140. Chapter 140 Chapter 0139 The rules have to be changed in a short time
Of the hundreds of clans, ninety-six were present.
Those who have not yet arrived are naturally the Huang family, the Mo family, and the Ye family, which ranks among the top ten in the Hundred Genealogy. Because the Kong family was wiped out, his qualifications for the Hundred Genealogy were cancelled.
Because these three clans had not arrived, the attack of the hundreds of clans could not be carried out on time, which also made the millions of warriors below start to become restless.
Time passed little by little, and the young warrior standing below the martial arts stage called out to the three clans several times, but no one responded.
The old man in white robe hanging high in the sky was motionless, his head raised into the distance.
"Don't wait any longer."
Half an hour passed, and the millions of warriors below could no longer wait any longer. A middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd and said loudly: "The Mo family is just a declining clan, and the Huang clan has been wiped out long ago. What's left is
Let’s talk about the Ye family, whether they like it or not.”
"Who said the Huang clan was wiped out?"
A gloomy voice fell, and a figure suddenly flashed behind the million warriors. Before everyone could recover, Huang Yuprio's fat figure flashed over and landed steadily on the martial arts stage.
The Huang Yu prisoner who landed on the martial arts stage held the flag of the Huang clan, and after coldly scanning the crowd below, he said loudly: "As long as I, the Huang Yu prisoner, am still here, the Huang family will never be destroyed." After that, he
They turned around and walked towards the place belonging to their clan, holding the flag in one hand and holding the arm of the chair with the other and sat down.
"Mo Family, Mo Qing is here!"
There was another loud roar, and then Mo Qing landed from the sky on the martial arts stage.
"Brother Mo Qing, you are finally here."
Jiashu saw Mo Qing appear and quickly stood up to meet him. However, when he walked in front of Mo Qing, a pungent smell of blood hit his nose. Smelling the pungent smell of blood, he frowned.
He lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on?"
Before Mo Qing could speak, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd below, and then the crowded crowd quickly dispersed, leaving three young men standing proudly in the center.
"Haha, Brother Jiashu, let me tell you what's going on," the man walking in front stepped forward and continued: "While everyone was heading here, drastic changes occurred in the Mo family. Not to mention the collapse of the fingertip tower, the entire Mo family
Now there is only one Mo Qing left."
"Ye Feng!"
Hearing the sound and looking around, Jiashu and Mo Qing's pupils tightened. The newly appointed chief of the Ye clan, who had not appeared for a long time, was obviously waiting for this opportunity. Before Jiashu and Mo Qing could recover, they saw someone wearing black clothes.
He stepped out wearing a military uniform and appeared on the martial arts stage. After taking a look at Mo Qing, he suddenly shook his head and smiled, saying: "No, it should be half Mo Qing!"
Still not giving Mo Qing a chance to speak, Ye Feng suddenly leaned into his ear and said with an evil smile: "Can you, who is seriously injured, make the Mo family rise?"
"Try?"
Mo Qing slowly raised his head, looked at Ye Feng coldly, and immediately pressed the hilt of the sword with his big hand.
roar…
Suddenly, a sound that resounded across the entire plain came from the high slope, and then, a black shadow flashed down.
The old man in white robes high in the sky heard the sound and his pupils tightened.
At the same time, the black-robed warrior standing on the martial arts stage rose into the air and struck the black shadow with a palm from the air.
boom!
A circle of terrifying air waves spread, and as the black shadow shot out, it slammed into the barrier blocking the exit of the canyon.
Millions of warriors on the ground and experts from hundreds of tribes all looked up to form the barrier. They saw a three-foot-tall beast clinging to the barrier. From a distance, it looked like it was hanging high in the air, bringing a violent shock to everyone.
breath.
On the other side of the barrier is the sky full of yellow sand roaring up the high slopes.
"Hurricanemon!"
Looking at the huge figure clinging to the barrier, the old man in black robe secretly took a breath of cold air. How could this ferocious beast appear here? Hasn't it been active deep in the cemetery of gods and demons?
"roar!"
The hurricane beast clinging to the barrier roared again, and at the same time it bowed and ejected, rushing toward the black-robed old man like lightning.
brush…
The ink-colored sword energy bloomed in the air, penetrated the hurricane beast's body, disappeared into the barrier, and disappeared.
"hiss…"
The hurricane beast, whose body was slashed by the sword energy, screamed in agony, then turned around and rushed towards Mo Qing who drew his sword.
Before Mo Qing could draw his sword again, Ye Feng jumped into the air to meet him.
However, just as Ye Feng soared into the air, the hurricane beast that jumped down at high speed suddenly split into two and landed on the martial arts stage with blood mist all over the sky.
Seeing this, Ye Feng, who was high up in the sky, gave a thumbs up to Mo Qing on the martial arts stage and said: "Good swordsmanship."
"Excellent."
Mo Qing slightly arched his hands, sheathed his sword and stepped towards the position belonging to the Mo family.
The appearance of the episode of Hurricane Beast caused a flash of worry in the eyes of the white-robed old man who was high up in the sky. How could the Hurricane Beast, a ferocious beast that stalks the cemetery of gods and demons, appear at this time? Could it be that something happened in the cemetery of gods and demons?
thing?
"All races will come together."
Putting away the worries in his heart, the old man in white robe jumped down onto the martial arts stage, and then said: "The attack conference begins!"
"slow!"
Chen Sayi stood up again, shouted loudly, took two steps forward, and said in a deep voice: "The rules of the Hundred Clans Attack Conference are too cumbersome, and the process is even longer. The rules must be changed, the time must be short, and the people present must be
Millions of warriors must participate."
"Can you change the rules if you just ask?" Ye Feng took the words, stood up and continued: "Or are you afraid? If you are afraid, just say it, no one will laugh at you, but your Chen family will be from a hundred years ago
The genealogy disappears.”
"Of course it's not something I can change if I say I can." Chen Saiyi stepped to the edge of the martial arts stage, faced the millions of warriors below, raised his voice and said, "If the millions of comrades below all agree with what I say,
To change or not to change?”
"Stop dilly-dallying," someone in the crowd below yelled, "please tell us what you have to say."
"I believe many people here should know that there is a place in the cemetery of gods and demons called the Blood Prison," Chen Saiyi curled up his lips with a hint of evil charm, and then said loudly: "Our goal is the Blood Prison, be the first to arrive
Among the clans in the Blood Prison, he is number one among the hundreds of genealogies."
"You're crazy."
The old man in white robe suddenly spoke up and stopped him: "You can't go to Blood Prison..."
"Afraid?"
Chen Saiyi suddenly turned around, looked at the white-robed old man coldly, and said sternly: "If you are afraid of death, don't come here. There are tens of billions of people in Beidou Continent and millions of warriors, but no one dares to go to the cemetery of gods and demons. So, even if you take
To be number one in the Hundred Genealogy is just a waste of fame. Only those who can enter the cemetery of gods and demons and come out alive are the real strong ones. The competition for bullshit Hundreds of Genealogy here is just a game for a group of weaklings."
"Let me say something here. The competition for hundreds of genealogies is based on the rules you set. No matter who takes the first place, I, Chen Sayi, will be the first to refuse. Only the clan that can enter the Blood Hell and retreat calmly can be convinced.
"
Hearing Chen Sayi's words, the Ghost King narrowed his eyes with a profound look on his face. Jiashu, Ye Feng and Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with stars. It was indeed a desirable thing for millions of people to go to the cemetery of gods and demons.
Son.
One thing Chen Sayi said is true. Warriors who can calmly enter the cemetery of gods and demons and escape unscathed will be respected by mainland warriors, because in the eyes of mainland warriors, anyone who dares to break into the cemetery of gods and demons
All are heroes.
"This seems like a fun thing to do."
Ye Feng stood up, bowed slightly to the old man in white robe, and then said: "The rules of the attack of hundreds of tribes should be changed. The cemetery of gods and demons is scary, but it is also a good place to prove one's strength."
In a good place, the old man in white robe was slightly startled, then shook his head and looked at the old man in black robe with a wry smile.
The old man in black robe did not speak and nodded slightly.
"Haha, this is the real attack of hundreds of tribes." Seeing the old man in black robe nodding, Chen Sayi laughed twice and said loudly to the millions of warriors below: "Those who are afraid of death stay, those who want glory, blood
See you in prison."
"See you in Blood Hell!"
Millions of warriors roared in unison. Many of them were originally afraid, but their blood boiled at the roar of millions of people, and they responded with the crowd.
The cemetery of gods and demons is certainly terrifying, but millions of troops can’t level it?
Hearing the response of the millions of warriors below, the old man in white robe secretly sighed in his heart. He knew that if he went to the Blood Prison, he would have to face not only the strange things in the depths of the wilderness, but also the human hearts of these millions of warriors!
"That's all, leave it to you. Mr. Black Robe and I will wait for you all to arrive in the Blood Prison, so you can take care of yourself!"
The old man in white robes rose into the air, stood on the edge of the high slope, pointed at the barrier that sealed the exit of the canyon, and then said: "But those who want to go to Blood Prison must pass this level first!"
As he finished speaking, the old man in white robe suddenly pressed his hand on the barrier. As he pressed his palm, the invisible barrier suddenly rippled, and then suddenly disappeared!
boom!
As soon as the barrier disappeared, the powerful wind in the canyon suddenly swept down the millions of warriors with yellow sand and bones all over the sky.
"Damn it!"
When the warriors of the hundreds of tribes on the martial arts stage saw this, they all screamed in surprise, and then, one after another, figures rose into the sky and flew away to meet the violent wind.
The hurricane rushing out of the canyon like a flood roared past and headed straight to the end of the plain. In an instant, millions of warriors were as panicked as ants, scurrying against the yellow sand in the strong wind.
The weaker ones were swallowed up by the strong wind and drowned by the yellow sand in an instant.
Half of the millions of people lay down in the blink of an eye. The remaining half successfully avoided the threat of strong wind and yellow sand and climbed up the high slope, advancing towards the depths of the wilderness.
The strong wind passed by, but the yellow sand remained the same.
Looking at the densely packed warriors submerged in the yellow sand, the old man in white robe shook his head and sighed, with such strength, do you still want to go to the Blood Prison?
"who?"
Suddenly, the old man in white robe raised his head and shouted loudly, and the old man in black robe flashed out without saying a word.
Above the sky, Taiqu was swinging leisurely, blinking his small eyes at the old man in white robe like a ghost. When he saw the old man in black robe rushing towards him, he quickly jumped to the ground and stretched out his hand to stop the old man in black robe.
Said: "What a violent black dragon."
"Taiqu!"
The old man in black robe was slightly startled, and then he retreated from the old man in white robe.
"Haha, Lord Bai Zhai, Black Dragon Envoy, how have you been these past thousand years?"
Lord Bai Zhai, the Black Dragon Envoy, the founder of the Hundred Tribes, the only remaining peerless strong man in the mainland, never participates in any battles, and only lives for the Hundred Tribes.
"I know why the hurricane beast appears here. It turns out you are causing trouble."
Taking a look at Taiqu, who was still as wretched as before, a trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of the old man in white robes, and then he said coldly: "When hundreds of tribes attack, you have to come out and cause trouble every time. You are so idle."
"Haha, you two have peerless cultivation, but you just choose to write the genealogy of hundreds of families to check and balance the hundreds of families. Aren't you so idle?"
Balls hurt?
The two old men, black and white, blinked in confusion.
"Ah ha, new knowledge. I have a lot of fun stuff here. Do you want to learn it?"