Chapter 1103: Who Killed 60,000 Martial Artists?
Chapter 1103 – Who Killed 60,000 Martial Artists?
Floating in midair were densely packed, true qi draped weapons, spiritual treasures, pills, and spirit pets.
Hundreds of Western Bull Sacred Domain elders were sitting in the void, waiting silently.
Gambling method is very simple, a total of ninety-eight people, forty-nine against forty-nine, out of the three fifteen candidates other than the “dark horse” to determine the winners and losers.
Gambling this kind of thing, the most is tantalizing, the original silence of the red emperor and the sword emperor Yu see a lot of gambling is not ordinary, also participate in it, betting not three “dark horse”.
“I raise a bet!”
Lady Yao waved her sleeves, elegant, snapping her fingers and shooting out a piece of golden light, in the golden light are two floating and sinking seals, “This object is a ten thousand years ago in the ancient times of the ancient emperor realm expert refining the son of the mother spirit treasure, is a sneak attack to kill the holy object!”
Thousand Xuanwei was puzzled, “I wonder what the Lady wants to bet on?”
Lady Yao’s voice was resolute, “Bet on this son, Xin Zhuo, to be ranked in the top ten, and each of you will take half of your spirit treasures!”
The Flying Haunted Crone said curiously, “What is the top ten? Cultivation or chance?”
Lady Yao said, “Chance!”
The hundreds of elders glanced at each other, a hint of curiosity showing on their faces, why did Lady Yao think so highly of Xin Zhuo? Then, they let out a light laugh and considered it a promise.
There were a total of ninety-seven people in the Saint King realm in the ruins of the Entry Divine Kingdom, including disciples from the Three Dao Mountains, the Great Sumeru Temple, and various families in the Domain, even if Xin Zhuo’s battle prowess was superb, there were heights in the graves here as well, and it was difficult for him to compete for the top one hundred graves, and no one would budge in front of the chance to talk about the top ten?
Only Red Emperor and Sword Emperor Yu glanced at Lady Yao, a strange smile appeared at the corner of their mouths.
At this moment, the crowd looked downwards.
They naturally saw that in one of the graves below, there was already a martial artist’s mixed aura gradually revealing itself, seemingly refining something, which was properly a blessing of opportunity.
After half a pillar of incense, a woman in the lowest layer of the grave mound broke the coffin and came out, her true qi was dazzling, and it took a full ten breaths to calm down, tilting her head to look at it, she couldn’t help but be taken aback, and hurriedly saluted in a formal manner, “Junior Li Min’er, a disciple of the Sanqiu Palace, have met all of you seniors!”
“No need to be polite!”
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and asked with a kind face, “How was the chance, what did you get?”
The female disciple was first stunned, then said, “My junior Yuanji Yilin, after refining divine power to enter Yuanji Sanlin, I obtained two divine arts, although there is no divine power to support them, but by consuming three times the amount of true qi, they can still be performed with a fair amount of power.”
“Divine power? Not bad!”
Flying Haunting Old Ancestor looked around and laughed, “I can’t imagine that the strongest ruins of the Divine Kingdom in the next thirteen ruins of this True Martial Sect is the safest, although there were previous incidents of closed portals and riots of Divine Qi, at least the manifestation of the Ten Thousand Ancient Ages and the direct inheritance will not allow anyone to perish.”
Her words were indeed unproblematic in some ways, a group of people, even if they entered the Imperial Extreme Three Paths, but at this moment, the divine Kingdom was dead, there were no hidden perilous places, and there were no monsters born from ten thousand years of age, so they really couldn’t perceive half a bit of danger.
“This ……”
The woman who came out first was stunned, as if she didn’t understand why Fei Haunted Old Ancestor spoke like this, this …… is simply an insult to all the people who enter the illusionary realm of the Divine Kingdom, if there is no Xin senior’s break the illusionary realm of the antithetical act, when can come out, can survive a few people are a problem.
Just, the words to the mouth, froze a word can not spit out, this time the affair of God’s country involved too deep, about the three road mountain, big Sumeru temple and many ten thousand ancient sects pleased disciples of evil operation, more than seventy thousand people were killed by their pit 50,000, the attack on the capital of the God’s country, and then more than 10,000 dead and wounded, now alive only afraid of only about 10,000 or so.
Those could all be the most gifted martial artists below Saint King in the Western Bull Sacred Region, this was simply a monstrous event!
She simply retreated to the side and watched with her eyes.
Right at this moment, eleven more people broke out of their coffins at the same time, their faces still carrying untold grief and helplessness, their blood qi churning endlessly.
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and said again, “How are you?”
A middle-aged man sighed softly, “The late generation of prospective saints a door, refining the divine power, broke the nine doors, within three or two years, can become a saint on the ground.”
The rest of the crowd returned.
In fact, there is no need for them to narrate themselves, just the moment they came out of the coffin, as if they suddenly grew a line of strength, with the eyesight of the old ancestors, easily discernible, and corroborate each other, naturally they can see who has the deepest chance. Eleven people likewise want to speak and stop, their cultivation is low and weak, in the divine country is a group of people who are hunted, if not under the banner of Gongzi Xiaobai, also known as Xin Zhuo, will certainly die, just look at the first out of the woman, see the other side imperceptible shaking of the head, simply shut his mouth.
Above a kind of imperial extreme old ancestor can be exactly the elders of Chen Jingjing, Qianxuanze that group of people.
Subsequently broke open the coffin more and more people, from the Celestial Fifth Failure to the human saint realm have, densely packed, like a broken shell egg.
The upper sky a group of old ancestors one by one scan, randomly point on a few people, ask a question or two, to be honest, are not too satisfied, there is nothing special.
And all the people who break the coffin, look at each other, although there is a bellyful of words want to say, but they are all secretive and shy, after all, no one is a fool!
An hour later, has come out of the coffin more than ten thousand people, Xin Zhuo under the command of nine thousand, Chen Jingjing and others under the command of more than two thousand, subconsciously stand into clear-cut two sides, mutual eyes, all shut up, can say a word less, never say more.
Then, the “broken coffin” entered a vacuum.
“Huh?”
A group of old ancestors finally realized something unusual, according to legend, receiving the inheritance should be done at about the same time, and now there were only 10,000 people in the Broken Coffin, the number was too small.
That Zhen Yuan Zi’s senior brother, Human Emperor Zhen Qian Zi, asked in a deep voice, “Why is there only 10,000 or so people, where are the others?”
There was silence!
No one spoke.
“Shirakawa, speak!”
Cultivation such as a group of old ancestors, in a crowd of martial artists look detected a different color, can not help but all face gloomy, true money son points to a true martial arts sect youth, this person at first with Xin Zhuo “given” Ye Liantian and others over.
That Bai Chuan deliberation for a moment, hard arching hand: “back to the senior uncle, at most there are four or five hundred people, there is no one else!”
Zhen Qian Zi, Zhen Yuan Zi, Thousand Xuan Wei, Fei Haunted Old Woman including the Three Dao Mountain’s various family ancestors were shocked, Zhen Yuan Zi angrily said, “Where are the others?”
Bai Chuan trembled, “Dead!”
This word, a group of old ancestor’s face instantly pale as paper, 70,000 martial artists for the Western Bull Sacred Domain after the great calamity of the Ten Thousand Races survived the outstanding disciples, is the Western Bull Sacred Domain’s “seed”, a ruins dead 50,000 or 60,000 people, this is absolutely a monstrous disaster, the future at least in the hundreds of years, the Western Bull a domain of martial artists will appear a fault line.
This cause and effect, no one can afford.
Zhen Yuanzi was shocked, “How do you die?”
“Xin ……”
Bai Chuan had the intention to throw dirty water on Xin Zhuo, but as soon as he looked up, he saw the grim gazes of eight or nine thousand martial artists of this domain, and he could not help but be stunned for a moment, shaking his head, “Disciple doesn’t know, this matter still needs to be …… Xin Zhuo, Baili Changruo girl, Jiang Guiyi, Ye Liantian, Chen Jinging Gongzi, and Qian Xuanze, they can only be divided up after they come out .”
The group of Old Ancestors looked at each other, forcibly suppressing the shock in their hearts, no longer asking questions, and silently waiting.
Half an hour later, four to five hundred experts broke the coffin and came out, these four to five hundred people were all at Great Sage cultivation, the moment they came out of the coffin, their aura was shaken, and there was a hidden flash of unknown divine power, stronger than the tens of thousands of people before by more than one step.
“Reporting to the Elder Ancestors, disciples have something to say.”
A great saint after realm of the three dao mountain Chen surnamed martial artist, cupped his fist and saluted, “We these days, into the 70,000 years ago divine kingdom illusion, when we went more than 70,000 people, now there are only 10,000 or so left, the other people were all killed by Xin Zhuo, this person anti-reclaimed the divine kingdom’s royal son, blessed with the heaven, the power of the heavens, the heart of the evil, ten evils are not amnestied!”
“Let go of your fucking eighteen road bends fart!”
Hidden Dragon, Reverse Cangtian, and Bai Rou’s group of people almost simultaneously raised their voices and cursed.
There will be another chapter later, I worked overtime today and came back too late
(End of this chapter)