As a ghost general, Meng Gu naturally felt it, but she was not worried about anything. As long as Ye Han followed her, no one dared to touch Ye Han in the open.
"Qiu'er, is he the person you said can take out the magic bones?" General Xiaoqi saw Wei Qiu staring at Ye Han's position. He was quite curious. A man who could take out the magic bones also refused.
What kind of person is a person with millions of merit points?
However, when he saw Ye Han, a little ghost who could barely reach the realm of ghost warrior, General Qiaoqi suddenly lost interest.
"Humph, he's just a lucky ant!" Wei Shao snorted coldly.
Bai Que said, "Young Master Wei is right. If it weren't for good luck, how could someone like him have the Dharma Bone."
"Hmph, Bai Que, please don't let Lord Awang show mercy later. I really want to see how panicked that ant would be if Meng Gu fell on the ring!" Wei Shao smiled coldly.
"Young Master Wei, please rest assured. I have already told my father that if he meets Aunt Meng, he will not be merciful!" Baique glanced at the calm Ye Han indifferently. This poor man actually harmed Aunt Meng in the end.
Soon, as many people entered the arena, the entire arena was boiling. The lively atmosphere was surging like a frenzy in the space under the dusk. Hundreds of thousands of ghosts occupied the arena, and the lively atmosphere hit everyone.
Come, like a manic heat.
Ye Han ignored Huo Shiguan, Liu Jinyun, Wei Shao and others. He looked at the entire arena. There were four fighting platforms in this huge arena, and there was also a high platform in the arena.
As Ye Han looked towards this high platform, people suddenly appeared one by one from the entrance behind the high platform.
There were four people in total, three old men and one middle-aged man. Their appearance immediately attracted the attention of hundreds of thousands of ghost figures in the arena.
"The three vice presidents and the deputy hall master have appeared!"
Seeing these four people appear on the stage, the lively and exciting atmosphere of the arena gradually weakened, and their eyes were wild. These four people are the real high-level leaders of the wheel-turning world. They are powerful and it is difficult to see them at ordinary times.
"It's about to begin!" A light flashed in Ye Han's eyes. He looked at Meng Gu. Although her face was still very pale, she was very calm.
Seeing this, Ye Han's eyes flickered.
"Haha, the wheel-turning ceremony happens once every thousand years. Now that the millennium has arrived, it is the time for the Ten Realms Messengers to change. The old rules are still the same today. The Lords of the Eight Cities will randomly participate in the competition. The winner of the last seven consecutive years will be the Ten Realms Messengers this time.
"
On the high platform, as the old man finished speaking, he waved his hand, and then in front of the high platform, a magical weapon like an 'imperial edict' appeared.
There are eight names on the magic weapon, and these names are naturally the Eight Generals of the Wheel!
"Old rule, whoever draws the 'Ghost Book' will go on stage to challenge, let's start now!"
As the old man on the high platform sat down again, the names on the ghost book, which was like an imperial edict, gradually moved, and Meng Gu's name was naturally among them.
Under Ye Han's gaze, Meng Gu's name was placed next to that of City Lord Muze, while the names of the other six City Lords were also placed one-to-one.
In an instant, around Ye Han, figures of city lords rushed onto the battlefield one after another, and the anticipated reincarnation ceremony officially began.
"It's my turn!" Meng Gu took a deep breath and also rushed towards the fighting stage.
In an instant, eight city lords competed one-on-one on four battle platforms. The roar of collisions brought the atmosphere of the Samsara Ceremony to a climax in an instant.
"The eight city lords are all in the realm of ghost generals, and their strength should be about the same. I wonder who will take the position of the messenger of the ten realms this time?"
"It's hard to say, the rules of the Reincarnation Ceremony have always been like this. Perhaps the eight city lords made some unknown preparations before the Reincarnation Ceremony began, so it is still unknown who will hold the position of the Messenger of the Ten Realms in the end."
In the arena, hundreds of thousands of eyes were staring at the terrifying battle that broke out on the four platforms. In the realm of ghost generals, apart from the Holy City, he was already considered a first-class master in other places in the Wheel-Winning World.
Looking at Meng Gu on the battlefield, Ye Han sighed and shook his head secretly. Meng Gu's soul was severely damaged in the battle with the assassin of Anhualou and has not recovered at all.
It is difficult to win the battle now, and once you encounter the Lord of Forgotten City, your life may be in danger.
"Hey, why are you sighing when everything is fine?" The girl who was covering up tightly beside Ye Han turned her head and looked at Ye Han and said, "By the way, my name is Tu Yiyi, do you think Aunt Meng is in the reincarnation ceremony?"
How many games can you win in a row?"
Ye Han rolled his eyes at Tu Yiyi. Couldn't she see that Meng Gu was already injured?
"So, how many times do you think Meng Gu can win?" Ye Han looked at the girl and asked.
"Of course he has won seven games in a row. Only those who have won seven games in a row can take the position of the Messenger of the Ten Realms. I think this position belongs to Aunt Meng." Tu Yiyi said matter-of-factly.
Ye Han chuckled lightly. He had won seven games in a row. Even if he could hold on, it would be considered good if Meng Gu could win just one game.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Tu Yiyi looked at Ye Han dissatisfied.
Ye Han said, "If it is the position of the envoy of the ten realms, then Meng Gu has no chance of winning today."
"Hmph, it's full of nonsense. I really don't know which side you are on? Or are you Aunt Meng's messenger? How can you decide that Aunt Meng has no chance of winning today?" Tu Yiyi looked at it unhappily.
Looking at Ye Han, fortunately Sister Meng took this guy with her as a confidant, but she didn't expect that he was a white-eyed wolf.
"Of course I am on Meng Gu's side." Ye Han said; "Except for Meng Gu, the other seven city lords in the Wheel Realm all have thoughts about the Ten Realms Envoy. However, judging from the current situation, if
If there are no accidents, the final people competing for the position of the Messenger of the Ten Realms will be the Lord of Awang City and the Lord of Wangchuan City, and the Messenger of the Ten Realms will also be born from the two of them. As for Meng Gu, she has no intention of becoming the Messenger of the Ten Realms.
s position."
"Hmph, even if Aunt Meng has no intention of becoming the messenger of the ten realms, you can't say that Aunt Meng has no chance of winning, right?" Tu Yiyi snorted coldly; "And you, a little ghost warrior who can barely reach the realm of ghost warriors, can see that
What do you know? You’re talking nonsense, forget it, I’m too lazy to pay attention to you.”
After saying this, Tu Yiyi turned around and stared intently at the extraordinary imposing Meng Gu on the battlefield. A little ghost warrior who could barely reach the realm of ghost warriors. She was at the bottom of the hell world. She really didn't need it.
Listening to what such people say affects my mood.