Chapter Fifty-Three: The Supreme War Opens [Two More Collections]

"Yin and Yang Reverse Slash!" The generation sighed, and every time he saw this peerless forbidden technique, he felt regretful, because he was not a Yin Yang Holy Body, and he could not learn such a trick.

"Could it be that each physique has its own forbidden technique? Then we mortal bodies play with hair!" The generation felt resentful, and the heavens were too unfair. In the inheritance of a strong physique bloodline, there may be powerful exercises of their own, and they are born with the ability to practice. However, the mortal body has to take a step by step to compete with other monks for great opportunities in order to obtain a few pages of scriptures, and most of them are mutilated, so the mortal body is generally weaker than the special constitution in the early stage.

The generation laughed at himself, feeling that he was too angry. Heaven is never fair, and there is no treatment without strength. Some people are born in major sect families, and they have never worried about their cultivation resources, so they don't have to go alone to explore opportunities like a lone wanderer, and they can only grow in life and death again and again. In the same way, the future of the mortal body can only be fought for and fought for by itself.

"God, I'm going to let you see how the mortal body of the elder brother generation will overwhelm the heroes and crush those powerful special physiques!"

No matter how arrogant the generation is, the will of the great universe does not bird him at all, as long as what he says does not rub the edges, it will be fine. But once the edge is wiped ・・・・・・ generation is not so stupid.

In the endless forest beyond the Imperial City, generation after generation sat underground. He was worried that the movement of his cultivation would be too big and would be known by others, so he would come to sneak attack, and he would not know how he would die when he practiced deeply.

The generation's eyes suddenly lit up, and the Great Universe Sutra in the Sea of Consciousness was turned to a certain page of the secretary's chapter: "Void Secret Technique!" He was very surprised, he actually discovered the Void Secret Technique! The only Void Secret Technique he had ever seen was in the Metaverse Realm, and Helian ruthlessly obtained the power of the space origin so that he could dominate the space to a certain extent.

"You don't even need a special physique! This page is all Void Secret Techniques!" the first generation burst into laughter, feeling a godsend. In all worlds, cultivators are all psychic practitioners, and they use their awakened abilities to inherently possess certain powers. Everyone is like this, once awakened, they can be used, there is no secret technique, it is the evolution of their own attribute power.

"Could it be that the Emperor of Time and Space is also a mortal body?" The generation suddenly felt that the mountains were looking up, and they only felt that the Emperor of Time and Space was holding it in his mouth, in such an era when all emperors rose together, he actually took the lead, and the same generation was still a mortal body, and the generation suddenly felt that there was light on his face. However, this is only a generation's speculation and cannot be confirmed.

"Formation chapter, I want to see how powerful the formation of the Heavenly Sages is. "A generation has inherited the formation avenue of the God Realm, and he is already a grandmaster in this regard, but in fact, he didn't plan to read this article at the beginning. However, he felt that since Jiezun gave him this scripture, it would naturally be useful, so the generation put aside his pride and began to read it carefully.

"Damn! The formation can still play like this, why didn't I think of it!"

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The passage of time is irreversible, and the half moon passes in a blink of an eye.

"Look, Zilin's God of War is finally here!" In the past half month, almost all the masters of the younger generation have come, but anyone who is a little confident will come to fight. However, there are some people who know that they are not enough, and they still haven't come, but there is no one in ten such people.

There are fewer ordinary low-level monks in the Imperial City, and they are basically masters above the great power. From time to time, you can still see the saint passing by, and the breath of the great sage suppresses the faint siege of the Emperor City. In order to make this battle go smoothly, the great sages issued a decree that they were not allowed to shoot or fly in the city for half a month, and they also killed a saint Liwei.

This battle of Fengzun is too extraordinary, it is still a qualification battle to enter the Immortal Emperor Holy Mansion, no one dares to underestimate it, and no one dares to be presumptuous, even the Great Sage is forbidden to make a move.

The central square of the Imperial City, at this time, was already crowded, and there were fifty rings here, with a radius of 100 zhang, this is the quota for this recruitment, fifty people! As long as whoever holds one to the end, he will be qualified to enter the Immortal Emperor's Holy Mansion and get powerful cultivation resources and emperor-level scriptures.

Fifty seems like a lot, but it is too small for the heavens and all races. Someone once asked the Jiuyang Great Sage to increase the number of places, but was refused, as one of the old antiques guarding the Immortal Emperor Holy Mansion, his words were very effective. He only said one sentence: "The strong fight for the crossing, even if you give more places, it is useless, and in the end, few people can become emperors." ”

Yes, no matter how many people go in, they can only make more bones in the emperor's road. There are not many people, but they are fine!

"Look, that's the Dragon Emperor, and it is said that he has been looking for a supreme person for half a month. "The central square was bustling with people, millions of people were already here, and if it weren't for the limited number of people, the city would have been crowded long ago.

The Dragon Emperor walked between the major rings, looking for someone, and he walked in a tiger's step, exuding the dangerous aura of a giant beast in the wilderness, which made the monks watching around feel cold for a while. He did not hide the violent killing intent in his heart, and it seemed that the stars were also shattering in his eyes, and a humanoid giant beast came out of the cage.

"I don't know who he's looking for, a moment of silence for that buddy. "Someone came late, and I didn't know who provoked the Dragon Emperor, so I only felt a burst of schadenfreude.

"Get out! The proudest thing about the Terrans now doesn't you know, are you still a Terran?" The person next to him poked him on the crutch, covering his face with one hand, seeing the same eyes as the people around him, he felt that his face was dull when he stood with him.

"Which ravine did you come from? You didn't even know about the young masters of the human race?" someone taunted, which immediately caused a burst of topics, and the people around strongly participated, drenching the dog's head with blood.

"But I'm really looking forward to a generation of great gods fighting the Dragon Emperor!" One of the saints was making up in his mind, imagining what the battle between the two would look like. Today's saints have long been knocked off the altar, and since the slaughter of the saints caused a storm by two generations, people feel that the saints may not be invincible.

"This saint, which of these two do you think has the best chance of winning?" a supreme person next to him leaned up and asked, not too humble, just basic respect.

"This..." "Of course it's a generation! Don't you see that the people on the Supreme Heavenly Monument are ranked first?" Before the saint could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another supreme person, and he suddenly felt that his face was full of black lines. If he wanted to put it on the past, this saint would have pointed at these two people with one finger.

On top of fifty rings, build a much larger platform, much higher than the ring. A group of saints sat upright, and there were several great saints on the main table in the middle, and the Jiuyang Great Holy Seat was in the center.

The battle of the Lord has been announced, and it was announced early in the morning that it would be possible to take the stage, but not many people took the stage. Smart people know that they will suffer if they go up first, and it is too disgusting to be wheeled by someone.

At this time, it was already noon, and many people began to take the stage, and the young and strong people also stepped into the ring one after another, and most of the fifty rings were occupied in a short time. And most of the onlookers are also concentrated around the ring where the famous masters are.

These rings have been processed, and there are formations carved and blessed by the great sages. In a battle at the human level, he would never rush out of the ring and hurt the monks who were onlooking.

"I'm here, who will fight me, Yuan Xiaotian, if you are here, you will continue our unfinished battle!" A Hokage rushed into a ring and kicked the guards above with a single kick. Although this person is short-tempered and direct, his feet are not heavy.

"Emperor Yuantian, who gave you the title, I want you to hand it over today. On the other ring, a young man in golden armor spoke, he called the Mandate of Heaven, and took the meaning of the Mandate of Heaven. He has always been dissatisfied with Yuan Xiaotian getting such a title as the Emperor of Heaven, you must know that the Emperor of Heaven is one level higher than the Supreme, and the young people who are vigorous are naturally unconvinced.

"Generation, you kill my servant, come and make a decision!" The Dragon Emperor stepped into a ring, and the guards automatically withdrew. His eyes shone brightly, scanning the crowd, where he had a better vision, and he was mighty, quite the might of an ancient dragon emperor.

A purple figure scurried into an empty ring. She has a pair of purple divine pupils that seduce people's souls, a long purple hair on the purple gold divine armor, a graceful and plump posture full of violent factors, and the eighteen-year-old body is not decent.

With a spear in her hand, Zi Lin held her head high, purple divine light shot out from her eyes, and she was also looking for Yuan Xiaotian. However, she has no war intent and killing intent in her eyes, but she is like a little daughter-in-law who has been wronged.

"There is adultery!" The three of them were in the crowd and happened to see Zilin on stage. The generation couldn't help but tremble when he noticed Yuan Xiaotian's body, and suddenly felt interesting, "Shouldn't you just eat and wipe clean and don't want people, right? Make people come to look for a husband now?" The generation smiled at Yuan Xiaotian who had a flickering look in his eyes, and said that the little emperor who had never thought that the emperor who was not afraid of the sky and the earth would be afraid of a woman.

"I, I just accidentally saw her taking a shower during an experience, and who knew that she would be responsible for me. "The boy faded out of you, and he didn't know how much of an impact such a thing had on a young girl, and he didn't know why he was chased and killed thousands of miles away.

"I said what responsibility I was responsible for... And then she chased me for thousands of miles, and she cried!" Yuan Xiaotian felt extremely aggrieved, seeing a girl chasing after him and chopping him, he felt sad when he saw the other party's tears, and couldn't fight back. This feeling made him feel very aggrieved.

The "・・・・・・" generation and Duan Xiaoyu both smiled, and their old faces turned red. Both of them are in their early twenties, and they are no longer innocent teenagers like Yuan Xiaotian. In the end, the two couldn't hold back and laughed happily at each other's support. At this time, there was a lot of noise and hustle and bustle, otherwise the two of them would definitely be considered to have cultivated to the point of going crazy.

The generation is not in a hurry to go on stage, he wants to see the strength of these young supremes first, and constantly wanders between the rings, wanting to understand the details of these classmates in advance. Obviously, he was very confident that he could enter the Immortal Emperor Holy Mansion.

There are constantly people on stage to challenge, people are constantly flying down the ring, and the champions everywhere are guarding for two hours, and the curtain will end in two hours. However, there are more and more challengers at this time, and it is obvious that some people want to take advantage of wheel warfare.

"Jiuyang Great Sage, this ・・・・・・" A saint on the side said to Li Jiuyang, feeling that such a challenge was too Laipi, and no matter how powerful a person was, he couldn't withstand the bombardment of hundreds of people.

Li Jiuyang opened his eyes, glanced at the ring and said, "It's okay, luck is also a kind of strength." Then his eyes were closed again, he didn't care about the war, he only wanted the result, and the process of the battle was not interesting to a great sage.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go too. "The three of them, Yuan Xiaotian, and Duan Xiaoyu, walked out of the crowd one after another, and each chose a ring and walked up.

"Who are you, I won't kill the nameless under the sword!" He had a saint's sword, which was a holy weapon, and all the people who challenged it were killed by him, and the blood on the edge of the knife dripped down, staining the holy knife with a strange color.

"Generation!" the generation said lightly, there was no fluctuation in his words, and he opened his Dao Source Divine Eyes and found that this person was just relying on the Holy Soldier, and he did not have the strength of the Young Supreme. However, he was also a little surprised that a person who was only thirty years old could look so fierce.

"What, he's a generation!" the people in this ring were very surprised to hear the voice of the generation.

"He's the number one in the Heavenly Monument? It doesn't look special, isn't he just a little handsome?" The generation is not as handsome as the earth-shattering ghosts, but it is very attractive, and his knife-like face and deep vicissitudes of life add a lot of points to him.

A flash of consciousness flashed, and he felt like he was being scanned, but he wasn't alarmed. There is an imperial weapon to suppress his body, and unless the emperor is the emperor, no one can see through his power of time. The generation turned around, ignoring the bearded man opposite, and Dao Yuan's divine eyes looked directly at the old man in the middle of the viewing platform.

The four eyes looked at each other, and a burst of thunder erupted in the void, and Li Jiuyang's eyes softened, and his face was full of surprise and satisfaction.

The generation was very indifferent, not afraid of the scrutiny of the great sage, he did not feel malice, felt that the old man should belong to the Terran camp, and smiled at the old man.