The entrance to the ancient Yuanyang Hall, which was lying eight hundred feet high on the ground, suddenly shone with brilliant silver light. As the silver light shone, figures one after another walked out of it. In this cycle, they finally walked out.
Eleven people supported each other.
The first person was Ye Wuque, followed closely by Mo Qingye who supported Mo Honglian and Mo Baiou. Sima Ao put his right hand on Lin Yingluo's shoulder and limped along.
Smelling the delicate fragrance on Lin Yingluo's body, I felt a little excited.
Nalan Yan walked forward alone with her slender hand on her chest and an inexplicable look on her face. She was followed by two other monks from Tianfeng Main City who were lively and dull in appearance. However, their expressions showed how happy they were to survive the disaster; and the last one who walked out was
But it was the two remaining monks in Liuyun's main city. Their faces were pale, but their eyes revealed the slightest trace of sadness.
A group of eleven people left Yuanyang Heritage and stopped at the entrance of Yuanyang Palace. They stood quietly and looked at this ancient silver stone palace. Their eyes were full of inexplicability, as if they were recalling the shock of this journey.
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Only the last words Ji Yuanyang said to him flowed in Ye Wuque's heart.
Ye Wuque didn't see it, but the eyes of several of them fell on him vaguely, full of heartfelt gratitude and the slightest awe.
"Boom" and "Buzz"
At this moment, a shocking wave suddenly erupted in the distance, immediately attracting everyone's attention!
"That's...another place of inheritance!"
Mo Honglian's voice had a hint of strangeness.
"Yin..."
A boundless humming sound spread from far to near. This sound fell on Ye Wuque's ears and made his eyes freeze. He even felt a familiar wave from it!
"This is countless swords trembling in unison..."
Looking from a distance, Ye Wuque saw the steep mountain peak seven or eight hundred feet high, filled with waves of sharp aura, like a sword with a three-foot cold light.
Hanging high in the void, exuding endless sword energy.
"Feng Caichen..."
There was an astonishing fighting spirit in his eyes, and the blood in Ye Wuque's heart was stimulated by the boundless sword chant at this moment, and it slowly began to boil!
And the familiar wave he felt just now came from Feng Caichen.
"Brother Wuque, what's wrong with you?"
The daughter's voice sounded with a trace of concern. It was obvious that Mo Honglian noticed the fighting spirit in Ye Wuque's eyes and asked.
Lin Yingluo, who was holding Sima Ao's arm, also cast a hint of doubt.
"Haha, it's nothing, I just thought of a powerful opponent."
Ye Wuque smiled softly and replied, but although the fighting spirit in his eyes temporarily receded, the heat in his heart surged and burned like a blazing fire.
"Have you really become stronger? Feng Caichen, I really look forward to the battle between you and me..."
The words with fighting spirit and edge sounded in Ye Wuque's heart.
Outside the Hundred Yuan Realm, there is the void above the white jade stone platform.
Wei Xiong, the second city lord who stood with his hands behind his back, waved his right hand, and the huge light curtain covering the entrances of Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak disappeared into nothingness.
"The three days and nights of the first phase of the Hundred Cities War have ended. City Lords, please follow me into the Hundred Yuan Realm to determine the candidates for the second phase."
The majestic and powerful voice resounded in all directions, Wei Xiong waved his right hand towards the sky again, and suddenly a huge light door appeared in the world, followed by a vast and boundless void and ethereal meaning.
"Buzz"
The power of space swept across the world, and white light shone above the light gate. Wei Xiong took the lead and turned into a stream of light and was the first to enter, followed closely by a hundred figures shining with different lights through the air.
Above, it is the one hundred city lords of the one hundred major cities.
And those losers who were eliminated from the Hundred Yuan Realm were also brought into the Hundred Yuan Realm by the city lords of their respective main cities, but no one noticed that among the one hundred city lords, there was an old man with white hair and a gloomy face.
His expression at this time was extremely ugly.
"Buzzing..."
Just as Ye Wuque and the eleven were looking at another place of inheritance, a vast and unparalleled wave of light suddenly shone on the horizon, and then a huge light door appeared!
The boundless momentum poured out, almost sweeping across the entire Hundred Yuan Realm. This coercion made all the monsters in the Hundred Yuan Realm tremble at this moment, crawling low, and no longer looked as ferocious and wild as usual.
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"The first phase of the Hundred Cities War is limited to three days and three nights. This is over. To the little ones who are left behind, congratulations..."
The majestic and majestic voice echoed throughout the Hundred Yuan Realm, and a figure slowly walked out of the huge light door. The fluctuations around him were vast and unparalleled. It was the Second City Lord Wei Xiong.
Feeling the power of this void and ethereal space again, Ye Wuque and the other eleven people, who looked up at the sky, were also slightly excited at this moment.
Wei Xiong appeared, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes as sharp as ever, and his face was expressionless, with only a hint of appreciation in his tone.
Looking at Wei Xiong standing on the horizon, a glimmer of light flashed in Ye Wuque's eyes. After passing through the Yuanyang inheritance, Ye Wuque understood that Wei Xiong, the second city lord, must also be a master of the Lichen Realm who can transform Soul Moon into Soul Yang.
And his cultivation is so powerful that it is no longer inferior to Ji Yuanyang in his heyday!
"Buzz"
Wei Xiong didn't see any movement, and a powerful force suddenly filled the void. This force overflowed the void, swept straight towards the steep mountain in the distance, and turned upside down in an instant.
Back, it contains dozens of young monks with strong cultivation, which is another group of people who chose to enter the Tianbai inheritance.
At the same time, Ye Wuque and the other eleven people suddenly found that they could not control their bodies, and were lifted up by an unpredictable force. Under the control of this force, they flew towards Wei Xiong on the horizon, and finally met with others.
Dozens of young monks who came out of Tianbai Peak stood together.
This was the second time Ye Wuque felt the wonderful feeling of being in the void. The last time was when Qi Shilong took them to the white jade stone platform. This feeling of standing on the void gave Ye Wuque an infinite yearning in his heart.
"One day, I will rely on my own strength to stand proudly above the sky, beside the clouds."
The heat in his eyes disappeared in a flash, and Ye Wuque once again had an infinite desire for higher cultivation and realm.
This scene not only happened to Ye Wuque, the rest of the young geniuses also had the same look on their faces.
Nodding slightly, Wei Xiong showed a trace of satisfaction deep in his eyes.
"Um?"
Suddenly, with the power of Ye Wuque's soul, he felt an unparalleled sharp aura coming towards his face, and then a powerful and domineering aura rose up around him, and his eyes followed the unparalleled sharp aura.
The next moment, the dazzling eyes met a pair of clear but endlessly sharp eyes!
At this glance, Ye Wuque instantly felt the blood in his heart begin to boil, and the fighting spirit in his eyes burned sharply!
"As expected, it's you... Feng Caichen!"
The person who looked at Ye Wuque was Feng Caichen, a swordsman prodigy who chose to enter Tianbai Peak.
At the same time, Fengcaichen, who was standing at the forefront among dozens of people in the distance, was in high spirits. His mouth suddenly moved and he spoke a few words silently.
"Very good, Ye Wuque, you really did not disappoint me."
For a moment, two scorching gazes seemed to be clashing in the void, each blooming with dazzling brilliance!
"Buzz"
Wei Xiong's eyes swept across the dozens of young faces in front of him, stopping for a moment on Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen, and then the majestic voice resounded throughout the Hundred Yuan Realm again.
"Take out your Hundred Cities Jade Seal."
As soon as these words were said, dozens of young monks immediately took out their own Hundred Cities Jade Seal, and dazzling lights suddenly shone in the void. Among them, some were light purple, some were deep purple, but there was no exception.
, all are purple.
"Swish swish"
Ye Wuque, who was holding his own Hundred Cities Jade Seal, suddenly felt that his hand was empty. The Hundred Cities Jade Seal soared into the sky and shot towards where Wei Xiong was standing.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of Hundred Cities Jade Seals shining with purple halo gathered in front of Wei Xiong. He felt it slightly, waved his hand, and under Wei Xiong's control, the Hundred Cities Jade Seals appeared again and again.
Laser Void returned to everyone's hands without any deviation.
Once again holding the Jade Seal of the Hundred Cities that emitted a purple halo, these dozens of young monks who had met the requirements of the first stage of the Hundred Cities War were all soaring, and their tyrannical auras could not help but pour out.
It seems that after these cruel three days and three nights of rapid tempering and fighting in the Hundred Yuan World, those of them who can laugh at the end seem to have been reborn, their arrogance has been worn away, and their youthfulness has faded.
Three hundred young geniuses entered the Hundred World together. After three days and three nights of fighting and competition, only the last few dozen were left. Such an elimination rate cannot be underestimated and is extremely cruel.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
The sound of clothes breaking through the air continued to be heard from the huge light door, and hundreds of figures kept walking out of the light door. It was the one hundred city lords and representatives of the one hundred major cities who were eliminated from the hundred cities.
The geniuses in the world.
With the appearance of the Hundred City Lords, the overwhelming coercion in the entire void poured out, as if the entire Hundred Yuan Realm was about to be unable to support itself, but then disappeared without a trace.
"Congratulations to you, you have successfully reached the first stage of the Hundred Cities War. I once said that in my eyes, you are all just rubbish, a group of complacent little shrimps, ignorant and inexperienced brats. Now,
I take back these words. You have proved to me with your actual actions that you are not trash, but they, those who have been eliminated from the Hundred Dollar World by you, are the trash."
Gently raising his hand and pointing behind him, Wei Xiong's majestic voice echoed again.
As Wei Xiong said these words, dozens of young monks who had successfully passed the test, holding flashing purple haloes, finally showed a smile.
The appreciation from Wei Xiong made them finally let out the breath they had been holding in their hearts. Just as Wei Xiong said, in this hundred-yuan world, they have proved with practical actions that they are the ones who laugh last. They , It was not garbage before, it will not be garbage now, and it will not be garbage in the future.
Wei Xiong's merciless words fell on the ears of the nearly two hundred eliminated monks who were brought back to the Hundred Yuan Realm by their respective city lords, making all of their faces pale and without a trace of blood. All kinds of unwillingness and helplessness flashed in their eyes. Despair, it seems that the high-spirited and vigorous people who once were there can never be found again, forming a sharp contrast with the dozens of high-spirited passers-by on the opposite side.
One side is like a dim star, the other side is like a blazing sun!
Such a naked comparison, the loud but merciless ridicule, simply made those losers want to scream to the sky, feel ashamed and angry, and even worse, their eyes were dull and lost.
The expressionless Ye Wuque stood at the head of the eleven people, listening to Wei Xiong's unabashed appreciation and ridicule, but his mood did not change at all.
Ten years of silence made Ye Wuque understand that if you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is an eternal truth. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself and feeling depressed here, it is better to hide today's failure in your heart, work hard, never give up, and start all over again. !Perhaps one day in the future, those geniuses who once stepped on your head will be stepped back under your feet again.
The journey of training is so cruel. If your skills are not as good as others, you will be humiliated by others.
No one saw that among the more than 200 monks who failed, there were still dozens of pairs of eyes shining with unyielding light and sparks of perseverance. They were not devastated or dying of shame and anger, but opened their eyes wide and looked at the opposite side. Those dozens of faces were deeply remembered in my heart and became the goal of future efforts.
Yes, I am not as good as you now, but this does not mean that I will still be not as good as you in the future. If you fail today, I will bear it in my heart. I will see you again and I will teach you again!
The journey of training is also very long. No one knows that one day in the future, among these young monks who have been defeated by others, there will also be several earth-shaking heroes!
Wei Xiong didn't seem to care how much of a shadow his words would cast on the more than two hundred failed young monks behind him. It might make some of them never make any progress in their lives, and then lose their aura of genius and become mediocre. It no longer has its former glory.
Perhaps, this is also the result Wei Xiong wants. The big waves wash away the sand and the steel is made into steel. If those who are not firm in mind and will can't even overcome the blow in front of them and cheer up again, then they will not be able to become truly strong throughout their lives. , for such a weakling, what is the use of the hundreds of major cities in the Eastern Land coming?
"However, although you are no longer trash..."
Wei Xiong, with sharp eyes, spoke slowly, his eyes scanning the faces of every young man holding the Jade Seal of the Hundred Cities, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.
Following Wei Xiong's words, the hearts of dozens of young monks became tense again!
"Although you are no longer trash, you are still far from a real genius. But don't worry, I will still give you another chance to prove yourself. This is the second and final stage of the Hundred Cities War. Whether you can become a true genius and shine your own light depends on whether you can seize the next last chance."
When these words reached the ears of dozens of young monks, it was as if a volcano was about to erupt in their hearts, and their awe-inspiring fighting spirit and boiling blood instantly ignited!
"Is the final battle of the Hundred Cities War finally coming..."
Ye Wuque, with eyes as bright as lightning, murmured to himself, stroking his storage ring with his fingers. Ye Wuque told himself in his heart that no matter how cruel the final battle was, he would definitely win. Only in this way, he might
Only then can we have the opportunity to meet the mysterious and unpredictable Lord of the First Main City, and then we can ask the Lord about the Blood Dragon Jade and information about Uncle Fu.
Therefore, he cannot lose, he can only win all the way to the end!
"Before the final battle, put away your Hundred Cities Jade Seal. You have three days to recover from your injuries and adjust your condition. After three days, I hope you will be in peak condition to face the final battle."
As these words fell, several figures fell from the sky behind Wei Xiong, and each entered Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak respectively. Because in these two inheritance places, there are still many people who have died due to serious injuries.
Although some of the monks who lost the ability to move upgraded their own Hundred Cities Jade Seal to purple, they did not come to Wei Xiong in time at the final moment within three days and three nights, so they could only fail with great regret.
Among the two figures who entered Yuanyang Hall, one was an old man with white hair and a gloomy face. This man was none other than the city lord of Zihuo City, Zhou Lieyang.
"Buzz"
Just when Wei Xiong was about to take all the young geniuses across the space gate to the place where they could heal and rest, an angry old voice suddenly sounded from Yuanyang Hall!
"I am reporting to the second city lord, Ye Wuque, the main city of Longguang who inherited the inheritance of Yuanyang. This son has committed a heinous crime. His methods in Yuanyang Palace are ruthless and cruel. He must not be easily forgiven!"
The old voice echoed in all directions and reached everyone's ears in an instant. Wei Xiong's figure also paused slightly at this moment.
Ye Wuque, who heard these words clearly in his ears, narrowed his eyes, and immediately the cold light became bright!
Because he saw the old man with white hair who had just entered the Yuanyang Hall and rushed out very quickly with a person in his arms. The person's eyes were lifeless and his face was empty and desperate. He only seemed to be repeating a name in his mouth.
It's Zhou Huo.
Another old man following Zhou Lieyang had an equally gloomy face. Within the Yuanli aperture in front of him lay nearly twenty young monks who had passed out. All of these young monks who had passed out were covered in blood, and their faces were covered in blood.
Twisted in extreme pain, Shen Yushu, the red-haired young man was among them!