This night.

A bell rang in the sky above the Midfield.

This is the death knell.

This year, all the celestial arrogances who competed for the last throne in the Middle Domain were killed.

This is the message from the House of Judgment.

Then, those ancient families and ancient sects also issued obituaries.

The atmosphere in the entire Middle Domain became extremely strange.

This has never been the case.

But soon, the Hall of Judgment is issued and disappeared, and the last battle in the Central Region will officially begin tomorrow, please prepare for it!

As soon as this news came out, it instantly ignited all forces.

Dragon Domain was originally a place that everyone longed for, and it couldn't be given up just because it lost a few elites from other ancient families.

However, these remaining eight throne celestials in the Central Domain were all called to the family at this moment, such as the Wang family and the Lin family, and this night was destined to be a sleepless night.

Early the next morning.

Ning Cheng woke up from his cultivation.

When he opened his eyes, it was already a little cloudy outside.

"It's finally getting started."

Ning Cheng took a deep breath and left the room directly.

Today, the vast majority of the adjudicators of the Judgment Hall have all been dispatched, and at the very least, they are at the peak of the Holy Realm!

The main job of these adjudicators is to escort today's finalists to the entrance to the battlefield of the Fallen Divine Land in the Midlands.

The Fallen Godland battlefield in the Middle Domain can be said to be the safest place.

In the holy land of the human race here, basically no Reaper organization would dare to come here.

Today is the decisive battle.

It should be a happy event.

However, there was no trace of excitement on the faces of the eight Tianjiao of the Zhongyu family who were selected, and there was even a trace of solemnity.

"Zhongyu Tianjiao has been assembled!"

"The Eastern Regions Tianjiao has been assembled!"

“......”

Ningcheng is in the Tianjiao of the Eastern Regions.

There are a total of nine people in each team.

There are a total of forty-five in the east, west, south, north and middle!

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the last battle of the battlefield of your royal realm, the Terran Tianjiao, forty-five, and the Holy Land Tianjiao nine, competing for the last five thrones, the rules don't need to be repeated one by one, you should all understand."

The Lord of the Judgment looked around at everyone, and then spoke, "Finally, I will give you a stick of incense to adjust the time, and the Terran Tianjiao will come with me." ”

With that, the Lord of Judgment led the forty-five Terrans to the altar at the entrance.

On the other side, there were nine people standing.

These people are the pride of the Holy Land.

Leading the team are the Flame Dragon, Ice Crystal Phoenix, and White Tiger and other peak forces of the Holy Land.

"Ladies and gentlemen, according to previous competitions, these despicable humans will choose to besiege you as soon as they enter the divine land, so you must be prepared."

"Hahaha, we can't ask for it, these Terran playthings are just garbage, once we show our true body, they are in the bag!" A Holy Land Heavenly Proud spoke.

"Don't be careless, this year's fall is not easy."

"Well, don't worry, we'll be careful!"

The Holy Land and the Terrans are having a final conversation.

Millions of people had gathered in the squares of the entire Central Judgment City.

These people are basically local forces in the Middle Domain, and some are people from other domains.

"Good! Guys, get ready. ”

In the sky, five thrones suddenly rose, and these five thrones contained the aura of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

On the throne, five imperial patriarchs sat on it.

In today's final battle, they will personally protect the Dharma.

"Fellow contestants, Wang Jing has just begun for martial arts, I hope you can fight with all your might!" Emperor Yan stood up and said.

"We will do our best!"

"Good! Verdict, almost. ”

The Lord of Judgment nodded, and an aura shot out.

On top of the huge altar, there is a huge remnant.

The aura entered the remnant of the stele, and the words carved on it slowly emitted a blinding golden light, and then these rays of light formed a huge vortex.

The final battlefield of the Fallen Gods has opened!

In the sky, the five Emperor Patriarchs stood up at the same time, and the Emperor Realm powerhouses around them clasped their fists one after another, and then said to Ning Cheng and the others, "The brilliance of the Human Race needs to be proven!" Go ahead! ”

"Let's go!"

Tianjiao in the Central Region was the first to react, and the leader was another Tianjiao of the Bai family.

According to the rules, Tianjiao, the first place in each domain, has the right to be the first to enter, and the assigned position will be better!

Ning Cheng, as the first person to advance in the Eastern Regions, looked around and found that these people in the Eastern Regions looked at him with a little fear.

Ning Cheng didn't think much about it anymore and rushed directly into the space.

In less than a stick of incense, all the forty-five Tianjiao of the human race rushed in.

The last to enter were the nine Heavenly Masters of the Holy Land.

They were unhurried and did not have a sense of crisis.

Another place.

Battlefield of the Fallen Gods.

After Ning Cheng teleported out, what came into view was the five thrones.

"As soon as you came, you came to the main battlefield?" Ning Cheng frowned slightly.

But soon, he discovered that this was not the case.

There were only five people who had teleported here.

They are the first people to advance in each domain.

It seems that the first throne promotion is still somewhat beneficial, at least there is no need to rush.

There were five people at the scene, Ning Cheng didn't know him, and the only one who could see it was Tianjiao from the Bai family.

The first place in the Southern Regions seems to be a member of the Sword Sect.

But no one spoke.

Ning Cheng looked around, there were just five thrones, there shouldn't be any need to fight for something.

So he flew straight towards the fifth throne.

"What are you going to do!"

The Bai family's white jade instantly spoke!

Ning Cheng frowned slightly and said, "Five people, five thrones, there is a problem?" ”

When Bai Yu saw that Ning Cheng was actually about to reach the fifth throne, he immediately shook his head with disdain, and said, "The people in the other domains are really greedy people, as a martial artist, they should compete for the first place!" ”

After saying that, he flew towards the first throne by himself!

"Hehe, that's right, martial artists should compete for the first place." A sneer sounded, and another black-robed young man sneered and flew towards Bai Yu.

Seeing this, Bai Yu laughed angrily, and the white aura in his hand burst open, and the coercion of the Wang Realm swept away in an instant.

Ning Cheng and the others could feel that Bai Yu's combat power was very strong, not to mention that he was young on the surface, at least he was happy to the limit of the lifespan of a strong person in the King Realm.

"Want to snatch the first throne of this king? Get out of here! Bai Yu shot instantly.

With the exception of the boy, the rest of the people had already occupied the other thrones.

The fifth throne, Ningcheng.

The Fourth Throne, the Southern Regions Sword Sect.

Third Throne, Northern Regions.

The second throne, no one.

The first person in the Western Regions, who was supposed to be on the second throne, went directly to snatch the first throne of Bai Yu!

"Death to this king!"

As soon as the battle broke out, the heavens and the earth began to shake slowly.

And all this seems to have nothing to do with Ning Cheng and the others, after they went up to the throne, they began to sit cross-legged, for them, there is only one goal, and that is to advance!

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