No warrior in the Divine Sea realm has ever been able to reach the summit of the Conferred God Platform. In addition to the test of laws, talents, and will, there is also the calamity in front of us, which is a fatal hurdle that no warrior in the Divine Sea realm can cross.
The thirty-third heaven represents the synthesis of all the energy systems in the universe and all the martial arts avenues. The most terrifying thing about the heavenly tribulation in the void is not the thunder tribulation, but the fatal stele. The thirty-three stele rotates
, like a huge millstone, containing endless power.
"Three threes are inexhaustible, six sixes are endless!" Yang Wuyue faintly gained some enlightenment, especially the three in the middle. The three elements gathered at the top, and the essence, energy and spirit were unified.
"Cang!" At that moment, all the swords trembled.
"Heavenly Sword!"
"It's the reappearance of Heavenly Sword's unique skill!"
"Heavenly Sword!" Tianzun Haoyu also looked at the sword shadow in amazement. It boldly penetrated the thirty-three laws and swallowed up all its broken laws and scriptures into the shadow of the divine sword. In the end,
The shocking sword shadow landed firmly on the highest peak.
"Boom!" The overwhelming will of swordsmanship is overwhelming the world, and the edges of countless swords are trembling and worshiping.
"As soon as the Heavenly Sword came out, Wanjian surrendered! He actually practiced the laws of Heaven!" Divine Dream God also appeared, his eyes full of disbelief.
A genius who comes once in a million years in the divine realm is expected to become a deity in the future.
At that moment, Yang Wuyue also saw the final mystery of this God-conferring Platform, which was the great catastrophe 3.6 billion years ago, and countless powerful people gathered in the vast starry sky.
That majestic shadow, holding a golden scepter and holding a thick ancient seal in his left hand, stood on the altar, facing an army of two hundred deities and millions of holy masters.
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"Fengshen Tianzun!" This is the true leader of the God Realm 3.6 billion years ago.
The terrifying will formed by the martial arts thoughts of hundreds of Heavenly Lords, millions of Holy Lords, and powerful realm kings, dominates all living things. This is the true pressure and memory of the Conferring God Stage.
"What exactly is that phantom?"
"What exactly is on the top of the Conferred Gods Platform?" The audience was extremely curious, but curiosity was useless. Other geniuses had no chance of even approaching that catastrophe, let alone climbing directly to the top.
The ancient shadows condensed runes one after another out of thin air. Those runes contained ancient rules. At this moment, they were all condensed and impacted into Yang Wuyue's mind.
Tianzun has always been synonymous with mystery. No one knows what it means to wait for the top of the Conferred God Platform, except for those Tianzun-level masters. At this moment, it is most important for most talents that he has won the first place in the semi-finals.
In the Crimson Light Realm, the Ancient Phoenix Clan was originally a powerful force with a very good ranking in the Crimson Light Realm, but it did not have such a terrifying lineup today. Countless Holy Lords and even Realm Lords came to visit. Several great elders, including the Ancient Phoenix Clan,
The clan leaders are greeting the guests.
Completely different from the commotion outside, Yang Wuyue had announced that he was going into seclusion at this moment. No one came to disturb him, even if most of the people outside were coming for him, no one dared to disturb the retreat of this peerless genius.
The time before the finals is getting shorter and shorter, and the Ancient Phoenix Clan has used a large amount of ancient Phoenix essence and blood. Everyone knows that Yang Wuyue is the favorite to win the championship, and he will overwhelm all the Tianzun disciples.
Once an invincible genius is ranked on the Heavenly Ranking, it will mean that he is qualified to be ranked in the Heavenly Palace to practice, which is also a supreme honor for the ancient Phoenix Clan.
"Wu Yue, it's time to go!" The person who came to check was naturally his little daughter-in-law Qin Wu Xin. Wu Xin is now more and more calm and indifferent. It seems that the status, resources, and even the popularity of the ancient Phoenix Clan cannot shake her heart.
At that moment, the heart of the piano can always resonate with the heart of the sword.
"Okay!" Yang Wuyue opened the door, still looking calm and relaxed.
Haoyu Realm is an independent world created by Haoyu Tianzun with his supreme divine power. There is a huge arena hundreds of miles away, which is actually made of ancient divine stones. Even a master at the level of a god would be hard-pressed to leave a trace.
The majestic stands with hundreds of millions of spectators have gradually been filled.
The Heavenly Palace in the distance is majestic and undulating. Their resting place is No. 31. Palace No. 30 in front is prepared for the descendants of Tianzun, that is, the direct disciples of Tianzun. The palace in the back is for the first place in each competition.
There are 300 people selected from each of the 30 semi-finals areas, for a total of 9,000 people. In addition to the 970 core disciples of Tiangong, there are also 30 direct disciples of Tianzun, no more, no less, exactly 10,000.
The number of Tianzun is very small, and they do not participate every time. There are not many disciples. Such a prosperous time is also a grand occasion that has been rare for many years. Even many geniuses heard about Yang Wuyue's methods and prepared to participate in the competition to compete with him.
Have a contest.
It is really spectacular to have all the divine sea-level geniuses in the divine domain gathered here. But those who can really compete with Yang Wuyue are the core disciples of Tianzun, such as Bing Meng, the successor of the mysterious Shenmeng Tianzun, and those from the Demon God Palace.
The descendant of Little Demon Fairy.
Yang Wuyue is still very low-key, or rather mysterious. He never shows up. In fact, most geniuses are like this. Only a few of them go around the palace and start to publicize their achievements by calling friends.
Until the finals begin.
"All participating disciples, gather in the square. The first martial arts competition and the finals will begin today!" The majestic voice spread throughout the Tiangong. This is the real unique power.
Ten thousand young heroes walked out of their respective palaces one after another, and dozens of king-level peak experts also came from all over the place. It is rare to see so many masters on weekdays, gathered together at this moment, with such momentum
, it is indeed a bit shocking.
The white-clothed Realm King slowly descended: "Haoyu Zi, the chief disciple of Haoyu Tianzun, welcomes you on behalf of Haoyu Tianzun! The rules of the competition will be announced below!"
The rules are very simple and crude. They are divided into two groups based on everyone's performance. The first group only has thirty people, and the second group has nine hundred and seventy people. Each person has three opportunities to challenge the people in the first group. If three times
If you win any one of them, you can take the opponent's place.
That is to say, the position-changing battle. If he fails all three challenges, it means that he will be completely eliminated.
Ten thousand people can be divided into ten regions, with two groups in each region. This means that many of those ranked second and third in the world will be directly moved to the second group.
This is obviously not optimistic about them. This rule makes many geniuses feel angry.
Only 300 people were selected out of 10,000 people. It stands to reason that the people in the first group are basically Tianzun's disciples and the top masters in the world. Yang Wuyue was naturally assigned to the first group without any surprise.
, his strength can only be looked up to by others.
At this moment, a terrifying blood-colored metal city slowly rose up from the ground.
"This is the City of Slaughter. It was fished out of the billion-year-old blood pool of the Slaughter Hell. It carries a terrifying killing aura. If you can't even get through the door, there's no need to compete!"