In just a dozen breaths, the true warriors of the Dai Viet Dynasty were completely defeated.
The two elders of the Mo Luo Sect, together with ten talented disciples of the younger generation, rushed to the entrance of Tianlong Terrace.
Without waiting for the instructions of the two elders, the ten junior geniuses of the Moluo Sect passed through the entrance one by one and entered the Tianlong Platform.
"Ha ha ha ha……!"
"What a proud son of the top ten forces!"
"Watch carefully and see how our talented disciples from the Demonic Sect sweep across them!"
When the last disciple of the Demon Sect entered Tianlong Terrace, the two elders of the Demon Sect laughed and felt very happy.
"withdraw--!"
In the vast black air, the voice of the Demon Lord resounded.
The two elders of the Mo Luo Sect immediately rose into the sky and gathered with the other eight elders.
The ten elders of the Mo Luo Sect gathered together, and under the leadership of the leader of the Eighth Level True Tao, Mo Luo, they formed a crushing force against the twelve powerful seventh-level True Taoists from the Dai Viet Dynasty.
Boom boom boom boom…
A series of explosions sounded, and the twelve true seventh-level powerhouses all retreated and were completely suppressed.
The Demonic Sect, which had the upper hand in the battle, did not pursue pursuit. Instead, they rose into the sky one by one and drilled out of the holes in the sky.
Leader Mo Luo put away the magic word flag, and immediately the void returned to its original state, and the formation light gang quickly closed.
"More Sky, see you next time!"
The billowing demonic energy was like a black light, fleeing into the distance.
The voice of the leader of the Demon Lord was very loud at the beginning, but the sound of the last word has become deeper, which shows how fast the speed is.
The ten elders of the Moluo Sect, following the leader of the Moluo Sect, also streaked across the sky like streams of light one by one.
Yue Cangqiong and other strong men rushed into the sky. Looking at the strong men of the Maruo Sect going away, they could only sigh in anger.
"This time, I have laid a dragnet and waited for the evil people from the Demon Sect to show up before giving them a heavy blow!"
"I didn't expect...the leader of Demon Luo actually broke through to the eighth level of the true way. He miscalculated! He miscalculated!"
Emperor Yue Cangqiong of the Dai Viet Dynasty shouted coldly, with a look of worry in his eyes.
There are nine realms of martial arts, one realm and one heaven.
The same is true for the ninth level of the true way, and the lifespan of each level differs by a hundred years, and the difference in strength is also greater.
When the leader of the Demonic Way stepped into the eighth level of the True Dao, his strength reached another level. This was very bad news for the Dai Viet Dynasty.
This means that the threat of the Maruo Cult has greatly increased.
In the capital of the King of Dayue, a stream of light quickly flew toward Tianlong Terrace and arrived soon.
The person who came was an old man wearing a green robe, with white hair already on his temples.
But his aura was as deep as the river and the sea, revealing that he was as powerful as the leader of the Demon Luo, and that he was an eighth-level powerhouse of the true way.
"Fuck Uncle Emperor!"
The emperor of the Dai Viet Dynasty looked up to the sky, and the old man in green robes in front of him also looked respectful.
This is an old antique from the Yue clan, named Yue Zhenqian. He has lived for more than seven hundred years. He is nearly three hundred years older than the emperor Yue Cangqiong and has a very high status.
This person usually sits in the capital of Dayue Kingdom and rarely shows up.
"Why are you asking me for help?"
Yue Zhenqian glanced at Yue Cangqiong and said.
"Uncle Qianhuang, the leader of the Demon Luo Cult just now led the ten elders to break through our defense line and sent ten of the descendants of the Demon Luo Cult into the Tianlong Platform!"
"Master Mo Luo's cultivation has broken through the eighth level of the true way, we can't resist it!"
The road beyond the sky.
"What……?"
"Where are the evil people from the Maruo Sect?"
Yue Zhenqian was shocked and shouted.
"Already escaped!"
Yue Cangqiong lowered his head and said.
"Immediately give an order to the younger generation of geniuses in Tianlong Taichung to defeat the disciples of the Demon Sect!"
"No matter what, we cannot allow the disciples of the Demon Sect to break into the top ten, and we must never allow the disciples of the Demon Sect to enter the True Dragon Secret Realm."
"Today, I am personally stationed here and will definitely kill all the eliminated disciples of the Demon Sect!"
Yue Zhenqian looked stern and shouted loudly.
After the Dragon Luck Battle in Tianlong Terrace ended, the top ten received 99% of the Dragon Luck and were transported to the True Dragon Secret Realm.
The remaining people who share the one percent dragon luck will be sent outside the entrance of Tianlong Terrace.
As long as the disciples of the Demonic Sect do not enter the top ten, even if they are contaminated with dragon luck, they will die as soon as they leave Tianlong Terrace.
With Yue Zhenqian stationed here, even if the leader of the Mo Luo Cult comes in person, he can't even think of rescuing these disciples of the Mo Luo Cult.
The leader of Mo Luo sent ten young geniuses to the Tianlong Platform. It was also a ruthless move that put these young geniuses in a narrow escape.
If you break into the top ten, you will be able to enter the True Dragon Secret Realm. Not only can you survive, but you may also gain great benefits.
If you don't make it into the top ten, you will be eliminated from the Tianlong Platform and you will definitely die. Even the leader of the Demon Luo can't save you.
"Ha ha ha ha……!"
"The old immortals of the Yue family, the proud sons of the top ten forces of yours, in the eyes of me, Gai Shura, they are all bullshit!"
"Just because they want to stop the genius of our Saint Luo Sect is simply wishful thinking!"
"You old man, just watch it carefully from outside Tianlong Terrace."
"Look at how I, the blood-sword Gai Shura, trample you, the proud sons of shit, under my feet one by one! Let them howl under my blood-sword!"
In the Tianlong Tower, a disciple of the Maruo Sect laughed.
'Blood Knife' Gai Shura is the leader of the ten genius disciples of the Demon Sect. He is tall and has a face as sharp as a knife. His arms hang down past his knees, and his two palms are larger than those of an ordinary person. He is extremely talented.
After Gaishuluo finished speaking, the other disciples of the Demon Sect also burst into laughter.
Although they knew that if they didn't make it into the top ten, they would be doomed, but they were not afraid of death. In other words, they were very confident in their own strength and believed that they could break into the top ten. They showed no fear.
The restrictions of Tianlong Terrace divide the warriors who enter it into spaces, but these spaces do not block the sound.
Gai Shura's voice was loud and clear, and all the warriors near Tianlong Terrace could hear it clearly.
On the twelve peaks, countless warriors gasped.
Who is Yue Zhengan? He is an old antique who has lived for more than seven hundred years. He is a very senior member of the Yue family. Even the Emperor Yue Qianqiong must be respectful in front of him.
Gai Shura, who is only a younger disciple of the Demon Sect, actually called Yue Zhengan an "old and immortal man" in front of thousands of warriors. He was really audacious and extremely arrogant.
Even though he had worked in Yue Town for hundreds of years, his mentality had long been meek. He couldn't help but be furious when he was so humiliated by a descendant of the Yimoluo Sect.
"All the juniors in Tianlong Terrace, listen, if you let a junior from the Demonic Sect enter the top ten, you will all be punished if you leave Tianlong Terrace!"
"Especially this Gai Shura, if he can't be stopped by ten people, don't come out to see me!"
Yue Zhenqian roared angrily, erupting with terrifying power like a roiling river.
"The remaining people, enter Tianlong Terrace!"
Yue Cang Qiong stood in the sky and shouted loudly.