The warriors who participated in the martial arts conference below were hesitant for a moment and did not dare to be the first to step onto the battlefield to defend the battle.

The powerful Xuandan realm standing in the air saw this scene and said expressionlessly: "This selection time is ten days. Those who have not lasted for an hour in ten days will be eliminated!"

I saw his broad sleeves waved his hand, and a huge hourglass appeared in the eyes of hundreds of millions of warriors of all races below, floating in the void, and grains of golden fine sand kept falling from the upper area.

"Only ten days of selection?" The face of the warrior attending the conference below changed slightly.

You should know that there are hundreds of thousands of participating warriors below, but there is only one point in the battle platform. If they do not occupy a battle platform first and persist for an hour, perhaps they will be eliminated before they even take the stage.

At this moment, figures swept into the air, occupying a battle platform, and their entire body's cultivation was running, preparing to deal with the next battle.

The battle platform at the Transcendent Realm is about ten feet high. A warrior who cannot fly in the air can jump into the battle platform with one leap.

The battle platform at the realm of the Divine Sea and Yuantai is suspended at a higher position.

Before those warriors who first arrived at the battle platform had enough to stand firm, warriors rushed towards their battle platform. However, when a warrior entered, the rest were blocked by the energy barrier outside the battle platform.

Boom boom boom boom!

Without any words, the battle was about to begin. The two warriors on the battlefield did not hesitate to use martial arts, trying to defeat the other side at the lowest cost.

After all, in the next hour, they don’t know how many more battles they will go through. When they cannot recover their consumed power, they can only save their strength as much as possible.

On the battle stage in the Yuantai area, powerful martial arts burst out the air and ravaged the space. Two completely different artistic forces fought against each other.

On a battle platform, Jiujiuyin looked at the Yuantai warrior in front of him with expressionless face. With a wave of his right hand, several Yuantai corpse spirits stood beside him.

"You go down by yourself, and you still want me to help you!"

The warrior's face changed. He naturally had heard of the title of the candidate for the Wujiuyin Martial Arts Conference, and knew that he was no match for the latter's corpse spirit at all.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I'm giving up!"

Then the warrior turned around and left the battlefield and went to the other battlefields to look for hope for advancement.

There are still ten days left for the first round of selection. With his strength, as long as he does not match those geniuses of all races, he is confident that he will get a good ranking and get some rewards through this round.

The warriors around the battle platform where the Prison Nine Yin were located looked at each other, fearing the horror of the former's corpse spirit army, and no warrior dared to challenge it for a moment.

The Jiuyin of Zhu sat cross-legged in the center of the battle platform, closing his eyes to rest, as if he did not take everyone around him seriously, while the corpse spirits next to him stood around to protect him.

In the sky, it was not surprising that the Xuandan realm powerhouses of various races saw this scene.

"Hmph, a warrior from the corpse refining lineage!" A strong man from the elf clan's eyes were full of disgust.

Most races are very disgusted with the practice of taking the dead bodies into corpse spirits by Jiuyin. Even many people in Jiuyin's own prison tribes also hate him.

In the first period, when the Nine Yin of Prison was exposed to refining the corpse spirit with the dead's corpse, it was also chased by many warriors, just like a dog that was stranded.

However, the situation of the Prison Nine Yin was later adopted by an ancestor who was about to die of life as a disciple by the Prison Clan, which changed his situation.

No one dared to chase him anymore, and when faced with the Nine Yin Prison Refining Corpse Spirit, everyone dared not speak out.

An hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the Nine Yins of Prison successfully passed the selection and advanced to the next round.

During this period, there were warriors who came to challenge the battle platform where he was. A warrior at the seventh level of Yuantai could not hold back and wanted to try the strength of the corpse spirit refined by the former.

As a result, the Nine Yins of Prison drove two corpse spirits, and within a few moves, they tore them in half. Even if they had no time to admit defeat, they really died with their eyes closed.

This bloody and brutal scene immediately shocked the warriors around him, and no one dared to come forward to challenge him anymore.

On the other hand, the spiritual light flowed on the body of the Zhan Clan Zheng Witch, flashing metallic luster, like a spiritual weapon.

A warrior from the bear human race opposite shouted, waved a huge mace in his hand, and smashed it at the Zhengwu with tens of thousands of kilograms of force!

Sharp!

Faced with this terrifying attack, Xing Wu's expression remained unchanged. The body refining technique was activated, and his skin instantly turned into gold, colliding with the mace.

Seeing that Xing Wu had not shed a drop of blood and a single hair fell off, the bear warrior's face changed drastically and he hurriedly wanted to take back the mace and distance him from Xing Wu.

But Xing Wu smiled grimly on his face, and his arms grabbed the mace with both arms, making the latter unable to move.

And his other four arms flashed a golden luster, tearing the air and blasting at the bear man warrior.

ah!

The bear man warrior took the attack of the witch in front of him, and felt like he was hit hard, and immediately screamed, and his figure flew out of the battle platform like a cannonball.

Xing Wu broke his hands and broke the mace in half. "It's only so much strength, it's really boring."

Xing Wu looked around and said, "Who else will fight?"

One hour later, the war clan's witch successfully advanced to the next round.

On other battle stages, many geniuses used various means to easily suppress their opponents, shock everyone, and successfully advance.

Fu Han of the Tianwen tribe controlled a metal puppet and easily damaged the opponent;

Lei Guang, the Thunder Spirit Clan, roared all over the battle platform, and no one could come out of it without any damage;

Feng Shao of the Feather Clan's golden wings shake, and the white armor shines brightly, like the arrival of the God of Light. With a wave, the hot sun is truly burning the opponent;

The shadow of stars appeared around Ji Chen, the human race, and the power of the stars turned into weapons to suppress them;

The Bemon tribe Jin Meng is like a tall golden man, and his roar is like a thousand troops, with iron-blooded fighting spirit oppressing everyone;

Danzong Yuhuatian, Qizong Zhongzhi, Poison Zong Tianjiao, Three-eyed clan genius......

The top geniuses of all races seemed to deliberately avoid them, and no longer collided with other top geniuses in the first round, and tried not to expose their strength and moves so quickly.

The golden fine sand floating above the huge hourglass in the air decreased little by little, and time passed little by little, and six or seven days passed in a blink of an eye.

In order to compete for promotion, the remaining warriors frantically challenge the guardians and defeated their opponents regardless of the huge consumption of true energy.

For a time, the difficulty of defending the Taiwan Strait gradually increased, and fewer and fewer warriors successfully advanced and were defeated by others.

After these warriors fell from the battlefield, once their strength recovered, they continued to challenge and wanted to successfully defend the battlefield in the last two or three days and advance!

Yuan Hao looked at the fierce battle above, his eyes were calm, and he turned to a human woman and said, "Miss Qin, please help me take care of Zhi'er!"

The human woman held Li Zhi and said softly: "Brother Yuan, don't worry, I will take good care of Zhi'er, and you can go to the selection of the martial arts conference with peace of mind."

Yuan Hao bowed with his fists and then touched Li Zhi's head to reassure her.

Then Yuan Hao moved his body and rushed towards a battle platform in the air at an extremely fast speed.

"Come on, Master!"

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