This time, they went to Zhenmo Continent for a competition among genius disciples, hosted by Jiang Xiushan, the leader of Dayan Sect, and Feng Zhenqiu, the second dean of Wentian Academy. As for Bei Suting, she just stayed in Yindu. She didn't have much interest in hosting such a competition, even if she was named.
Although Yindu Square is wide and huge, now that ten new competition stages and a main judging forum have been built, the rest of the place is almost packed with people.
Xia Mu and Xu Chihuang were sitting in the middle of the main altar. They wanted to see what geniuses there were in the Lost Continent. They were also the general judges of this competition. Jiang Xiushan, Feng Zhenqiu and several other judges from the Lost Continent sat on the lower left and right sides.
"Let's get started." Xia Mo nodded to Jiang Xiushan and said quietly.
Jiang Xiushan stood up, hugged Xia Mu and Xu Chihuang, and walked to the middle of the main altar. Although Xia Mo valued him more than Wentian Academy, in fact, he really didn't care about this kind of importance. He was indeed unhappy that Wentian Academy was standing at the head of Dayan Sect, and he was also dissatisfied with Xia Mo in his heart.
"Fellow Taoists, all the monks in my Lost Continent. Here I would first like to thank the seniors of Zhenmo Continent. If they had not appeared here in time, perhaps the Lost Continent would have been occupied by outside monks at this time. I believe that all My fellow Taoists, like me, have clearly realized the shortcomings of our Lost Continent’s cultivation civilization. Fortunately, Zhenmo Continent has given us another chance. This time, Zhenmo Continent will recruit one hundred disciples from the Lost Continent. Going to the sect of Zhenmo Continent, I believe this is not only the expectation of my Lost Continent, but also the expectation of every cultivator."
Jiang Xiushan's words attracted bursts of warm applause, which shows that what he said is the expectation of every cultivator is true.
"I hope that everyone has the opportunity to go to Zhenmo Continent and strive for the true avenue. Unfortunately, our quota is limited and our time is limited. This time we can only choose a hundred monks who have the opportunity to go. The target is those above the mortal realm and under fifty years old..."
Sure enough, after Jiang Xiushan explained the restrictions of the selection, there was a burst of noise from Yindu Square. Apparently many people were dissatisfied with the selection.
Jiang Xiushan waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down, and then continued, "Although many people are not qualified to participate in the competition, it does not mean that they will not have opportunities in the future. This kind of selection will be held every three years in the future, and will be Our previous Five Elements Wilderness Danbi will be combined, and the competition conditions will be relaxed in the future, allowing more people to have the opportunity to enter Zhenmo Continent to practice. Now Dean Feng will announce the rules of the competition."
After hearing Jiang Xiushan's words, the noise gradually subsided.
Xia Mo frowned visibly when he saw that it was not Bei Suting but Feng Zhenqiu who was walking onto the stage. However, when he saw that Xu Chihuang didn't express anything, he could only remain silent. It's good that he is a special envoy, but every immortal king in the world is a unique existence. Even if he is a special envoy, he must respect Protector Xu.
Feng Zhenqiu hugged the many monks in the square and said bluntly, "Due to the rush of time, there is no registration process for this competition, so anyone who agrees to the conditions can participate on the stage. We have set ten arena leaders. , these ten people are the top ten in the 100 Alliance Contribution List, and there is no age limit... "
Feng Zhenqiu's words attracted a burst of warm applause. The top ten in the Hundred Sect Alliance Contribution List became the champions. No one had any objection. They got it through their true ability.
There are even many people who are looking forward to Rogue Cultivator No. 27o5 and want to know who the Rogue Cultivator who ranks first in the contribution list is.
Feng Zhenqiu pointed at the ten stages and said, "Now invite the top ten heroes from the hundred alliances to come to the stage. The rest can challenge at will. Each person wins three games in a row to advance to the next round. The winner of the challenge will win consecutively. Three games will also advance to the next round. In all challenge matches, if you lose any one, you will be eliminated. If there is no one to challenge the stick of incense, you will automatically advance to the next round."
Everyone was secretly shocked. Although the rules of this competition were fast, they were also very cruel. As long as you are on the stage, you cannot lose. If you lose one game, you lose the entire game.
As Feng Zhenqiu finished speaking, six monks stood on the stage.
Feng Zhenqiu looked at the remaining empty stages and asked, "Where are the four more people?"
One of the judges stood up and said to Feng Zhenqiu, "The fourth Gaochi, the seventh Shamo Ao, and the ninth grandson Qianlie all died in the Yin Tomb Beach. There has been no news about the first casual cultivator 27o5..."
The judge's voice was not low. Almost everyone heard it, and the originally lively Yindu Square seemed a little subdued.
Feng Zhenqiu saw that Xia Mo's face was even more ugly, and immediately said loudly, "Countless heroes in our Lost Continent have fallen in this fight against the foreign monks, but we cannot let their blood be shed in vain. What we need is to leave." To a higher level, we can protect our own home on their behalf in the future."
"Yes, protect your home." A more enthusiastic roar sounded. The anticipation for this competition has added a passion to protect the homeland.
Feng Zhenqiu nodded and continued, "Please invite the 11th to 14th members of the Hundred Sect Alliance Contribution List to come on stage to complete the ten champions..."
Only two people came up, and it wasn't until Feng Zhenqiu called the eighteenth one that the ten champions were completely completed.
This not only made Feng Zhenqiu feel heavy, but also made all the monks in the Lost Continent feel heavy. How many geniuses and elites were lost in this war with the monks from outside the territory
"Now the challenge begins!" After all ten champions stood on the stage, Feng Zhenqiu announced the start of the competition, and then took the initiative to retreat.
Xia Mu, who was still looking forward to it, shook his head directly after seeing the competition on the ten stages. Except for the champions of the second and third stages who were still somewhat powerful, he really watched the other stages. Not pleasing to the eye.
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Because of the battle with the outside monks, almost all the capable monks in Wentian Academy left the sect. Even if you walked around the sect during the day, you would not see many people.
At night, there are even fewer people.
At this moment, except for some faint moonlight, Mo Wuji was the only one standing here in front of the Wentian steps. Next to the Wentian stairs, there is also a huge Wentian list. On the Wentian list, the number one one is still Gou Zihan.
Mo Wuji smiled. He was now in a transcendent realm, and ascending to the Wentian level was considered the most suitable realm. Once the realm is further improved and one reaches the Wentian level, the pressure will increase several times.
After looking at the Wentian Staircase with no idea where the top was, Mo Wuji sorted out his emotions and stepped into the first step of the Wentian Staircase.
A slight pressure rushed over him, and Mo Wuji stepped onto the second level without any influence. Even when he was in the Meridian Expansion Realm, he shouldn't have many problems entering the top twenty, not to mention that now that he has opened up one hundred and one veins, his cultivation has entered the Human Realm.
In just a few breaths, Mo Wuji broke through the twentieth level and reached the twenty-first level. The pressure and thrust at this moment were increasing dramatically, but there was still no pressure on Mo Wuji.
After half a stick of incense, Mo Wuji stepped out of the fifty-third step and arrived at the fifty-fourth step.
Mo Wuji looked at a white stone tablet next to him. He knew very well that as long as he wrote his name here, his name would soon appear at number 50 on the Wentian List. Because he had seen Cen Shuyin's name on the Wentian Ranking before. Cen Shuyin was ranked fifty, and she had also climbed to the fifty-fourth level. Mo Wuji was sure that Cen Shuyin would not be able to step onto the fifty-fourth level in just one stick of incense.
Although this kind of pressure was not small for Mo Wuji, it did not affect him.
Fifty-five, fifty-six...
The higher you go, the more pressure and thrust you get. When he reached the sixty-seventh level, it was no longer just pressure. There was also a rotating force on the Wentian level. This force seemed to roll up Mo Wuji and then throw him down.
Level 68, Level 69...
Another hour later, Mo Wuji stopped at the 82nd step.
The violent pressure and rotation thrust came, and Mo Wuji's legs shook a little, which made him feel a little disappointed. Originally, he wanted to climb to the 108th step, but now that he has only reached the 82nd step, his legs are shaking a little. Maybe he could go up to the tenth level, but then he would only be ranked first on the Wentian Ranking. It is simply impossible to reach the 108th level.
Whether it works or not, give it a try. What he wants is not to be number one on the Wentian Ranking. This false name is of no use to him.
Level 83, Level 84...
At this moment, Mo Wuji's whole body's energy surged, squeezing the surrounding space and making waves roar. The Yuan Power in his one hundred and one veins all flowed, as if forming rings of Zhoutian Yuan Power.
Level 93, Level 94...
"Poof!" Mo Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood and climbed on the ninety-fifth step. The powerful sweeping force almost sent him directly out of the Wentian Stage.
There were still more than ten steps left. Mo Wuji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and still couldn't see the top of the Wentian steps when he raised his head.
The rolling pressure and thrust squeezed the bones in Mo Wuji's body and cracked, and the fierceness in Mo Wuji's heart was also squeezed out.
Since his debut, he has never taken the initiative to back down, unless he really can't hold on anymore. Although his legs are shaking and his bones are cracking, he can still hold on.
Level ninety-six, level ninety-seven...
Mo Wuji threw himself down on the ninety-eighth step again. He knew that as long as he wanted, he could write his name now and walk down. From then on, the number one general in Wentian Academy was no longer Gou Zihan, but Mo Wuji.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Wuji still didn't give up. He realized the difference between himself and others. At the ninety-eighth level, when he was almost rolled down, the 100th and 101st veins in his body automatically formed a cycle, and an additional source of energy supported him. .
Mo Wuji felt the effect of these two veins for the first time since he opened up the 100th and 101st Yuan Storage Veins. In normal times, these two veins may only speed up his absorption of spiritual energy, but when his energy is about to be exhausted, these two veins are the real capital.
Looking at the Wentian Step where he didn't know where it was, Mo Wuji clenched his fists again. Perhaps, these two extra connections will give him an unexpected surprise.
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... ... (To be continued.)