After Chang Qing admitted defeat, the audience in the seats were stunned, they never thought that the person who won this competition in the end would be Mo Qingyu.

At the age of eighteen, Mo Qingyu, who had cultivated only the peak cultivation of the Hidden Realm, actually created a miracle and defeated Changqing, who had the early stage cultivation of the Contained Realm and comprehended the mystery of Xiao Chengmu, which was crazy.

Everyone in the Extreme Dao Sect who was sitting at the table was also stunned at this moment, although they also hoped that Mo Qingyu could create a miracle, but when the miracle really happened, they felt so dreamy.

The first in the Saint Xuanwu War, they originally thought that Lei Ling would have a great hope of success, but in the end, he lost to Chang Qing and missed the first, but now, what Lei Ling didn't do was actually completed by Mo Qingyu.

Lei Ling, who was present at the moment, looked at Mo Qingyu who jumped from the main ring, and had a strange feeling, as if facing the other party for the first time, in his eyes, although Mo Qingyu was talented, but after all, the cultivation time was still short, and he was still a young dragon that had always needed protection, but he didn't expect that this young dragon had grown to such a point unconsciously.

Wow!!!

After a short silence, the atmosphere of the scene broke out instantly, Mo Qingyu won! The victory of this competition also means that although there is still the last round of competition, the ending is already doomed, Mo Qingyu, the eighteen-year-old boy, will be the king of the young generation of Tianlan, he has created a miracle since the establishment of the Holy Xuanwu War, and his achievements will leave a strong mark in the long history of Tianlan.

Soon, the final round of the competition began, and there were no accidents, Mo Qingyu's opponent was an opponent who also had the peak cultivation of the Hidden Realm, from the Volcano Sect, and this player from the Volcano Sect chose to surrender after entering the main ring to express his reverence to him.

With the announcement of the Sect Master of the Imperial Sword Sect, the ranking of this Saint Xuanwu Battle has been decided.

"First place, Mo whispered. ”

"Second place, evergreen. ”

"Third place, Lei Ling. ”

"Fourth place, Wu Wei. ”

"Fifth place..."

“....”

"The hundredth place, Yu Feilong. ”

After the ranking was determined, the leaders of the major forces of Tianlan issued rewards to the top 100 players, and the rewards obtained by Mo Qingyu were enough to contain five space rings, and he looked at it at random, it was a rare spiritual object, and he immediately happily put away the five space rings, the resources in it were enough to establish a medium-sized force in the holy domain, enough to support his cultivation for several years, and it was in the case of crazy use.

After the gifts were distributed, the Holy Xuanwu War could be regarded as a successful end, everything had been settled, and the forces and cultivators from all over Tianlan had left the Holy Xuanwu City one after another.

When everyone left Saint Xuanwu City, Saint Xuanwu City was sealed off by the leaders of the six top sects of the Holy Domain, waiting for it to open again in the next ten years.

After the game, Mo Qingyu was surrounded by the people of the Extreme Dao Sect, and naturally he was indispensable for compliments.

After the praise, Mo Qingyu followed the people of the Extreme Dao Sect back to the sect, and he did not release Xiao Ba, who had transformed into a thunder owl, but followed Mu Daoshu's side and returned to the Extreme Dao Sect on his golden scale eagle.

Groan!groan...

For a while, on the plain outside the Holy Xuanwu City, more than a dozen golden-scaled eagles of different sizes spread their wings and flew high, and the scene was grand, which made some small and medium-sized sects that had not yet had time to leave dumbfounded, and they all sighed that the Extreme Dao Sect had a profound heritage.

Whew..

Standing on the Golden Scale Eagle, Mo whispered and enjoyed the strong wind, now he is no longer the island boy who took the Golden Scale Eagle for the first time, but the strongest of the young generation of the Tianlan Continent who was only eighteen years old and avoided the top position of the Saint Xuanwu Battle, although his personality has always been calm, but at this moment his heart is still a little leisurely.

Whew, whew, whew...

Suddenly, in front of the Extreme Dao Sect and his party, there was a burst of sounds breaking through the air.

"Everyone be careful!" Ji Wuming, the Sect Master of the Extreme Dao Sect, reacted the fastest, and made the Golden Scale Eagle under him stop, reminding the elders and disciples of the Extreme Dao Sect around him.

Seeing this, the others hurriedly asked the Golden Scale Eagle under them to stop and cheer up.

Mo Qingyu, who was immersed in the joy of winning the championship, his face changed drastically, it was very ugly, what made him have such a huge reaction was not Ji Wuming's reminder, but the blurred sword soul in his dantian was trembling violently.

Mo Qingyu had never felt that he had seen the fuzzy sword soul react so strongly, if he hadn't tried his best to suppress it, the fuzzy sword soul would probably have left his dantian, and the strange reaction of the fuzzy sword soul made Mo Qingyu's heart sink.

Just when Mo Qingyu guessed what kind of danger the fuzzy sword soul's violent reaction was portending, a group of cultivators dressed in different costumes surrounded the Extreme Dao Sect and his party, there were sixteen people in this group, each of them stood in the air, and their breath was deep, giving people an unfathomable feeling, Mo Qingyu had also felt this way in the body of the old man in the void, could it be that these sixteen people were all destined to be unattainable?

When this idea appeared in his heart, Mo Qingyu denied this bold speculation, after all, in today's era, the Mandate of Heaven is already a legendary existence, even if all the ancestor levels of Tianlan's top forces come out of the mountain, it is impossible to have so many, not to mention, the Extreme Dao Sect Sect Master was a little dazed when he faced the sixteen people, obviously he didn't know them.

"Hand over Mo Whisper, and surround you without dying. One of the sixteen people who surrounded the Extreme Dao Sect in mid-air opened his mouth and said, not giving the Extreme Dao Sect a chance to choose at all.

"Who is Your Excellency, why do you want this sect to hand over your disciples?" Although Ji Wuming was angry at the other party's arrogant attitude, seeing that these sixteen people were all extraordinary, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and asked.

"A thousand years have passed, and you Tianlan people really still talk a lot. The middle-aged man with a hooked nose said impatiently, reaching out and grabbing the void.

With the movement in the middle of the hooked nose, Mo Qingyu, who was beside Mu Daoshu, only felt that the space around his body was controlled, and his body involuntarily flew towards the other party, he desperately wanted to struggle, and even broke out the mystery of the Dacheng Knife, but he still couldn't break free from the shackles of space, and when he still wanted to communicate with the fuzzy knife soul in the dantian and tried to break free, he only felt a tightness in his neck, and when he came back to his senses, he had been choked by the middle-aged man with a hooked nose, and he was a little out of breath, at this moment Mo Qingyu thought in his heart that he was probably going to die here。

"What do you mean, Your Excellency, stop!" Sect Master Ji Wuming exclaimed, wanting to snatch back Mo Qingyu, but he was swept out by the hook-nosed middle-aged man, and he couldn't get close to him at all, let alone save Mo Qingyu.

However, the hook-nosed middle-aged man did not twist his neck directly as he expected, he did not choose to pay attention to Ji Wuming, but carried him in one hand, looked up at the sky and said, "Empty Ming, you have seen enough excitement, right? ”

"Eagle King, you are also a Heavenly Destiny powerhouse who has survived for thousands of years, why do you want to embarrass a junior?" the old man of the void walked out of the void, and asked with a hint of anger hidden in his cloudy eyes.

"Kongming, he is not an ordinary junior, but a peerless pride who has the hope of becoming a destiny, I can't let him grow up. The Eagle King said, the strength of his hand was a little stronger, Mo whispered only to feel a click in his neck, and the severe pain was telling him that if the other party was pushing harder, his neck would be broken.

"That's enough!" the old man shouted.

"Eagle King, Liang Chen, Shen Tubai, Luo Gong, Huai Hongwen... Okay, good!Sixteen Tianhe Heavenly Mandates even ignored the rules set by the domain envoys at the same time, aren't you afraid of the domain envoys' punishment?!" The old man of the void looked around, looked at these sixteen Tianhe Heavenly Names, and raised his voice to question.

When did the legendary existence of the Mandate of Heaven become so much? Moreover, what did the Heavenly Dao Sect mean by the Heavenly Sect in the mouth of the old man? Few of the disciples of the Extreme Dao Sect present knew about the existence of the Tianhe Continent, and even a small number of people who knew about it were half-understood.

Ji Wuming, Mu Daoshu and other Extreme Dao Sect elders changed their faces when they heard this, but they knew about Tianlan's bloody past, and now that the Tianhe people who had slaughtered Tianlan had reappeared, and there were sixteen Heavenly Mandate level powerhouses, could it be that the great war thousands of years ago was going to be staged again? Mo Qingyu, who was choked by the Eagle King's neck, was even more heartbeat suddenly, he expected that one day he would fight with the Tianhe people, but he didn't expect this day to come so early, he was still just a Hidden Realm cultivator, although he had won the first place in the Saint Xuanwu War not long ago, but in front of these Tianhe Heavenly Mandates, he was like an ant, and he could be crushed to death at will.

"Don't use the domain envoy to scare us, he has disappeared for hundreds of years, and most of them have left here, so we are not afraid. The Eagle King's face was gloomy and he replied viciously.

"How dare you be so bold and disrespectful to the envoys. The Old Man of the Void Vision was his master, and when he heard this, he was immediately furious, stretched out his palm, grabbed the void, and launched an offensive against the Eagle King.

Seeing this, the Eagle King did not panic, smiled, casually put Mo Qingyu aside, and joined forces with the other fifteen Tianhe Heavenly Mandates to launch an offensive against the Old Man of the Sky Underworld, the purpose of their trip was to use Mo Qingyu to lure out the Old Man of the Sky Nether, and then take the opportunity to kill him.

After thousands of years of open and secret fighting, they knew the temperament of the old man in the void well, and knew that he would definitely protect Mo Qingyu, a peerless Tianjiao who was rare to see for a thousand years.

"Whisper, are you okay?" The Eagle King threw it casually, just throwing Mo Whisper near the Great Elder Ling Chuan, who was caught by him and asked with concern.

Mo whispered and breathed in the fresh air, his face was a little pale, and he shook his head slightly.

On the other side, the Void Immortal Elder who was besieged by the sixteen Heavenly River Heavenly Mandates was in a miserable situation, his body was already shaky, and it seemed that he could not support it for too long.

The Extreme Dao Sect had the intention to help him, but they didn't have these sixteen Heavenly Mandate opponents at all, and the aftermath of the battle of these Heavenly Mandate powerhouses was enough to shock them to death.