The endless light could not cover Xiao Chen's eyes, and the infinite holy power could not suppress the surging passion in Xiao Chen's heart.
The Three Holy Lands, Fengqing Palace, Shenwumen, and Baidi City finally saw their true appearance today. I wonder what kind of grace the Three Holy Sons are now.
Whoosh whoosh!
At this moment, four battleships standing side by side suddenly appeared in the east, filled with holy power and undiminished light. They turned out to be emperor-class battleships that surpassed king-class battleships.
The flags on the bow of the ship from left to right read Yan, Ying, Jiang, and Lin in order, which are the four kings of the human race.
The battleships of the four families are much weaker than those of the Three Holy Lands, and they are quite competitive.
On the bow of each warship, there are some young people, male or female, who are all peerless talents used by the king's family to compete for places.
The ambitions of the four families this time are very high. Each family wants to win at least two places, leaving only two places for other sects in the Tianwu Domain.
On top of the battleship in the center, an old man from the Jiang family waved slightly.
On top of the other three warships, three people jumped over from each ship, one old man and two young men.
The old man from the Jiang family smiled lightly and dismissed everyone else on the bow. Except for the two core geniuses of each family on the deck, they were the leaders of each family this time.
The cultivation of these four old men has all reached the realm of master-level martial saints, and the light between their eyebrows is surging, and they all seem to have understood their will.
Each one of them is no lower than Elder Bai of Haotian Sect. Their cultivation level is lower, and their background is even vaguely higher.
Looking carefully, the Heavenly Saint Laws behind them are all connected together to form a circle with small to large apertures. At a glance, you don't know how many circles there are.
It is clear that his cultivation has reached the ultimate peak of the Martial Saint, and he is only one step away from becoming a peerless figure at the quasi-emperor level.
The old man who led the Jiang family was the first to speak: "The purpose of everyone's coming this time should be the same, so in order to avoid internal friction, I think it is necessary to negotiate first."
The leader of the winning team is an old woman who still has charm. Behind her are a man and a woman. The man has a handsome and elegant appearance, and there is a royal righteousness between his eyebrows.
The woman next to him, if Xiao Chen were here, could tell at a glance that it was Ying Qiong who had made an agreement with him.
It's just that at this moment, Ying Qiong is wearing a gorgeous golden armor, with a perfect figure, and a golden phoenix crown on her head, showing her nobility and honor.
With her solemn and dignified expression, it is difficult to connect her with the playful and cunning woman who was playing tricks in the Tomb of Stars that day.
The winner's wife said: "Negotiation is necessary, but how to negotiate? Brother Jiang doesn't know if he has any good ideas."
The two elders from the Yan family and the Lin family who led the team remained silent, apparently acquiescing to the request for negotiation and waiting for the elder from the Jiang family to make a move.
The old man from the Jiang family smiled and said: "It's very simple, everyone relies on their strength, takes it fairly, and doesn't kill each other. Later, a thousand thrones will appear in the sky, and there will be a number label behind each throne."
"As long as you can sit on the throne, the number label behind it will be your ranking on the list of outstanding people. If you reach the top ten, you will be eligible for the Tianlu Divine Spring."
Everyone knows this rule. Every time the Sage List is reshuffled, it is done like this, all rankings are disrupted at once and the battle starts again.
They each looked at the pinnacle martial saint of the Jiang family, waiting for him to continue.
"The higher the ranking, the greater the reward. However, with the financial background of the four of us, there is no need to pay attention to some of the rewards from the Martial God Palace. There is no need to fight for false reputations. As long as you can get a quota, everyone in the top ten can accept it. ”
"We have a lot of family members participating this time, but you and I both know that the only ones who can truly compete are the heirs of each family who have understood the will."
"In this regard, there is no difference among our four families. We all have two princes who have realized the will, which means we can compete for eight places."
The old man of the Jiang family paused for a moment before saying, "What I want to say is indeed very simple. No matter which throne is among the top ten, as long as there are core disciples from the four families fighting for it, the other seven must give up unconditionally. Able to seize other thrones."
The masters of the other three families, Wu Sheng, all began to lower their heads and ponder, feeling that what the old man of the Jiang family said was acceptable.
In this way, the internal friction of each family is avoided to the greatest extent, and the interests of each are maximized.
The winner's woman turned around, discussed with Ying Qiong and the other prince for a while, and said, "We, the winner, agree to this agreement."
The old man of the Lin family nodded and said, "Our Lin family also agrees."
Wu Sheng, the master of the Yan family, turned around and asked softly: "Thirteen, fourteen, what do you think?"
Among the two eldest sons of the Yan family, one of them was Yan Shisan, whom Xiao Chen had met once before, and the other was his fourteenth son.
The two have similar names, but their temperaments are completely different. Yan Shisan practices the sword of killing, and his face is stern, cold and ruthless, and he looks like he should not approach strangers.
Yan Shishi has a handsome appearance, but he is sunny and generous, giving people a natural sense of closeness.
"Great Elder, just make up your mind, I have no objection." Yan Shisi smiled softly and said in a clear voice.
Yan Shisan moved his lips and uttered three words: "It doesn't matter."
The Yan family finally agreed to the agreement, and the old man from the Jiang family smiled and said: "Okay, we are discussing specific ways to use other disciples from each family to cause harassment to some competitors."
While the four king families on this side were discussing how to get the most places, the leading elders of the Three Holy Lands were not idle either and were making arrangements nervously.
At the same time, those families who think they have the strength to compete for the top ten are also making intense planning and arrangements.
But more sect disciples have never thought about the goal of being in the top ten. To them, this sage list is just a grand event of the human race that takes place every four years.
What they have to do is take advantage of this opportunity to reshuffle the cards and compete for their ranking on the Prodigy List.
As for Tianlu Shenquan, it is destined to be just an unattainable fantasy, and it is not something they can act rashly.
The arrival of the King's Family pushed the atmosphere to a climax. Various noisy discussions continued, and the competition for the top ten was about to begin.
It will be a great battle among all the geniuses of the human race. Whoever can stand out will be the one who attracts the attention of the world. The glory of the past can only become the history of the past.
Only by grabbing the top ten can one truly gain a seat in this prosperous era.
Click, click, click!
The thousand oil lamps on the Tianjiao List, starting from the one belonging to Xiao Chen, started to break one after another. There was silence all around. Everyone knew that the real brawl was about to begin, and the battlefield was about to begin.
"I am as light as ever, I am free and at ease!"
"The glory will never be extinguished, and the blood will never be extinguished!"
“You have traveled thousands of mountains before you grow old, and you can see through the autumn water that winter will not come!”
"Holding the sun and moon in your hand and picking up the stars, there is nothing you can do even if the whole world is your enemy!"
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When the oil lamp belonging to Xiahou Jue of Baidi City at the top of the pyramid shattered, the voices of the sages, like the songs of the great avenue, rose up in the sky and the earth.
The marks of the sages in the history of the human race turned into light and shadow one by one, rising into the sky, and the voices of various saints echoed endlessly between heaven and earth.
The disciples of various sects on the surrounding battleships all looked excited. Under the influence of the saint's voice, they seemed to have returned to the ancient times, the most glorious years of the human race.
In the past, when martial arts was at its peak, hundreds of tribes were fighting, and the sages of the human race were shining with great power and wisdom. For future generations, he has laid a huge legacy, which has been passed down to this day and remains standing.
It was an epic era, with heroes and heroes emerging in large numbers, emperors like clouds, and saints walking everywhere.
Now that the prosperous age is coming again, the peak of the martial arts era will appear again. Who can be invincible in the world, lead hundreds of millions of people, and once again shed an immortal glory.
"All the sages in ancient times have been lonely, and all the world has been in vain!"
A desolate holy voice suddenly sounded, and the turbulent sound of the great avenue between heaven and earth stopped gracefully, and the shadow of a white-haired old man appeared in the sky.
That was the human emperor in ancient times, and the spiritual imprint left by him has not been extinguished to this day.
The Human Emperor pointed towards the sky, and all the other human sages made the same move. Boom, the space shook, and a small world suddenly opened in the void.
A black night enveloped the earth. Above the sky, a vast star map slowly unfolded. In the dreamlike galaxy, a throne with numbers on its back floated in the galaxy with brilliance.
Summoning the endless wonders of the galaxy, the marks left by the ancient sages flickered and disappeared between heaven and earth.
It's just that Xumi was quiet, and on top of the thousands of warships, the disciples of various sects were like arrows. Drawing out various colors of rays of light, with fiery gaze, it flew towards the throne spread among the stars.
In an instant, nearly a hundred thousand warriors rushed out at the same time. The majestic scene was beyond words.