My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 404 The Emperor's Arena, Let's Come Together

This is a powerhouse!
An idea came to Song Lin's mind.

The young man had no intention of communicating with him. He exchanged glances and left, and sat down in the first row of Xuanzong Shangqing Daomeng.

The flow of people came and went, besides the celestial masters, there were other high-level people and the disciples they brought.

Each Daomeng brings three people.

In addition, four other princes also took their seats in the four divided areas.

Prince, the Heavenly Master sits in the front row.

Others sat in the second row.

The appearance of Song Lin also attracted a lot of attention. Obviously, many people regarded him as a powerful opponent.

"This is Genting King Kong?"

"Sure enough, he is domineering! He is a good man!"

"I want to compete with him!"

The people around were whispering.

Domineering exposed?How did you get it?

Song Lin's mouth twitched slightly.

These people are biased!
Of course, Song Lin didn't pay attention to this group of people, but looked at Taoist Qingchen in the Nine Dragons and Stars robe on the main seat.

The appearance is still young, unlike some celestial masters who insist on maintaining an old appearance.

The whole person has a sense of returning to basics.

If you underestimate this person, you will be in big trouble.

Daoist Qingchen is the only one who has a strong combat power in the Dao period against the Yaozu.

Above Zifu is Dujie, above Dujie is Yuanshen, and above Yuanshen is Hedao.

As the only one of the human race, this guy's strength may have reached an incredible level.

Just sitting there made the rebellious celestial masters settle down.

Heavenly Master of the Seven Dao League.

Old Man Tianji, Red Dust Sword Immortal Qingchen, Nine Heavens God and Devil Yin Nan, Jinsuo Lianhuan Chi Wujie, Huangquan Shenglong Tianji, Witch God Law Heaven, and the landlord has boundless swords.

These few people are the Heavenly Masters of Dao League.

Apart from the fact that He Dao is the peak of Yuanshen, one does not know how deep the Tao is, how rich the opportunities are, and how strong the strength is.

"The Emperor is here!"

A sharp voice came.

Immediately afterwards, an old man in a golden robe and an emperor's crown entered the arena surrounded by the crowd.

The old man is estimated to be eight or ninety years old, his eyes are cloudy, he is old, and he is full of nobility.

This is Emperor Yongyuan.

His position is opposite to everyone.

"My son-in-law pays respects to his father!"

The four princes got up and knelt down.

All the celestial masters and disciples got up, but they didn't salute, they just showed respect.

It can be seen that the status of the Taoist sect and the emperor of the world.

"Sit down." Emperor Yongyuan waved his hand.

Soon, the banquet began.

The maid celestial beings presented plate after plate of delicacies, not dragon liver and phoenix marrow, but leopard fetus and dried breast.

The wine is brewed in a hundred years, and the cup is an amber cup for ten thousand years.

This situation is even more prosperous than the Emperor's Banquet.

Song Lin has experienced many worlds, but the strongest world is actually reality.

Each state has different names in different worlds, although the names of the states in this world are not very lofty.

But in other worlds, Yuanshen can be called a golden fairy no matter what.

Yuanshen theoretically has no lifespan limit, but in terms of other worldviews, it possesses the eternal golden nature.

That is to say, there is a magic calamity in this world, and in the great calamity of the Qing Dynasty once every 1 years, countless masters fell, making them seem to have no gold content.

Song Lin drank with his head down.

Xuan He whispered: "Fellow Daoist, do you know the person who just looked at each other?"

"Who?"

"This person is your biggest opponent——Jian Xin. According to legend, Quying is this human Taoist companion, fellow Taoists, you should be careful. Besides, there is also that green-haired and green-eyed man, Xiang Liu from the Nine Heavens Daoist League. The two ranked first and second."

Song Lin followed the sound and looked over, and sure enough, he saw a man who was so imposing that no one dared to look at him.

Jian Xin and Xiang Liu.

Song Lin remembered the two of them.

Don't forget anything else.

Qu Ying, who was ranked third, was killed by herself, and the others are probably not too good.

At the same time as the banquet, Qingchen Tianshi read out the results of the closure of the country.

Sure enough, the eldest prince Feng Guo won the upper class, and the others were just a middle class.

From this point of view, Xuanzong Shangqing Daomeng has won.

"How will we fight?" Song Lin asked.

"The Tongtian Dharma Altar is called the Empress Earth Altar. This altar is used as a competition. Each person has a chance to challenge once. The last person in the ring is the winner."

"In previous years, the Dao League where the top name belonged was the leader. This year, there is an extra feudal country, and the total number of people defeated by the Dao League must be counted to determine the top three. With the current scores of Xuanzong Shangqing or Jiutian Yulou, as long as they enter the top three, It is the dragon head."

"So be sure to try your best to beat them, and don't let them defend too much."

Xuanhe secretly said through voice transmission.

"Our plan is this, you are the main one, we will replace as many people as possible, and you will stay at the end."

Xuanhe said.

In fact, this kind of competition is not fair at all. If you are the first to fight, you will have to face many people, and the strong will only be the last to fight.

But this is also a kind of tempering. To be strong is to be strong, to have one-to-many power, and not to be afraid of wheel wars. Only in this way can one be a master.

"So troublesome."

Song Lin didn't care much.

"No way, the opponent is strong and has an advantage, so we can only do this." Xuan He smiled wryly.

"That is to say, we must win the first prize, and at the same time let the people from Xuanzong Shangqing or Jiutian Yulou lose a little more. It's better to wait for them to be knocked out as soon as they are in the ring, so we can't let them beat too many people?"

Song Lin probably understood the rules.

Although the competition system is really not fair, the strong are easily defeated by wheels, but the strong don't care about these.

"For a while...and then again..."

Xuanhe sent a voice transmission to Taixuan and Song Lin, telling them about their plans for a while.

Song Lin didn't listen to a word, he already had his own plan.

Soon, the banquet is over.

The eunuch first read the emperor's achievements and the virtues of Zen.

Qingchen looked at the crowd and said with a smile: "Everyone, the time has come, it's almost time, let's see who wins this year."

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Qingchen is full of confidence!"

"Everyone depends on their ability, we will just wait and see."

Daomeng Tianshi said a word to me.

Qingchen holds his right palm empty.

Whoa!
The scenery disappears, and thousands of miles are flat.

Only 21 fighting disciples remained.

In front of him is a dharma altar as high as Mount Tai. The sky above the altar is flat and empty.

This is the altar of the Empress Dowager.

This is the arena.

There are faint eyes coming from all over the world.

Everyone should be entering some kind of restriction, and people outside should be able to watch the movement on the field.

Seven Daomeng, 21 people will compete.

The moment they saw the arena, everyone didn't move.

As the saying goes, if you hit the bird first, being the first to come up means you have to face twenty other people.

Unless you just want to win games, or pave the way for others.

But the people in the first ring didn't even know who they were going to face.

So no one wants to go.

Jian Xin kept staring at Song Lin, and Xiang Liu stared at Jian Xin.

The strong do not play, the weak do not dare to play, and the situation is stalemate.

The Celestial Masters looked impatient.

"What's going on? Everyone is so afraid of death." Chi Wujie said.

Although his disciples are a little weaker than those Tianjiao, but they don't even have the guts to fight.

Xuan He winked at Song Lin, and secretly said:

"I'll go up first and take a few people away first."

Xuan He could only go up by himself.

"stop!"

Song Lin called Xuanhe to stop.

"what happened?"

Xuan He looked back in doubt.

Whoa!
Song Lin didn't answer, but flew directly to the top of the ring.

With a condescending attitude, he looked at the people below.

Song Lin smiled faintly, with seven points of insolence:

"I'm in a hurry, let's go together later."

Since you want to become a master, how can you do it without a record that shocks the world?
(Ask for a monthly ticket, thank you everyone)
　(Thanks for being drunk and self-drunk for the big reward.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)