Time flies so fast, it seems that the day to enter the Nine Gates of the Ancient World has arrived in the blink of an eye.
In the imperial capital martial arts field, there are thousands of people waiting for the opening of the Nine Gates of the Ancient City. Although they have no chance to enter, they want to see the legendary Nine Gates of the Ancient City with their own eyes.
The top 450 geniuses from the Genius Competition stood on the square.
On the high platform, standing at the front was still Yu Chihong. He stood with his hands behind his back and said with a serious look: "Among the top 450 people in the genius competition, there are 207 Shouyun and Yaoguang. There are two hundred and thirteen people, and there are only thirty people in the sky."
This time, Yu Chihong did not mock Qiongtian.
Because if you ridicule Qiongtian, you will definitely be ridiculed again.
After all, who let Qiongtian have a Fengyun team that directly dominates the top eight!
Thinking of this, Yu Chihong felt very aggrieved, but fortunately Taishang Ancestor told him that when Yunzheng, the little bitch, and the others enter the Nine Gates of the Ancient World, they will definitely go there and never return!
Yu Chihong looked at them and continued: "Not only will you enter the Nine Gates of the Great Desolate this time, but there will also be representatives from the three continents, totaling 500 people in total. No one knows the situation inside the Nine Gates of the Great Desolate, so it is necessary Cherish each one."
When the geniuses heard this, their hearts trembled a little.
Doesn’t this mean that if you die, then die, if you are alive, then continue to live, it is your life anyway.
Among the geniuses, Yu Chibai's face was sickly pale. He pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly, showing a bit of decadence inexplicably.
When Feng Yuanming next to him saw this, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother Yuchi, what's wrong with you?"
Yuchi Bai looked in a daze, immersed in his own world, and did not hear Feng Yuanming's questions at all.
Feng Yuanming found it very strange. In the past, Yuchi Bai always talked and laughed, but what happened today? What's more, today is the day to enter the Nine Gates of the Ancient World. He is... too abnormal.
He couldn't help but push Yuchi Bai.
"Ah?" Yuchi Bai suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head suddenly to look at Feng Yuanming, and responded in a panic. His young and handsome face became even paler.
Feng Yuanming asked suspiciously: "Brother Yuchi, what happened to you? We are about to enter the Nine Gates of the Great Desolate World, and you are still in a daze. Did something happen?"
When Yu Chibai heard this, he couldn't help but recall the scene he encountered that night in his mind. The hand on his side clenched suddenly. When he opened his mouth to say something, there were about twenty strong and restrained voices. The breath suddenly came from above.
Everyone was startled and quickly looked up, only to see the figures of about twenty old men suddenly appearing on the high platform, sweeping over them with pressure.
Almost everyone was shocked and unable to move.
The faces of the big guys on the high platform changed, and they quickly raised their hands and bowed respectfully.
"We have met the Supreme Ancestors!"
Among them, the Qingyi Patriarch, who was the leader, glanced at the talented people standing below with his turbid old eyes, and glanced back and forth at a few of them.
"Get up." The old and hoarse voice came full of majesty.
The entire martial arts field suddenly fell into silence.
The twenty or so Supreme Ancestors were so proud of themselves that they didn't even pay attention to the clan members out of the corner of their eyes, and the clan clan members didn't care.
After all, they didn't get along with each other to begin with.
It was the presence of Emperor Zun that made the Supreme Ancestors look at him with fear.
The Qingyi ancestor looked down at the geniuses standing below, his eyes were floating, and he asked in a deep voice: "Do you all have feather orders on your body?"
The geniuses all answered 'yes'.
The ancestor in Qingyi looked back at the other ancestors, and said in a hoarse voice: "Without further delay, let's open the space cracks of the nine gates of the prehistoric world now."
The Supreme Ancestors looked at each other and then nodded.
The power of the twenty or so Supreme Ancestors exploded, forcing almost everyone present to retreat. The entire martial arts field was swept by strong winds, the sky changed drastically, dark clouds were dense, and thunder and lightning flashed in the clouds.
The wind howled and the sand and rocks danced wildly. For those with low cultivation, everything in front of them began to blur.
It's like disaster is coming.
Many people were unable to look directly at the scene in front of them. At the moment when the dark clouds completely covered the light, a space crack suddenly appeared in mid-air.
Yunzheng narrowed her eyes, she shouted, and then she and her friends grabbed each other's wrists in a tacit understanding, trying to prevent them from being scattered after entering the Nine Gates of the Ancient World.
Sima Xun's yellow hair was blown into a mess. He closed his eyes and shouted: "Is this a dust storm? The wind is so strong that I can't open my eyes. It's so boring... bah bah bah..."
"Hurry up and catch me!" Mo Jing heard his voice and shouted.
Sima Xun said "oh", then closed his eyes tightly and went to catch the person.
As a result, before he touched anyone, his body was pulled into the air by a strong suction force, and he screamed loudly.
"Ahhh!"
As a result, fine pieces of sand entered his mouth. Before he could spit it out, someone grabbed the collar of his neck with his hands and trapped his neck.
Without warning, sand entered his throat.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...he actually ate sand, so boring, so boring!
People with white feather orders were all sucked into the space crack in mid-air.
Yunzheng grabbed Nangong Qingqing's wrist with her right hand and Mu Yin's wrist with her left hand. She could barely open the slits of her eyes, and all she could see was darkness.
Like a black bottomless pit.
The next moment, after entering the space crack, there was a strong pulling force to separate the eight of them.
She said in a deep voice: "Hurry up!"
After Feng Xinglan and others responded, they couldn't help but exert more force.
Their wrists were almost all bruised and swollen from being scratched, and they would not let go even if it hurt again.
Other geniuses couldn't open their eyes at all, because as soon as they opened them, countless cold winds hit their eyes crazily, which would destroy their eyes in a moment.
In the endless darkness, Yu Wenzhou held the person in his arms tightly with both hands, and Fan Yu'er subconsciously hugged his neck tightly.
There was a buzzing sound in the ears, which shocked people's hearing.
Yu Wenzhou suddenly leaned over, close to her forehead, his breath hit the tips of her hair, and he murmured with his eyes closed, "Yu'er, I like you."
The words he had hidden in his heart for many years finally came out today. It's a pity that he is still a coward, because he can only dare to speak out when everyone's hearing is weak.
He knew that Yu'er liked handsome men, but he was not handsome, and even compared to other people, his appearance could only be considered ordinary.
Fan Yu'er's eyelids trembled, and she leaned her head on his chest.
On the other side, the strong wind was still blowing in the martial arts field. The fifty bosses on the high platform were holding the assigned spiritual feather orders in their hands, and then they were sucked into the space crack by a strong suction force.
Emperor Zun is also among them.
Different from others, he went in as a guest, and the howling wind seemed to avoid him in fear. His deep eyes kept pursuing that beautiful figure.
The Taishang Ancestors looked at each other and ducked into the space crack.
After a while, the martial arts field calmed down, but the surroundings were in chaos.
The sect member Wu on the high platform stood up slowly, looked into the distance with a melancholy expression, and sighed softly: "I must return safely."
