In the sky above the ancient battlefield of Whisao and the Blood Pond of Qizhao Plateau, a group of bigwigs from the Phoenix Clan have been waiting here for several days and nights.
By now, some of them have gradually lost their patience: "Six days and seven nights have passed since boy Chen Shen entered the blood pool, right?"
The Feng clan leader raised his head and stared at the clear morning light in the distant sky, and nodded silently.
Then I heard another fire phoenix say: "It stands to reason that these six or seven days have passed. What happened to that boy Chen Shen? The God of Death should give me a reply, right?"
"Well...this is indeed a bit abnormal."
"If Chen Shen is really chosen by him as the disciple to inherit his mantle, according to the blood oath, he should inform us as soon as possible, right?"
"Yes, and in every previous competition on the Whirling Ancient Battlefield, those contestants whose records were far inferior to Chen Shen were occasionally tempted by the voice of the god of death due to greed, and then jumped into the blood pool and unfortunately died.
, the God of Death will also give you an answer."
"This can be considered as a way to tell us that he has not yet found a disciple who is qualified to inherit his legacy. We still have to continue to prepare for the selection of the new generation of Whirlpool Ancient Battlefield."
"But this time...it has been almost a week, but there is no movement at all from the God of Death. It's weird, it's really weird!"
"The God of Death couldn't have been killed by the thunderstorm a few days ago, right?"
"It's impossible...it's quite possible that Mr. Chen Shen died under the thunderous power of the Jun Rank and the Holy Rank."
"But the God of Death, no matter what he does, will never be killed by the thunder power of heaven, which is the first level of the Saint."
"Ahem!"
Suddenly, the leader of the Fire Phoenix Clan coughed lightly, and did not forget to glare at the other party fiercely.
Only then did the latter come back to his senses: "Oops, I forgot that the eldest princess cares so much about Chen Shen."
So he smiled awkwardly: "Hahaha, I just said casually, with the good fortune of Young Master Chen, he will definitely be able to turn disaster into good..."
"Um?"
The patriarch's pair of phoenix-fire golden eyes stared even wider.
"Ahem, cough, cough, I'm wrong. I'm wrong. Young Master Chen is not 'turning bad luck into good luck', but there's no way he's going to get into trouble!"
The Huofeng Clan leader then gave the other party a look that said, "You're so stupid." Then he flew to Han Yizhi's side and comforted him: "Don't listen to your second uncle's talk. He is so old and dishonest.
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"In my opinion, if there is no news from the bottom of the blood pool, then it is not good news!"
"Judging from the past behavior of the God of Death, if Chen Shen is really like what the crow's mouth said and unfortunately died of a thunderstorm or was swallowed up by the evil spirit of the blood pool, the old man will definitely send a message as soon as possible
Inform this god."
"There has been no response from the blood pool until now. This can only mean that the test of death is still going on!"
"After all, that person was also the one who once stood proudly at the top of the Mysterious God. Now he wants to recruit the only disciple who will pass on the mantle and teach with all his money. Naturally, he must be carefully selected and set many tests, so that he will not regret it."
Hearing this, Han Yizhi's expression softened slightly: "Thank you..."
At this time, in this ancient realm, there are still people who feel as uneasy as Han Yizhi——
"Senior Sister Yu Yao? Senior Sister Yu Yao?"
"Ah? What, what's wrong?"
"Uh... I was asked by the Supreme Leader to check with you on the list of disciples and elders who are about to move to the Holy Mountain, as well as the rotation list of those who will stay at the Yuxian Ice Palace."
"Oh ok."
After the two people entered the hall, the female nuns guarding the door couldn't help but whisper to each other——
"Senior Sister Yu Yao is always absent-minded these days?"
"Yes, yes, alas~ Who made our Master Chen go away forever?"
"Bah, bah, bah, are you cursing Master Chen? He will definitely come back, it's just a matter of time!"
"I definitely hope so. After all, the reason why our Ice Palace comes out on top in this competition on the Whirlpool Ancient Battlefield is all thanks to Master Chen's efforts to turn the tide."
"I would say that Senior Sister Yu Yao is too unsure of herself and worries about gains and losses~"
"If it were me, with her appearance and Xuanxiu qualifications, I wouldn't be worried at all that Master Chen would never return."
"Hehehe, as far as I know, it seems that not only Senior Sister Bing Yuyao has lost her soul for Master Chen, but also Senior Yu Xun, who ranks first among the Supreme Elders, seems to have also lost her mind towards him..."
"Shhhhhh! What nonsense are you talking about? Someone may cut your tongue!"
"Why are you being so serious? I just chatter with my sisters. I won't talk nonsense outside."
In fact, it's no wonder that the female nuns at Yuxian Ice Palace are so gossipy.
After Bing Yuyao returned triumphantly from the ancient battlefield, as the "deputy commander" who had led the expedition, she worked hard even if she had no credit, making her status in the clan even more extraordinary.
Even many elders no longer dare to treat her as an ordinary junior!
Naturally, she took on more burdens.
But her state in recent days...
In other words, from the moment she set foot on the return space insect shuttle, this little iceberg beauty would unconsciously miss Chen Shen in her mind and heart.
Sometimes, she loses consciousness for several breaths, and her whole body seems to have lost its soul, which makes the elders and disciples who take over the work with her dumbfounded.
The same situation also happened to "Iceberg Beauty" Yu Xun——
However, as a well-known mid-level Xuan Sage in the ancient Bosuo domain, she has a quite calm personality. Even if she occasionally wanders off... she will not lose her composure like Bing Yuyao.
But it is undeniable that since the return of the ancient battlefield of Whirlpool, many female cultivators in the Ice Palace have remembered the young man who almost single-handedly dragged the entire sect out of the abyss and reached the top!
At this time, Chen Shen, who was in the "Treasure House Space" at the bottom of the blood pool, didn't know that the "Ice Palace Er Jiao" who had attracted the covetous admiration of countless people was now devoted to him, an "outsider".
, it is not an exaggeration to say that I am haunted by dreams.
If this news is spread, I believe it won’t be long before Chen Shen will become the “male public enemy” of the Whirlpool Ancient Territory!
"Huh ~ here we are."
At a certain moment, Chen Shen slowly stopped his speeding figure and fixed his gaze on the piece of green dragon amber that was raised on the ground a hundred feet away.
At first glance, this blue-green, ostrich-egg-sized piece of "green dragon amber" is no different from the flickering "moonstone" around it.
But Chen Shen, who had opened the "Eye to the Sky" more than once and confirmed it repeatedly, knew that the green dragon amber mixed in like "a fish's eye mixed with pearls" was the treasure he was determined to obtain during this trip!