Time, along with the tense Taoist atmosphere, is also passing quickly day by day. If the palace exams a few days ago were just a hot field, then now, it is the prelude to the real desire for rain.
Because everyone knows that the sect contest is no longer a discussion between the masters and brothers. There is danger, and a little carelessness is the situation of blood and death, facing the danger of the alien demon realm. When monsters, you must always guard against sneak attacks and assassinations by disciples from other super sects.
To survive in such a place requires not only the close cooperation of the team, but also extraordinary strength. Otherwise, a step difference will not only kill yourself, but also will be implicated if you can't be with you.
Under the pressure of this kind of crisis, the atmosphere of Taoism during these times is undoubtedly more breathless than before the palace exam.
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Lin Dong sits coiled on a rock near the Dan River, a stream of vigorous energies of heaven and earth surging from all around, and finally poured into his body, faintly, as if there is a low sound of a river running, from Emitted from its body.
Right below Lin Dong, there is a huge platform of thousands of meters. On the platform at this time, at least tens of thousands of Dao Sect disciples are sitting quietly, the majestic and vast vitality lingers in the platform, the last trace Silk was absorbed by these disciples.
If it is to talk about the strength of a single player, perhaps these disciples are not extremely top-notch, but in this amount, the momentum between the Tunna is also majestic.
Lin Dong watched the mighty scene below, and immediately stretched out lazily. Since returning to Dao Sect, although he hasn't pulled off his practice on weekdays, he is generally a little more relaxed, because he has the identity of a big disciple in person. Lin Dong didn't need to participate in that kind of collective cultivation, most of the cultivation was done by himself.
"Um?"
Stretching his waist, Lin Dong suddenly swept his eyes to the right, and then he saw that on a rock not far away, a familiar figure in black robes was sitting cross-legged with a black epee behind it. He looked extraordinarily lonely.
"Come and have a chat?" When Lin Dong looked over, Wang Yan also turned his head and said indifferently.
When Lin Dong heard the words, he hesitated a little, and then nodded, moved his body, swept over, and then sat down beside Wang Yan.
Sitting next to Wang Yan, Lin Dong glanced at the face covered with stubble and scars in front of him. That face was a bit handsome before he wanted to come, but now, it looks abnormally vicissitudes of life.
"I heard that you killed a Yuanmen elder and two spirit generals?" Wang Yan also turned his head to look at Lin Dong. At this moment, with his slightly numb eyes, there was an extremely hot mood surging.
Lin Dong was stunned. Apart from Ying Xuanzi, he hadn't told any outsiders about this news. How could Wang Yan know about it
"What Huanhuan told me... She seemed worried that I hated you because of the imperial examination, so she sneaked up to tell me the news..." Wang Yan said.
Lin Dong was dumb, smiled and shook his head immediately. This girl has never appeared in front of him since she returned to Daozong. It is said that her sister was forcibly dragged to retreat for practice, but she did not expect that she would come to the king again. Yan said this, but this kindness still moved Lin Dong a little.
"She underestimated Brother Wang Yan's measurement." Lin Dong smiled.
"She knows me very well. It will be like this. I'm afraid it will be messy if she cares a little bit." Wang Yan said calmly.
Lin Dong was stunned, but he didn't know how to interface, so he fell silent.
"This incident is very pleasing... I have been walking around for so many years, and the Yuan Clan disciples who have been slaughtered are not too important. Compared with your solution to one elder and two spirit generals, it is really a little witch. See the big witch." Wang Yan grinned, his eyes slightly scarlet and authentic.
"Because I have a friend to follow, with my strength, I can't kill a powerful person in the Profound Realm." Lin shook his head and said.
Wang Yan nodded, groaned, and said, "With your current strength, even among the younger generation of super sects in the Eastern Profound Region, you can be considered excellent, but this is compared with the top disciples of Yuanmen. , There is still a gap."
"Senior Brother Wang Yan said... The Three Little Kings of Yuanmen?" Lin Dong narrowed his eyes and said softly.
"Xiao Yuan Wang, Xiao Ling Wang, Xiao Lei Wang, they are disciples trained by the three masters of Yuan Sect. They represent the top strength of the young generation of Yuan Sect, and even to a certain extent, Looking at the young generation in the Eastern Profound Domain, they are the most powerful. They may be our biggest opponents in this sect competition." Wang Yan passed a stern dark color in his eyes, slowly speaking.
"How strong are these three little kings?" Lin Dong asked, pursing his lips.
"The three of them have all fought against the strong in the Shengxuan Realm. Although they did not win, they all retreated..." Wang Yan said calmly.
Lin Dong's eyes condensed. Even now, he can only retreat when facing those strong men who have stepped into the Profound Realm of Life, because the two are not at the same level at all. Even if they barely fought against each other, it was quite the same. It seems that the three little kings were able to do this step because of the difficulty of being taught by the three masters of Yuanmen.
"I once fought against Xiaolei Wang Leiqian..." Wang Yan said with his eyes drooping slightly.
"Oh? What's the result?" Lin raised his brow and asked.
Wang Yan was silent for a moment, and immediately opened his clothes, and then Lin Dong saw that on his chest, there was actually a dazzling palm print scar, and the edge of that palm print had traces of subtle marks, like a flame burned through. .
Although the palm print scars have now disappeared a lot, Lin Dong was still able to guess how badly Wang Yan was injured at that time. This palm was enough to kill him.
"One punch for one palm, but after one palm, I was seriously injured, but he still has combat effectiveness. If it weren't withdrawn quickly, maybe he would really fall into his hands..." Wang Yan said mockingly.
Lin Dong's eyes were a little dignified. He fought with Wang Yan. Naturally, he knew the strength of the latter. But that Xiaolei Wang Leiqian was able to defeat Wang Yan. This strength... I am afraid that he has already reached the peak of the Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm. , I can’t even say, the body is beginning to be born with vitality, touching the threshold of the Profound Realm...
"And among the three little kings of Yuanmen, Lei Qian's strength can only be ranked third, and above it, there are even more powerful little spirit kings and little yuan kings." Wang Yan's face was gloomy, slowly and authentic.
"This can only be ranked third..."
Lin Dong pursed his lips, his eyes became more and more dignified. Originally, Dao Sect had been suppressed by Yuan Sect. From the quality of disciples, the latter was far superior to the former.
"This time, my Daoist disciple, even if you add you, there are only three people who can match the Nine Yuan Nirvana Realm, and Yuanmen, even if it’s not the three little kings, get rid of the two who were killed by you. Ling generals, there are at least six Nine Yuan Nirvana..."
Lin Dong gave a wry smile. Not only was the quality worse, it turned out that the quantity was so much worse.
"It seems that this sect competition is really not good news for my Dao Sect." Lin Dong sighed and asked again: "Except for the three little kings of Yuanmen, the other six super sects, but there are still six super sects. The tricky character?"
"The other six super sects are not fuel-efficient lamps, and their disciples are not weaker than our Dao Sect, but the most outstanding among them should be Aya Qingzhu from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace."
"Aya Kiyoshitake..."
The palm of Lin Dong's sleeve was clenched almost instantly, and his straight body suddenly stiffened slightly. In front of this name, he obviously couldn't maintain the usual indifferent.
Wang Yan glanced at Lin Dong strangely. It was obvious that the latter's physical changes were also noticed by him, but he didn't ask deeply. He just said: "Aya Qingzhu's reputation among the younger generation in the Eastern Profound Domain is more than that of Yuanmen. The Three Little Kings didn't let the wind fall in the slightest, and she herself was a rare genius, who had long been personally accepted as a closed disciple by the master of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace."
"At first, Xiaoxiao had fought with Aya Kiyoshitake, but in the end she lost in her hands..."
"However, the relationship between our Dao Sect and the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace is not bad. If there is no major accident, they should not attack us. Of course, if we can join hands with them, it will be a good thing for us. Aya Qingzhu is extremely strong, at least, that Xiaolei Wang Leiqian will not be her opponent..." At this point, Wang Yan seemed to laugh at himself. Although the two sides are not hostile, Aya Qingzhu is obviously not. It may be involved in the grievances between Dao Sect and Yuan Sect, at best standing idly by, it is best if you don't want to help.
"So strong..."
Lin Dong muttered to himself, but in the depths of the slightly drooping pupils, there was gradually a little hot gushing out.
"Other super sects have some young experts who are fairly well-known. This sect competition may be quite exciting, but I don't know what will happen to my Dao Sect this time..." Wang Yan slowly said.
Lin Dong smiled and nodded, and then raised his head. At this moment, from the side of the day, a dark cloud covered the world.
"I was looking forward to it..."
The world darkened a bit, but Wang Yan heard a chuckle in his ear, tilted his head slightly, and then he saw the young man next to him, the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
Hot and fierce, besides that, there seems to be a glimmer of expectation.
Ling Qingzhu, a young and weak boy from the Great Yan Dynasty that year, don’t know, do you remember