"Ye Zun, the matter of the leader wanting to accept his own disciples has now made the masters of all levels of the Great Wilderness Tribe active, for the identity of the disciples, they will do their best, you have to be careful when the time comes, there are also many demonic characters at the second-order sword king level. At the dinner table, Li Yi said to Ye Zun that his age was over fifty years old, and he could not participate in the battle of his own disciples.

"I'll be careful. Ye Zun said, "I just don't know how it will be done at that time." ”

"The personal disciple that the leader wants to accept must be a genius who is very outstanding in all aspects, and the battle between the personal disciples may be very difficult and cruel, and bloodshed and death are inevitable. Li Yi responded.

Ye Zun nodded, the identity of the leader sitting down and passing on the disciple is too tempting, for this identity, people at every level will try their best to fight and rob, and some powerful Wang Realm figures will mercilessly wipe out opponents who are weaker than themselves, stepping on their corpses to ascend to the throne.

"There are three days left and I need to prepare. Ye Zun stood up and said, Li Yi nodded, "Go, our family will definitely go to watch it in three days, this kind of grand event is rare." ”

"Brother Ye, come on!" Li Xiaoxiao waved his small fist, showing an encouraging smile at Ye Zun, Ye Zun touched Li Xiaoxiao's head and left Li Yi's house, there are still three days to fight for the disciples, Ye Zun has to work hard again in these three days, how many martial cultivators at the second-order Sword King level will participate in the battle of the disciples Ye Zun is not clear, but there must be very powerful characters among them, in the face of these people, Ye Zun is not arrogant enough to stand out from them, before that, only strong strength can decide everything in the end.

"My own strength has reached a bottleneck point, and I can't improve it in the short term, and I don't gain much if I work hard in this area, martial arts, yes, only by starting with martial arts, and improving the power of martial arts to increase my combat effectiveness. In the room, Ye Zun whispered to himself, his own various powers, the power of the sword, the power of thunder, the ruthless Dao intent, and the heavenly sword intent, these four powers have all been improved in the sword tower, and it is completely impossible to raise these four powers to another level in three days.

His own martial arts are the aspects that Ye Zun wants to improve, but in terms of king-level martial arts, Ye Zun has only cultivated the Great Desolate Sword and the Great Desolate Fist, two sets of great desolate tribes.

Ye Zun's consciousness entered the Martial God Space, in the void world, Ye Zun was practicing the Great Desolate Sword, compared to the fist technique, Ye Zun paid more attention to the sword technique, the fist technique was not the field that Ye Zun was good at, the terrible barren aura was filled in the Martial God space, turning into a tornado that swept the whole world, and the Martial God Space was filled with the breath of eternal desolation, as if to extract the barren breath in this void space cleanly.

"The Great Desolate Sword, focusing on 'desolation', contains a desolate aura in the swordsmanship, that desolate aura can be turned into a substantive attack, the desolate sky makes people fall into a desolate world, that ancient desolate aura is an attack, however, how can we maximize this desolate aura in this sword move?" Ye Zun, thinking, exploring, understanding, his mind is as clear as a mirror, his mind is open-minded, with his thoughts, all kinds of desolate attacks evolve in the Martial God space, as if they are the real side.

The terrifying aura of desolation swept the heavens and the earth, and in the midst of that aura sweep, a sword light pierced the sky, and the sword shadows in the sky roared, like a sword groan, here, it has become a world of desolate swords, as if there are countless Ye Zun practicing the Great Desolate Sword in it.

Time, as Ye Zun slowly disappeared in this kind of exercise, Ye Zun's heart was distracted, and his mind was always contemplating the Great Desolate Sword, he, as if he had gone through a long time, was completely forgetful, and that ancient desolate atmosphere brought him into an ancient era, in that era, he could better understand the Great Desolate Sword, desolate, originally from the ancient chaotic period.

"Desolation, on behalf of the years, on behalf of time, desolation, witnessing everything, experiencing everything, time everything will change, but the eternal desolation will not change, they will always exist with the changes of the times, eternal and immortal. ”

At this moment, Ye Zun realized that the famine represents the years, after the vicissitudes of life, the years will last forever.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, as Ye Zun realized, the vast desolate power in the martial god space converged towards Ye Zun, enveloping him, Ye Zun's whole person was silent in a kind of understanding, the sword in his hand was still waving, but in his mind was another scene, a barren world, a swordsman slashed out with a sword, that sword, from one end of the sky to the other, cut off the desolation, but also cut off the years.

"The Great Desolate Sword, such a terrible swordsmanship, which actually contains the power of time, a sword out, the desolation is destroyed, and the years stop. Ye Zun opened his eyes, and those eyes, at this moment, seemed to have also gone through endless years and countless vicissitudes.

"However, if I want to fully unleash the power of the Great Desolation Sword, I am afraid that I can only do it if I comprehend the power of time. Ye Zun sighed in his heart, this time he realized the essence of the Great Desolation Sword, but if he wanted to do it, it was extremely difficult, the power of time, who in this world could control this supreme power.

The power of time, one of the most feared forces in the power of all things, the four powers of time, time, space, and death, all belong to the supreme power.

Ye Zun withdrew from the Martial God Space, today is the third day, and the battle between the disciples will also start today.

On the plain north of the Great Wilderness Tribe, where, as if it is vast and endless, it has been divided into nine regions, each area is very huge, can accommodate tens of thousands of people, at this moment, on the northern plain, I don't know how many martial cultivators of the Great Wilderness Tribe have come here, people under the age of fifty are eligible to participate in the battle of personal disciples, and those who are over the standard can only sigh.

There is a battle platform in each of the nine regions, which is very vast and hard, and in the sky above these nine areas, elder-level figures and Dharma protectors are all there, they stand in the void, and their eyes calmly look at the dense crowd below, to elect nine people from among them, those nine people must be geniuses who are outstanding in all aspects.

"The personal disciple is a genius among the elites of the Great Wilderness Tribe, so the next selection will be very cruel, some of you will die because of this, fall on the battle platform, and some people will stand out and become the brightest star, but as long as you persist until the finals, you will have the qualifications to enter the Wasteland. "On the heavenly dome, the Great Elder said extremely calmly, "The battle of the disciples is divided into three rounds, the first round, the talent, the talent is tested, the talent is the next round, the second round, the understanding is tested, and the comprehension is excellent, and the final. ”