My God, the Lord of Xiangyang City, Ye Xiangyang, was invited over.
This was beyond the expectations of these people. It seemed that after thousands of years of being suppressed by the ghosts, the spirits were really angry. They had to win this year no matter what.
Ye Xiangyang came and wanted to replace their two deputies. Of course the deputies were willing to do so. Damn it, as long as they could defeat the ghost clan and win more soul sources, being a deputie was nothing.
Ye Xiangyang has fought in many battles since his debut and has never been defeated. These people believe that he can go.
Kong Yu still remembers the alchemy competition with Ye Xiangyang. He was almost certain to win, but Ye Xiangyang turned it into a miracle.
Kong Yu stood up and said, "Kong Cheng, Kong Ying, if you don't want me to, I can withdraw and let City Lord Ye Xiangyang replace me."
Kong Sheng also stood up: "Really, I'm willing to take your place, too."
Ye Xiangyang was too strong, extremely strong, and they were simply not comparable to him. It was impossible not to accept this kind of thing.
Having said that, how could Kongcheng and Kongying not be happy
The spiritual elder smiled and said, "I won't participate in the competition anymore. To enter the source of souls, I still need you to join me."
It would be bad to replace Ye Xiangyang with Kong Yu and Kong Sheng, because these two people are the main contestants, and they are on record in the ghost tribe. If they are replaced, it will easily arouse the suspicion of the ghost tribe. If they really find out that Ye Xiangyang is the replacement, the ghost tribe will definitely regret it. At that time, things will be troublesome.
A deputy wouldn't have these troubles.
The four people certainly understood the importance of the matter, nodded in agreement, and left the elders' living room.
After the four people left, the spiritual elder took out a white jade cup as big as a teacup from his storage ring. In the cup was a colorless and transparent flower.
To the naked eye, this flower seems nothing. Only when the soul is active can the existence of the flower be seen.
This is a single-petal flower, and the shape of the flower is not very nice. It is a specialty of the source of the soul, the flower of the soul.
Ye Xiangyang took the soul flower and sealed it in a jade artifact, which was also nurtured by the soul jade. After thousands of years, the flower had already withered and was in a state of disrepair.
Ye Xiangyang took the soul flower with trembling hands. If he could find a new soul flower in two days, everything would be fine. If he couldn't find one, he would really need this soul flower.
The source of the soul is a place thousands of feet in size, from which the origin of souls continuously emerges. These origins of souls are the nutrients on which the ghosts and spirits rely for survival.
The chance of a soul flower growing inside is very small, and it would be a rare opportunity to obtain a soul flower.
Ye Xiangyang bowed to the dean of Lingzhi and the elder of Lingshu and said, "Thank you very much, otherwise, whether the soul flower can be found is really an unknown."
Ling Zhi laughed: "Boy, don't thank us, this is a deal, we need you to give more strength to our spirit race."
Ye Xiangyang laughed: "Don't worry, Dean, Ye Xiangyang can only do his best."
No words that day.
The day of the competition arrived as scheduled.
This time, the Spirit Clan did not bring many people. Only the Spirit Clan's patriarch, two supreme elders, and twenty disciples from the Spirit Academy came to the Linggui Mountain between the Spirit Clan and the Ghost Clan.
Lingui Mountain is located in the middle area between the spirit tribe and the ghost tribe, like the middle part of an hourglass. This part connects the spirit tribe and the ghost tribe and is the place where the source of the souls of the two places originates.
At the location of Lingui Mountain, there is a deep and bottomless canyon, which is where the source of the soul lies.
The people from the spirit tribe have arrived, but the ghost tribe has not yet arrived.
Ye Xiangyang spread out his mental power, but it turned out that his mental power encountered a huge obstacle here. Not to mention a thousand feet, even a hundred feet would be difficult here.
This place has a suppressive effect on soul power.
What a weird place, filled with eeriness, which seems to come from the depths of one's soul.
They were observing as more than twenty people arrived at Linggui Mountain.
The person in the lead was extremely charming, as if all the charm of the women in Xuanwu Continent was concentrated on her. Just one look at her would cause even the calm heart of an emperor to be stirred up by huge waves.
She was dressed in black, which made her look cool, proud and attractive.
Needless to say, this is the ghost queen Mei Qiqing.
Behind Mei Qiqing were two old men wearing pure white robes, with kind faces and gentle eyes. They were the two supreme elders of the ghost clan.
Behind them are Mo Lixuan, Hong Xiaoyu, Yu Qianqiang, and behind them are the seventeen elites from the Elite Training Department.
Obviously, this is the result of the game between the two races. The bloodshed and sacrifice of both sides obviously cannot achieve the goal. This form is used to determine the resource allocation of a race for a thousand years.
Mei Qiqing chuckled, and her laughter seemed to be able to enter everyone's heart: "Brother Tianzong, after a thousand years, you are still as charming as ever. Time has not carved a single bit on you. It is really enviable."
The words are soft and pleasant to the ears. Looking at this beautiful figure and listening to these pleasant words, one can't help but let one's imagination run wild.
Clan leader Ling Tianzong would certainly not be tempted by Mei Qiqing's beauty. He was also an eight-star master of the Emperor, with a sturdy build, giving people a feeling of standing tall. When he stood here, it seemed as if he was the only one supporting the heaven and earth.
"Hahaha, sister Qiqing is still as eloquent as ever, and every word she says hits the mark." Ling Tianzong stroked his beard, "I didn't expect that after a thousand years, sister Qiqing is getting younger and younger. This should make all women in the world ashamed to death."
The two of them were chatting and laughing, and their words seemed irrelevant, but they looked very intimate, and each of them knew that the other was not an easy person to deal with.
Mei Qiqing chuckled: "Brother Tianzong, I don't know what the nobles are planning for this Soul Source Competition. You might as well tell us the details. This way, we will have more confidence."
Clichés, that's just clichés.
Ten days ago, the Spirit Tribe had already sent all the details of the competition to the Ghost Tribe without any error. Now, as the queen, he still wants Ling Tianzong to introduce him. It's all for show.
Ling Tianzong laughed loudly: "Sister, the rules are still the same as before. For example, the first round is to refine the tools for collecting the source of souls, the second round is to refine the formation for collecting the source of souls, and the third round is to refine the source of soul pills here."
"There are three competitions, and each competition takes up a portion of Soul Source. Whoever wins more will get more Soul Source."
This explanation is very clear.
Both parties made an oath to the heavens, and made a bet and high-fived that if the rules were not followed, disaster would befall the tribe members.
In the first round, players from both teams compete in refining utensils.
The person who rushed out of the ghost clan was actually Mo Lixuan. Mo Lixuan was a strong man with a sturdy back and a majestic demeanor. He stood out with an aura that could break through the heavens and the earth.
Behind Mo Lixuan is his servant, who is also a master of the Nine Stars of the Royal Throne.
Mo Lixuan pointed at the spirit race and said, "Whoever comes to the weapon refining competition, no matter who it is, will be defeated by your Grandpa Mo."
A burly man from the Spiritual Academy of the Spiritual Clan jumped out and laughed: "Mo Lixuan, what are you so proud of? Your grandfather Ling Chao is here."
Whether it is Mo Lixuan or Ling Chao, they are both taller than others, with bigger arms than others, broad backs and strong waists, and are both rough and heroic men.
If there is a difference, it is that Mo Lixuan has a black soul body, while Ling Chao has a emerald green soul body like jade.
These two people have been competing in weapon refining for three thousand years. During these three thousand years, Ling Chao won twice and Mo Lixuan won once. The two have long been evenly matched in weapon refining.
Today, old rivals meet each other with fighting spirit high. They are all geniuses in refining and collecting treasures of the source of souls. Today is the time to witness their genius.
"Hahaha, I thought the spirits would change players, but it turned out to be you. Let me tell you, Grandpa Demon, I am sure to win this match."
After saying this, the elite disciples of the ghost clan cheered together: "Mo Lixuan will win."
"Must win, Mo Lixuan."
Ling Chao curled his lips and said, "If bragging can lead to victory, there are so many people in this world who can win. For three thousand years, we have been fighting each other. I was the winner that time, and I am still the winner today."
"That's right, Senior Brother Lingchao, you will win."
"Senior Brother Lingchao will definitely win."
The people of the Ling Clan did not show any weakness and cheered for Ling Chao.
The patriarchs of the two tribes looked at the two and said, "Prepare to mine the rocks in the Soul Source Secret Realm to refine treasures."
Mo Lixuan stretched out his hand and took a huge dark axe in his hand, the top-grade treasure of the Earth Rank Mountain Breaking Axe. This axe weighed 100 million jin, and under the power of a hundred dragons, it could generate a huge force of 100 billion jin.
On the Xuanwu Continent, one axe strike can split the mountains hundreds of miles long and turn them into a wide river.
The source of the soul is in a special area, and Ye Xiangyang has no idea what kind of damage it can cause.
Ling Chao stretched out his hand, a blue light flashed, and a huge blue hammer appeared in his hand. This was a top-grade treasure of the Earth Rank, the Heaven-shaking Hammer. Legend has it that the hammer head was made in imitation of the iron hammer of Thunder God, and it was extremely powerful, but it was unknown whether it was true or not.
Looking at the big axe and hammer, people's hearts were filled with excitement.
In the three fights, both of them won and lost, and it is really hard to say who will win this time.
On the other side of the deep canyon of the Source of Souls are two towering mountains. The Ghost Clan will split the left one, and the Spirit Clan will split the right one. They will each collect millions of kilograms of rocks, and then use these huge rocks to refine the vessels they will use to collect the Source of Souls.
The source of souls is very special. Just think about it, this area supplies the two powerful races, the ghosts and the spirits, and you will know how important this place is.
The laws of heaven and earth here have changed. Even if an earth-level treasure is hit there, it may not have the same effect as on the Xuanwu Continent.
With a start, the laws of creation on the two people's bodies whirled and spun. They took a step forward almost at the same time and appeared on the edge of the opposite mountain with no time difference.