The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 234 Ten Thousand Clans Contest (2) Please ask for a monthly pass, please subscribe!

is the day.

When Song Lanyi withdrew from the dream space again, his heart was still a little heavy.

This is a kind of heaviness that cannot be eliminated even after intensive study.

What is the reason... all saints are jealous, afraid or even desperate?
Song Lanyi thought for a while, but put the matter aside.

She is just a slightly talented fifth-rank realm.

The sky is falling, and there are saints holding it up.

All she has to do now is to keep working hard, collect resources, and fight for opportunities.

As the days before the arrival of the Ten Thousand Races Grand Competition progressed little by little, the entire capital city was completely bustling.

The Human Race, Sea Race, Monster Race, and even the Monster and Barbarian factions in Shuobei, which are opposed to the Human Race, have all sent saint sons and saintesses from various races.

For a time, the entire capital city had a wonderful atmosphere that was full of flowers and swords were at the same time.

In the court hall, what the princes and lords are fighting for is nothing more than one word - "big race of all races".

In the end, Emperor Amaterasu and several members of the cabinet made a final decision and chose the main body of the Thousand Words Divine Tree as the venue for this competition.

Song Lanyi had heard the name of the Thousand Words Divine Tree from the mouth of the Medicine Sage.

This is an extremely rare xenograft.

It is born in the first-grade state, and as long as it grows to a complete state, it will be a saint.

It can be said that apart from being unable to move or speak, it has already grasped the word "reincarnation".

According to legend, there are a total of 10080 leaves on the Thousand Words God Tree, and each leaf can accommodate a small secret realm.

If the Thousand Words Divine Tree was stronger, there would be 10080 leaves among the 36 leaves, which could accommodate 36 small thousand worlds.

Of course, this is just a legend, and Song Lanyi doesn't know what it really is.

What worries her now is not this, but... piles of war letters.

Looking at the basket of war letters at the door, Steward Wang wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling quite frightened.

He counted over and over with his fingers, "Today, there are the Holy Son Xuanling of the Yaozu, the Holy Son of Fox Yao, the Holy Son of Pengyi... Finally, there is the Holy Son Xuexuan of the Snow Rabbit Clan." ..."

"Wait, wait..." Song Lanyi was surprised.

"Xue Ji has always been on good terms with me, so the Holy Son Xuexuan of the Snow Rabbit Clan came to challenge me, what does that mean?"

Speaking of this, Steward Wang's face became more and more strange.

He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Holy Son Xuexuan said... the revenge of taking one's wife is irreconcilable!"

After Song Lanyi heard it, she was silent for a while, and then sighed deeply, "A beauty is a disaster... This statement is indeed true. Forget it, forget it, anyway, there are too many lice and itchy."

Thinking of this, Steward Wang couldn't help counting the letters of war he had received these days. After he finished counting, he couldn't help feeling faint.

With tears in his old eyes, anxious and frightened, his whole body was trembling, "Yiyi, so many enemies want to kill you, or else this Ten Thousand Clan Competition... let's not go."

Of course Wang Butler knew it was stupid, but he had to say it!
He could only hear him continue to tremble and say, "This Ten Thousand Clans Grand Competition is not just playing tricks. Those who fight with real knives and guns will kill people! Yiyi, although you are talented, but after all, you are a fifth rank!" In the realm of cultivation, if you lose a tiny bit in cultivation, you will lose a thousand miles in actual combat!"

When Song Lanyi heard this, he slowly closed the gauntlet.

She patted Butler Wang on the shoulder, and said softly, "Others can retreat in this battle, but I cannot. I am a scholar in the Imperial Academy, and all the teaching orders of the academy have been retired. I have lost all the face of scholars in the world. "

"It's not that I'm exaggerating, nor is it that I think too highly of myself, but that Your Majesty... told me so."

Hearing the words "Your Majesty said", Steward Wang froze immediately.

Frowning, he squeezed a smile on his face.

He didn't know whether he was comforting Song Lanyi or himself.

"That's right, our Yiyi has a great chance, and it's impossible to lose."

tonight.

Throughout Shangjing, countless people could not sleep all night, and the lights were brightly lit.

On the city wall, there is a faint golden light shining. If Song Lanyi is here, he can see that these golden lights are not others, but those ancestors who fought to the death for the human race.

Under the golden light, the martyrs looked at the lights of thousands of houses in the capital.

They have never envied Dongfeng night to put flowers and trees, nor yearned for BMW car carvings to fill the road.

Because they are the creators of the prosperity.

Even with the passage of time, more and more of them...have been forgotten by the world, and can only sleep at the bottom of the city wall.

But at this time, Emperor Amaterasu leaned on the railing alone and climbed up to look into the distance.

Vaguely, he saw Handai in the distant mountains, the starry wilderness, and countless heroes who fought, killed, and were high-spirited in the past.

Suddenly, he only felt that the Qianhe Palace was too high, too far away, and too alienated from the fireworks in the world.

He suddenly felt a kind of melancholy... full of mountains and rivers and empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more.

This melancholy is like misty rain all over the city, and like a river of wind.

All of a sudden, Emperor Tianzhao chuckled and whispered, "I hope you and I will still be remembered after thousands of years."

After speaking, he pointed at the heroic spirit at the city wall and raised the wine bottle in his hand.

He tilted his wrist, the wine bottle poured slowly, and the wine spilled on the ground.

"This cup, I respect you."

"May the prosperous age last forever, just like the sun and the moon."

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"Boom, boom, boom—"

The bell on the city wall resounded throughout the capital.

Afterwards, the entire capital city suddenly fissioned into deep ravines like an earthquake.

It's just that the people in the capital didn't feel panicked, but watched this scene with great interest.

The waiter in the tavern looked at the scene, shook off his handkerchief, and said with a smile, "The last time I saw the Ten Thousand Clans Competition was when I was a child. I advise all guests to be optimistic about it later. "

Outsiders like Song Lanyi looked out with interest when they heard the words.

I saw a huge plate suddenly rising from the depths of those ravines.

The plates flew into the air, connected together in a special way, and finally formed a huge floating continent.

The most important thing is the center of the floating continent, where there is a big tree that almost blocks out the sky.

This big tree is the Thousand Words Divine Tree in the realm of saints.

The root system of the Thousand Words Divine Tree extends downward from the floating continent, and has always been rooted in the soil of Shangjing.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable mental power fluctuation in the air.

The gap between this spiritual power conveys a meaning:
"Those who participate in the Great Competition of Ten Thousand Clans will ascend to the Floating Tower within thirty breaths."

As soon as these words came out, it was as if a shooting star had risen in the entire capital city, and countless lights and shadows were densely covered, accompanied by the sound of howling piercing through the sky.

At the same time, a huge sky screen appeared in the vision of everyone from Dagan, Haizu and even Yaozu.

Victory is king, defeat is bandit.

Tianjiao and mortals are just in between winning and losing.

If one person wins, the clan will prosper, and everyone can ascend to heaven.

This is, across the four borders of the sea, throughout the Buddha Kingdom of the East China Sea... the grand competition of all races!
(End of this chapter)