There are densely packed weapons, spiritual treasures, elixirs, spiritual pets and other objects floating in the air.
Hundreds of elders from the Xiniu Sanctuary sat cross-legged in the void, waiting silently.
The betting method is very simple. There are ninety-eight people in total, forty-nine versus forty-nine. The winner will be determined by three "dark horses" who are not among the fifteen candidates.
Betting on this kind of thing is the most exciting thing. The Red Emperor and the Sword Emperor, who were originally watching silently, saw that many of the gambling objects were not ordinary, and they also participated in it. There were no three "dark horses" in the bet.
"Add a bet!"
Mrs. Yao waved her sleeves, with a myriad of gestures, and shot out a piece of golden light with a snap of her fingers. In the golden light were two floating seals, "This object is a mother-in-law spiritual treasure refined by a master of the ancient imperial realm in the medieval era ten thousand years ago. It is A sacred object that was stolen and killed!”
Qian Xuanwei asked doubtfully: "I wonder what Madam wants to bet on?"
Mrs. Yao said with a decisive voice: "I bet that Xin Zhuo will be among the top ten, and I will each take half of your spiritual objects!"
The old woman Feiying asked curiously: "What are the top ten? Cultivation or chance?"
Mrs. Yao said: "Opportunity!"
Hundreds of seniors looked at each other with a trace of curiosity on their faces. Why does Mrs. Yao like Xin Zhuo so much? Then he chuckled and agreed.
There are ninety-seven people in the Holy King Realm in the ruins of the Kingdom of God, including disciples from Sandao Mountain, Daxumi Temple and various schools in this area. Even if Xin Zhuo has outstanding combat power, the tombs here are also divided into high and low. He has a hundred tombs It's hard to fight for it, and no one gives in in the face of opportunities, so what's the point of being in the top ten?
Only Red Emperor and Sword Emperor Yu glanced at Mrs. Yao, with a strange smile on their lips.
At this moment, everyone looked down.
They naturally saw that in the tombs below, the mixed auras of warriors were gradually revealed, as if they were refining something, which was a perfect luck.
After half a stick of incense, a woman from the bottom layer of the tomb broke out of the coffin. Her true energy was lingering, and it took ten breaths to calm down. When she looked up, she couldn't help being surprised, and she quickly saluted solemnly: " Li Min'er, the junior disciple of Sanqiu Palace, has met all the seniors!"
"You're welcome!"
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and asked with a kind face: "What's the chance? What did you get?"
The female disciple was stunned at first, and then said: "Junior Yuanji Yilin, after refining his divine power, entered Yuanji Sanlin, and obtained two divine arts. Although he did not have the blessing of divine power, he could still cast it with three times the power. Fair."
"Divine power? Not bad!"
Ancestor Feiying looked around and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, the ruins of the Kingdom of God, the strongest among the thirteen ruins under the Zhenwu Sect, are the safest. Although there have been incidents of closed doors and riots of supernatural energy before, at least it shows that No one will die if it is passed down through the ages and passed down directly.”
In some respects, her words are indeed correct. Even if a group of people have entered the Three Realms of the Emperor, the Kingdom of God is lifeless at the moment. There are no hidden and dangerous places, and there are no monsters born over the ages. It is really impossible to notice anything. Danger.
"this……"
The woman who came out first had a look of astonishment on her face, as if she didn’t understand why Ancestor Fei Ying spoke like this. This... is simply an insult to all those who have entered the illusion of the Kingdom of God. If it hadn’t been for Senior Xin’s defiant move to break the illusion, how could he have How long it takes to get out and how many people can survive are both problems.
However, when the words came to my mouth, I couldn't utter a single word. This time, the matter of the Kingdom of God was too deeply involved. It was related to the evil operations of Sandao Mountain, Dashumi Temple and many proud disciples of the Eternal Sect, more than 70,000 people. Fifty thousand people were killed by them, and when they attacked the capital of the Kingdom of God, more than 10,000 people were killed or injured. Now, only about 10,000 people are alive.
Those are the most talented warriors below the Holy King in the Xiniu Sanctuary. This is simply a huge event!
She simply stepped aside and watched her nose, nose and heart.
At this moment, eleven more people burst out of the coffin at the same time, with indescribable grief, anger and helplessness on their faces, and their blood was surging.
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and said again: "How are you?"
A middle-aged man sighed softly: "This junior is a quasi-sage. After refining his divine power and breaking through nine gates, he can become a saint immediately within three or two years."
The rest of the people responded one after another.
In fact, they don't need to describe it themselves. It's just that the moment they came out of the coffin, they seemed to suddenly gain a ray of strength. With the eyesight of the ancestors, they can easily distinguish and confirm each other, so they can naturally see who has the greatest chance.
The eleven people were also hesitant to speak. They were weak in cultivation and were hunted in the Kingdom of God. If they had not been under the command of Young Master Xiaobai, that is, Xin Zhuo, they would have died. They just glanced at the first ones who came out. The woman, seeing the other party shaking her head imperceptibly, simply kept silent.
The above mentioned Huangji Patriarch is the elder of Chen Jingzhe and Qian Xuance.
Then more and more people opened the coffins, ranging from the five degenerates of heaven and humans to the realm of human beings and saints. They were densely packed, like eggs with broken shells.
The ancestors in the sky scanned them one by one, randomly named a few people, and asked a few questions. To be honest, they were not very satisfied, and there was nothing special about them.
And all the people who broke the coffin looked at each other. Although they had a lot to say, they kept it secret and cherished words like gold. After all, no one was a fool!
An hour later, more than 10,000 people had come out of the coffin, including 9,000 under Xin Zhuo's command, and more than 2,000 under Chen Jingzhe and others' command. They subconsciously stood on two clearly defined sides, looking at each other. They all remained silent. If they could say one less word, they would never. Say more.
Then, the "broken coffin" entered a vacuum.
"Um?"
A group of ancestors finally discovered something abnormal. It was supposed that the inheritance should be carried out at about the same time. Currently, there are only more than 10,000 coffins, which is too small.
Zhen Yuanzi's junior brother, Renhuang Zhenqianzi, asked in a deep voice: "Why are there only more than 10,000 people? Where are the others?"
Quiet and silent!
No one spoke.
"Baichuan, tell me!"
Cultivated like a group of ancestors, he noticed a strange look in the expressions of the warriors, and his face became gloomy. Zhen Qianzi pointed at a young man from the Zhenwu Sect who had brought Xin Zhuo to "give" to Ye Liantian. Wait for someone to pass.
Baichuan thought about it for a while, then he forced himself to hold it in his hands and said, "Return to my uncle, there are at most four to five hundred people, and there is no one else!"
Zhen Qianzi, Zhen Yuanzi, Qian Xuanwei, Fei Ying, and the ancestors of various families in Sandao Mountain were shocked. Zhen Yuanzi said angrily: "Where are the others?"
Bai Chuan trembled: "Dead!"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of a group of ancestors instantly turned pale as paper. Seventy thousand warriors were the outstanding disciples who survived the catastrophe of all races in Xiniu Sanctuary. They were the "seeds" of Xiniu Sanctuary. Fifty or sixty thousand people died in one ruin. This is absolutely It is a huge disaster. In the future, at least for hundreds of years, there will be a gap among the warriors in the Xiniu region.
No one can afford this cause and effect.
Zhen Yuanzi was furious: "How to die?"
"pungent……"
Bai Chuan deliberately poured dirty water on Xin Zhuo, but when he raised his head, he saw the cold eyes of eight or nine thousand warriors from this region. He couldn't help but was startled, and shook his head and said: "I don't know, disciple, this matter still needs... Xin Zhuo, Baili Su We can only tell the difference after Miss Rou, Jiang Guiyi, Ye Liantian, Master Chen Jingzhe and Qian Xuance come out."
A group of ancestors looked at each other, suppressed the shock in their hearts, stopped asking questions, and waited silently.
Half an hour later, four to five hundred masters broke out of the coffin. These four to five hundred people were all great saints. The moment they came out of the coffin, their momentum was shocked, and there was a faint flash of unknown divine power. It was more powerful than before. Ten thousand people are stronger than one.
"Reporting to all ancestors, this disciple has something to say."
A warrior surnamed Chen from Sandao Mountain in the back realm of the Great Sage clasped his fists and saluted: "In the past few days, I have entered the illusion of the Kingdom of God 70,000 years ago. There were more than 70,000 people there when I left, but now there are only more than 10,000 left. The others are all He was killed by Xin Zhuo, and this man took over the prince of Sheshen Kingdom. He was blessed with great power, and had evil thoughts and unforgivable crimes!"
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
Hidden Dragon, Ni Cangtian, and Bai Rou shouted and cursed almost at the same time.
There will be another chapter later. I worked overtime today and came back too late.
(End of chapter)
