Ren Zhongyuan scanned the other realms and said, "I know you are all listening. Do the remaining five people dare to come out and challenge!"
"Someone is looking for death. Is there any reason for this?" Chi Yuan stroked the black scales at the end of his eyes, as if water was rippling around him.
Jiang Chimu was as cold as ice, indifferent, and only glanced coldly.
There is another person, there is no one within three feet of him, he stands alone and proud, like a black sword fixed on the battlefield thousands of miles away, his thin lips are lightly opened, and his voice is deep, "I'll tell you when you get into the top three."
Ren Zhongyuan laughed, "Chu Chenzi didn't come, right? Zhan Changfeng didn't come, right? This account has been recorded! If you wait for the realm and think that someone can bear the name of the stars, you can also come out for them!"
Everyone was in an uproar. What a ferocious tiger. As soon as it came, it was about to bite the monk who was once as famous as himself to death!
Compared with Xie Ziyu speaking out for Zang Yuzhi, some people look down on Fengyun Realm a little bit.
"The people in the Fengyun Realm are too cowardly. No one dares to come out and answer the question."
"Haha, I'm afraid they don't have any capable geniuses."
The monks in the Fengyun Realm whispered, but no one actually answered their words. Several veteran life and death realms with strong self-control did not dare to take the lead easily after seeing Ren Zhongyuan's Taoist behavior that was close to that of a true king.
Sun Mang, Gong of Wu Qu, asked He Yuntian, "Zhan Qian..."
He thought of the dispute between Zhan Changfeng and his Gongsun family in Zangyun Stream. He retracted his words and said again, "Why didn't Zhan Changfeng come?"
"How do I know?" He Yuntian didn't want to hear the name and raised his chin casually, "If you want to ask, just ask those people. They are familiar with Zhan Changfeng."
On the other side, Ning Qiwu didn't know why Hua Jianci, Shuo Yu and others didn't take a stand, but he couldn't stand the sluggish momentum on his side and the mocking eyes of others.
He said in a loud voice, "There are certainly many capable people in our Fengyun Realm, but since you are asking for Fellow Daoist Zhan by name, how can we go ahead and do it for you? After you wait for Fellow Daoist Zhan to come, you can invite her to fight!"
"She's not missing."
"Will you really come?"
"That's going to be a good show. Zhan Changfeng ranks first among the seven sons."
Ren Zhongyuan moved his ears and smiled, "Okay, I'll wait!"
"It's so lively!" The laughter suddenly sounded like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the gusts of cold wind brought chills that swept through the whole body.
Everyone suddenly turned their heads, only to see black clouds pressing down, and skeleton carriages coming from the clouds and mist accompanied by Taoist music and sad music.
"It's the participants from the Ghostly Holy Land, Netherworld Sea of Blood, who are here!"
"The leader is probably a direct descendant of Ghost Road, I don't know who he is."
The ghost cultivators from all realms bowed in that direction to show their respect for the ghosts.
The black clouds and white bones dispersed, and twelve direct heirs of the ghost path with different demeanor appeared. The leader, wearing the black robe of the direct heir, and a silver silk brocade cloak on the outside, was graceful and cold, like a noble lady of the family, leading everyone in Pingtou. Stand still before the long case.
Suddenly, there is a stream of fairy music scattered in the sky, a row of red-crowned cranes flying from the distant sky, the magic flames from the south are surging into the sky, the murmur of Yama invades the ears, and all sins are haunting the mind. At that time, the Sanskrit music is singing loudly in the west, and the golden lotus is like a brocade group. Everyone couldn't see it with their eyes, and in shock and confusion, the black shadow in the north covered the sky, and the evil wind howled!
At this time, there were waves in the sky again, and a ship slowly lowered down, its sword energy, Haoran's righteousness and righteousness were in full force!
It’s the Penglai Immortal World, the Demonic Abyss of Sinful Hatred, the Universal Buddhist Kingdom, the Spiritual Talisman Values the Sea, and the participants of the Spring and Autumn Suffering Realm are here!
**Holy Land Gathers!
The monks from all walks of life bowed to them and paid tribute to their orthodoxy!
It can be said that the disciples of the Holy Land appeared without compromise, but when they landed on the ground, each one looked extraordinary and greeted them politely.
The square suddenly became more than twice as quiet as everyone's eyes were attracted to them.
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magistrate
"Come here, let's draw lots."
Zhan Changfeng and several other registrars each took an origami piece from Zhenjun Wen Zhang's hand.
"I am responsible for the Yunze Realm."
"I am Feng Yun."
"It's Shensha. Shensha is more worry-free."
Zhan Changfeng opened his origami and found a holy place.
Wen Zhangzhenjun urged, "Today's tasks are heavy, so hurry up and get to work. There are more than 80,000 people waiting to register."
The registrars took the information, took away their four deacons, and headed to the square.
The sound officer saw someone coming out of the magistrates' office and said loudly, "Each area is divided into four rows and arranged. When registering, fill in your name, origin, participation items, etc., pay special attention to ensure the fairness of the fight. , Extraordinary monks cannot use treasure phantoms that are above magic treasures, and monks in the life and death realm cannot use treasure phantoms above spiritual treasures!"
"If the grade of the natal treasure exceeds this limit, it is allowed to be used, but please register with the registrar in advance, otherwise it will be considered a violation if discovered!"
"In addition, contracted spirit beasts are regarded as part of the monk's physical strength. Spirit beasts are allowed to appear, but please register in advance. Same as above!"
"Remember the registrars of your respective realms. If anything happens during the Dao Tai Meeting, you can negotiate with them to resolve the matter!"
"Now announce the responsible areas of each registrar!"
More than 80,000 people in the square looked eagerly towards the west side of the Magistrates' Office, and saw the registrars coming with their assistants and deacons. All the registrars were wearing red crane robes, and the deacons were wearing cyan Bagua robes.
The first person I saw first was astonished by the beauty of the sky, and the high-spirited appearance, which is even better than the beautiful trees in the Yaolin forest. The long-sleeved red robe moves automatically in the wind. When she wears this red, it is not gaudy, but it complements her suave Tsinghua University. It is truly a legacy. Unconventional.
"Registrar of the Holy Land, Lord Linyao!"
"Registrar of Laohuang, Wugui Zhenjun!"
"Registrar of Jiuji, Zhenjun Ji Kang!"
...
Zhan Changfeng crossed the seven long desks and stood in front of the first long desk at the east end. His eyes fell on the disciples of the Holy Land. At this glance, he actually saw several monks who had dealt with them before.
She looked calm and waited for the sound officer to finish announcing her name, then she said, "Everyone, please line up in four rows and come forward to register."
The four deacons knelt down behind the long desk, held out a stack of questionnaires, and reiterated, "Everyone, please come forward. Your name, origin, and participation in the meeting are required. You can fill in the rest or not."
The graceful and cold ghost cultivator leaned over and sat down in front of the case to fill out the questionnaire. When he finished writing, he asked leisurely without raising his head, "What is the common name of the true king?"
When Zhan Changfeng saw that her name was Gui Jiu, he said enigmatically, "Once you enter the Tao, don't ask about the past."
"What if I didn't ask you about the past?" She picked up the page, looked at it, handed it to the deacon, stood up and left.
There was a cold, ethereal man in the Immortal Path, with a dot of cinnabar falling into the world between his brows. He glanced away indifferently, and the fellow Taoist next to him was surprised, "Is it possible that the direct descendant of the Ghost Dao had a relationship with this true king during his lifetime?"
"Why bother meddling in other people's business."
Cen Xi from the Confucian School of Humanity saw that the registrar was actually Zhan Changfeng. He couldn't come back to his senses for a while. When he came back to his senses, he was full of emotions. However, it was not easy to reminisce about the past at this time, so he only nodded while looking at each other for a moment.
