrive if they were delayed for three or two days.

"Didn't you say that the Spirit Martial Saint couldn't enter the Fire Sycamore?" someone asked innocently.

"The legend is so, but the Lingwu Saint may not believe it, and even if they don't enter the Fire Sycamore, they can still wait for the rabbit......" Youlingwu King said worriedly.

At this time, the figures of the Spirit Martial Saints surrounding the Fire Sycamore were often shrouded in a dense fog, and they didn't want others to know who they were.

"Legend has it that only martial artists under the Spirit Martial Saint can enter, but I don't believe in this evil, I want to try ......," said a Spirit Martial Saint shrouded in a thick fog.

Several other Spirit Martial Saints looked at this person silently, and these people didn't believe it either, but according to legend, breaking into the Fire Sycamore had very serious consequences, so they chose to be silent, it would be better if they could throw stones and ask for directions.

"A bunch of cowards!" the man grinned, and then stepped forward to the foot of the plane tree, and he leaped towards one of the main branches of the plane tree.

......There was a soft sound, and the sycamore tree swayed, and I saw a sycamore tree twig poking out of the void like lightning, as if it appeared out of thin air, and stabbed directly at the skull of this Spirit Martial Saint.

"Open!" This Spirit Martial Saint had already been mentally prepared for this, seeing the tender branches poking down from the void, he roared, the spiritual power on his body soared to the sky, the blood and qi were rolling, and a ring-like aura appeared from every cell of his flesh shell, and his body was rippling with golden light, like a bronze Arhat.

The coercion belonging to the Spirit Martial Saint rippled from him, awakening like a god of war, coercion* Eight Desolations, and his eyes swept through the void like lightning.

His hands were like a layer of pure gold, and he grabbed the young branches of the plane tree like lightning.

Syllable!

He heard a soft sound, accompanied by a terrible scream, and his palm was pierced by this fluttering twig, and the sycamore branch remained undiminished, stabbing at the center of the man's Lingtai eyebrows like lightning.

For human beings, the Lingtai eyebrows are the hardest bones in the body, and even more so for martial arts people, the Lingtai eyebrows of a Lingwu Saint are often indestructible for thousands of years, but in front of this young branch, it has no effect.

With a scream, the tender branch first pierced the palm of this Lingwu Saint, and by penetrating this person's spiritual platform, his body fell from the plane tree like a leaf, and quickly spontaneously combusted after landing, and soon the green smoke curled up, and the person disappeared completely......

The crowd was silent, and the strength of the Spirit Martial Saint was undoubted, but in front of this divine tree, it was fragile and close to Tofu...... If you can subdue this sacred tree as a weapon, wouldn't it be a god blocking and killing the god and Buddha and blocking and killing the Buddha? Of course, this idea is just a thought, this is an artifact of the divine bird and phoenix sacrifice, and anyone who is not afraid of death can try it.

A group of Lingwu Saints were silent, but many quasi-Lingwu Saints were furious, if Lingwu Saints could also enter the Sycamore Tree to enlighten, then they could basically be declared that there was nothing to do with them, now that the Sycamore Tree has excluded the Lingwu Saint, then the Quasi-Lingwu Saint is the most suitable level, and it can be said that the chance of the Quasi-Lingwu Saint will be dozens of times that of others.

"Hehe, I didn't want to be a sparrow, but now it seems that I can only be a sparrow once!" a Spirit Martial Saint smiled, and his figure disappeared in place, leaving only a sentence that made people shudder.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, this person's meaning is obvious, he does not seek to enter the fire sycamore, but he can wait outside, if someone gets a big opportunity, he will rob it, of course, there are not many big opportunities worth a spirit martial saint to grab.

The voices of the other Spirit Martial Saints also gradually disappeared, as for whether these people also planned to be sparrows, it was unknown, but at least there was a possibility.

"Actually, we don't need to be too pessimistic, there are tens of thousands of martial artists who came here today, as long as we keep a low profile, who can know if we have a great opportunity? I don't believe that the Spirit Martial Saint has killed all of us...... And the opportunity in the fire sycamore, it is worth grabbing by the Spirit Martial Saint, I'm afraid there are not many ......."

"Yes, as long as we keep a low profile, who can know if we have the opportunity to go against the sky......" someone understood.

"Hehe, I heard that the first person to enter the plane tree has the highest probability of getting a chance, so let me be the first person today. The King of the Flood Wilderness Knife laughed with a big sword on his back.

Many figures who rushed to the plane tree trembled, the Flood Desolation Sword King is a quasi-spiritual martial saint with a strong reputation, and he is one of the highest forces that can enter the plane tree, if anyone offends him, even if he is on the plane tree, he will definitely be in danger step by step.

The Flood Desolate Sword King laughed, his presumptuous eyes swept in all directions, Jiang Yuxuan was not there, Fu Qingyun was not there, the first-line swordsman was not there, the little demon Venerable was not there, who could stop him from entering the plane tree first?

"Count you as acquaintances!" the Flood Desolation Sword King laughed, he enjoyed the terrifying feeling of being famous.

Dressed in green clothes, a slender figure walked out of the crowd, and everyone couldn't see her face clearly, so they could only judge by her figure that this should be a peerless beauty who was not inferior to Zhu Yuluan and others......

She walked slowly towards the sycamore tree, this person was originally mixed in the crowd and was not conspicuous, but everyone stopped because of the threat of the Flood Desolation Sword King, this person was unhurried and did not take the threat of the Flood Desolation Sword King in his eyes.

"Look for death!" Looking at the woman who slowly walked under the plane tree, the Flood Desolation Sword King sneered, and punched out, the sky roared, the earth trembled, and the blood swept across the Eight Desolations.

The woman in Tsing Yi glanced at it coldly, a pair of slender jade hands waved, and a chill enveloped the scene, even the quasi-spirit martial saint felt a chill in his body.

The skin on the woman's arm was very good, crystal clear, exuding a crystal light, and with a gentle sweep, the Flood Desolate Sword King was directly thrown out by her more than ten meters away, and after landing, he took five or six steps back one after another before he could stand.

The woman in Tsing Yi took this opportunity to sway and fell on a newly grown branch of the plane tree, and there was a ripple in the void, and the woman in Tsing Yi completely disappeared, becoming the first young master to enter the plane tree.