Chapter 153 The measure of the outstanding people in the East Desert, the ancient people
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buzzing
The four divine wheels hang high, as if the sky is outside the sky, intertwining legal principles and concluding ancient patterns.
The water-like glow rises and slopes down
Wang Teng and Emperor Ying merged into one, as if they were wearing a four-color battle suit. The geomantic omen, water, and fire on it were endlessly swaying, and the Great Destruction Qi was revealed.
Teng!
He stood up abruptly, put on his battle clothes, and his crown was dripping with auspiciousness. The dark sun was turning in his eyes, and the blood moon was dark, as if a god and demon had come from the ancient times.
Boom!
He waved his fist, and the four divine wheels behind him trembled violently, as if the world from all directions were rushing over, destroying thousands of things!
From within, colorful flowers burst out all over the sky, four true spirits rushed out, the clouds and mist stretched like the sea, the stars were bright and boundless, the yin and yang cut off the dusk, and the blood and fire were overwhelming.
The grand vision manifested, Wang Teng was like a heavenly king coming to the world, covering Qing Ming with his finger painting, and with one punch, the world tipped over, mountains and rivers rolled backwards, and everything was shattered.
Rumble!
The violent air flow was released, stretching for hundreds of miles in the sky, and drew a brilliant rainbow.
Not far away, many monks were alarmed and jumped into the air, their magic weapons shining brightly, and they looked here warily.
"Hey, that's Beidi. Is he practicing a technique?"
"He has just entered the Fourth Pole, right? One punch has such power?"
"Those four haloes of light are so dazzling, and there is great terror within them!"
People were surprised that Beidi was so talented that he impressed the past and present. After entering the Four Pole, he soared into the sky, leaving the younger generation behind.
An elder from the Holy Land asserted that if nothing unexpected happens, based on Beidi's talents, he would be able to reach the same status as the Holy Lords of the major Holy Lands, the leaders of major religions, and the heads of aristocratic families at the age of twenty or so.
Demonic talent, divine destiny!
All kinds of enviable auras are blessed on one person, and he is a legend, a living myth!
"It seems that Beidi possesses the Dao marks of the four true spirits, but it is a pity that he has never entered my holy land, otherwise no one in this generation of saints will be able to control him."
The elders of Sixiang Holy Land were filled with emotion and glanced at the Holy Son of Sixiang indifferently, making him feel on pins and needles.
"Why not grant him the position of guest minister or elder in the family, so as to bring us closer to the Wang family."
After a while, the Holy Son of Four Elephants spoke, which made the elder's eyes light up.
"That's right, since even the four major religions can be noticed by the Wang family, our Four Elephants Holy Land will never be rejected in forming an alliance with them."
The elder nodded slightly. Although this Holy Son was the first to be defeated among the ten heroes of the East Wasteland, it seems that he is not without merit...
Somehow, Sixiang Holy Son felt even more uncomfortable. He felt that he had been wronged.
"Senior brother, are the rumors true? Did you really fight against Beidi and not be at a disadvantage in ten moves?"
In the gambling stone square of Dayan Holy Land, a group of disciples who had not participated in the Qingyun Banquet surrounded Xiang Yifei and asked excitedly.
A female disciple asked out of curiosity, is her Holy Son really that strong? Can he fight Beidi in ten moves without losing?
That person is rumored to be the supreme genius who rivals all the evildoers of ancient and modern times! With one against ten, he suppresses the existence of the ten great saints!
"I·····"
Xiang Yifei opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, and he was so embarrassed. What was this feeling of humiliation but inexplicable happiness?
Looking at the expectant eyes of the junior brothers and sisters around him, he tried hard to remember
During the fight between myself and that Beidi, it seemed that there were not even ten encounters in total...
I don’t know if the actions of other saints during the fight count...
"Ahem, yes, Beidi is indeed as talented as the monsters of ancient and modern times. Senior Brother, I am also three points behind him. After a fierce fight, it took ten moves to gradually show his decline."
Xiang Yifei's face turned red, he coughed twice, and told the story of the fight in a serious manner.
"Wow! The Holy Son is so strong, he can actually succeed in ten moves! That's Beidi!"
"Yes, doesn't that mean that the Holy Son is stronger than the others?"
"Of course, our Dayan Holy Land is the oldest holy land!"
"It's just that, unlike Sixiang and Jiuxiao, they are super inferior!"
All the junior brothers and sisters showed admiration on their faces and surrounded Xiang Yifei in the center, chatting among themselves.
Very excited
"Hahaha, actually, it's not that exaggerated. The Holy Son of Yaoguang and the Young Master of Tianyao Palace are not weak either."
Xiang Yifei, the son of Dayan Saint, laughed, his heart became more and more weird, it seemed that it was different from what he thought...
"Donglai, you did a good job this time."
In the Daoyi Holy Land Auction House, Li Donglai's right arm has recovered and he is standing in front of the two elders with a strange look on his face.
"Yes, the last one was suppressed, which is better than the other nine saints."
The two old men nodded slightly and said seriously.
This time the top ten forces are embarrassingly tight, but it doesn't matter if they are embarrassed. I'm afraid only one of them will be embarrassed.
But things are different now. Everyone is embarrassed. As long as I perform better than you, then I am better than you, right?
In terms of good quality, these holy places may be mixed in quality, but in terms of bad quality, they are unique and no one can compare with them.
"Ah this..."
Li Donglai, the Holy Son of Daoyi, was speechless. He was indeed the last one to be suppressed, but it had nothing to do with the last defeat...
"Young Master! You are fine!"
In the Tianyao Palace, a group of old people surrounded Yao Yuekong and greeted him with concern, as if they were afraid that he would be harmed.
"I'm fine. It's just that I didn't expect that Beidi could reach the sky and reach the four extremes in one step. If you want to fight with him, you will have to practice hard for a while."
Yao Yuekong was a little unwilling, and he was very upset about the fact that ten of his own people besieged one person, but they were all suppressed.
He thought that the Heavenly Demon Body was unparalleled and could challenge the Holy Body, but today he was defeated by Wang Teng.
"The young master is indeed extraordinary, and he still wants to compete with Beidi!"
"Yes, the young master fought a bloody battle with Beidi and even left scars on his body. Among the ten people, only Holy Son of Yaoguang and our young master did this."
"Yes, I would say that the most outstanding people in the entire Eastern Wasteland are the Young Palace Master and the Holy Son of Yaoguang."
Several old people sang together, and the atmosphere suddenly became enthusiastic and strange.
Yao Yuekong was slightly startled, was that what I meant?
He looked at the three elders of his family and always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't place it, it was weird.
Overnight, the Holy City was filled with a strange atmosphere, and the ten major forces that participated in the Qingyun Banquet that day also had many disputes, arguing fiercely about something.
"Hmph, the Four Elephants Holy Land and the Nine Heavens Holy Land are really weak. My Holy Son from the Light Shaking Holy Land is the strongest!"
Some disciples from the Holy Land of Light have announced that they want to compete for the position of the Eastern Wilderness for their holy son.
"It's a joke. The young palace master of our clan once fought a bloody battle with Beidi, leaving blood marks on his body! How can you compare!"
This is a clan member of the Tianyao Palace. They are very proud and have brought out the story of the fight between Yao Yuekong and Wang Teng.
"Hmph! So what, they haven't all been suppressed yet! If you really want to say it, our Holy Son is the last one to be suppressed."
The disciples of Daoyi Holy Land did not want to miss it and carried Li Donglai out. Although he was the most seriously injured, he was indeed the last one to be suppressed.
"You're laughing so hard. You're being suppressed and you're bragging about how Li Donglai was beaten! If you really want to say it, you have to wait and see if I, the Holy Son of Dayan, can fight against Beidi in ten moves without falling behind. Can you do that? Hmm.
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The disciples of Dayan Holy Land quickly responded and wanted to compete.
"Don't argue, don't argue. I don't know who is the best, but the Holy Son of Four Symbols and the Holy Son of Nine Heavens are definitely the best!"
These are the children of the Jiang family. Although they did not participate in the Qingyun Banquet, they watched the whole process and jumped out to shout a few words.
In an instant, the situation was settled, and everyone unanimously agreed that Holy Son Jiuxiao and Holy Son Sixiang were the best.
Inside the Zuixian Palace
"Young Emperor, there have been a lot of rumors about you in the city recently."
The eleventh child of the Wang family smiled and teased Wang Teng.
"It's just a few factions throwing dirty water at each other. When they start competing, people will only remember the most shameful and dazzling ones, and naturally they won't care about the ones in the middle."
Wang Teng stood bathed in the sun, with four-colored auras coming out of his mouth and nose. It was very mysterious, as if he were a living creature.
Floating in the sky, it outlines the shapes of true spirits.
"They've been doing this for so many years, they've long been familiar with it."
The elder of the Golden Family shook his head and was a little speechless. This Donghuang was really different. The competition was too fierce.
Even in this kind of matter, you have to fight over it to protect your own face.
"Hahaha, it's just intentional. When we really want to fight, their fangs will never show mercy."
Wang Teng chuckled, the Holy Lands were certainly not fools, they just chose a way that was beneficial to themselves.
"Speaking of which, the return of your bloodline to your ancestors, Young Emperor, caused quite a stir a few days ago. I received a message a moment ago that someone from Yuanhu Lake wants to see you."
The eleventh son of the Wang family spoke up and informed Wang Teng that ten days had passed since the Qingyun Banquet ended.
When his bloodline returned to his ancestors, there was a feeling on the other side of the Primordial Lake, and now he sent a greeting card, hoping to meet him.
"There is also the Valley of the Spirits. Their young master Zi Tiandu has also been born."
The elders of the Golden Family also spoke in agreement. One family is a dying royal family, and the other is a prosperous royal family. They are both worthy of the royal family's friendship.
It depends on how the young emperor weighs the situation.
"Primitive Lake, Valley of the Spirits."
Wang Teng nodded slightly and thought about it. Naturally, the man from the original lake wanted to meet him.
Now that the Yuanhuang bloodline has been awakened, the opportunity to observe the Ancient Emperor's Sutra cannot be missed.
Zi Tiandu of the Valley of the Spirits, I had traveled with him for a period of time in the original timeline. We seemed to have a good relationship and were very supportive of the Wang family.
It's a pity that in the end, it was wiped out with the words "Zhang Lin, under Wu Shi's seat, will obey the emperor's decree to kill the Valley of the Gods" and became a tool to intimidate the ancient tribe.
However, judging from the current situation, it can develop a lot.
"Since people are here, let's meet them."
Wang Teng opened his mouth and decided to have some contact with the two major forces tomorrow.
The eleventh elder of the Wang family and the elder of the Golden family nodded and left together to discuss matters for tomorrow.
Since it is the royal family and royal family members, some scenes are indispensable.
He looked back and looked up at the sky. After achieving the Four-Pole Vientiane Skill, his body underwent another transformation. When his blood energy surged, the four divine wheels would appear and evolve into the sky.
With his enhanced combat power and the blessing of Emperor Yuan's bloodline, it would not be difficult for him to throw a mountain with his hand.
"Let's see tomorrow."
Wang Teng whispered, standing tall, his blue clothes reflected in the mottled sunlight, becoming darker and deeper.
Wow!
It's like a river tide is surging, white waves are rolling in, and white mist is rising.
A person stood there, looking as if he were a fairy.
The next day, in the Drunken Immortal Palace
Wang Teng met with people from the Valley of the Spirits and the Original Lake.
Their pomp was huge, the sky was rumbling, a purple chariot rushed towards them, and nine ancient giant beasts pulled the chariot, each one was like a hill, and the terrifying energy made people tremble.
More than a dozen ancient creatures opened the way, each with a fierce face, all covered with scales, some even had divine wings, and some had snake bodies without legs, and a demonic cloud rose up into the sky.
The Valley of the Spirits is one of the origins of the most powerful royal family in ancient times.
Two people arrived, Zi Tiandu and his sister
It was a purple-haired woman, like a flawless elf, even her pupils were purple, and her skin was as white as jade.
Her younger brother Zi Tiandu is also a handsome young man with purple hair shawl and eyes full of divine light.
The two of them were sitting at the table, looking curiously at Wang Teng who was sitting in the main seat.
This is the famous Northern Emperor in the Eastern Wasteland!
Sweeping the younger generation of Beiyuan and defeating the top ten heroes of Eastern Wasteland
On March 5th, Jingzhe, at the Qingyun Banquet, used the ten great saints as firewood, broke through the tribulation, entered the country, and reached the sky in one step!
Awesome!
He was as evil as the ancient emperor when he was young. This was the evaluation of him by the ancient clan.
He was very tall, which made the siblings full of curiosity about Wang Teng. Such a talented and beautiful person was only thirteen years old now.
Even a little smaller than them, but so extraordinary.
"The descendants of the Valley of the Spirits?"
The man who came from the original lake was an old man with gray hair. His eyes were intertwined with ancient lines, and he concluded the legal principles. He had a scene of the sky and the earth roaring, and the mountains and rivers collapsing.
This is an ancient powerful man, far beyond all the major sect leaders and holy masters, and has reached a terrifying state.
His eyes swept over Zi Tiandu and the two of them, but he didn't really care.
Although the Valley of the Spirits is one of the strongest royal families, as far as the ancient emperor's inheritance is concerned, it is just like that. Even if the original lake is now withered, it is not comparable to the other party.
"I've met senior."
The Zitiandu siblings bowed somewhat cautiously, and it was really stressful to sit with this old man from the Ancient God Lake.
"Haha, you don't have to be formal, come, come, drink together, drink together."
The eleventh son of the Wang family smiled and raised his jade-white porcelain cup. The wine inside rippled and spread its fragrance.
"Yes, it's rare to see each other. It's fate. Let's have a drink together."
The elders of the Golden Family spoke in agreement, stirring up the atmosphere at the banquet.
Drinking for three rounds
The old man from Ancient God Lake coughed slightly, and his eyes fell on Wang Teng, who was in the first place.
He looked carefully and realized that this young man was really extraordinary, even though the ancient bloodline in the Wang family had long since withered away.
But now, a person with amazing talent and beauty has appeared. His arrival in the Four Pole Realm touched his bloodline and caused him to return to his ancestors, reaching a level comparable to that of an ancient prince.
"Wang Teng, you are amazing. Your bloodline has returned to your ancestors to a level comparable to that of an ancient prince. Even among the clan, only Yuan Gu, the eighth generation grandson of Emperor Yuan, can compare with you."
The old man nodded and whispered, looking at Wang Teng with more and more eager eyes.
The original lake has withered for too long, and the only one who can use it to support the scene is the eighth generation Sun Yuangu. Now another Northern Emperor has been born, with a bloodline comparable to that of the ancient emperor's own son, and amazing talent and beauty.
He had already made up his mind and regarded Wang Teng as a tribesman of Yuanhu Lake. The connection of blood was stronger than anything else.
"Yuangu?"
Wang Teng smiled faintly. The eighth grandson of Emperor Yuan was indeed stunning, but he was only stunning.
"Yes, Yuan Gu is the eighth generation grandson of Emperor Yuan. He has extraordinary talents. Although he is not the direct son of the ancient emperor, his bloodline is as strong as that of the ancient prince."
Zi Tiandu spoke slowly. As one of the strongest royal families in the Divine Spirit Valley, he naturally had an understanding of the Primordial Lake.
The most outstanding one among their tribe is Yuan Gu.
But in the eyes of his elders, it seems that he is not as good as the Beidi in front of him.
"I came here this time because I hope you can go to the primitive lake with me. Now that your blood has returned to your ancestors, you are comparable to the ancient emperor's son, which is a great blessing for us.
The Primordial Lake has withered for too long, and you also have the blood of Emperor Yuan on your body, so you are naturally one of our tribesmen."
The old man was very solemn and looking forward to it, hoping that Wang Teng could recognize his bloodline and return to the Primordial Lake.
The Great Age is coming, and an eighth-generation Sun Yuangu is far from enough. Perhaps this Beidi can bring about different changes.
"He actually wants Beidi to join Primordial Lake?"
Zi Tiandu and his sister looked at each other, both of them were a little surprised. It seemed that the extent of Beidi's bloodline awakening was more terrifying than they thought.
Only the original lake, a descendant of Queen Yuan, can feel the power more clearly and come here.
Ta, da, da
Wang Teng was silent, tapping his knuckles on the jade-white square table, as if he was thinking.
The old man at Yuanhu Lake did not urge him, but quietly waited for a response.
The two Zitiandu siblings were a little stunned. That was a primitive lake of the ancient emperor's lineage! It was really unimaginable that there could be such an easy-going and amiable day.
"Can."
After a while, Wang Teng knuckled, raised his head slightly, and uttered one word, "Dingding Qiankun".
He agreed?!
Zitian and Zitian both trembled and looked at the old man in Yuanhu Lake.
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Today is a great day. Our Primordial Lake has returned a genius who is comparable to the ancient emperor's own son!"
The old man was very happy and drank three large cups in a row. The eleventh elder of the Wang family and the elder of the Golden family also laughed and agreed.
They all raised their glasses and drank together, and the scene was quite intense.
Not long after, Zi Tiandu also expressed their intention to come, hoping to form an alliance with the Wang family and help each other in the coming world.
"There is nothing you can't do."
Wang Teng's four-word response was very plain. Considering his current status, he can make many decisions on behalf of the Wang family and the Golden family.
Everything is up to you.
An alliance between major forces was achieved in such an ordinary way.
While pushing the cups and changing the cups, Wang Teng's heart remained calm and his eyes quietly stared at the two people in the Valley of the Spirits.
Zi Tiandu, a genius from the ancient royal family, is very strong; but now, he has only just started and is not taken seriously by Wang Teng.
His sister is very special, her talent is not inferior to Zi Tiandu's, and their realms are almost as different as each other.
The two of them smiled and signaled to Wang Teng, but they relaxed a lot.
After visiting the original lake and getting the Yuanhuang Sutra, it’s time to continue collecting the Nine Secrets.
He was thinking silently in his mind, planning his future itinerary, and already had arrangements.