For a monk, decades are just a blink of an eye.

The change of seats in Yujing Tower has finally begun amidst the expectations of countless people. The position of the twelfth floor master and the ninety-six thrones have become their goals.

The battle between humans and monsters, the challenge between the strong and the weak, no one knows what the outcome will be.

And this change has always attracted the attention of people outside the Yujing Tower. Some people want to know where the monks who belong to them can go. Some people want to know who will be the most powerful people in the Yujing Tower in the next hundred or even thousand years.

Some people also want to know if Lin Chen will show up this time.

"That person has not shown up for more than seventy years." Someone whispered in the secret that they were ordered to test something.

A new, larger and more majestic floating island is suspended above the Hengyi Islands. This is the result of the efforts of everyone in Yujing Tower over the past decades.

The Hundred Years' Change gradually began, and all the monks set their sights on the position they wanted. When Haoyin appeared and announced the start without seeing the other four figures, many people watching the battle outside retreated.

They already know the answer and need to report it to the rear as soon as possible until this information appears in the hands of some unspeakable being.

Even they also want to know who is more powerful among those geniuses who once had great reputations.

"Mingzun never appeared, and even the other few disappeared without a trace."

Some people were happy about this news, because their purpose of coming to Yujing Tower was not pure, and it was known to everyone, which made them feel uncomfortable with Lin Chen, the person who had the opportunity. Of course, there were also people who were worried.

If you can't see Lin Chen, you don't know what kind of state he is in now.

It is impossible to predict what a thousand-year-old god will become after disappearing for nearly a hundred years. This is what they are worried about.

Moreover, now that Yujing Tower only exists because of one person, the lack of people in sight undoubtedly makes the blood of more people cool. It would be a joke if they fight for life and death but end up in vain.

Therefore, countless monks in Yujing Tower are somewhat conflicted. They want to see the cave they have longed for right in front of them and not run away, but they are embarrassed because of their own goals.

But fortunately, when Hao Yin suspended the bronze lamp in his hand, everyone turned their attention.

The top priority is to sit on those thrones, otherwise no matter what great opportunities he has, it will have nothing to do with him.

In the sky of the floating island, dark green flames ignited everything in sight. All the monks vying for the throne on the island had their souls burned by the terrifying flames.

This was the first time that Haoyin had exposed his Imperial Army to the eyes of the world, and at this moment, no one dared to covet it.

"The origin of the soul." The knowledgeable monk could not hide the shock in his heart and began to be afraid of the dark green flame.

The origin of the soul is also said in the mouths of some ancient beings to be of the same origin as the origin of all creation in the world. They belong to a kind of existence, and the flames transformed by such things can be imagined to be terrifying.

It can easily erase any trace of anyone's existence, including their past, future, and present.

Directly erasing the existence of the soul is not a simple killing, it is the world's rejection and disapproval of you.

Rumor has it that one of the five kings of Yujing Tower was born with such power, but it was not the imperial weapon in Hao Yin's hands.

But the threat to others is the same.

Dark green flames burn the soul of every monk who aspires to the throne. This is Hao Yin's method.

He couldn't directly create a space and throw everyone in like Mu Chunqiu, but the effect that the flames could create was the same, and it was more visually appealing.

In the eyes of countless monks who were outside the flames, those strong men who were burned by the soul flames of the imperial soldiers were roaring in pain, roaring like wild beasts. They covered their heads, as if there were some terrible creatures devouring their bodies.

brain.

Some people couldn't bear it anymore and were writhing on the ground in pain. Some people were attacking everything around them indiscriminately. Some people were talking nonsense like crazy and crying about their past and the darkness deep in their hearts. Some people were unconscious on the ground and were Hao

Yin moved out of the range of the flames.

These people, without exception, were all beings who were admired by countless people before. They were confident, and others were also confident that they could occupy a place, but now they are falling down one by one.

And in the center of the dark green flames, there are fewer and fewer people standing. They endure the pain that burns their souls and maintain themselves. Only those who can stand to the end are qualified to chase the high sky.

's throne.

When the flames dissipated, everyone was shocked. The scene that originally had tens of thousands of people competing for each other was reduced to nothing in the blink of an eye. Those people and monsters who had high hopes were unable to even reach the most basic threshold.

The talent and strength that they were proud of were not visible at this moment.

And it is only now that everyone understands why there are only three seats for the twelfth floor owner of Yujing Tower, and no one has ever sat on the rest even if they are empty.

It's better to be short than to be lazy. For a moment, everyone thought of these four words, and looked at those who were eliminated with strange eyes.

"Unfair!" A voice rang out from among the unwilling people. It was from the Yuan Xiang realm. He gritted his teeth and looked at Haoyin high in the sky.

"I'm better than them, why am I not qualified?" He pointed to the figures still standing in the center. He had defeated them before.

Hao Yin didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but in the end, he still cast a pair of eyes filled with pressure.

"Are you better than them? When was that?"

In a word, the Yuan Xiang Realm monks were speechless. In recent decades, they had been rushing to expand the new Yujing Tower branch, and those battles were at least fifty years ago. At that time, they were all

On the Hengyi Islands, it was inevitable to compete with each other, and he had a slight upper hand.

So, in these fifty years, those who fell behind him have surpassed him?

Facing Haoyin's gaze, the monk found it difficult to refute his majesty.

"But, why are there still people in the Yuan Xiang realm after even the powerful ones have been eliminated?" Another voice sounded from the loser group. From his hesitant tone, everyone was sure that this was definitely not something he came up with on his own.

Sound.

Someone might be able to make him speak out and question it.

Tian Tian, ​​Hao Yin sneered, "Because these Yuanxiang realms are destined to go further than the trash in your mouth!"
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