During the period, there was only one strong man. He was an ancient sealed wizard. With a shocking martial art, the outsider who fought hard was helpless. In the end, he gave up, but he did not die.
Although they won, they are desperate for the people in the seed world. The two sides compare, the strong in the heavenly spirit realm, they have not, and if it is a divine tool, they have never seen it, but people in the outside world have it.
And the idea of putting hope in the younger generation is not good, because instead, people from the outside world take the opportunity to shatter their dreams and achieve his invincible aura of the outside race.
In these eight battles, the Seed World lost six games, one draw, and one win was the Ancient Wizards' shot. Only then did the Seed World regain one game.
"Let me fight you."
Before the Tongtian Mirror showed, a handsome and easy-going monk entered the arena. His cultivation level was extremely ordinary. He was only two hundred years old, and he was only in the low-level mountain spirit realm, which made people unable to bring up any feeling of faith.
Only a few people were shocked and muttered to themselves, "This is the person who killed the poisonous dragon from the outside world some time ago."
However, this is not the key, but the fierce response of the old monsters outside. The black fog is overwhelming in the sky, and the few figures standing there are like wooden pillars, as if they will last forever.
One of them suddenly opened his eyes full of vicissitudes, and said in a heavy and awe-inspiring manner, "Little brother of the eternal world, your eternal emperor, I admire very much, and the verse here is too confusing, please move your step forward, how about ?"
This old man had an unfathomable cultivation level, and he was definitely a big man, but he was so respectful to this young monk, which was really shocking.
However, soon people were shocked and relieved, because this was the eternal emperor's tribe, the eternal story of the eternal emperor, almost the whole world has a little bit of circulation.
And when people looked at this monk again, there was a kind of admiration in their eyes, that was the yearning for the eternal race, and the envy of the word eternity.
"Huh, this is the battlefield to measure the seed world and our strength. You are our monk, but you have entered this seed world long ago. You are too disappointed as we are in the same world. This can be regarded as a rebellious race. Help Alien." A cold monk said seriously.
Everyone shuddered. In all likelihood, this is a force that is not weaker than the eternal race, and should be at odds with them. At this time, a timely blow caused this eternal race to fall into a situation that must be faced.
"Hehe, people of the Immortal Palace, who do you think you are? I can end, but please remember, don't let me meet your forces, or I will kill them." The young man said sonorously, the whole person Very serious.
Secretly, no one answered, but there was an extremely violent murderous gushing, which made people horrified. Fortunately, it fell silent again soon.
At this time, people once again projected their attention to the place of the sky-reaching mirror. The two-hundred-year-old eight-winged blood race was fighting the Emperor Feng!
As soon as the words came out, the entire three thousand domains boiled, and people were full of excitement, because Emperor Feng was definitely a legendary figure in his time. He was born since childhood and was placed high hopes by the domain master of the Phoenix domain. Later, he awakened the blood of the true phoenix and swept across Cangyu in a phoenix body, unmatched.
Known as the number one man under the stars, even if he is in the Mountain Spirit Realm, this seed world can definitely be ranked in the top three now. Let him go to the first battle, which is simply very clear.
"Pseudo-phoenix family only." Eight-winged blood clan, eight blood-colored wings, behind their backs, trembling lightly, the surging blood waves are all surging.
"Aren't you tired behind your wings? Let me take them off for you!" Emperor Feng said proudly.
At the same time, he shot directly and domineeringly, he wanted to ignite the light of hope for the monks in this world, and he wanted to make people understand that the monks in our world are no worse than any external giants.
"Looking for death." Eight-winged blood clan, while the eight winged wings were instigated, the speed of the whole person was also ridiculously fast, like a bloody lightning, cutting through the sky at extreme speed, while holding a barbed bone in his hand. The sword, with its sharp color and luster, is just an ordinary hard weapon, which is naturally allowed to be brought into battle.
In the air, a huge sky phoenix sounded like a mountain, and the waves of air spread along the four directions. He was like a round of scorching sun, directly like the sun sinking in the sea, crashing towards the opponent.
The two did not have the slightest pretentiousness, they directly blatantly blasted towards each other, and then, the extremely gorgeous brilliance burst out all at once. At that moment, the world faded, except for the faint space cracks, the rest were all white. A vast expanse, there, it's like death.
"If you are a true ancestor, I might still be afraid of you three points, but a thing that just awakens can never compete with me." He snorted coldly, at the same time, eight extremely bright blood rainbows, The son, stands between nine days.
Those were his wings, and when they swiped down, it was like a tens of thousands of heavens falling down. This was a lore. The Phoenix Emperor's body trembled, and some scarlet bloodstains loomed.
"Just rely on you, die for me." He gritted his teeth, trembling all over, his eyes were rainbows of blood, and a noble breath quickly spread from him, a true phoenix rotating around him, shaking the earth and the earth. The fluctuations, from elsewhere, swept away.
He is like a burning super existence, the power of the whole person is layered, and all of a sudden, a phoenix wing is separated from nothingness, and the space is about to bend.
"How could there be a real phoenix coercion, I..." He opened his eyes in shock, and the movement of the eight wings was somewhat difficult. This was a natural reaction to the real superior.
Taking this opportunity, he accelerated the burning of that trace of true phoenix blood, and the power of the whole person skyrocketed. From him as the center, endless storms raged, it was unparalleled power.
Between Nian Yin, a true phoenix rushed towards the opponent with the momentum of oppressing the heavens.
Death was thinking of him approaching. At this moment, he was crazy, and the eight wings were instigated crazily, but it was useless, because it was an attack caused by the blood of the true phoenix, and he was absolutely restrained.
"You are so cruel, I would rather have a decline in your qualifications, but also..." He was annihilated before he was finished.
This battle was thrilling and straightforward. It was almost instantaneous to tell the winner and loser. It was frightening. Fortunately, it was them who won. The cheers and excitement of the crowd made people couldn't help but applaud. But what they didn't know was the worries of the senior officials of the Phoenix Territory. Immediately, this generation of Mysterious Territory masters swept into the arena, and that was a stalwart middle-aged man who seemed to be a mountain.
He looked at Emperor Feng with a dark sigh, then hugged him and disappeared into the sight of the crowd.
The domain master of Fengyu took him while flying across, inputting his original essence, while looking distressedly at this parent-child who made him the most proud. After half a cup of tea, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Father, I'm fine. Although I have lost that drop of true phoenix blood, I know that the breath of true phoenix still exists. If I can take the opportunity to rebirth from Nirvana, I will definitely be stronger." Emperor Feng said weakly.
The middle-aged man sighed. Neither of them spoke. It was easy to say, but the difficulty of Nirvana is enough to make people desperate.
Space rifts, people who have won a big victory, and people who are extremely excited and shouting with excitement are everywhere.
But the strongest people are very heavy in their hearts. In these nine battles, their two victories, one is the peerless arrogant of the ancient times, and Lu Ming's combat power is shocking, so that he can overwhelm his opponents.
However, Emperor Feng had won the hardships and paid a huge price, and the Dugu Zhijian of the tie only defeated an ordinary genius in the outside world.
The remaining six battles were all defeated.
Summarizing these, the Xeons have a heavy heart and a cloud of haze. If it weren't for the world's ray of life, they might have just collapsed.