Chapter 133 Chu Yang, the Holy Son of Yin Yang Sect
Xu Qingshan came through the air, one step at a time.
When he took one step forward, the ever-flowing river belonging to the Holy Spring Sect stopped flowing instantly, as if time and space had been banned.
He took one step forward, and the Golden Crow and Cang Luan on both sides were whispering, as if they were afraid of something, and their proud heads were slightly lowered and trembling.
He took a step forward, and the long sword that cut through the silence started to tremble, and even the demonic aura that pervaded it was restrained.
He took one step forward, and the yin and yang that divided the heaven and earth seemed to be nothing more than ants that were wiped out in a flash. He did not need to deliberately find the center of this world.
He just stops there. No matter what he is doing or where he stands, he is the center of this world.
When Xu Qingshan walked step by step, at this moment, whether it was the Golden Crow, Cang Luan, the magic sword, the long river, or the yin and yang that divides the world, it seemed that it had become his background.
In everyone's eyes, there is only the man dressed in green, who seems to be carrying the sky on his shoulders, stepping on the earth, and supporting the sky.
"Brother Qingshan, I miss you so much after we said goodbye that day," Luo Changhe, the leader of the Shengquan Sect, laughed.
"Brother Changhe, long time no see," Xu Qingshan also smiled and exchanged greetings with several other sect leaders in the field.
Then he took the five major sects and flew towards the Zhenwu Holy Sect.
The Zhenwu Holy Sect at this time can be said to be very lively. In addition to the five strongest sects in the far west, many other second-rate sects and third-rate sects, including Ziyang Empire and Qingmu, will come to the Six Sect Competition.
The royal family of the empire will also receive invitations to come and watch.
The five major sects were received by Xu Qingshan, while the other second-rate sects were received by the elders of the Zhenwu Sheng Sect.
The competition is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and everyone is arranged to be on the Qunying Peak of Zhenwu Shengsong.
However, no matter how busy the outside world is, Yannan Peak, where Xu Zimo lives, is always peaceful.
He was leaning on the lounge chair in the courtyard, and the gentle autumn wind, with a bleak desolation, blew down from the top of Yannan Peak and brushed against Xu Zimo's face.
At this time, Xiao Guizi walked in from outside, looked at Xu Zimo and said, "Senior brother, I have already inquired about the situation of the other five major sects."
"Are you sure the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect won't come to participate?" Xu Zimo opened his eyes slightly and asked.
"There is no list of Ten Thousand Beast Sects in this competition, so they probably won't come," Xiao Guizi said slowly: "This competition is the most famous, and the ones with the highest voices are actually the saints and saints of each sect."
"Who is there? Tell me," Xu Zimo changed into a comfortable position, sat up and asked.
"The Shenri Holy Sect is their holy son Xuanyuan Xuantian, the Purgatory Holy Sect is the Heavenly Demon Son, and although the position of the Holy Son of the Holy Spring Sect has not yet been determined, there is a demon who practices physical training in their sect. I heard that
The voice was quite loud.
As for the Xianling Sect, after Nie Xingqing's death, they re-elected a woman named Xian Ling'er as their saint.
The most interesting thing is the Yin Yang Sect. I heard that their holy son was just decided some time ago, and his name is Chu Yang.
His strength is unknown, but as you know, senior brother, the Xianling Sect has been looking for a young man named Chu Yang some time ago.
I heard that because of this incident, the relationship between Yin Yang Sect and Xian Ling Sect is now very tense."
"Then who has the loudest voice in our Zhenwu Saint Sect now?" Xu Zimo asked.
"It's Baili Xiao, the niece of the sixth elder," Xiao Guizi replied: "After all, the reputation of the successor of the empress is quite resounding.
These disciples are too much like frogs in the well, and after you take action, senior brother, they will understand that the so-called geniuses are just a bunch of chickens and dogs."
"Okay, stop flattering me," Xu Zimo waved his hand and said with a smile.
After Xiao Guizi left, he took out several letters from his sleeves. These letters were information collected by Situ Yunqing through various channels.
Xu Zimo slowly opened the envelope.
"A month ago, the fairy mountain next to the Xianling Sect suddenly burst into white light. This fairy mountain was left by a very famous ancestor of the Xianling Sect, the "Peacock Patriarch".
Some people said that a strange treasure was born, but this matter was quickly suppressed by the Xianling Sect.
A few days later, the Xianling Sect canonized a woman named Xian Ling'er as a contemporary saint. Before that, I had never heard of this woman."
"Half a month ago, the Yin Yang Sect opened the sect's most treasured "Yin Yang Diagram" for an unknown purpose.
A few days later, they canonized a young man named Chu Yang as the Holy Son."
"Deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, someone saw a giant measuring the heaven and earth with his feet. His purpose was unknown and his strength was unknown."
After Xu Zimo read the information, a blazing flame appeared in his right hand. He watched the envelope burn to ashes in the flames, then closed his eyes slightly and leaned back on the recliner.
He murmured in his mouth: "Chu Yang, Yin Yang Sect, long time no see."
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Within the Zhenwu Holy Sect, there is an independently developed space called "Tianyu."
Tianyu was established in the era of Empress Hongtian, and it has a history of tens of thousands of years.
This heavenly domain was specially prepared by the Zhenwu Holy Sect to hold some large-scale competitions.
It is a self-contained space with an area of tens of thousands of square meters, and the end cannot be seen at a glance.
In the center of the Tianyu, there are nearly a hundred arenas made of Xuanwu real iron. These arenas are nearly a hundred meters long and wide, and are also surrounded by iron locks.
The strength of the arena can even withstand several attacks from warriors in the Imperial Vein Realm.
The sun rises in the east, the autumn wind blows a few yellow leaves, the morning light slowly falls from the sky, and the morning light opens the curtain of a new day.
After all the sects gathered, under the leadership of Zhenwu Shengzong, the five major sects followed closely, followed by some second-rate and third-rate sects.
Everyone walked into the Heaven Realm in a mighty manner. It took this long dragon-like team half an hour to finally enter the Heaven Realm.
You must know that there are more than a hundred second-rate sects who came to watch the competition this time.
At this moment, densely packed seats have been placed around the nearly one hundred arenas.
Of course, these seats are reserved for some of the sect’s big shots and geniuses, and ordinary disciples can only stand at the back and watch.
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The third elder was the person in charge of this competition. After everyone had settled down, he walked onto the middle stage wearing a red robe and full of momentum.
"I would like to thank everyone in advance for coming to watch this six-sect competition organized by our Zhenwu Holy Sect. Due to some special reasons, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect withdrew from this competition," the third elder stood on the middle stage,
He said loudly: "Since the era of Emperor Shenxing, the Seven Sects Grand Competition held every three years has continued like this.
It has a history of thousands of years. The purpose of the competition is to connect the feelings between various sects, so that young disciples can see more young geniuses, broaden their horizons, and understand their own shortcomings.
I won’t say much more if it’s unnecessary, I’ll briefly introduce the rules of this competition.”
