The realm of the eight gods, the children’s monastery.
These are houses located all over the Yagami domain. They are of almost the same standard, but the area is very wide. They are provided as a place for the Yagami disciples to rest and practice. They are always relatively quiet, even if there are people passing by in a hurry.
But today, these disciples' monasteries became boiling!
Because one after another figures filed out from the various monasteries, full of energy, sharp eyes, and a proud smile on their faces!
"It's been five years! Finally, the clan competition is here again!"
"I must avenge my shame this time. Everyone who hurt me last time will die this time!"
"Hahahaha... The chance for my Yagami and Nine to become famous has finally arrived!"
"Canon of Summoning Gods! I will definitely be able to obtain the magical powers and secrets in the Canon of Summoning Gods! When the curse is broken and I conquer the outer world in the future, I will definitely be able to roar proudly under the stars!"
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Along with the figures rushing from the disciples' monastery, there were also voices full of coldness and crazy muttering to themselves. Almost every disciple of Yagami had a fascinating expression on his face, and his eyes seemed to be burning.
Raging flames!
Clan competition!
A millennium event held once every five years by the Eight Gods!
This is an opportunity for every Iori disciple to rise up. Under the collision of blood and fire, the strong will march on the bones of the weak, all the way to the top, while the weak will only die!
Between the heaven and the earth in the entire Eight Spirits Domain, nearly a thousand figures gathered from all directions, heading towards the same place, like locusts passing by!
But at this moment, in a disciple's monastery, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, as if cold lightning was flying across the sky, seizing the soul!
"Has it finally begun..."
A cold and cold voice sounded slowly, and the figure who was sitting cross-legged slowly stood up. The tall and slender body could not be seen clearly in the dim room, only the cold and bright eyes were like stars in the dark night.
, clearly visible!
With a creak, the door opened, and a tall and slender figure walked out. A fair and handsome face was finally revealed, with no expression on it, like a sculpture.
This person is naturally Ye Wuque!
Two days ago, they went on a killing spree on the stage of life and death, but were finally stopped by Elder Leng Jiu of the Eight Gods Clan. Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen randomly found a disciple's monastery and entered it to recharge their batteries.
For two days, Ye Wuque did not move, just sitting there cross-legged. But after two days, the murderous intention in his heart did not subside. Instead, it became more and more intense, like an active volcano that was about to erupt, and could erupt at any time.
Show earth-shattering power!
For Ye Wuque, these two days have condensed all the murderous intention and evil spirit in his heart into a rope, and he is waiting for the complete explosion today!
Crunch, just after Ye Wuque walked out of the room, the door opposite opened almost at the same time, and Feng Caichen with the face of Iori Haotian walked out.
The two looked at each other and both smiled faintly.
"The clan competition has finally begun..."
"Yeah, I've been waiting for a long time. I didn't have enough fun killing two days ago. This time I can finally go on a killing spree!"
"The same feeling, my sword also needs to drink blood."
The two of them slowly stepped out of the disciples' monastery, looking at the figures of Iori's disciples passing through the sky and the earth like locusts passing by, their eyes filled with bloodthirsty and coldness.
Phew…
The two people immediately turned into streams of light and soared into the sky, but regardless of their body skills and Yuanli, they had already put on a little disguise in case they were recognized.
Figures from all directions cut across the sky, and finally gradually unified, arriving at an area of the Eight Spirits Domain that is rarely visited by people on weekdays!
Here, it seems to be an ancient sacrificial site. The ground is carved with complex patterns, which seem to have a sense of vicissitudes and obscurity, as if a long history has been recorded, making people feel the passage of time at a glance.
And at the end of this altar, there is a huge altar, the whole body is shining with dark red light, covering it up, vaguely, exuding a trace of awe!
Boo hoo hoo…
One after another figures descended from the sky, and at this moment they all landed on this vast sacrificial ground. They were the disciples of the Eight Gods who came from all over the Eight Gods' domain in twos and threes.
The silent altar began to become noisy as people arrived!
Some Yagami disciples gathered in groups of twos and threes, forming a circle with each other, looking at other circles with cold eyes. Some people stood alone, arms folded, aloof and arrogant.
Within about half a quarter of an hour, more and more people were on the altar, and the eyes looking at each other became more unkind, with chills and evil spirits surging.
After the clan competition begins, everyone present is a potential opponent and must be careful.
But at a certain moment, the atmosphere of the festival suddenly stagnated, and then became completely noisy. All the disciples of Iori raised their heads and looked at the void!
There, a steadfast figure like a dragon came quickly, exuding a kind of ultimate majesty, and a pair of cold eyes, just a casual glance, made many Yagami disciples change their expressions, showing awe and fear on their faces.
Feeling almost suffocated, he quickly retreated and gave up a large area!
"Here comes the Eight God Dragon!"
"Hiss! He is even more terrifying than he was five years ago! In the last clan competition, he was defeated by Yagami Wufeng, was seriously injured, and almost died. This time, he is probably going to win the first place and take revenge!"
"This is a truly outstanding person among our clan, one of the top five!"
Countless Yagami disciples looked sideways and spoke in a low voice with a trembling tone!
The Eight God Dragon slowly fell down, and it turned out to be a young man with thick hair and a cold face, like a mad dragon!
He stood alone, with his hands behind his back and his eyes slightly closed, as if no one could make him look at him from all directions.
Obviously, the arrival of the Eight Divine Dragons set off a small climax!
As a truly outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Eight Gods, his every move naturally attracts the attention of countless people.
"Look! Yagami Zenyin is here too!"
"And Yagami Yunfei!"
"That's Yagami Light! Oh my god! Three or five of the top ten masters of the younger generation have already arrived!"
One after another exclamations continued, and figures like dragons and phoenixes were seen flying from all directions and landed on the altar!
With the arrival of these figures, almost all the Iori disciples automatically gave up their positions!
Because each of these figures is surging with unfathomable fluctuations, like an endless tide, majestic and sweeping everything!