readx;? Ninety-nine double yang, paulownia flowers bloom all over the city. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAt such a time, the mood of all the monks is naturally very high. Their long-awaited annual Seal Ceremony will also be held today!

On the majestic altar, a beautiful woman in palace clothes took the stage with a group of monks. Feng Xitong, the lord of Tongcheng personally held a sacrificial ceremony.

"Brother Chen, the qualifications of the Wind City Lord are average, but fortunately, he is quite attractive. How about it, if you give him ten points, how many points will you give him?" said Qing He in the bustling crowd, squeezing his eyebrows at Cang Xuan.

"Smack!" Cang Xuan directly raised his palm and slapped it towards the back of Qing He's head.

"You kid won't die if you don't brag!" Cang Xuan smiled angrily. What do you mean by average qualifications? That Feng Xitong is a veritable master of the Grandmaster Realm.

If you can cultivate to this level, how bad will your qualifications be? If you dare to exclude a grandmaster like this, it is estimated that this guy in front of you dares to say it so unscrupulously.

"Really, don't look at the Lord of Tongcheng who doesn't look very old, but I know that she has been cultivating for more than 800 years. For such a long time, there is only the cultivation of the middle stage of the Grandmaster Realm, and she is so stupid as if she has average qualifications, but she is still promoted. If it weren't for the fact that she had a relationship with the Changfei War King that outsiders didn't know, just by virtue of her being a seventh-level battle, if she could become the city lord of one of the three main cities of this huge division!"

The original arrogant look on Qing He's face was gone, but there was a faint sense of loneliness. Immediately, he raised his head, and his eyes were shining. "As long as I am given another five to ten years, I will definitely have the strength to win all directions. At that time, I will definitely remove a few useless moths for my people!"

At the same time, in a certain mansion in the vast Tongcheng, a young monk dressed in gold leaned on a railing, overlooking thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

"One move broke the fist mark I taught you, it seems that this festival will not be so boring. The young man in the golden robe raised his hand, and behind him a kneeling one-armed monk stopped talking.

In the end, he did not speak, but saluted respectfully and turned to leave. However, when he took the second step with his foot, there were countless thunderbolts on his body.

Bang!

The one-armed monk fell to the ground in an instant, his body spasmed, convulsed and unable to speak. In a moment, only ashes were left on the ground, and at this time, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the dust was all over the sky......

On this day, the sacrificial ceremony finally began.

On the altar that reaches the sky, there is a statue of a demon god. Eight heads and eight sides, tiger body, eight legs and eight tails. This is Wu Zu Tianwu, spitting clouds and mist, Si water, wind.

Throughout the ages, the people of Wu Zu did not worship heaven and earth, and did not respect immortals. For this reason, the sacrifices they will naturally not be to the heavens and gods, but to the twelve ancient ancestors who created their family name.

The Fengfeng Division, the monks here, are mostly descendants of Tianwu Wuzu.

With the start of the festival, Qinghe is no longer fighting. Regardless of whether there is the blood of Tianwu Wuzu flowing in the body, the kind of admiration and respect engraved in the bones will not change, the twelve Wuzu are in the same lineage, which is also the reason why their Wuzu has been able to inherit it since the Great Tribulation.

After the festival, it will be the ceremony of sealing the generals that has attracted the attention of all people! Now, the battle situation is open!

"Boom!"

A quaint stone platform was released from the void dimensional space, suspended above the heavenly dome, swallowing cold light. The stone platform is mottled, and there are various sword marks left on it, which are the traces left after countless battles.

"Warriors, please come to the battlefield!" a monk shouted, informing the monks below who were worshipping the general.

Cang Xuan looked at the platforms that were suspended in the air and surrounded by a circle, and his black and white pupils gradually constricted. The rules of this division are much simpler than he imagined.

It comes down to one thing, that is, as long as you keep winning, you will be sealed, and there will be no problem!

Of course, this limit should be ten games, that is, pushing the entire stone platform one circle and becoming the final winner. As long as you do this well, the letter will be on the list and will be able to leave your name.

"Boom-" A monk has already taken the stage and competed on the battlefield of Shitai.

Cang Xuan looked at the fiery scene in front of him, and there was not much turmoil in his heart. On the stone platform, as far as he could see, there were almost all Witch Soul Realm monks, and this kind of battle situation, for him, was no different from a child's house, and he couldn't arouse any interest at all.

There is no way, the secret realm of the kings has made his strength change dramatically. Today, looking at the hundreds of tribes, he is also enough to stand at the forefront of his generation and leave a name.

"It's time for us to make a quick move. Cang Xuan said to Qing He. For them, it doesn't matter whether it's early or late, it's just a formality.

Looking at the young man in front of him with a delicate face and a mysterious background, Cang Xuan never asked why the other party came to this windproof division to pay homage, after all, everyone has their own secrets. The tacit understanding is as if the other party has not asked about some private matters other than cultivation.

Without any surprise, Cang Xuan and Qing He both passed this assessment. It can be said that even if they don't participate in the second round of assessment, there will be a place for them on the list.

For Cang Xuan and Qing He, it was naturally so breezy and calm, but for the other monks, it was undoubtedly an almost impossible thing to defeat nine monks of the same level as themselves.

This first round of assessment lasted for nearly ten days before it ended, and there were some outstanding ones like Cang Xuan and Qing He. Those monks, some of them are like casual cultivators, and some are the sons of those families who were born in the generals' department, such as the famous generals Chang Teng, Huang Zhong and other generals who were in the past, all showed extremely amazing and shocking combat power.

With the first round of assessment places set, the second round of competition also kicked off. The purpose of this round of assessment is to highlight the practical skills of these monks and their ability to respond to unexpected situations.

They came to a closed battlefield, inside which was a primeval mountain range, where all kinds of poisonous insects and beasts lurked, full of all kinds of unknown dangers. In order to increase the difficulty, the division headquarters specially sent people to drop hundreds of captives from foreign races into this battlefield, so that they could fight each other on this fast battlefield.

On the premise of surviving, the number of alien heads obtained is the criterion for whether they can enter the final assessment.

For a few days after that, the mountains were no longer as quiet as they had been. The sound of various trees collapsing and the explosion of rocks cracking followed...... There is blood and light surging, and there is a fighting spirit rushing into the sky!

This phenomenon has continued because, as it is customary for the second assessment to be conducted in conjunction with the last assessment. What exacerbates the conflict is that the content of this final assessment is to only take the top 100!

"Da Da Da!"

Hurried footsteps came from the dense forest, and a figure rushed out of the dense forest, carrying a few blades of grass flying in the air.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Suddenly, a body appeared, and the body of the person who was running trembled, but the speed under his feet was a few points faster again, and he didn't even dare to look back.

"Poof!" a head flew high with a frightened expression, blood splattering on several blades of grass and falling to the ground.

"With the evil of the Black Panther clan as bait, you are in the mood to play such a boring trick. On the wasteland outside the dense forest, a young man in brocade said. He was clutching a bloodied head in his hand, and his expression was very disdainful.

"Are you the one who broke off one of my useless brother's arms?" asked a young monk dressed in gold as the grass and trees parted in the middle of the forest.

"Haha...... This kind of energy can also be claimed to be the first person in the general department with a population of one million, which is really a big joke. What kind of climate has become for those who are timid?" The young man in brocade pursed his lips, and the disdain on his face was even more aggravated.

Bang!

The young man in the golden robe was angry, and a terrifying killing intent almost burst out of his body. However, at this time, some black dots magnified in the air and smashed straight down.

When I looked closely, it was nearly thirty bloody heads!

"I've already brought you the person you're waiting for, why, don't you know how to thank me?" A silver feather armor fluttered down and stepped on a leaftop of a tree.

"You guys, looking for death!" said the golden-clad monk through gritted teeth, and a body of murderous intent gushed out, causing the world to suddenly change color.

Who is he? The first person in Huang Zhong's general's department, the seeded player who will win the championship in the division's department this time! Who doesn't know his Zhong Fengyun's name? These two people in front of him dare to humiliate him again and again, and they are simply challenging his anger!

"Originally, nameless miscellaneous people like you were not worthy of my attack, but you are so desperate for death, then I will fulfill you!" Zhong Fengyun looked at the monks who were loyal to him or were used by him to besiege and kill the two people in front of him but were killed back, looking at the heads, his face suddenly became extremely cold.

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