Legend has it that Tianyuan Stream was originally a mountain range, thousands of years ago, the ancestor of Tianyuan Academy, Tianyuanzi slashed his long sword, and split a crack in Tianyuan Mountain, and the water of the Yellow Spring under the ground came out to form a stream!

So, the number is to make the abyss stream!

Here, the Tianyuan Stream has been soaked in the water of the Yellow Spring for a long time, and after several years of precipitation in the spring and autumn, it gradually gathers the aura of heaven and earth, has considerable spirituality, and has become one of the three mountains. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Legend has it that the bottom of the heavenly abyss leads to the Yellow Springs Hell!

"Xuannan Teaching, I am fortunate to be happy!"

In front, an old man with a pale face and gorgeous hair, dressed in Tianyuan costumes, bowed his hand to Chu Xuannan, looking extremely polite, but his tone was not intimate or sparse, as plain as boiled water.

"Elder Di, I haven't seen you for many years, but you're still so tough", Chu Xuannan arched his hand and said a little stiffly, "I don't know how many people are coming from Tianyuan Academy now?"

"Wanyuan Huiwu will start tomorrow, so you are not in a hurry!"

Elder Di said teasingly, "Since the news of Huiwu came out of the world, no one in the world has been looking forward to this once-in-a-century grand occasion, but you are very leisurely."

As he spoke, Elder Di's face turned grim, "Please!"

The group walked towards the Tianyuan Stream, "In the twenty-two peaks of the continent, except for the Phoenix Clan, all of them have arrived!"

"It seems that this martial arts meeting has indeed attracted everyone's attention, and it is no wonder that the battle of young geniuses, the rising star of the mainland, has attracted the attention of the peak forces", Chu Xuannan said with a smile.

Elder Di's sleeve robe rolled, "Moreover, the leaders of the major academies must be disciples in the peak forces, so this time is also equivalent to the first confrontation between the young heroes of the peak forces!"

At this point, Elder Di looked extremely arrogant!

In his Tianyuan Academy, there are three young masters of peak forces:

ThunderClan!

Ze clan!

Yan Clan!

And in the Cliff Cultivation Academy, since Jun Qinghan defeated the three young masters, the only young master left, but Luo has no hatred, and in the Hancang Academy, there is no young master, and the biggest identity is only Tian Mengqi of the Heavenly Clan!

"However, Hancang Academy, it has not yet arrived", Elder Di frowned slightly, and said suspiciously, it was only a month's journey from Hancang Academy to Tianyuan Academy, why did it not arrive for a long time.

If it is less than a few hours later, you will not be eligible for the competition.

This will definitely be a shame for the Hancang Academy, "One of the top three academies in the dignified continent, it is ridiculous that he does not dare to participate in the war, so shrinking!"

The faces of the people who cultivated the cliff changed slightly, and they couldn't deny a smile, "They have already died in Huangquan, and they can't come!"

In half an hour, everyone stood at the highest place of the Tianyuan Stream, looking at the Tianyuan Hall thousands of feet away, the blood in their hearts was boiling, and the cold hall was full of giant beasts, swallowing the sky and the earth, and looking at the Quartet!

Jun Qinghan frowned, and his ears trembled slightly!

"Whew...... Whew......"

In the depths of the soul, the dragon chant kept sounding, majestic and majestic, but it was also lonely and depressed, walking to the edge of the heavenly abyss, Jun Qinghan's soul was suddenly sad, and under the abyss, Jun Qinghan had an urge to jump down.

His eyes were bloody, piercing through the mist and looking at the bottom of the innate abyss.

Under the stream, the snow is white!

An illusory dragon lies down, groaning night after night!

After smiling bitterly and forgetting the deep stream, he walked along the bridge on the stream, walked to the other side of the stream, and arrived at the guest room prepared by the Cliff Repair Academy for everyone.

When everything was arranged, waiting for the martial arts to start tomorrow, Jun Qinghan found that he couldn't calm down, and the soul of the Dragon Emperor in the sea seemed excited, excited!

Tears are like snow, the place where the body of the Dragon Emperor is born!

Tatsure's homeland!

A trace of firmness swept in his eyes, and in the room, Jun Qinghan suddenly disappeared from the room, but in a quarter of an hour, a thin figure appeared at the mouth of the Tianyuan Stream, looking at the deep stream, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

The wind surged all over his body, rising into the air and falling towards the bottom of the deep stream......

However, without descending three thousand zhang, Jun Qinghan's brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of disappointment swept through his eyes, at this time, the fog under his feet turned into pitch black, full of corrosive power, and the heavenly clothes and dust wind were also corroded!

"Poisonous?!"

Jun Qinghan finally sighed helplessly, and after looking at the snow-white deep pool at the bottom of the stream, his figure was vertical, like a goshawk fighting in the sky, jumping out of the heavenly abyss stream, and returning to his room.

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On the second day, the glow was shining, and the mighty magic bell sounded through the heavens and the earth, waking up everyone, and in the deep stream of the abyss, a golden light emerged, radiating in all directions, sweeping thousands of miles.

Everyone gathered towards the place where the bell rang, but in a quarter of an hour, at the top of the heavenly abyss, 100,000 flag repairers gathered.

The sky suddenly made a whimpering sound, tearing out sparks in the void, everyone covered their ears with their hands, looking extremely painful, the sky gradually darkened, and the sun and moon were dark.

Everyone looked up, and above the sky, a square appeared that stretched for hundreds of miles.

On the square, a ring is like a fierce beast, standing majestically, as high as a hundred feet, showing red, like a monument accumulated with blood!

Around the square, the four Heavenly Abyss Elders, full of aura around them, holding huge chains, grabbed the square and gradually fell......

Jun Qinghan's complexion changed slightly, and the fall of the square will completely cover the abyss and deep stream!

"Keng...... ......

The square finally landed on the mouth of the Tianyuan Stream, making a grinding sound, Jun Qinghan's face turned pale, the induction dissipated, and the turbulent dragon soul in his soul suddenly fell silent and lifeless.

Looking at the square, Jun Qinghan clenched his fists, and a trace of fierce killing intent swept through his eyes.

The square is located, and everyone has stepped on the square, looking very excited, excited, and famous in the ring!

Jun Qinghan looked at the green bricks on the ground, his brows furrowed, the hardness of the ground in the venue was not at the realm of the purple flag, it was obviously difficult to destroy it, and the corners of the martial arts students' mouths were just blue flags.

In his eyes, there was a faint hint of worry!

Suddenly, the Dao Qi in the field was faintly boiling, and in the void, an old man with white hair appeared, dressed in a pale green clothes, looking extremely ethereal, looking at the people below, his hands raised slightly:

"Today, Tianyuan is fortunate to preside over this Ten Thousand Courtyards Martial Arts to punish demons and demons!"

"Lao Fa Zhengyangzi, Great Elder Tianyuan, this martial arts meeting is only for ......"

Everyone in the audience suddenly had a lot of words, they knew that when this old man said it, he had to speak generously for at least two hours, but they were all here to fight and kill, who wanted to listen to his ramblings?

............

Overhead that day, the Great Elder cleared his throat, his throat was much dryer, he took a sip of saliva, and continued:

"This time the referee is the peak power of the mainland, with absolute fairness as the purpose, and will treat everyone without selfishness", as he spoke, the Great Elder waved his robe, and turned to introduce everyone in the referee's seat behind him.

"Feather Clan Feather Cold!"

"Yun Clan Cloud in the Sky!"

......

"Celestial Clan!"

"Lin clan Qi Qiufeng!"

............

"Hidden Xiao Sayun!"

"Hundred Miles of Empire Hundred Miles of Pine Empire!"

..................

A string of names came out of everyone's mouths, and everyone in the square was dumbfounded, "Mother, these are the people of the mainland, the best of the peak forces."

Looking at the crowd in the referee's seat, they were extremely fanatical!

Then, Zhengyangzi's sleeve robe rolled, looking at the people in the audience, his voice suddenly became low, "In order to maintain absolute fairness in this martial arts, I Tianyuan Academy specially invited one as a martial law enforcer."

As he spoke, his head was slightly raised, looking at the void, a lonely figure, his voice became a little trembling, and his withered arm was raised forward, as if worshipping a god, and his voice was hoarse and miserable:

- Nightmare of War!

Everyone in the audience looked confused, "Who is the Battle Blood Nightmare?"

Everyone in the referee's seat stood up in shock, "Battle Blood Nightmare, God of a Hundred Soldiers?!"

Seven years old sword cultivation, seven years of invincible in the world, but ten years, the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and then abandon the sword, to repair the sword, but only three years, the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

And then a hundred years, practice a hundred soldiers!

All weapons are hand-to-hand, weapons are in hand, and the world is his.

A hundred years ago, the battle blood nightmare used the painting halberd as a soldier, and the cultivation of the halberd chaos Liuhe, and finally the meridians were reversed, the qi and blood were retrograde, the dantian was broken, and it fell from the altar of the peak powerhouse.

After a hundred years, there was no trace!

Unexpectedly, after a hundred years, the bloody nightmare of war reappeared on the mainland again.

Looking at the arrogant man in the void, his face was no more than forty, his hair was flying, his blood-red clothes were fluttering, the west wind was hunting, standing proudly in the air, looking extremely desolate and ruthless, and behind him was a blood-red Fang Tian painting halberd!

Looking at the people below, the pupils of the battle blood nightmare shook slightly, and the fierce momentum swept in all directions, and the corners of his mouth confided coldly: "If anyone is disrespectful, there will be no forgiveness!"

As he spoke, the halberd behind him slid and swirled in the void, making a whimpering sound, and slashing towards the front with an understatement......

Space collapses!

Everyone on the heavenly abyss stream was terrified and shocked.

Jun Qinghan's pupils shrank, and in this move, he actually saw the shadow of the halberd chaos Liuhe!

After the shock, the halberd flew back to its back, and the battle blood nightmare glanced at the people below a little withdrawn, snorted coldly, his body shook, and his body suddenly disappeared into the air.

Zhengyangzi stretched out his withered arm and pressed down:

"Wanyuan Huiwu, start!" (To be continued.) )