"Oh? I don't know how to compare it! ”

But everyone asked, as if they hadn't seen the change in the old way's expression.

"Hehe, well, I propose, all races and factions, first confirm that two thousand people march into the blood clan."

"If you want to send more disciples, you can decide by the rank of Dabi. Specifically, the top 10 will be selected, with 3,000 people for the first place, 2,000 for the second to fourth, 1,500 for the remaining 5th to 7th, and 1,000 for the last three. The short-bearded man spoke slowly.

"Yes, that's very good."

Hearing this, the rickety old woman was the first to speak, if this is the case, if she Brahmin can get a few more people into the top ten, then she can send more disciples.

The rest of the group apparently had similar sentiments and were quite sympathetic to the proposal.

"However, as far as I know, there are also some juniors in other sects in Taiyi Dao Palace, and they want to take advantage of the opening of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land to seek opportunities, and if these people enter the top ten at that time, they will naturally be counted as disciples of my seven sects."

As if he had thought of something, the Roshan man looked at everyone and spoke again.

"Yes, what Ang Daoyou said is very true.

Everyone nodded, so that the Taiyi Dao Palace could prevent it from borrowing external forces to increase its chances of winning.

Sure enough, the solemn-looking old man's face became more and more ugly.

"Hmph, you guys are really calculating." I saw him snort coldly.

Originally, the Cave Heaven Blessed Land was only for the experience of the disciples of the Taiyi Dao Palace, but for the sake of the inheritance that had long been cut off by the patriarch of the opening sect, these forces joined forces to exert pressure, and every time they opened, they would change their tricks to let their own personal disciples or descendant bloodlines enter it, in order to seek opportunities.

Fortunately, at least those backs will be sent into the palace gate, barely counted as disciples of Taiyi Dao Palace, but now he is even more aggressive, and he directly wants to send people to the cave in the name of the competition, and the clay man still has three points of fire, so how can he not be angry.

"Why, such a way to get the best of both worlds, evil friends still have objections." The rickety old woman at the head narrowed her eyes.

"Of course there are opinions, every time the Cave Heaven Blessed Land is opened, the quota is no more than two hundred, and this time is an exception, the formation held by the Sumeru space has begun to face collapse, and it is even more impossible for more disciples to enter it, in my inference, this time the opening of the top heaven can withstand one hundred and fifty people, and you will have to take away sixty places at once, which is too deceptive."

The old man, who was known as the evil friend, spoke angrily.

In his opinion, if this is really done, the actual situation is even worse than now, the six major sects occupy sixty places, and there are people from other forces who also have disciples in the palace gate, and after roughly counting the number of people, there are at least fifty people, then only thirty or forty disciples of the real Taiyi Dao Palace can enter the cave heaven blessed land.

The descendants installed by these sect families are often extremely talented people, and the Taiyi Dao Palace has declined from generation to generation, how can they be compared with it.

If the quota is really determined according to this kind of competition, then one of the top ten will definitely have no chance with Taiyi Dao Palace, and will definitely be occupied by other palaces. Then Taiyi Dao Palace can only send two thousand guaranteed people to march into the blood clan, and the resources that can be captured are definitely the least.

The rickety old woman of the Brahmin said that she had the best of both worlds, but in his opinion, it was completely the best of both worlds, and Taiyi Dao Palace couldn't occupy any of them.

"In that case, then we will have to vote." Seeing this, the man from Roshan frowned slightly, and then continued: .

"If you agree with the proposal of the head of the Nangong family, just raise your hand."

Hearing this, except for the old man surnamed Evil, the other six people raised their hands at the same time.

Seeing this, the corners of the rickety old woman's mouth pulled up a sneer.

"The minority agrees with the majority, in this case, the evil friends should have nothing to say."

The evil surname Taoist priest's eyes flickered, but he looked at everyone but stopped speaking, and resumed Fang Cai's unsmiling expression, and said lightly:

"This matter will be enlightened by the palace master, and it will be decided by his old man."

"Okay, that's it."

But in the eyes of everyone, since this evil surnamed Taoist priest said so, then this matter is finalized, as long as everyone joins forces to exert pressure, Taiyi Dao Palace will not dare to disobey.

If it weren't for the hesitation to attack the blood clan in this move, and planned to let the Taiyi Dao Palace take the lead to find out the bottom of it, the six major sects might just squeeze it out, where would this piece of fat get their turn.

But when he thought that this move would not only maximize his own interests, but also send more disciples into the Cave Heaven Blessed Land to seek opportunities, it could be said that he killed two birds with one stone, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.

"Calculating the time, the Cave Heaven Blessed Land will be two years short, and three years will inevitably be opened, two or three years is just enough for me to make more preparations, and during this period, I hope that the head of the Nangong family will always pay attention to every move of the blood clan." The burly man spoke to the short-bearded man on the main seat.

"It's nature."

So everyone discussed many competitions again, as well as the details of preparation.

But the evil old man didn't have the slightest intention to speak, just listened to everyone's talk with an expressionless face.

……

A year has passed in a blink of an eye.

At this time, far away in the Wanling Mountain Range, I saw a Dao-robed monk coming in and out of thousands of holes on a steep cliff from time to time, as if searching for something.

At the entrance of one of the densely packed caves, winding inward, you can see a little Taoist priest about thirteen or fourteen years old sitting cross-legged in a pile of dry bones.

This person is Dongfang Mo.

On this day, he suddenly opened his eyes while sitting cross-legged, and the momentum on his body suddenly exploded, only to see the endless aura around him converge, and then turned into a milky white tornado, which suddenly drilled into his body.

Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed, and the mana in his body agitated, like a long whale drinking water, inhaling the endless aura into the limbs and veins, and it was enough to stop after a cup of tea.

"Whoa!"

The next moment, his Dao robe was windless and automatic, and it instantly swelled, and his momentum exploded.

Seeing that his cultivation had reached the level of the early stage of the sixth order.

In less than a year before, he had cultivated from the first order to the middle stage of the fourth order.

Now that it has taken a whole year, I have only improved my cultivation from the late fourth order to the early sixth level, but I didn't expect that the more I go back, the more difficult it will be to improve my cultivation.

But even so, it was difficult to hide the joy on his face.

I saw that the magic of his hands was constantly changing, and with a wave of his hand, the rich wood spiritual power would spread out in all directions.

The fingers came out a little bit, and among the dry bones not far away, there was nothing out of nothing, and a few slightly green wood buds were drilled, and the next moment, the wood buds grew rapidly, turning into a few arm-thick vines.

At the same time, it was like a spiritual snake and kept writhing, only to see Dongfang Mo's hands pointing repeatedly, several vines swaying without wind, drilling upwards from the bottom up, one end was like a sharp blade cutting into tofu, and in a blink of an eye, it had pierced the stone wall above the cave and easily drilled into it.

The vines stood upright, the surface of which was covered with thorns, like steel bars infused with iron essence, and full of solid color.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo had words in his mouth, and the next moment the figure sitting cross-legged suddenly disappeared, turning into a faint blue light that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and when it appeared in an instant, it was already ten zhang away.

I saw that he stretched out his hand and took out a pitch-black short stick, and when he looked closely, it was the low-level magic weapon that he had obtained from the monk who had exploded before, and with a sudden wave at this time, the short stick turned into several invisible afterimages.

"Bang bang bang!"

Qi Qi hit the upright vine, but it made a sound like hitting a tamping stake, and then looked at the vine, unharmed.

The corners of Dongfang Mo's mouth were raised, and the magic was complete, even if it was an ordinary low-level magic weapon, it was difficult to break it.

"Close!"

A word was gently spit out from his mouth, and the steel-like vines writhed, turning from large to small, turning into invisible and burrowing into the ground, as if the previous scene had not happened.

"Whew!"

At this time, only a long exhalation sound was heard, and at the same time, Dongfang Mo's hands were round, and a layer of pale cyan light suddenly shrouded his body, and the next moment the light rose sharply, turning into hundreds of wooden thorns, which were not spectacular, and the wooden thorns shot out in unison with a wave of his hand.

"Poof!" The sound was connected, and then I looked at the stone wall in front of me, which was full of large and small holes, as dense as a beecomb.

In a year's time, he has cultivated the Wood Thorn Technique and the Transformation Vine Armor to the point of Dacheng, and the Wood Escape Technique has also been close to Dacheng.

As for the rest of the middle-level spells, they also reached Xiaocheng, such a great achievement, if it didn't have the help of this spiritual vein, I am afraid it would be impossible to do it in ten years.

Nodding with satisfaction, just as he was about to try the rest of the more powerful mid-level spells, his ears twitched, and he suddenly looked ahead, and at the same time, his figure flickered, and he saw a green shadow flash, and then disappeared without a trace.

After a while, I saw a monk in his early twenties dressed in Taoist robes.

At this point, the monk looked around with a look of doubt in his eyes, and at the same time his figure flashed and walked towards the depths of the cave.

Just as he was about to turn a corner, he could even feel a burst of weak white light coming from his front when he suddenly stumbled under his feet.

When he lowered his head, several ink-colored vines had been wrapped around his waist from his feet, and his face changed greatly, and he was about to make a move, but at this time, two slender rattans also drilled out of the stone walls on both sides, and they tied his two arms under just a roll.

The vines instantly tightened into the flesh, eventually binding him into a cross, hanging in the air.

At this time, the green shadow flashed, and Dongfang Mo's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at him with coldness in his eyes.

The monk's body was bound, and he struggled violently, but the rattan on his arms and ankles was as strong as steel, making it difficult to move for half a minute.

When he looked at Dongfang Mo again, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Dongfang Mo frowned, and carefully looked at the monk in front of him, seeing that he should be in the early stage of the fifth order, such a cultivation is really not worth mentioning in front of him now.

But the next moment, his expression changed slightly, and he saw that his eyes began to be covered with bloodshots, and at the same time, his breath was swollen, and his face was hideous.

"Is it a puppet again!"

The corners of Dongfang Mo's mouth twitched, and at the same time, one hand was turned upside down, and the other hand was waved from top to bottom, and the rattan armor of the Dacheng realm was no longer just the shape of the rattan armor, returning to the basics, forming a faint layer of emerald green light and shadow.

"Boom!"

Under a violent mana fluctuation, a deafening roar was heard in the dark river, and the river was blown up high, splashing all over the sky, shaking all around, and many falling rocks fell into the water.

After four or five breaths, when the splash fell, Dongfang Mo did not move at all behind the green light and shadow.

As soon as the mana was collected, the green shadow in front of him dissipated, and the scattered scraps and pieces of flesh also fell down and fell into the water.

Just when his face was cloudy, he saw that among the minced flesh in the corner of the wall, a bloody light suddenly rose to the sky, and in an instant, it went towards the corner of the white light.

Dongfang Mo was taken aback, but his movements were also extremely fast, and with a wave of his hand, a wooden stimulus that was difficult to see with the naked eye shot out.

"Poof!" A bang.

The latter came first and nailed the bloody light to the stone wall, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a bloody eyeball. At this point, the eyeball was pierced, but it was still possible to see the look of disbelief on it.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's expression was unusually ugly, if it was expected, the person behind the puppet should have discovered the secret here.

At this time, a year has passed, and Wu Bicha has already put aside Dongfang Mo's affairs, after all, it would be unwise to put most of his energy on a low-level disciple just because he was suspicious.

On this day, just as he was explaining something to a disciple who was buying a magic weapon, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and then his expression changed.

"Dead again!"

One of his prohibitions under the puppet, if he is captured alive or killed, the puppet will blow itself up, firstly to defeat both his opponents, and secondly, to be able to die without proof even if it is discovered that he is a puppet controlled by others.

This kind of puppet technique of killing the soul of a monk and controlling his physical body is a taboo existence that is listed as a taboo by many sects, and naturally he does not dare to publicize it.

As long as the puppet explodes, it will be the first to be detected by him.

However, Ubicha didn't panic too much at this time, only to see that he suddenly closed his eyes, and with the help of the last trace of vitality in the puppet's blood, he condensed a bloody eye.

Although the bloody eye had just condensed and was nailed to death by Dongfang Mo's wooden thorns, at the last moment, a picture emitting a faint white light appeared in Ubicha's mind.

In that picture, fist-sized white spars are inlaid in the stone walls, and they are dense and dense with no end in sight.

"It's... Spirit... Spiritual veins! ”

I saw that his eyes were wide open, and his face was full of shock.