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"Ape Kong, back then, the father and you were brothers and sisters. When you didn’t practice chaos, he took the trouble to solve your doubts. When you were persecuted by the same sect, he risked being implicated to help you out, treating you like a real brother without a father. Can the king have your position as the Lord today?"

　　 Yuankong lowered his head slightly, his withered face was full of pain and desolation, and said slowly:

　　 "The kindness of the former king to Yuankong, Yuankong never dared to forget his hatred for nothing, but Sarukong only shoulders one responsibility in this life, responsible for the safety of the empire and the emperor."

　　 Xiang Sixue smiled coldly again and looked at Qiu Zhengyun:

　　 "The envoy of the right, Xiang Sixue made a timely move without me, presumably you have become another soul in the magic weapon of Manrosa!"

　　 Qiu Zhengyun's face flushed with irritation, and he buried his head ashamed. Xiang Sixue finally looked at Xiang Sitai with disdain and contempt:

"Xiang Sitai, you keep saying that I have the intent of treason. You are the real wolf ambition. Do you think I don’t know the despicable things you have done! I Xiang Sixue disdains to work with you, and disdain to care about you. You know best how the crown prince died young."

　　 Xiang Sitai's whole body trembled and pointed to Xiang Sixue:

　　 "You, you, you, blood is spitting out, and your conspiracy is exposed, and you pour disaster on me. You are too vicious."

　　 "Hahaha, are you scared! I'm not afraid, do you think that Xiang Sixue can be at your mercy! See if you can kill me!" In the long laugh, his eyes burst into murderous air.

　　 Yuankong, Chu Tianya, Huo Lingyun felt this forceful aura, tightening the exercises in horror, and at this moment Xiang Sibo, who had been silent for a long time, spoke again, still so slow and heavy:

　　 "It's hot, you know what you have done best. You and I shed the same blood, and I naturally know how powerful your energy is."

　　 Xiang Sixue smiled coldly:

　　 "I die like this, isn't that what you want to see!"

　　 "The stars are the real hope of your ‘hot’ pulse. It is also the real hope of my Dragon Ser Empire! You can go without worry, I will treat him like a parent and child."

　　 Xiang Sibo finished speaking and slowly got up from the dragon chair and walked slowly towards the side door. The tall figure looks so weak at this moment, Xiang Sixue listened to the desolation and sadness in her ears once again written on her face, silently closed her eyes, just at the moment when Xiang Sibo was about to disappear in the hall, Xiang Sixue Si Xue opened her eyes and said:

　　 "I want to hear with my own ears that the stars have finally won the competition."

　　 Xiang Sibo slowly turned around, "Accept your last wish", then turned around and walked out of the hall without looking back.

　　 "Hahaha, Xingchen, I hope that the death of my father can exchange your true strength and end my ‘hot’ fate." With laughter, he strode out of the hall with his head held high. A hundred Anbe monks flocked around him and followed him.

"Holy Heaven and Fire Mountain", the extremely holy mountain admired by all beings of the Dragon Se Empire, towering on the west corner of the "Fire City", rising from the ground and isolated from the huge city, majestic and eye-catching, and the huge fire altar at the top of the mountain lies flat. Above, the inextinguishable sacred fire was burning in the altar of fire, and the light of the sacred flame shrouded the sky over the entire city. The power of the sacred flame protected the city from falling into the continuous beacon.

　　 The main altar of the "Black Fire Courtyard" is on the top of this holy mountain, not only because it is the pillar of the core power of the Dragon Ser Empire, but also for worshiping and protecting the holy fire. The only fire that was left in the vast earth when the'Black Dragon Sage' ascended.

　　’Shenggu Battlefield’ is located at the foot of the ‘Holy Heaven and Fire Mountain’, where the battlefield of the empire’s battle spirits was cast. The bones of countless battle spirits were buried in the cypresses surrounding the battlefield. They are the heroes of the empire's heroic empire. They lived for the empire and died for the empire. Their heroic souls have held up the glory of the empire for five hundred years.

The immortal battle spirit has adorned the'Holy Ancient Battlefield' with a thick and brilliant edge. The empire governed by power and force has the most important duel test since the founding of the country, and the most important expedition has no ceremony. Exceptions are held on this battlefield.

And this time the Five Religious Alliance held the mid-level repair trial venue in the "Sacred Ancient Battlefield". This shows that the five major denominations attach great importance to this trial. The middle repair level is a reborn place for every monk. It's like Nirvana rebirth. The most important step towards the summit. A cultivator has been looking forward to this day since the first day of cultivation. It is not only a demonstration of status and power, but also a demonstration of cultivation achievements.

　　 This is not the first time for a total selection of trials. Since the five major powers have divided the continents to unite against the desert empire, they have also worked together to detect changes in the strength of each other. With the division and reunification of the five-nation alliance, grievances and grievances entangled, this joint competition has also stopped and stopped. It has been fifty years since the last time it was held. The five major sects have just successfully defeated the resurrection of the Demon Soul. Taking advantage of this rare and harmonious atmosphere, the Five Religious Lords jointly proposed the restoration of this secondary school trial.

The empty and huge battlefield was full of life, surrounded by flags. The national flags of the five countries of'flame, golden dragon, white cloud, crescent moon, and Mir' fluttered in the wind. The excitement and noise broke the usual calmness and peace of the battlefield. Solemnly, all the emissaries from the five religious schools and major sects who participated in the competition gathered here. Today is the opening day of the competition.

When you look up, you can see the huge altar of fire on the top of the'Shengtianhuodi Mountain'. This is the closest place to the altar on the ground. The never-extinguishing sacred fire turns this city into a city that never sleeps, and the light transforms the sky and the earth into A kind of color "flaming red", the fiery red world exaggerates the power of the flame to the extreme, even those arrogant monks are solidified under the light of the flame at this moment, and the color of the robes is also integrated into the fiery red world. .

A tall flaming red stone platform stands in the center of the battlefield. This stone platform is where the true essence of the soul of war is condensed. The'Battle of Soul’ is the battle platform that countless gods of war dream of wanting to board. It is made of hard-tempered volcanic rocks and is indestructible. On the four corners of the battle platform stood four fiery red stone pillars, on which there was only one pattern ‘flame’.

The five hundred years of vicissitudes did not erode the body of the battle platform, but the battle platform of the Refute is more ancient and heavy. The spiritual power is eternal. The spirit of the soul of the battle has been cast in the five hundred years to support this'soul battle platform. '.

On the edge of the battlefield, there is a long row of stepped observation decks built close to the "Holy Heaven and Fire Mountain". It is built on the hill and has five floors, exactly one and a half circle. There is a magnificent and tall pavilion in the middle, with blue bricks and red tiles. The giant wooden carved fence has three floors up and down. The long observatory is divided into left and right halves, occupying the most prominent position on the side of the light observatory, which is exactly opposite the "Battle of Souls". Guangwangtai and pavilions are full of people who stand by Guangwang. There are monks of various religions and palace nobles in the city. Wealthy businessmen, sons, masters and beauties are all lacking. Every ceremony held in the "Holy Ancient Battlefield" seems to be a grand festival for the entire empire.

Those who can be in the pavilion naturally have an extraordinary status. Either a guest or a special envoy. The five major sects of the Five Leagues in the selection contest will each send an envoy to lead the team, such as Zuo Mu of Mingfeng. Watching the game in the pavilion.

Hundreds of monks crowded the battlefield, but the eyes of everyone on the battlefield were only on the three teenagers who were dissatisfied with the weak crown. They are known as the three most talented teenagers in the entire continent, the "San Gongzi" and the "Fire Master" Dragon. Xiangsi Feather of the Se Empire. The Dragon Feather of the Dragon Feather Clan of the Helen Empire? Canglang, the core pillar of force in the Helen Empire since the founding of the Helen Empire 500 years ago, like the Xiangsi family, possesses the mysterious blood succession limitation technique'perception', 'Poison Prince' The poisonous charm of the country of Mir, the prince of the country.

The'Three Young Masters' not only have a prominent family background, but also have secret spells. Standing in their respective teams seems to stand out from the crowd. Under the attention of the public, they are inexhaustible and energetic. Xiangsi Feiyu can hardly hide it under such a cold face. I was eager to try, at this moment, he knew that the moment his victory was the day his father died.

　　 Compared with Xiangsi Feiyu's young Yingwu Toshiro, "Young Master Ya" Longyu? Canglang is a handsome man. At this moment, he is gently shaking a thick ink landscape painting with a group of beautiful girls and nuns who are tightly around him. From time to time, the little girls are greeted with laughter, and the poisonous charm of "Poison Young Master" is standing at you. But it feels so vain and ethereal around me. People are like charms.

Today, Dole is no longer a sloppy little pirate. He wears a brand-new Mingfeng training robe. It's really a mud bun wearing a new dress. But he doesn't look like he is wearing it. People put on the dressing robe. Feiyang, but he was still loose and languid when he put it on, and he tied the faint green'Dragon Whip' around his waist. However, the two boys Cheng Li and You Da couldn't follow them this time, and they couldn't even enter the battlefield. Zuo Mu arranged to eat, drink and have fun at the inn.

　　 Standing in the queue of Mingfeng Church, looking around curiously, it was the first time to participate in such a grand occasion, but he was puzzled. Until now, I still don't know what this secondary school trial is. Looking at the crowded people on the battlefield, I thought I was visiting the market. I was muttering in my heart, ‘This old Zuomu knot is really interesting. I have worked so hard to get me here. Is it just for me to come here for a stroll and show off! This market is too low-grade, and there is no such thing as a broken table and no vegetable sellers. ’

The monks of Mingfeng Sect ignored him, all of them looked indifferently and contemptuously. This dry boy suddenly joined them as if he had emerged from the soil, and he didn't know what it was like to touch Zuomu. Guang, you must know that Mingfeng teaches thousands of casual cultivators waiting for this opportunity to advance.

Seeing that no one was taking care of him, he couldn't cut his mouth in. What these people said was a genius boy, what a "three sons", and they had to get a middle repair position if they were desperate. It felt very boring to not understand a word. My feet started to be awkward again and walked around the battlefield.

I have thick boots on my feet. I am used to barefoot but I can’t walk when I wear boots. I wear shoes twice when I grow up to this age. Once I went to'Sami City' with Emily and the second is now. , Not light cloth shoes but heavy boots. He walked in the crowd with his chicken legs twisted and twisted one step at a time, and occasionally one or two looked back abruptly and thought it was a monster, and then looked at the dressing gown, and laughed out loud, ‘Is this Mingfeng Sect really no one! Sending such a character to participate in the big selection competition.

Dole still twisted his **** and swayed among the crowd. He walked from the side of the battle platform to the other side, unconsciously, a large number of Mir cultivators walked into the Mir cult's queue. Suddenly saw a figure with an extremely charming and enchanting figure, widened her eyes and opened her mouth, pointing at the figure and yelling'fairy, fairy' without thinking.

Le Yi was actually one of the special envoys of the Mir Sect. She followed Zuo Sheng’s envoy Gu Bang and led the participating cultivators to the “City of Fire”. At this moment, it was the leader of the cultivating group, and suddenly heard someone yelling while looking around the battlefield. I don’t know why I’m always very sensitive to the word "fairy", so I looked for reputation right away. A dry boy stood in front of him, although he changed his vest, but at a glance he saw that he had met in the Strait of Death. That **** lecherous kid.

When did this kid become a monk of Mingfeng’s forehead? He actually participated in such a competition. Although he was surprised, he couldn’t hide his anger. He didn’t take his skin last time. This kid has become more and more courageous. With the screaming of the Five Religious monks, that also won Le Yi, who is still a virgin.

　　 He twisted his posture and was about to go up to fix this kid. Suddenly a burly figure flashed past his side with a fist, yelling, "The kid of Mingfeng Sect is too rampant, dare to insult my Sister Leyi in public."

Participating in the competition are the elites of the five major sects of casual cultivation. No matter how old they are, they are all at the third level of cultivation. Reaching the third level of cultivation is the lowest threshold for the selection of orthodox religions. The figure who rushed out was in his twenties. He is older than Le Yi, but the time for cultivation and teaching does not seem to be as good as Le Yi.

Since it is the trial match, which is to divide the pros and cons through duels, it was originally with vindictiveness. As the competition is approaching, the smell of gunpowder has permeated the entire battlefield. Dole has always been careless, but it is a provocation in the eyes of this monk. Rampant provocation, the gunpowder buried in the heart of the youthful youth finally broke out.

The burly figure was weighed down like a mountain, and the distance of a few steps like a whirlwind came in an instant, and the fist he slammed hit the kid two or three heads shorter than himself, and a smug smile appeared under his face, as if watching Arrived at the first opponent who fell under his fist, even though the opponent looked so weak.

A feeling suddenly appeared in my consciousness~www.ltnovel.com~ A strong force was about to rush towards me. The almost prophetic feeling lurking in my consciousness has appeared more than once, first when robbing merchant ships of Moss at sea. After a break-up fight, and then a duel with the Cyclops, he frequently tasted the sweetness in the fight. Even a fool would notice his own abilities again and again, not to mention that Dole was not a fool but just pretended to be foolish.

At this moment, he was convinced of the feeling of such a prophet, and as expected, he had just felt the presence of power. A burly figure had rammed from the crowd, a few steps away, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye. The strong power is far from that of Cyclops. The goods are comparable, even if it is felt, there is no time to calm down.

Even if you don’t have time to calm down, it doesn’t mean you’re waiting to die. I predict in advance that the time difference between the opponent’s shots will be enough. This little head has come up with the most effective way to counterattack, and he is playing with his brothers. A trick often used in fighting.

The moment the Poison Cult Sanxiu's iron fist smashed heavily, Dole stooped and the headband slipped into his arms. Dole was much shorter than him, and he almost looked at him. The fist that was smashed before the shadow of the figure fell into the air, Dole threw into his arms and quickly hugged his bear waist with both hands. (To be continued)