Parting is always sad, but the road must move forward after all.
Shi Haoyuan left and embarked on a journey!
Each state is vast and vast, with hundreds of millions of miles from one end to the other, and the population base of living beings of all races is unimaginably huge.
If the three thousand states were added together, it would be impossible to count how many living beings there were. They would be countless.
Take Suizhou as an example, it is 230 million miles long from east to west and 80 million miles long from north to south. This is not a large area among the three thousand states. In the upper boundary, it is a middle-lower level state land.
This time, there are only eight million venerables who are eligible to sign up for the competition in a single sin state. This is the result of several selections, otherwise there will be more!
How could so many people be included in "Immortal Ancient"? You know, there are another 2,999 states.
Many people know that there is great fortune in Immortal Ancients, so they flock to sign up. Venerables from various religions and creatures from all races have tried their best to qualify themselves.
Shi Hao was in a daze. After he came out, he naturally understood the situation. There were eight million people participating in the competition in Zuizhou alone, which made him feel dizzy and extremely dizzy.
"How tragic this is, how many people will die in the end." He had a premonition that in the end, there would probably be mountains of bones, talents withered, and too many people dead.
An old man laughed and said: "Young man, you are overthinking. Didn't any elders in the clan tell you that it is not easy to enter the 'Immortal Ancient' and that the number of people is fixed? There will be no blood flowing into the river before entering."
.By the way, which religion are you from?"
"I know this." Shi Hao nodded and said, "But what will happen next, will it get more intense?"
Qi Daolin became the hands-off shopkeeper and didn't care about anything. Fortunately, Shi Hao had already inquired in many ways and learned a lot of things.
"Old man, I have to leave. I haven't qualified for the competition yet." Shi Hao turned around and left, otherwise it might be too late.
"Hurry up, it will start in two days, you are so calm." The old man said with a smile.
Shi Hao has not passed the first few levels of selection. Now if he wants to participate, he must have a "token" of the sect and be recognized as the most core disciple.
According to Qi Daolin, this is not a problem and is easy to obtain.
There are many races and orthodox traditions in Suizhou, but now many of them have disappeared, making it difficult for particularly powerful sages to compete. Therefore, these sects have become the targets of some people.
Shi Hao traveled far and visited more than a dozen declining orthodox traditions, only to find that they had been "patronized" by others a long time ago.
It wasn't until more than half a day later that I finally saw another sect, very desolate, appearing on a big mountain.
"Kunmen."
In front of the mountain gate, there is a huge stone with these two words written on it. This gate is so old that the bluestone steps on the mountain have been dented by trampling.
At the same time, it is really in decline. It is not much better than the Supreme Dojo.
A few ancient temples with cracks are the only buildings left. They may collapse at any time. I really don’t know how many years they have been there.
Here, there is only a bad old man and a young man, and no one else. When Shi Hao came, the young man was preparing to run away.
In his words, there was no way to stay in this ghost place, and there was no hope at all. He originally wanted to find some ancient books from the ruins here to bring Kunmen back to its glory, but this clever young man finally gave up.
The old man was holding a big yellow gourd of wine. He was drunk from drinking every day and his eyes were blurry. The young man who came in anger stared at him, unable to do anything.
After Shi Hao explained his purpose, the slovenly old man's eyes immediately lit up, and he shouted that he could make a deal and let the token out of the door.
This made the young man in Kunmen even more angry. This was too irresponsible and he didn't think about future generations. It further strengthened his idea of running away.
If it's a general large cult, you can directly send core disciples to participate. If it's a small cult, you'll need this kind of token.
The so-called "token" refers to the bone talisman brought back because the sect has participated in the competition and one of its disciples has achieved a good ranking. If you hold it and compete again, the sect can directly choose one as a gift.
"Young man, what do you want in exchange?" the old man asked with a smile.
"Ten elixirs." Shi Hao said.
"This token of mine is not ordinary. It has a great background. The value of such an exchange is too low." The old man said.
"What's the origin?" Shi Hao asked.
"This token was brought back by a disciple who once ranked in the million and tens of thousands. He ranked very high. It's a pity that it's only a few tens of thousands. If you entered the top one million, you wouldn't even be able to pass this test.
You don’t need to participate, you can enter Immortal Ancient directly.” The old man laughed.
Shi Hao was speechless. Ranked in the tens of thousands, how dare he say it was at the top? If he didn't really need it, he would have turned around and left.
"Young man, don't underestimate me. How many people from the Three Thousand States of the Upper Realm participate in the competition every time? Do you know how many can enter the Immortal Ancient? This ranking is definitely very high!" said the old man.
"This... what era did people leave behind?" Shi Hao wiped his sweat.
"It must have been hundreds of thousands of years ago. At that time, our sect ranked around a thousand in Sinzhou." The old man said, holding the wine gourd and taking a few more sips.
It’s really a declining ancient religion!
"One price, four divine magic weapons!" the old man said.
Shi Hao was startled. He really dared to open his mouth. He dared to ask for four pieces of magical weapons of this level. He thought for a while and said: "One piece."
"Three pieces, no more," the old man said.
The young man next to him was ashamed, thinking that this was really a misfortune for the sect. The old man had lost all his generals and was actually bargaining with others.
"Master, can you please stop doing this? We can keep that token for our own use," the young man said.
"What are you keeping? Is it something you can use for such a young person? Are you keeping it for eighteen generations of descendants?" The old man touched his lees-stained nose and glared.
"But..." the young man wanted to speak.
"It's nothing, it's just smoke and smoke that catches the eye. It's better to exchange it for wine." The old man said.
The young man is angry!
"Forget it, little brother, let's do this. It's a divine magic weapon and a treasure technique. You can take this thing. Otherwise, don't think too much about it." The old man said.
Shi Hao didn't say any more. After arriving in the upper realm, he wandered between life and death, fighting non-stop. Naturally, there was no shortage of divine magic weapons. As for the magic, he directly gave him the Jinpeng magic he got in Butian Pavilion. Of course, it was a little incomplete.
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"Dapeng's method is not bad. It is closely related to my Kunmen. It is a very good method. It's a pity that it is not the Kunpeng method." The old man was extremely happy.
Shi Hao looked at him sideways, returning Kunpeng's method was just a token, and he thought too much.
The young man's eyes widened. There was no magic left in the door, which had always made him very angry. Now he finally saw a very powerful magic.
When Shi Hao took out a divine magic weapon, not only the old man's eyes lit up, but also the young man who was about to run away also widened his eyes and was not ready to leave.
"Master, why are you so bright-eyed? Didn't you say that we in Kunmen had piles of magical artifacts from the past? You might be able to dig out a basket of them one day." The young man said.
"Ahem. You can drink wine again." The old man smiled.
"Ah, old man, if you dare to do this, I will apostatize!" the young man shouted.
After the transaction was successful, Shi Hao stayed here for a short time. He found that the mountains and rivers here were extraordinary. If it was arranged well, it would be a good treasure place.
"It should be repaired." Shi Hao said.
"What do you need to rest? The bright moon in the sky and the beautiful scenery in the mountains. To you, it looks like wind, flowers, snow, moonlight, and flowers that catch your eye. To me, it's just glitz and smoke. It's far less substantial than firewood and rice, and it's not as good as wine."
The old man said casually, turned around and walked into an ancient palace, holding the wine gourd to drink.
Shi Hao's heart moved, this old man was a little weird.
"Don't look at it. He knows how to pretend to be a ghost. That's how I was deceived by him. He also said that he has lived for many years and even wants to die. He claims to be immortal. I'll go!" the young man said angrily.
"Immortal, Kunmen." Shi Hao's heart was shocked.
However, there was no time, so he could not stay and turned around and left.
Shi Hao crossed the void, headed for his destination, and made preparations.
One day later, a whine sounded, shaking Sinzhou!
The horn has sounded and the competition has begun.
This is a huge dojo, boundless, opened by the predecessors, with many shining runes.
Everyone entered the venue and sat down cross-legged. Eight million people were boundless, but they all sat down here. There was still a big distance between them. This shows how extraordinary the dojo is.
"In the spiritual world, there is an area exclusive to our Sin State. You can only stay there for one day, because there is no time to waste. Fight out 10,000 people and then go directly into the vast no man's land."
Someone announced, and everyone heard it clearly.
The spiritual world is a vast and magnificent world built by the spirit of the ancient gods. It is similar to the False God Realm in the lower world, but it is more grand and has a different name.
In just one day, the quota will be decided. Only 10,000 people will be left out of 8 million people, which shows how cruel it is.
Fortunately, this is done in the spiritual world. Generally speaking, there will be no death, and you can be resurrected in the real world after defeat.
However, the time given is really short.
In the words of the top management, there is no time to waste here. The real strong people must hurry up and enter the vast no man's land!
The dojo is very complicated, with various patterns. No one from the outside can interfere. The last ten thousand people will be transported directly from this dojo. Everything is judged and operated by the formation itself.
This is true in all states to prevent anyone from being unruly and tampering.
"start!"
With a bang, chaotic energy surged above the dojo, and the void twisted and blurred. Finally, huge portals appeared one after another and opened directly.
This made Shi Hao's brows jump. This way of opening the spiritual world is more real than the virtual god world in the lower world, and it is more like an independent world.
After arriving in the upper realm, this was the first time he wanted to enter.
It was very real, as if a real world had opened up. This made Shi Hao's heart spin, but he had no time to worry about it now.
"The spirit world, the virtual god world...Master Bird, Master Jingbi still lacks a treasure skill from me." Shi Hao said to himself.
With a cry, eight million lights and shadows soared into the sky, submerged into the giant doors one after another, and entered the spiritual world. This scene was so spectacular that it made people jaw-dropping.
The war finally begins!
Meanwhile, other states are doing the same.
"Hahaha...how many years have passed, my Jundao has revived again." Who knows how many millions of miles away, under the continuous snow-capped mountains, someone has been resurrected in an ice cave.
He has purple hair, strange eyes, and a terrifying aura. It is hard for people to imagine that he is a venerable person who makes even gods fear him!
Some people don't need to compete or undergo tests at all, because they have proven everything many lives ago and can go straight to the immortal world.
At the same time, another ancient state was covered with volcanoes. One of them was different, with steaming auspicious air. A red ancient coffin emerged from the magma, erupting with a shocking aura.
The coffin lid was released with a click, revealing a woman of unparalleled splendor, arrogant to the heavens and the earth, with long fiery red hair flying, and a tall figure radiating holy light.
"Stepping out of the coffin of life again, this should be the last time, everything will end at the last chance." She was also a Venerable, but her voice was clear and clear, shaking the whole sky.
At the same moment, there was a crystal dragon palace in the vast sea. Someone also revived and opened his eyes. The beam of light shot up into the sky like a rainbow and covered the sky.
That's just... the look!
This is a woman with dragon horns on her head, rising from the bottom of the sea to the sky.
At this moment, some ancient places in Sanqianzhou are shining brightly, penetrating the sky and the earth.
The war has begun, and the most beautiful creatures hidden in the ancient snow have revived!