Chapter 143: Who Am I?

"Actually dead?"

Qiu Ming was a little incredulous at the scene that happened in front of him, the entire Tianjian Array was broken by someone at some point, and the main trunk of the divine tree was impressively imprinted with a large palm print several zhang high, although the blood in the center of the palm print had already worked hard, but the color was extremely bright, it seemed that this wood was killed not long ago.

"Oops, someone got ahead of me. ”

Looking at the lifeless and lifeless Shenmu, Qiu Mingfang's excitement was suddenly swept away, and at the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"I don't seem to want to know the answer, especially when I know it's not good for me. I saw that the others shook their heads, and said: "It's a sacred tree anyway, it's better to bury it, but it's a pity that this torso is too big, if it can be as small as a wicker's thickness, I might as well make a convenience with it." ”

After saying a word, Qiu Ming's eyes suddenly burst into light, and the dazzling light sealed the entire sight of others, and during this period, there was a rumbling thunder in his ears, and this thunder lasted for nearly a cup of tea before it could be stopped. However, when he opened his eyes again, he was shocked to find that the entire divine tree had disappeared strangely.

"Qiu Xiao, he's on your back!"

The seven evils in his brain reminded him aloud.

Qiu Ming looked back in surprise, and saw a dead branch as thick as a willow branch tied behind him.

"It looks like it's alive, but it's not far from death. ”

Qiu Ming shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Qiu Xiao, the old man feels that this wood is quite intimate with you, and this relationship is almost equivalent to that of a brother, so the old man guesses that he probably knows you. ”

"Brothers? How is this possible? It is a life left over from the previous Three Realms, but I am from this one, how can we be brothers? How can we know each other? This is impossible at all?" Qiu Mingjiang shook his head like a drum.

It seems that only on the day of his enlightenment will he know the truth of Yiqiē. ”

The Seven Evils sighed and stopped talking.

Qiu Ming tilted his head. Lost in thought. The Seven Evils and the Divine Wood are both members of the Wood Spirit Clan, and the Seven Evil Ancestors are the lives of the ancient savages, so what he said is generally credible.

If what the other party said was true, then who was he, and why did he have an extraordinary friendship with the beings of the previous Three Realms?

Unless he is also from the previous Three Realms?

But he shook his head, the thought seemed too terrible.

"Rustle!"

A strange voice sounded behind him, Qiu Ming glanced back in surprise, and found that the dead wood was actually sprouting magically, although it was only one or two dots of new green. But it also shows that this wood is about to be reborn, and it is impossible to die.

"Let's get out of here. ”

Qiu Ming turned around, and rushed out of Lin Xiangyuan with the light of escape. Fortunately, Dongyang Zhenren didn't have time yet, so he sent someone to wait for the medicine garden in time, otherwise with his true cultivation of Qiu Ming, he would really not be able to enter and exit freely, let alone rob this hundreds of thousands of years of divine wood.

Before this, he knew in his heart that it was unlikely that he would carry this divine tree behind him with a swagger. In this way, it is said that the Qiankun Sect will not let him go, even if he walks in the future, it will be a considerable burden. Because this wood is easy to provoke the evil hearts of others.

Moreover, this is an era that stifles genius.

Although the Qiankun Sect is not.

If it were possible, he would rather be a genius here who has spent his entire life in obscurity, but since he knew about Tongtian. Since the day he left Dongyang Palace, he had to choose to leave.

"Let's put him in the space boulder first. ”

After Qiu Ming made this decision immediately, he prepared to return to Biyang Palace. For him. Cultivating hidden blood and escaping from the Qiankun Sect is the most important thing at present.

I don't know why, in June, the sky changed dramatically, and it began to fall white snow, at first it was only the size of a grain of rice, and in the end the snow was like catkins and goose feathers, and it fell very fast and urgently, and in a moment the entire Qiankun Sect became a world of pink makeup and jade.

After Qiu Ming found a cave in a dense mountain, he hid in it, and it snowed on a day and a cultivation day

Six days later.

The battle for rookies in the Qiankun Sect is in full swing.

"This is the genius who was rumored to be a god?"

"It only took a year of events for cultivation to reach the first realm of knowing fate? This talent is really a bit against the sky. ”

"There are also people from the royal family, Li Xiu'er's cultivation is in the late stage of knowing his fate, why do you want to let such a pervert participate in the rookie competition?"

Many fellow disciples pointed to Qiu Ming of Biyang Palace and whispered to Li Xiu'er.

Because there were no disciples to send in Dongyang Palace, no one came to participate in this grand event.

The Qiankun Sect is extremely fair, even if you know that your cultivation will not open the door for you, you still have to compete according to the procedures of the preliminary round and the final round.

The rules of the competition are to draw lots to determine the opponent, and it is personally controlled by many uncles and uncles, and there is no favoritism.

"In the first game, Biyang Palace Qiu Ming battle" Speaking of this, Qingyang Zhenren secretly sighed and left his disciples behind, which immediately caused a commotion among the disciples below.

"Qingyang Palace Lin Ding. Qingyang Zhenren sighed and finally pronounced the name.

"Isn't it?Why is the master's luck so bad??," One of the cultivators' faces suddenly darkened, and bumping into Qiu Ming ahead of time meant that his rookie battle was over early.

Obviously, this person is Lin Ding, who was the first to play, and his opponent was the high-ranking and invincible Qiu Ming who was boasted about by all the masters and uncles.

Qiu Ming glanced at Li Xiu'er's opponent, it turned out to be Shen Shen, and letting the disciples of the same palace fight was obviously not deliberately arranged, but randomly selected, in fact, there were many like them.

After all, the battle of more than 100 people cannot avoid the occurrence of competition with the palace.

"Now the first competition, begin. ”

As soon as Qingyang Zhenren's words fell, Qiu Ming and the two shot into the competition array, and Qiu Ming swept around, this is a special formation imprisoned: Eight Elephants Trapped Formation.

It takes eight people with similar cultivation and tacit understanding to cast it, and if there is a slight difference, the trapped formation will collapse, so it is usually used that the eight identical formation flags are used as the base of the formation, and the eight cultivations are used instead of the eight cultivations to cast this formation.

However, the power of the Eight Banners is obviously not as powerful as the Eight Cultivations, and it cannot be adapted at any time, but the formation it forms is valuable because of a stable word.

"It's such a depressing feeling, this formation makes me extremely uncomfortable. Qiu Ming's face turned pale and said darkly. (To be continued......)