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Gu Yu Royal Court.

The field was in full swing, and there was a lot of discussion in the Black Temple.

One after another, sturdy and majestic figures sat on the throne, chatting and laughing.

All of them have a mighty aura, and they all exist as saints.

"The Void-level little guy from the Wo'ou Department has a good use of secret techniques. He temporarily split up two clones to fight, which is equivalent to three-on-one."

"White Mosquito, that's a junior in your clan, you can tell by looking at the bloodline."

"Tianxiao, your clan is not bad, and his skills are also perfect, but the overall situation is slightly worse than before."

Countless natives are fighting desperately below, and these detached beings are talking and laughing.

Suddenly a voice sounded.

"Participating in the Holy Sacrifice is nothing, and the number of people doesn't mean anything. The more you go, the less you are selected, and it is a shame. This time, I don't know how many people will be selected by the Holy Mountain." A fierce monster said, it He was the most massive in the room, his whole body was covered with a dark shell, and his eyes were blood red.

There are twenty-eight major clans in the Gu Yu Royal Court, but in fact, the Chaos Master level is much more than this.

For example, a large tribe, more than one Chaos Lord.

Another example is some loners who have no intention to establish a tribe and do not like to join the royal court.

The Royal Court Conference is also a grand event for these chaotic masters, and most of the chaotic masters will pay attention to them.

Even if the deity is not present, a clone will appear.

At the back, if there is a good seedling, even a great king will show up to encourage him.

Many Chaos Master-level natives in the temple nodded.

The royal court meeting...it's not just the Gu Yu royal court!

The Gu Yu Royal Court was just one of dozens of royal courts, belonging to the Southern Royal Court.

There are no less than ten royal courts in the Southern Royal Court, referred to as the "Southern Court Alliance".

The royal court meeting is held once in the ten thousand reincarnation era, and the holy sacrifice is to select the younger generation who can enter the holy mountain.

Another old man with white hair and white clothes, with fluttering white eyebrows like a practitioner opened his mouth, but his mouth was full of sharp teeth, looking sinister and sinister. "Each session of the Royal Court Conference can elect a lot of people, with the least Eternal rank, Void rank, and the most True God rank, but they may not be able to stand out from the Holy Sacrifice."

Other indigenous saints agree.

Numbers are nothing, what really matters is talent.

But there are more people, I hope it will always be bigger.

In the past, it was not that the ordinary ones were selected in the holy sacrifice at the end, which was a blockbuster.

A rock life with brilliance flowing through the whole body sighed with emotion: "The holy sacrifice is a test. After passing the test, entering the holy mountain, and coming out, can you be qualified to become the real powerhouse of our clan, but it is only qualified, the tenth hundredth session Holy sacrifice, it would be good to have a saint in the end."

Even if you enter the holy mountain, the final achievement will be different according to your qualifications.

The holy mountain has a special status for the indigenous people.

Many of the indigenous superpowers, even the king, came out of the holy mountain.

The meaning of the holy mountain to the indigenous people is the same as the meaning of the 'initial universe' chaotic city to the human race. It is a holy place for cultivation.

It was as if countless black tree roots were entangled in a strange being, making a hoarse and icy voice. "Speaking of which, our Gu Yu Royal Court has had three sacred sacrifices without the selected genius descendants. For three consecutive sessions, there is not one, this is not good, this is very bad, other royal courts see that, they think we are Gu Yu King. The court has fallen, and there is no one left."

"I hope these little guys can be a little more aggressive this time."

"Yeah, make Wang happy too."

"The king has not appeared in the outside world for almost three epochs of reincarnation."

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On the black island, a colorful worm-shaped life is screaming at this moment.

"I, the worm of the Gu Yu clan! With a thousand tokens, who would dare to fight me!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in all directions.

"Braised worm? Candidates for the last holy sacrifice?"

"I heard it rushed into the sanctuary three times, but not once was selected."

"This worm is the apprentice of Saint He Huo of the Gu Yu royal family, so it's not easy to mess with."

Those eternal-level natives discussed in a low voice, but few were willing to take the initiative to fight.

Although the worm could not enter the holy mountain, it did not mean that it was weak.

And it comes from a royal family. Although the bloodline is not excellent, it is already very strong compared to other tribes.

It is too risky to confront it, and naturally few are willing to take the risk.

The sixteen eyes of Wen Zong turned, revealing a sneer. "Why, no one wants to fight me? Are you so timid?"

"I'm coming." A stream of light soared into the sky and landed on the opposite side of Wu Zong.

The worm turned evil blood-colored eyes to look at the person who came. "Theodore, is that you?"

"Bun worm, a thousand tokens, I will fight with you." The snake-shaped life with hundreds of hooves and claws spit out the letter in a cold voice.

"Okay, we had a draw last time, this time, let me see what you can do." The corners of Wen Zong's mouth cracked.

The two Eternal Aboriginals flew into the black island and began to fight.

The natives who were watching also started to discuss.

"Bunchong and Theodore, these two have been enemies for many years."

"Indeed, both Wenchong and Theodore have participated in the Holy Sacrifice many times, and each has their own victories and defeats. Last time, they had a draw. They are old rivals. I don't know who can win this time."

"Bunchong is the Gu Yu royal clan, and Theodore is also a genius of the flying frost clan, the top three clans in the royal court. This battle must be fierce."

The background of both sides in this powerhouse matchup is not small, attracting the attention of many indigenous people.

Even the Black Temple has a lot of attention.

"It's Broom and Theodore."

"These two little guys are fighting again."

"Holy Hoo, your apprentice is really hardworking."

In the temple, a great existence chatted and laughed.

Saint Hehu shook his head. Although his apprentice is good, his talent is not enough. He was not selected by the Holy Mountain three times in a row, which has proved his potential. This time, even if he was able to participate in the holy sacrifice, it would be very difficult.

It also wanted to help its apprentices, but the holy sacrifice was presided over by the holy mountain. Even if it is noble, it is powerless.

"The 30,000th reincarnation era, Theodore, are you still capable of that?"

On the black island, it looks very small from the outside, but the interior is extremely vast. The two eternal true gods have become tens of thousands of light-years of real bodies to fight frantically here. .

"Bangworm, you annoyed me." The snake-shaped life Theodore roared, ancient and mysterious lines appeared on the huge body, and at the same time a powerful breath burst out from it.

A huge phantom of a giant snake that covered the sky and the sun enveloped an area of ​​tens of millions of light-years in a radius, and the invisible momentum made the void freeze.

"Bloodline Secret Art? I have it too, let's decide the outcome!" Wen Zong laughed frantically.

Behind it, there is also a phantom of insects, similar to moths, but it covers an area of ​​hundreds of millions of light years, and the momentum is like destroying the sky and destroying the earth, making all things surrender.

"The blood of the king."

Aboriginal life onlookers looked solemn one by one.

The royal family is called the royal family only if there is a god-king-level existence.

The bloodline of the royal family is inherently stronger than that of other ethnic groups, and with the secret techniques inherited from the king, it is naturally more powerful.

"Xian Zong, even if you have the King's Bloodline Secret Art, you still have to use it. I'm not afraid of you." Theodore said calmly.

Wen Zong's eyes were cold and full of murderous aura.

As a royal family, it has been unsuccessful in the holy sacrifice for many consecutive years. The most annoying thing is that others say that its bloodline is not good.

Among the natives, strength is respected, even if the bloodline is noble, but the strength is not good, it will still not be respected.

After all, the king's bloodline has been passed down for countless generations, and there are actually many members of the royal family, but there are very few who can really awaken the bloodline.

Only when it reaches the Eternal Rank will one truly admit to being a member of the royal family, or the Void Rank, which is extremely enchanting.

Braised worms? In the royal family, it is actually very common and will not be taken seriously, which is why it does not give up and always participates in the holy sacrifice.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelenglish.net . fire(.)nᴇt

Generally, if you are not selected by the Holy Mountain three times, it basically means that there is no hope, and you will participate in it again and again.

"Theodore, go to hell!" The two Eternal-level powerhouses fought again, this time really desperate.

Outside, Wang Yi was among the many natives, and he was also observing the battles of the natives.

"The aboriginal's powerful bloodline secret technique is no worse than the cultivator's secret technique." Wang Yi secretly said in his heart.

He glanced at the black island again, there were sixteen black islands, and each island had Eternal-level natives fighting, but the most striking ones were on the side of Wen Zong and Theodore.

After all, one is a royal family, and the other is an extremely powerful tribe, the Feishhuang tribe.

The battle between the two is very fierce and attracts many indigenous people.

"This Theodore, lost." Wang Yi came to a conclusion after watching it for a while.

The strength of the indigenous people is dominated by the bloodline, and the bloodline is stronger. Even if the level is the same, the strong bloodline has an advantage.

Victory and defeat will soon be decided.

"Hahaha... Theodore, it was me who won." The scarred worm more than a dozen eyes were bleeding, but he laughed wildly. "Are you convinced?"

Theodore, whose body was broken into several pieces, was slowly healing, gnashing his teeth.

"Xian Zong, this time you won, but don't be complacent, even if you beat me, can you be selected in the holy sacrifice?"

The worm's face darkened.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about it. Hand over the token and you can get out."

Even though he was unwilling to admit defeat, Theodore could only hand over a thousand tokens.

"With such a serious injury, you have to be careful next." Theodore glanced at the worm.

"Don't worry, even if others challenge my clan, there will be others who will fight." Wen Zong said nonchalantly.

Like those ordinary tribes, there are only one or two eternal true gods. If you are injured in battle, it is difficult to recover. If you challenge others, you can only admit defeat and give a token. Of course, it is only a token of your own tribe. It’s nothing. .

As for specifying a challenge to a strong person? Without this rule, you must fight!

So it's unlikely to be cheap.

After the battle between Wen Zong and Theodore was over, other strong men rushed into the black island and continued to fight.

There are too many tribes and powerhouses gathered at the royal court meeting this time, and even if they want to play, they have to line up.

Wang Yi stared at Braun and Theodore, remembering these two.

If you want to quickly accumulate tokens, you have to start with these indigenous people.

Challenge those tribes one by one? Have to hit the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon?

Of course, if he is strong enough to be recognized by those tribes, he can also get enough tokens at one time.

Time flies... well, it's just over a dozen epochs, and it doesn't matter to the presence of these existences.

No matter how weak the natives are, they are born at the immortal level, and their life is eternal, which shows the time concept of the origin continent.

Throughout the Black Sea, many of the indigenous people who watched the election of the Royal Court General Assembly in various ways were motionless, and their posture and position had not changed at all from more than ten epochs ago.

Batches of True God-level, Void-level, and Eternal-level natives came on stage, some were killed, and most were preserved. Really fighting to death not many.

After all, it's not an ethnic war, it's just an election contest, not this time, and the next time.

Most of the deaths and injuries occurred because two tribes with blood feuds ran into each other, and they never died.

But this kind of thing is too common among the indigenous people, as long as it does not hinder the normal progress of the conference, no one will care.

Over the years, the tribes that Wang Yi followed have also been challenged, winning and losing.

"Brother Temudar, aren't you going up?" asked Yamu Rake, a blue-skinned one-eyed man who had just won a game with spring breeze.

Wang Yi, who looks like a strong man with green face and fangs, smiled slightly.

"Zhen Zong, I want to challenge you!"

A mighty voice spread above the Black Sea.

"Um?"

"Which one is so bold to challenge the worms?"

Countless natives were shocked.

Braun, who was resting in the royal camp, also raised his head.

Seeing a strong man with green face and fangs fly out, he looked to his side.

"One thousand tokens for betting! I'm going to challenge you!"

Looking at this unfamiliar strong man, the corners of his mouth raised a hideous look.

"I didn't expect that after Theodore, there are still idiots like you to challenge me? Well, I will fulfill you, and your thousand tokens will be mine!" After these years of recuperation and recovery, the worms are almost fine. , of course not afraid of war.

Theodore was also alarmed and looked up at the sky.

"Which tribe is this from, and dare to challenge the worms?" Theodore shook his long body, "Could he have this strength? Let's see first."

Although the worm is not recognized by the Holy Mountain, is still very strong, and among the eternal true gods, it is the top.

He also fought with cultivators in the wild battlefield, and killed the eternal true **** head-on.

Therefore, few indigenous people are willing to challenge the worm, even Theodore, if it is not always **** for tat with the worm, and wants to decide the outcome, he is not willing to challenge it.

"I lost, I lost to the blood of the worm, I'm not reconciled." Theodore looked at the strong man with green face and fangs in the distance, "This guy dares to take the initiative to fight, he should have some ability."

The worm flew to the black island and faced Wang Yi face to face.

"Who are you? You look very unfamiliar, I have never seen it before, which tribe are you from?"

"I, Temudar, have no clan, I am a wanderer!" The blue-faced and fangs sturdy man squinted at it. "Xian Zong, your strength is not bad, let's compare and see who is stronger."

There was a ferocious look in the eyes of the worm. "Challenge me? It seems that you are confident, I will let you understand how stupid this decision is!"

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