Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 1252 Fang Rong
A voice fell, and suddenly fell silent.

Today, everyone who comes here can be said to be the overlord of a place, but now they are all gathered together to participate in the test of the Inscription Pattern Guild.

It has to be said that this was a gorgeous duel.

In the arena, Yuankong Jinzuo has the highest seniority, and his eyes that contain the coercion of Dzogchen slowly swept over everyone, and said solemnly: "Although you have all made good achievements in the inscription pattern, if you want to participate in the final competition for the Jinzuo , still have to pass three rounds of assessment."

"This first round of assessment is to test the control of the power of heaven and earth."

The palm of Yuan Kong Jinzuo flicked forward slowly, and three beams of light about ten feet long with various colors appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"As we all know, they are both seventh-rank saint masters, but the power of the inscription patterns carved is different, and this difference is largely reflected in the control of the power of heaven and earth. If it is a golden seat saint master, the formation pattern carved by him The power of the law can be ten times higher than that of ordinary saints."

Hearing this, Lu Feng also nodded.

The essence of the inscription pattern is to control the strength of one side of the world.

Some people can use ten points of force, while others can only use five points.

"Now this round of assessment is to control, as long as you pour your strength into it, you can advance to the next round after reaching the green level or above."

The beam of light referred to by Yuankong Jinzuo has red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, gold, purple gold and black.

Reaching the green rank is the first condition for becoming a seventh-rank saint master.

"This first one will be tested by the old man."

As a veteran powerhouse, Old Man Huafeng walked out of the crowd slowly with a smile on his face.

His palm was attached to the beam of light, condensing into a whirlwind imprint, which started from red, rose rapidly to purple, and finally stayed within the range of purple and gold.

"I made everyone laugh."

Although he didn't hit Zijin, the old man Huafeng was particularly satisfied with this result.

Generally, the bottom golden sages like Mu Tianhai are only black, and if you want to surpass black, only the top golden sages like Yuan Kong Jinzuo can do it.

"Hua Feng, your grades are already qualified to challenge the Golden Throne Master."

Yuankong Jinzuo smiled, this assessment is indeed a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, it has just started, and there are such impressive results.

After the old man Huafeng retreated, several people rushed forward immediately after.

It's just that their grades are far worse than that of the old man Huafeng. One of them didn't even reach the most basic level of youth, and left with a dejected face.

As for the inscription pattern, it is not possible to engrave a seventh-rank inscription pattern or a seventh-rank saint master. It still needs many tests, otherwise, saint masters will not be so rare.

Time passed slowly, and the first round of assessment was not as easy as imagined, almost one-third of the warriors could not pass.

And during this period, there were also some amazingly talented people, and some even touched a little bit of blackness, which could be compared to the weakest Golden Throne Saint Master in some respects.

Looking at the assessment of this group of experts, Lu Feng also nodded secretly. This time the competition for the golden seat is bound to be extremely fierce, and many unknown masters have shown their strength at this time.

After more than half of the assessment, Lu Feng wanted to step forward to take the test, but suddenly a figure stepped forward and made him stop suddenly.

"So far, it's really boring. There is not even a black rank. What's the point of such an assessment? It's better to give this golden seat to Fang Rong directly."

A perverse and domineering voice suddenly sounded, like a stone in the water, splashing countless ripples.

All the eyes of the audience were cast on the figure that suddenly came out. It was a young man in a golden dress with a fair complexion, but when the corners of his mouth curled up, there was a touch of evil.

His eyes were very disdainful, and his eyes were raised, which was extremely rampant.

"Who are you?" Someone shouted with displeasure.

"Haha, you deserve to know my origin."

Fang Rong laughed wildly, and stepped in front of a beam of light.

Many powerhouses present were very unhappy.

Although everyone except himself will be Jin Zuo's opponent, he still maintains the most basic harmony on the surface, and will not be as arrogant as this Fang Rong.

"It's even crazier than your Master Wu." Wu Chi muttered.

Lu Feng's eyes froze. This Fang Rong also had the capital of arrogance. Under the strong perception of the holy realm, this person's strength reached the upper holy realm, and his body was filled with a powerful force that echoed the heaven and the earth.

Yuankong Jinzuo didn't change his face, and pointed with his hand: "Then please test your control."

Fang Rong strode away, showing his arrogance to the fullest, placing his gleaming palm on the beam of light, and a human-like imprint blended into it.

"Just watch how Fang Rong tramples on you!"

There was a loud laugh, and the beam of light shot into the sky instantly, and a wave as vast as the ocean spread out, which was several times stronger than the old man Huafeng before.

The beam of light flickered again and again, rushing all the way to Zijin, and then the majestic control force ordered the surrounding space to solidify into a mass, turning into a force to reach the top.

"black!"

The black light was extremely dazzling at this moment, reaching the limit that the beam of light could bear, and judging by Fang Rong's relaxed expression, if it wasn't for the black as the top, then he could surpass this level.

The dazzling results also left many people stunned. This kind of control is difficult even for the lower-ranked Golden Throne Saint Masters.

"How, seeing my Fang Rong's results, do you feel that there is no hope for the gold seat competition in the future?"

Fang Rong's eyes were raised, and his strength made many people speechless, and they all lowered their heads.

Li Daoyue's eyes were also fixed on the beam of light, and he was slightly taken aback. He was also known as the inscription pattern wizard for thousands of years, and he was the youngest golden seated saint. That's all.

But now, this young man who was born out of nowhere has broken all this.

It even broke the tens of thousands of years of history of the Inscription Pattern Guild.

"This is a strong opponent."

Chu Yunsong was a little uneasy at this time, even if he was the strongest among the 36 silver seats, he could not reach Fang Rong's height.

And although control cannot fully represent a person's inscription attainments, it can reveal future achievements from another aspect.

"Your inscription pattern looks like a person, are you his disciple?!"

Yuankong Jinzuo stared at the human-shaped imprint in the beam of light that had not dissipated, suddenly thought of a person, and shouted sharply.

Fang Rong smiled grumpily, waved his hands and said, "You seem to have noticed it, but it's nothing, yes, my master is Nangong Great Sage, Nangong Ling Gusheng!"

"Great Sage Master Nangong, Old Sage?"

Yuankong Jinzuo's voice was full of great fear, and his face was contorted.

"I didn't expect Nangong Ling to step into the realm of the ancient sages. It's a pity that you are a rebel, and you, a rebel, dare to come to my inscription pattern guild. Are you not afraid to capture and kill you!"

Yuankong Jinzuo said in shock at this moment, but he was extremely afraid of that Nangong Ling.

"My master said that this time I will win a golden seat, and the Inscription Pattern Guild can stand in the Eastern Profound Realm for ten thousand years, and it will not disregard its own face."

Fang Rong said arrogantly with a calm demeanor.

"As the assessment continues, let the disciples of Nangong Ling participate, and you must not attack him."

(End of this chapter)