Firmament Continent.

Zhongzhou!

One hundred and eight cities outside the martial altar......

At the twilight hour of the day.

A thin black-clothed young man, armed with two huge hammers, once again stepped on the greedy wolf platform.

Boom.

......

Knock knock!

Knock knock knock......

On the greedy wolf platform, a huge drum as high as 100 feet made a huge rumbling sound at this moment.

The sound of a thunderous drum spread as if it had infinite magical power, and it spread out from the greedy wolf platform and swept through the entire one hundred and eight cities.

Boom.

Bang.

Prosperous.

......

The sound was loud, like the hammering of war drums on an ancient battlefield.

It shocked everyone in the One Hundred and Eight Dojo, and also shocked all the martial artists in the city within a radius of 30,000 miles outside the Zhongzhou Martial Altar!

It was the sound of the earth-shattering drum.

Under normal circumstances, it is not allowed to be knocked!

Once it rings.

It will represent the decisive battle of the two dojos.

It's not just the Dao Masters of the two dojos!

It's a dojo!

This is the sound of waging a war to exterminate the sect.

Because, once knocking on it. What is represented is that after half a year, only one dojo can exist in two dojos. The end of this decisive battle will come at the cost of the extinction of all the people in one dojo!

This has never happened since the opening of the Zhongzhou martial arts arena.

Even the dojo to which the Four Young Emperors belonged had never done such a domineering and rampant thing.

Even the previous battles in the Zhongzhou martial arts arena have never been!

"What's going on?Who is the person beating the drum, who dares to start a battle to the death in the dojo?!"

In Baiyun City, a Dao Lord stood on the roof, looked up at the almost invisible Greedy Wolf Platform, and muttered.

"Dojo Death Battle, how many times has there been a battle in the Zhongzhou Martial Arts?"

A Taoist master frowned and spoke.

"I don't know who the challenged dojo is, and it was so targeted?!"

Someone was puzzled.

In the Apocalypse City, a young man in white clothes was sassy, with a hidden divine light around him, he looked up calmly in the direction of the greedy wolf platform, and a smile cracked at the corner of his mouth: "It's a little interesting!"

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

In the city of Garan, a white-robed monk recites the Dharma with his hands folded.

"It seems that there is another deep hatred!"

Someone shook his head and spoke, his eyes full of the brilliance of watching a play.

The earth-shattering drums sounded.

One hundred and eight cities in Zhongzhou were shocked.

Zhongzhou was also shaken!

Seem......

It's been a long time since something so big has happened.

......

On the greedy wolf stage, when the black-clothed young man knocked for half an hour in a row. Between heaven and earth, there is a storm and clouds surging!

Only when the black-clothed young man looked up, a middle-aged man with a snow-white dragon horse in the void, wearing silver-white battle armor and holding a silver spear appeared in the void.

The man was majestic, his cloak was like a battle flag, his eyebrows were shining, majestic and fierce.

"Why are you beating the drums?"

The man asked, and as he spoke, an aura of terror poured down the sky. It's like a dazzling god of war, domineering and abnormal.

"Who are you?"

The young man in black narrowed his eyes and asked rhetorically.

He struck the heaven-shattering drum with a hammer, shaking the surrounding pressure with the supreme sound of the drum.

"This dojo law enforcement division adjudicator Jun Xiance!"

The man spoke indifferently, and only as he spoke, a snow-white token appeared in front of him.

That's the identity token of the Adjudicator of the Enforcement Division.

"I am the Dao Master of the Desolate Clan!"

Bai Xiaopang stopped beating the drum, he turned around, raised his head and stared at the latter without humility or arrogance, and said: "Beat the drum today, on behalf of the new Dao Master of the Desolate Clan, go down to the dojo to fight to the death!"

"Challenging the Dojo?"

"After March, August 15! Desolate Clan Daoist Lin Huang, take my Desolate Clan, challenge Huang Wuxuan, challenge Huang Tiangong!

"Forest wilderness?"

That Jun Xiance raised his voice slightly, looking a little surprised.

He was born in the Heavenly Punishment Temple, and he was naturally very familiar with the name of Lin Huang. He also knew that Lin Huang had been forced into the Wolf Juxu God Domain by the people of the four ancient clans not long ago.

"Lin Huang came out of the Wolf Juxu God Domain?"

Jun Xiance said.

"You don't need to know about this!"

Bai Xiaopang said.

Jun Xiance frowned slightly, and then with a wave of his hand, a huge battle letter appeared in the void, only in the light, the golden characters were condensed, and they were imprinted on the war book.

"Is there a bet?"

Jun Xiance asked.

"In the battle of exterminating the sect, can there be a bet?"

Bai Xiaopang was a little stunned and a little surprised, but his expression remained unchanged at all, as steady as Mount Tai.

"There is the Phoenix Clan behind the Phoenix Heavenly Palace, and there is the Holy Emperor Zhao Tianjia behind the Desolate Clan!

"Good!"

Bai Xiaopang nodded, "If the Phoenix Heavenly Palace is destroyed, the Phoenix Clan should hand over the Phoenix Silk Yarn." If the Phoenix Clan is destroyed, all the requirements of the Phoenix Heavenly Palace, the Desolate Clan will accept it!"

Bai Xiaopang's voice fell, and on the battle book, big characters kept emerging.

Then, Bai Xiaopang pointed like a knife, swaying the war book with blood!

"This battle book, this seat will definitely be firmly handed over to Huang Wuxuan! Within three days, whether the Phoenix Heavenly Palace will engage in battle or not, there must be a conclusion!"

"Thank you, Inquisitor!"

Bai Xiaopang gave a rare arch.

"Lin Huang can enter the realm of the Holy King?"

Jun Xiance suddenly asked.

Bai Xiaopang frowned, then shook his head and said, "The big war is coming in three months, I can't answer this question!"

Jun Xiance nodded, and then his big sleeves rolled up, and the whole person disappeared into the void, heading towards the direction of Cangwu City, where the Phoenix Heavenly Palace was located!

......

It's going to be night!

Cangwu City.

In the middle of the city, there is a towering pavilion, standing on top of the pavilion, it seems that you can reach out and touch the boundary of the sky.

On top of that pavilion, a huge phoenix is carved.

Lifelike!

At nightfall, the carved phoenix will emit a scorching light, illuminating most of the city of Cangwu City.

Once......

In the era of eternal night for more than 2,000 years, among the declining and depressed Phoenix clan, there was a peerless Tianjiao called Phoenix Sorrowful Night.

He's alone.

In the vast darkness of the night, fight against the evil clan. Like a torch, it illuminates the way forward for the human race. In the period of 2,000 years, the latter attained nirvana seventeen times.

Every time, he was slain by the power of the evil race.

Every time he returned from Nirvana strongly, he fought bloody battles for the Langyang Terran.

It wasn't until later that he was completely gone.

It can no longer be reborn in Nirvana, and it can no longer shelter the common people.

So......

There is a city in this world.

Fengqi Wutong!

Even if a thousand years have passed, the Zhongzhou martial arts altar has been opened all times, and no Taoist master has ever created a dojo in Cangwu City, except for the people of the Phoenix clan.

And the huge phoenix sculpture at the top of the Wutong Tower is to commemorate the sad night of the phoenix.

At this moment, next to the huge phoenix sculpture, there is a young man with outstanding demeanor.

He wore a golden phoenix crown on his head, a phoenix nirvana robe like a flame, and a snow-white face, like a newborn baby of nirvana. However, his eyes were as calm and deep as a hidden spring!

He listened to the continuous sound of drums from the greedy wolf platform, his expression was calm, but there were thousands of waves in his heart.

The earth-shattering drums sounded.

The Battle of the Exterminating Sect!

This is the heroic act he longed for, the battle of the world, when a male lord is born, the death of the clan and the extinction of the clan, and the power of the eight directions! trampling on the corpses of countless Tianjiao, stepping on the throne of his own martial arts pinnacle!

He longed for it.

So, a few months ago, he challenged Ditian, who was known as the young emperor of the world.

Even if he loses, he is not ashamed!

Because he believes that he will be the protagonist of this world. One day, he will step on the bones of the four young emperors, set foot on the Zhongzhou martial arts, and overwhelm a generation of Tianjiao in this world, and achieve his own hegemony.

Huang Wuxuan looked at the sky, and there seemed to be a magnificent mountain and river in front of him for him to guide.

And at this very moment......

A middle-aged man riding a dragon horse, wearing silver armor, walking through the clouds and stepping on the moon, and holding a silver spear in his hand!