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Chapter 689: Preliminary Round

The Dead Soul Bloodline in the Dead Soul Emperor's body can give him three chances to destroy the soul and reborn, and each time it is equivalent to Nirvana rebirth, and his cultivation will be more advanced than before.

If he could devour the Undead Dragon Soul, then the Immortal Immortal would reach nine times.

This is equivalent to nine times of nirvana rebirth, and after nine times, how rebellious is he?

It's just that the Dead Soul Emperor didn't accomplish such a feat after all.

"After the Dead Dragon Emperor was killed, he condensed his cultivation and dead soul into his descendants, and the Immortal Dragon Emperor was extremely injured in that battle. ”

"The strength of our Dead Soul Family lies in the inheritance, the second generation of our Lin family has a peerless genius, that person is the son of the Dead Soul Emperor, he found the Immortal Dragon Emperor, and killed the latter, and more importantly, he completed a feat that his father never accomplished, absorbing the Immortal Dragon Soul. ”

Lin Wouji's words are quite amazing.

Lin Feng, the head of the Lin family, stared at him, and he knew what was going on.

The second head of the Lin family disappeared and disappeared without knowing where to go.

This is also the entire history of the Lin family.

"Now, we have to accomplish the feat accomplished by our ancestors, if we extract this person's immortal dragon soul and merge it into our dead soul, then we will have nine chances of immortality and immortality! The strength will be unprecedentedly strong, and our Lin family will not only be at the overlord level here, but it will also be a super family at the overlord level when we reach that more open place!" Lin Wuji looked at the front with fiery eyes, as if he was looking at a peerless treasure.

Hearing this, Lin Feng was not calm, and a touch of excitement appeared on his face.

The Great Elder's words were like thunder, and his brain couldn't function a little bit.

"If we want to accomplish this feat, everything depends on whether we can extract his soul!" Lin Wuji's eyes were filled with blazing light, like a flame-scorching holy sword, incomparably formidable.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and their smiles were full of gloom and malice.

......

"Ahh

In the middle of the room, a figure rose from the bed, sweating profusely.

Ye Qingyun wiped the sweat from his cheeks, he had a dream just now.

I dreamed that my father was beaten up.

That dream was real.

He clenched his hands involuntarily, making a gurgling sound, and his heart seemed to be in turmoil, but he soon calmed down, and a light of determination appeared in his eyes.

Take a leap.

Opening the door, the golden sun shone on his face, adding a touch of mystery to him.

The sky was exposed to the white belly of the fish, and at this moment, all the disciples of the nine major factions and the genius martial artists had gathered under the ground.

After today's war, the rankings will be directly separated.

The ranking is calculated according to the number of points, and the top 3,000 warriors can enter the preliminary round.

Compared with the selection competition, the preliminary round is even more cruel, and it is necessary to eliminate 2,900 from these 3,000 martial artists, which is the so-called top 100.

The rules of the preliminary competition are very simple, the competition is random, the loser is eliminated directly, and the winner continues to play until the five wins can be stopped and continue to fight tomorrow.

Such a way of fighting continued up to a hundred people.

It can be said that this is even more brutal than the tryouts.

Of course, the world of martial artists is cruel. The so-called strong are nothing more than stepping on the corpses of the weak.

The reason why strong people are strong is because they have a heart that dares to challenge and a heart that wants to become stronger.

Soon, a morning passed, and at noon, a huge piece of parchment with the names of men written on it was pasted on the walls.

This is the person who has entered the preliminary round.

It's dense, but it doesn't look dazzling, because every word has a strange power.

"Word master. Ye Qingyun's eyes flickered and he muttered.

That's right, if you can write such a weird word, you will never be an ordinary person.

Word master, every word carries spiritual power, and has an extremely strange power.

Ye Qingyun took a slight look, and his spiritual power swept over like a tide, and he soon found his name, of course, he also found the name of Ask Xue Qing and Zhan Xiaotian.

Not surprisingly, they all made it to the preliminary round.

Next, it's time to take a break for the preliminary round.

Wen Xueqing has been by his side, and there is a small thing flying above her fragrant shoulder.

It was a blue-blooded elf.

Ye Qingyun glanced around, the most important enemy for him this time was not Feng Ming, nor Duan Yi, the Nine Emperor Princes, nor Luo Zhongtian.

It was the young man who had been holding the black and gold book.

The Death Burning Man is a very rare existence in the Ghost Sect, and the latter is so young, the Death Burning Book in his hand has already reached the black gold quality, which is enough to see the latter's talent against the sky.

As soon as I thought of this person, suddenly, a noisy sound erupted from the people around me, like a rolling river.

If you look closely, it turns out that there are two young men standing in the ring.

One was the young man with the black and gold book in his hand.

Ye Qingyun remembered that the latter claimed to be the emperor.

Unfortunately, standing in front of the young man was Luo Zhongtian, a genius disciple of the Qinglong faction.

"I didn't expect to see Luo Zhongtian make a move all of a sudden, Luo Zhongtian's talent is the first person in the Qinglong faction. ”

"The poor guy is really unlucky, he met Luo Zhongtian as soon as he came up, and it seems that he missed the top 100. ”

Someone made a joking sound.

When Ye Qingyun heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Suddenly, on the ring, Luo Zhongtian noticed Ye Qingyun, a pair of gloomy eyes swept fiercely on Ye Qingyun, and roared: "Ye Qingyun, I will kill me him, and then kill you!

The moment he spoke, he took a step lightly, and the next moment, a powerful momentum erupted on his body, and a ninefold cultivation of the Heavenly Netherworld Realm emerged like a tide, once again shocking everyone to sigh again and again, worthy of the first day of the Qinglong faction.

But his action fell in Ye Qingyun's eyes, and he was an idiot.

Suddenly, in front of him, a young man in a black robe opened the black and gold book with his right hand, the pages were all black and gold, he gave people the feeling that he was caressing the snow-white skin of a young girl, the pages opened slightly, and then a dark golden flame appeared on the pages, jumping like an elf.

The next moment, a ray of light pierced the sky like a sharp sword, and immediately after, it fell on the forehead of the young man in front of him.

Shout!

The voice was crisp, and then the next moment, Luo Zhongtian's head fell directly to the ground, and his eyes were round and round, as if they were two pearls.

He doesn't blink an eye!