Naturally, this dangerous situation could not be hidden from the four emperor masters standing nearby.
Their faces also became solemn. If the Life-Preserving Heart-Strengthening Pill could not hold up and the Heavenly Demon Poison was completely released, Yao Wenyu would be dead.
Their mental power was attached to Ye Xiangyang's face. They did not use their own eyes. Their eyes were so powerful that even the Xuan Wang masters could not escape their sharp eyes. A casual look might affect Ye Xiangyang's treatment.
Ye Xiangyang's heart also moved, but this was also a good opportunity. The toxins in Yao Wenyu's body had been completely cleared. At this time, he wrapped the poisonous area with the Void Sky Poison. Even if the Sky Demon Poison spread, he could destroy it.
Therefore, Ye Xiangyang's Void Sky Poison was completely entangled in the area of Sky Demon Poison in Yao Wenyu's mind.
The void sky poison slowly followed the cracks in the Life-saving Heart-Fortifying Pill into the place where the Heavenly Demon Poison was located.
There was darkness inside, pure darkness, the kind of darkness that made one's soul tremble.
Just as the Sky Demon poison was about to rush out, they seemed to have a sense of self-preservation and retreated inward in fear.
Although they retreated, some of the Heavenly Demon Poison and the Void Sky Poison were still entangled. The two sides were tightly entangled and poisoned each other.
This is a dangerous moment.
Just now, when we cleaned out the remnants of the Heavenly Demon Toxin inside Yao Wenyu's body, the amount was small. But now, the Heavenly Demon Toxin is very large, which is equivalent to the difference between remnants and a large number of regular troops.
Ye Xiangyang must be treated with caution.
Ye Xiangyang wrapped the Sky Demon Poison with the Void Sky Poison, and his heart was calm. His poisonous spiritual root was still there, and as long as his mysterious power was not exhausted, he would have an endless supply of poisonous body skills. Could it be that he could not resist the Sky Demon Poison that was like water without a source and tree without roots
Outside, on the Yuhua competition arena, the crowds of people surged like a tide.
The inner disciples of Yuhuazhengong, the true disciples, the Holy Sons, and many elders are all present in this competition arena.
This is the highest level competition among the younger generation of Xuanwu Continent. This is the most talented competition among the younger generation of Xuanwu Continent. This is an opportunity for them to increase their experience and gain knowledge.
This opportunity doesn't come easy.
"Brother, I have no regrets in my life for being able to see a competition of this magnitude."
"Yes, these people are truly the most talented. The clash between them will produce the most brilliant sparks. Just watch. Such competitions will help us gain experience."
"Yes, these are all geniuses. They have countless magical skills and magic weapons. They will definitely use them in this competition."
"That's right. Winning this tournament is the ticket to enter the Four Sacred Mountains. Entering the Four Sacred Mountains means entering a treasure land with endless treasures."
“This opportunity is exciting just thinking about it.”
"No, we don't have such an opportunity."
"Humph, Ye Xiangyang is just a person with the cultivation level of a Profound Ancestor. How can he become a Holy Son and be able to participate in this competition?"
Let’s not talk about what these people below are saying for now.
Speaking of the rostrum above the arena, ten emperor masters appeared out of nowhere and sat on their seats almost at the same time.
There were no spatial fluctuations, no temporal fluctuations, they were just like they had always been sitting in these seats. The entire world was connected to them, their every breath connected the world, their every move was natural.
They are the sky, they are the earth, and they are the controllers between heaven and earth.
The eyes and mental energy of everyone below were unconsciously directed towards the people on the stage.
Yue Haoran smiled slightly, and everyone felt that there was a bright and radiant scene in front of them, and their hearts were filled with satisfaction and peace, great happiness and joy.
"The peak competition of the younger generation of the nine sects, which takes place once every hundred years, will begin today. There is no order of precedence in cultivation, and the one who has achieved success will be the teacher. We martial artists must stand out in such competition."
"Every martial artist is a treasure of our Xuanwu Continent. Everyone born in Xuanwu Continent is a son of Xuanwu Continent. The continent's aura and blood flow through us..."
What Yue Haoran said seemed to have completely touched everyone's hearts, and everyone was convinced.
As Yue Haoran spoke, flower petals slowly fell from the sky, and golden lotus slowly emerged from the ground. Flower rain fell from the sky, and golden lotus emerged from the ground, which showed that Yue Haoran's explanation was the great way of heaven and earth.
When he finished speaking, everyone present was filled with admiration and applause broke out like a tide.
Next came the contestants. The ten people from Xuanwu Holy Land took the lead, followed by Yuhua Palace. There were only nine people from Yuhua Palace, and Ye Xiangyang had not arrived yet.
The rest of the sects have ten people each.
According to the rules of the competition, they are divided into Xuan Zuns and Xuan Wangs. Including Ye Xiangyang, there are sixty Xuan Zuns in total, and thirty Xuan Wangs in total.
In other words, in the end, only ten people will remain from each group and become the candidates to enter the Four Sacred Mountains that will be opened this year.
Because of the age limit, martial artists under the age of 500 have different levels of cultivation.
It is easiest to practice Xuanshi, and one can advance to the next level in about one year, which means one can become a Xuanshi in nine years; from Xuanshi to Xuanjiang, one can advance to the next level every two to three years, which takes twenty to thirty years; from Xuanjiang to Xuanzong, it takes five to eight years to advance to the next level, which takes about forty to fifty years; from Xuanzong to Xuanzu, it generally takes about twenty years to advance to the next level, which takes one hundred and fifty years; from Xuanzu to Xuanzu, it generally takes forty to fifty years to advance to the next level, which takes about four hundred years; the further back one goes, the longer it takes to advance, and although five hundred years is a long time, it is fast for an ordinary cultivator to be promoted to the high level of Xuanzu.
Those who are able to be promoted to Xuanzun and Xuanwang are all people who have had unique adventures and encountered peerless immortal fate.
These people will be able to go further than the average person in the future. They are the best among their peers and are gifted with natural talents.
When the people from Xuanwu Holy Land saw that Ye Xiangyang did not come, many of them felt depressed. They also knew that Ye Xiangyang might not be chosen by them. As long as he was chosen by them, they would at least give him an unforgettable memory for life. In other words, crippling him or even killing him was the result that these people from Xuanwu Holy Land wanted.
The expressions of the people from Xianjian Sect were somewhat gloomy, especially those from Yi Family, whose eyes looked somewhat lost.
The people below looked at the people on the stage, especially the inner disciples and true disciples, with stars in their eyes: "Brother, the most beautiful female cultivator walking in the front of Xuanwu Holy Land must be Gong Yixue, she is so beautiful, she is like a fairy descended to earth."
"Yes, being able to reach the peak of Xuanwang at the age of 105 is the fastest cultivation speed on the continent."
"If anyone can become her dual cultivation partner, it would be a great blessing."
"Humph, Senior Sister Pi from our sect is no worse than her. Look at her wearing a colorful Taoist robe. She is gorgeous. She is not inferior to her in any way."
"I think Senior Brother Hu Yanchuang is the best. He is so handsome and imposing."
"Brother Xianjianzong has a murderous aura, just like a sword coming out of a box. How cool."
"My senior brother from the Wood Spirit Sect has a body filled with wood energy, which is the best for regulating one's constitution. This kind of constitution can prolong one's life span, and practicing dual cultivation with him will bring unspeakable benefits."
Yu Yurou, Dongli Dingjing, Feng Yunlie and others looked at the stage, but there was no sign of Ye Xiangyang. They knew that Ye Xiangyang was being treated by the Yao family's people.
As the number one alchemy sect on the continent, they naturally knew how powerful the Yao family was.
Thirty thousand years ago, even when the Danding Divine Sect was at its peak, they did not dare to say that their alchemy skills were stronger than those of the Yao family. Just imagine how advanced the Yao family's attainments in alchemy were.
The Yao family couldn't cure it, and it was almost like the disease had already been cured. If Ye Xiangyang could cure it with just one hand, that would be extremely strange.
Without Ye Xiangyang, they felt a little lost. They didn't know when it started, but Ye Xiangyang seemed to have become the soul among them. They all surrounded Ye Xiangyang.
Xuanzun's drawing of lots began.
This is a knockout round. No matter who you draw, as long as you lose, the opportunity to enter the Four Sacred Mountains will pass you by. If you want to enter, you will have to wait until the next hundred years.
The five Xuanzuns of Xuanwu Palace drew lots, followed by the four people of Yuhua Palace, and then the people of Daode Palace, and then Xianjian Sect...
Ye Xiangyang was the last one left.
It's time to announce the numbers for the tournament. The first match is between the disciples of the Muling Sect and the Fengyun Sect. The second match is between the Yuhua Palace and the Xingchen Sect. The third match is between the Daode Palace and the Xuanwu Palace. The fourth match...
There are thirty games in total, with sixty people.
People discovered that Ye Xiangyang was in the second round.
There are nine arenas in a round, and each sect's elder is in charge of one arena. They are all emperors, which means they have to protect the safety of the disciples on the arena. These people are the sect's treasures, and the sect cannot afford any mistake made by any of them.
The competition began. On the nine arenas, there were all kinds of Xuan-level weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, rocks, ropes, seals, and crutches... The disciples of the sect all took out their best skills, as this was related to whether they could enter the Four Sacred Mountains and gain immortality, and it was related to the reputation of their sect. At this time, they had to go all out even if it cost their lives.
The time and space on the arena was like a moving curtain. The various colored mysterious powers of these people acted on the treasures, forming a series of killing disasters with infinite power.
In a quarter of an hour, the winner was decided.
This is a big gap between them.
There are two more arenas, and the people on them are at the same level, fighting fiercely.
The disciples below, including the Holy Son, were watching the arena intently. This was the best time to see the martial arts of other sects, and to infer the power of these martial arts from the martial arts they displayed.
After the battle, the eyes of the nine winners on the ring were full of fierceness, and they were one step closer to the Four Sacred Mountains.
The second round of competition began. There was only one disciple from Xuanwu Holy Land on the third stage. It was obvious that the person he was waiting for was Ye Xiangyang.
People saw Ye Xiangyang, dressed in a colorful Taoist robe, stepping into the air and walking towards the arena.