Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 1251 Kicks off
The day of the Golden Throne competition arrived, instantly igniting the boiling atmosphere accumulated in the holy city.

Countless figures flashed like locusts, and no one wanted to miss the duel between the top inscription masters in a region.

This competition has touched the hearts of countless people.

Everyone knows that the golden throne belonging to Saint Master Qingxu has been idle for too long, and once the throne is successfully enthroned, it means having great power.

Another thing that has also become a hot topic is that as soon as Lu Feng came to the holy city, he even killed several holy saints and threatened to kill the golden seat master. The big news spread throughout the city.

And they all knew that if Kong Xuanzi hadn't rushed over, a Golden Saint Master would have to be wiped out.

In this fiery atmosphere, when Lu Feng came to the largest square in the holy city, it had long been occupied by countless warriors. The sea of ​​people was like a vast ocean, and it was hard to count.

Although not all of the people who came here were competing for the Golden Seat.

But Lu Feng knew that it seemed that the 36 silver seat masters under the gold seat were the most peak saint masters, but there were still many inscription pattern saint masters who did not show themselves, and only showed their fangs at the most critical time.

"Someone from the lineage of Saint Master Qingxu has also come. Is that person Lu Feng? He really is amazing."

"As expected of the man who wants to kill the Golden Throne Saint Master, I wish I was half as powerful as him."

Although it was extremely crowded here, all of Lu Feng's group had reached the Holy Realm, and the tyrannical pressure came, naturally forming a wide passage.

"It's a good thing that the dead tiger isn't here, otherwise there will be another noise."

Wu Chi squinted his eyes, and waved his hand at some beautiful women in the crowd in a strange way. That look of obscenity did not have the slightest demeanor of a strong man in the holy realm.

"Aren't you afraid that it will come out and tear your mouth apart?"

The bad old man smiled and took a sip of his drink, which immediately made Wu Chi faint.

"Lu Feng is relying on you. If you really come to participate in the competition for the golden seat, you really can't control yourself. You might as well go back. Not everyone is qualified to participate in the duel between inscription masters."

Not far away, Shang Yuan and a large group of people came in unison, their upward gazes seemed extremely disdainful.

Lu Feng looked as usual, he didn't bother to pay attention to such low-level provocations, and he would beat Shang Yuan like a dog in a real fight.

Lu Feng's ignorance made Shang Yuan angry, but he still endured it.

"Ginzuo Saint Masters don't need to participate in the assessment. The assessment over there will determine the final candidate for the Golden Throne."

Passing through the crowd, Chu Yun was familiar with the road with ease, and under great pressure, he took several people with him.Come to a square with fewer people.

In the empty square, Lu Feng glanced slightly. There are thousands of people waiting for the assessment, and everyone's inscription attainments are at least at the sixth-rank Grandmaster.

Lu Feng didn't underestimate them. Although many people's profiles are only sixth-rank grand masters, in fact, some people have already reached seventh-rank saint masters, but they haven't been evaluated.

"This is the old man Huafeng. He was a seventh-rank saint master thousands of years ago, and his strength will be even more terrifying now." Chu Yunsong introduced him.

Lu Feng followed the sound with his eyes. Although the old man Huafeng looked ordinary and not well-known, he could feel the almost majestic power in the latter's body.

Sensing that Lu Feng was watching him, Old Man Huafeng smiled kindly.

"There are also Thousand Illusory Hands, Luo Cheng."

"Even the great magic seal, Mr. Lin, is here!"

The more masters came, the heavier Chu Yunsong's heart became. None of these people were good at it, and each of them had reached a state of perfection in the art of inscription patterns.

He was worried that Lu Feng's youth would suffer in the hands of these people.

Lu Feng looked around, the temptation of the Golden Throne Saint Master was too great, he did not know how many demons and monsters he had attracted, it was not easy to ascend to the vacant Golden Throne.

And he will not give up the position of the Golden Throne Saint Master. The line of Saint Master Qingxu has been silent for many years, and today he will start again and make this holy city famous again.

"Everyone, Yuankong Jinzuo and I will preside over the assessment this time."

After waiting for a long time, two figures walked towards me from one side of the square.

"Huh, it turned out to be Li Daoyue?"

Lu Feng's eyes were slightly surprised. Beside a black-haired old man, it turned out to be Li Daoyue who was familiar with him from Shenzang Garden, which made his expression a little strange.

"Brother Lu Feng, you are here too."

Lu Feng stood there so conspicuously that Li Daoyue recognized him at a glance, and strode over quickly.

It was hard for him to imagine that such a big incident would happen as soon as Lu Feng came to the Holy City. He is really a master who will never live anywhere.

What made him even more unexpected was that this Lu Feng with the same name and surname was actually related to Saint Master Qingxu, which caused him a lot of thoughts and ripples in his heart.

The black-haired old man Yuan Kong is the strength of the Dzogchen Holy Realm, seeing Lu Feng at this moment, he will not pretend to be a senior and come with a soft smile.

"Originally this assessment was presided over by Mu Tianhai and Yuankong Jinzuo, but because of you, he no longer has the face to preside over it."

Li Daoyue laughed, a golden seated saint can be made like this, and only Lu Feng has this ability.

Wherever he went, it was the nightmare of the imperial dynasty, even Li Daoyue felt sorry for Mu Tianhai, a golden seated saint became the laughing stock of everyone talking about it.

"Haha, if it wasn't for that Kong Xuanzi coming so fast, Lord Wu would have killed that golden seated master by himself."

After breaking through the upper holy realm, Wu Chi's self-confidence was bursting, and he shouted at this moment, which attracted many people's attention.

The bad old man moved a few steps to the side at this moment, as if he felt ashamed to stand with Wu Chi.

Yuankong Jinzuo is also looking at Lu Feng. If he still has a heaven-defying achievement in the inscription pattern, it will be truly terrifying.

Li Daoyue took a look, and then said to Lu Feng: "Whether it is the golden seat or the silver seat, it is the highest honor in the holy city, and this time the silver seat will be reshuffled.

If you can win one, you will be able to enter the Vientiane God Map to practice, which is full of rich original power, and there is also a powerful effect of time acceleration. "

Li Daoyue has been able to achieve this kind of achievement for thousands of years, largely because of the Myriad Visions.

Rather, it is also one of the foundations for the Inscription Pattern Guild to stand in the Eastern Profound Realm.

Time accelerates!
Hearing this, Lu Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He also learned some of the benefits of various golden seated saints from Chu Yunsong, but he didn't expect such a heaven-defying feature.

What he lacks most now is time. The situation in the Eastern Profound Realm is changing rapidly. The emperor is making final preparations. Soon the real battle will come. He must try his best to make himself stronger.

Now, he is strong.

But still not enough!
He needs more power!

Slowly taking a breath, this time there is another reason to fight for the golden seat.

After seeing Lu Feng's reaction, Li Daoyue felt hopeful.

With the same name and surname, and the same lineage of the Qingxu Saint Master, he very much hopes that Lu Feng can ascend the Golden Throne and complete the duel that he regarded as regrettable thousands of years ago.

After half an hour passed, Yuankong Jinzuo's voice sounded.

"The time has come, the assessment will start now, and 36 people will be selected from among the thousands of you to participate in the final competition for the Golden Throne and the Silver Throne Saint Master."

(End of this chapter)