Chapter 1103. Who killed the 60,000 warriors?
There are densely packed weapons, spiritual treasures, elixirs, spiritual pets and other objects floating in the air.
Hundreds of elders from Xiniu Sanctuary sat cross-legged in the void, waiting silently.
The betting method is very simple. There are ninety-eight people in total, forty-nine versus forty-nine. The winner will be determined by three "dark horses" other than the fifteen candidates.
Betting on this kind of thing is the most exciting thing. The Red Emperor and the Sword Emperor, who were originally watching silently, saw that many of the gambling objects were not ordinary, and they also participated in it. There were no three "dark horses" in the bet.
"Add a note below!"
Mrs. Yao waved her sleeves with a graceful manner, and flicked her fingers to shoot out a piece of golden light. In the golden light were two floating seals, "This thing is from the medieval era 10,000 years ago. The mother-in-law spirit treasure refined by the master of the Ancient Emperor Realm is a sacred object for sneak attack!" Qian Xuanwei asked in confusion: "I wonder what Madam is betting on?"
Mrs. Yao's voice! Decisively said: "Bet that Xin Zhuo will be among the top ten, and each of you will get half of your spiritual objects!"
Feiying, an old woman, asked curiously: "What are the top ten? Cultivation or chance?"
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Mrs. Yao said: "Opportunity!"
Hundreds of elders looked at each other with a trace of curiosity on their faces. Why does Mrs. Yao like Xin Zhuo so much? Then he chuckled and agreed.
There are ninety-seven people in the Holy King Realm in the ruins of the Kingdom of God, including disciples from Sandao Mountain, Daxumi Temple and various schools in this area. Even if Xin Zhuo has superior combat power, the tombs here are also divided into high and low. It's hard to compete for the top 100 graves, and no one will give in in the face of opportunity. What's the point of talking about the top ten?
Only Red Emperor and Sword Emperor Yu glanced at Mrs. Yao, with a strange smile on their lips.
At this moment, everyone looked down.
They naturally saw that in the tombs below, the mixed auras of warriors were gradually revealed, as if they were refining something, which was a perfect luck.
After half a stick of incense, a woman from the bottom layer of the tomb broke out of the coffin. Her true energy was lingering, and it took ten breaths to calm down. When she looked up, she couldn't help being surprised, and quickly He bowed solemnly and said: "Li Min'er, a junior disciple of Sanqiu Palace, I have met all of you seniors!"
"No need to be polite!"
Zhen Yuanzi stroked He asked with a kind face: "What's the opportunity? What did you get?"
The female disciple was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Junior Yuanji Yilin, after refining divine power, entered Yuanji San Lin has obtained two divine arts. Although he does not have the blessing of divine power, he can still use them with three times the energy, and the power is acceptable."
"Divine power? Not bad!"
Ancestor Feiying looked around and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, the ruins of the Kingdom of God, the strongest among the thirteen ruins under the Zhenwu Sect, are the safest. Although there was a portal before The closure and the riot of supernatural energy, but at least no one will die if it is manifested for eternity and directly inherited."
In some aspects, her words are indeed no problem, even if a group of people enter. Huangji Sandao, but at this moment, the Kingdom of God is lifeless, there are no hidden dangerous places, and there are no monsters born over the ages, so there is really no danger at all.
"This..."
The woman who came out first had a look of astonishment, as if she didn't understand why the ancestor Fei Ying spoke like this. This... was simply a response to all those who had entered the fantasy land of the Kingdom of God. Human insults, if it weren't for Senior Xin's unnatural act of breaking the illusion, it would be a question of when he could come out and how many people could survive.
However, when the words came to my lips, I couldn't utter a single word. This time, the matter of the Kingdom of God was too deeply involved. It was related to the evil operations of Sandao Mountain, Dashumi Temple and many proud disciples of the Eternal Sect, more than 70,000 people. Fifty thousand people were killed by them, and when they attacked the capital of the Kingdom of God, more than 10,000 people were killed or injured. Now, only about 10,000 people are alive.
Those are the most talented warriors below the Holy King in the Xiniu Sanctuary. This is simply a huge event!
She simply stepped aside and looked at her nose and heart.
At this moment, eleven more people broke out of the coffin at the same time, with indescribable grief, anger and helplessness on their faces, and their blood was surging.
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and said again: "How are you?"
A middle-aged man sighed softly: "The junior quasi-sage has refined his divine power and broken through nine gates. Within three or two years, he can become a saint immediately."
The rest of the people responded one after another.
In fact, they don’t need to describe it themselves. It’s just that the moment they came out of the coffin, they seemed to have suddenly gained a ray of strength. With the eyesight of the ancestors, they can easily distinguish and confirm each other, so they can naturally see who has the greatest chance. The eleven people were also hesitant to speak. They were weak in cultivation and were hunted in the Kingdom of God. If they had not been under the command of Young Master Xiaobai, that is, Xin Zhuo, they would have died. They just glanced at the first ones who came out. The woman, seeing the other party shaking her head imperceptibly, simply kept silent.
The above mentioned Huangji Patriarch is the elder of Chen Jingzhe and Qian Xuance.
Then more and more people opened the coffins, ranging from the five degenerates of heaven and humans to the realm of human beings and saints. They were densely packed, like eggs with broken shells.
The ancestors in the sky scanned them one by one, randomly named a few people, and asked questions. To be honest, none of them were very satisfied, and there was nothing special about them.
And all the people who broke the coffin looked at each other. Although they had a lot to say, they kept it secret and cherished words like gold. After all, no one was a fool!
An hour later, more than 10,000 people had come out of the coffin, including 9,000 under Xin Zhuo and over 2,000 under Chen Jingzhe and others. They subconsciously stood on two clearly defined sides, looking at each other. They all remained silent. How could they be less? Say a word, never say more.
Then, the "broken coffin" entered a vacuum.
"Huh?"
A group of ancestors finally discovered something abnormal. It was supposed that the inheritance should be carried out at about the same time. Currently, there are only more than 10,000 coffins, which is too small.
The younger brother of Zhen Yuanzi, Renhuang Zhenqianzi, asked in a deep voice: "Why are there only more than 10,000 people, where are the others?"
Quiet!
No one spoke.
"Bai Chuan, tell me!"
Cultivated like a group of ancestors, he noticed a strange look in the expressions of the warriors. Their faces were gloomy. Zhenqianzi pointed at a young man from the Zhenwu Sect. He originally took Xin Zhuo to "give" it to Ye Liantian and others.
Na Baichuan thought about it for a while, then he bit the bullet and said, "Uncle, there are at most four to five hundred people, and there is no one else!"
Zhen Qianzi, Zhen Yuanzi , Qianxuanwei, Feiying old woman, including the ancestors of various families in Sandao Mountain were shocked. Zhen Yuanzi said angrily: "Where are the others?"
Bai Chuan trembled: "Dead!"
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As soon as these words came out, the faces of a group of ancestors instantly turned pale as paper. Seventy thousand warriors were the outstanding disciples who survived the catastrophe of all races in Xiniu Sanctuary. They were the "seeds" of Xiniu Sanctuary. Fifty or sixty thousand people died in one ruin. This is absolutely It is a huge disaster. In the future, at least for hundreds of years, there will be a gap among the warriors in the Xiniu region.
No one can afford this cause and effect.
Zhen Yuanzi was furious: "How to die?"
"Xin..."
Bai Chuan deliberately poured dirty water on Xin Zhuo, but when he looked up, he saw Bajiu Thousands of local warriors are cold and cold His eyes were startled for a moment, and he shook his head and said: "I don't know, disciple, but this matter still needs... Xin Zhuo, Miss Baili Surou, Jiang Guiyi, Ye Liantian, Mr. Chen Jingzhe and Qian Xuance to come out before they can be separated." Say.”
A group of ancestors looked at each other, suppressed the shock in their hearts, stopped asking questions, and waited silently.
Half an hour later, four to five hundred masters broke out of the coffin. These four to five hundred people were all great saints. The moment they came out of the coffin, their momentum was shocked, and there was a faint flash of unknown divine power. And San is more than ten thousand stronger than before.
"Reporting to all ancestors, this disciple has something to say."
A warrior named Chen from Sandao Mountain in the back realm of the Great Sage cupped his fists and saluted: "I have been waiting for these days. Seventy thousand years ago, there were more than 70,000 people in the illusion of the Kingdom of God, but now there are only more than 10,000 left. The others were all killed by Xin Zhuo. This man seized the prince of the Kingdom of She, and was blessed with great power, evil thoughts, and unforgivable evil! ”
“Fuck you!”
Hidden Dragon, Ni Cangtian, and Bai Rou shouted and cursed almost at the same time.
There will be another chapter later. I worked overtime today and came back too late
(End of this chapter)