Until the eighth prayer, only eighteen ancestors recognized it.
"Alas, it failed."
"Absolute failure. At most twenty ancestors will approve the ninth prayer."
Seeing this scene, everyone shook their heads.
The ninth worship was recognized by the nineteen ancestors.
Huang Gan looked up and saw this scene, his face turned pale.
He returned to the crowd in despair.
The Intermediate Holy Saint cannot be recognized by the thirty ancestors, so the fight for the Holy Son can be imagined.
Chen Ling was also secretly speechless.
That Huang Gan, whose cultivation has reached the intermediate level of the Holy Saint, is naturally not weak in talent, and also has a powerful bloodline of swallowing the sky. If he appeared in Wuzhou, he would probably be defeated by the high-level Holy Saint or even stronger guys.
Here, even the minimum standards approved by the thirty ancestors are not met.
fear.
In shock, Chen Ling was also ready to make a move.
He guessed that he would definitely pass this first level.
After all, he has obtained the power of the ancestors and the manifestation of the ancestors. At least more than half of the ancestors must recognize him.
Next, the third, the fourth, the fifth...
In addition to Huangman, two more people were recognized, namely the thirty-nine ancestors and the thirty-six ancestors.
As time goes by, there are more and more losers.
Finally, when one person walked out, the crowd fell silent for an instant.
This strange scene made Chen Ling look at this person in surprise.
With a slender figure and handsome eyebrows, he is extremely handsome and elegant.
He has a high level of cultivation, giving people an extremely powerful intimidation.
That kind of sharpness was different from ordinary sharpness, and it made Chen Ling feel like a knife with a slightly restrained edge.
who is he?
"His name is Huang Tian Dao. He is one of the top geniuses among the younger generation, and he is also the number one swordsman among the young people in the clan." Huang Jue came to Chen Ling at some unknown time and suddenly spoke.
Chen Ling was startled, glanced at Huang Jue, and then stared at Huang Tian Dao again.
"I didn't expect you to have your ancestors appear one after another. Even if you fight for the Holy Son, you won't make much noise." Huang Jue looked at Chen Ling with shock.
"I didn't expect it either, but this saves me a lot of trouble." Chen Ling smiled and said: "You won't give up in the fight for the Holy Son, right?"
"Of course not." Huang Jue narrowed his eyes with a look of pride on his face.
Now he is the younger generation in the clan and one of the top ones. How could the Holy Son give up the fight?
"Desolate Sky Sword, pay homage to the ancestors."
The sound of Huang Tian Dao sounded, and Chen Ling and Huang Jue immediately stared at each other, no longer talking.
At this moment, everyone is watching.
"The Wild Sky Sword will definitely pass, but I don't know how many ancestors it will reach. After a long time, there are still no more than forty."
Someone whispered.
First prayer.
Whoosh!
The ten spiritual positions immediately lighted up.
Second prayer, eight people.
Third prayer, five people.
The fourth prayer, five people.
Fifth prayer, number ten.
"Hey, you're already thirty-eight, and this is your fifth prayer."
"fear."
"As expected of the Wild Sky Sword, it is really powerful."
Everyone gasped and were shocked.
On the fifth day of worship, he has already reached the thirty-eighth rank. He is the only one among the dozens of geniuses from the beginning to now.
In the sixth prayer, there were nine people, and the total number reached forty-seven.
The seventh prayer, five people, total fifty-two.
The eighth and ninth rak'ahs, the total number is sixty-seven.
Approved by sixty-seven ancestors.
There was a look of disappointment on Huangtian Dao's face.
Sixty-seven, he was not satisfied.
Taking a deep breath, Huang Tian Dao slowly walked into the crowd.
"Sixty-seven, awesome."
Chen Ling praised.
"How do you compare with him?" Chen Ling suddenly looked at Huang Jue and smiled curiously.
Huang Jue smiled faintly and said: "Probably, almost."
Hearing this, Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly.
Whoosh!
A graceful figure walked out quickly.
"Female?" Chen Ling's eyes widened.
He is still a high-level saint.
The girl is slim and graceful, wearing a long moon-white dress, revealing two slender legs and jade feet as thin as snow, which are straight and slender. Her face is even more beautiful, with a unique temperament, like a fairy in the sky.
As the girl walked out, there was a faint commotion in the crowd. Chen Ling saw that many young people's expressions became excited and their eyes were fiery.
"who is she?"
Chen Ling looked at Huang Jue.
The latter looked at the girl blankly, with a touch of passion and tenderness flashing in his eyes.
"Fuck."
Chen Ling's eyes widened.
"Ahem, um, do you like her?" Chen Ling coughed and lowered his voice.
Huang Jue woke up suddenly, glared at Chen Ling, and said, "Nonsense."
Chen Ling couldn't help laughing.
"Huang Luoyue, pay homage to our ancestors."
A crisp voice sounded, and the girl paid her respects.
One bow, two bows, three bows... the spiritual bits one after another lit up quickly and violently, visible to the naked eye.
In the end, Nine Bows was recognized by sixty-one ancestors.
This number is already terrifying.
Afterwards, several more people came out, all of whom were high-level saints. The number of recognized spiritual positions was also above sixty, and some even reached seventy.
"It's my turn."
One person stepped back, Huang Jue narrowed his eyes, and then walked out like lightning.
Chen Ling couldn't help but look forward to it.
"Huang Jue, he finally came out."
"I don't know how much Brother Huang Jue can get, but at least it won't be less than sixty."
As Huang Jue walked out, many people in the crowd had deep awe and admiration in their eyes.
Obviously, Huang Jue has quite a reputation among the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan.
Those who had passed through before had a look of fear when they saw the wilderness.
"Huang Jue, pay homage to our ancestors."
At the edge of the altar, a touch of imperceptible relief flashed across the face of the Human Saint King.
Huang Jue was taught by him personally, and reaching this point is inseparable from the latter's step-by-step efforts.
One bow, ten people.
Two bows, ten people.
Three bows, ten people.
Four bows, ten people.
…
"hiss……"
Chen Ling's eyes widened and he stared blankly at Huang Jue's greeting. He couldn't help but take a breath as the crowd gathered.
Too appalling.
One bow to ten people, one bow to ten people.
The last eight and ninth rak'ahs are nine and eight rak'ahs respectively.
Approved by eighty-seven ancestors.
This number is currently number one.
There was dead silence.
Shocked on the spot.
"Huang Jue, I always thought you and I were equal, but I didn't expect you to hide so much." Huang Tian Dao's face was heavy, but his eyes were flashing with a sharp knife light, which was excitement.
Huang Jue glanced at the spiritual throne with an extremely flat expression, then retreated into the crowd and walked to Chen Ling's side.
He glanced at Chen Ling and was very curious about how many people this guy had.
Chen Ling took a deep breath and took a step forward.
His pupils shrank, and in the distance, a young man was already one step ahead of him.
He couldn't help but take back his steps.
The young man looked younger than him, and his cultivation was at the intermediate level of the Holy Saint.
Intermediate Holy Level?
Chen Ling raised his eyebrows slightly. If he dared to go out at this time, then the other party must have great confidence.
"Don't underestimate him, even I don't have the confidence to win him." Huang Jue whispered.