All realms start from the emperor

Chapter 49 Zongmen Grand Competition
Dingtian Holy Gate
In a quaint courtyard.

Qin Zhongmou looked melancholy.

"Ugh"

"How should this be."

"The arrogance of each faction is at least the Holy Realm."

"If I want to calm everyone down, I must get a high ranking in this Zongmen Grand Competition."

"But with my mere half-step holy realm cultivation, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to enter the top [-]."

Putting down the jade slip in his hand, Qin Zhongmou walked out of the hall.

These days, he who stood out from the map of Sealing Demons and Purgatory and became a registered disciple was kept in the sect because of his outstanding vision and extraordinary ability.

Other registered disciples were sent to various places one after another, either guarding one side, or conquering one side.

And he, originally relied on the registered disciples to obtain sufficient cultivation resources, but these days, the holy master Jiyou entrusted him with some of the affairs of the holy sect, and he was willing to do so at first, because it was the holy master who regarded him as successors to train.

In the past six months, through his continuous efforts, the Holy Sect has known that there is a new high-ranking disciple who is valued by the Supreme and the Holy Master.

Today, he has almost become a quasi-holy master.

The current Holy Master of the Cauldron Heaven Sect entrusts him to do all the small and medium matters, and entrusts the current Holy Master to make decisions on major matters, and he will implement them.

The end result was that he neglected to cultivate.

He has fallen behind the top Tianjiao in the sect.

He drove the magic weapon of the long sword and headed towards Yinxian Island.

There are thousands of words in my mind.

He was very disturbed.

At the beginning, he promised the Supreme Master, and he would definitely live up to everyone's expectations and become the next Holy Master.

Now, although his approval rate in the Holy Gate has gradually increased, his reputation has gradually increased.

But his own strength is too low to become the future Holy Master.

This world, after all, is a world of cultivation, strength is the most important thing, and cultivation of immortals is the most important thing.

The Dingtian Holy Sect has become the overlord of hundreds of territories in Dongzhou. To become the Holy Lord, in addition to certain abilities, the strength must also be strong!
The position of the Holy Master can represent the facade of the Dingtian Holy Gate.

A weak Holy Master, no matter how powerful he is, how can he convince the crowd?
Even if the Holy Master, the Supreme Master, and even some elders support him, those young and vigorous Tianjiao will definitely not be convinced.

This will seriously affect the cohesion of the Holy Gate.

Before he knew it, he had come to Yinxian Island.

He initiated a sound transmission with a nervous mood, calling for Master.

"Master is not in the sect, what's the matter with you? If it's a trivial matter, go back first."

A steady and mature voice came from Qin Zhongmou's ear.

"You are? Third Senior Brother!"

"Exactly."

Jiang Qianpan, still carrying a rusty sword, appeared behind Qin Zhongmou.

"I'm looking for Master. It's urgent."

Qin Zhongmou couldn't tell whether it was his own private matter or urgent matter.

"Master is dealing with things outside, and he won't be back for a while."

"That's it."

Qin Zhongmou's face was pale.

Originally, he thought about asking Master for help to increase his strength.

Now it seems that it should be too late.

Zongmen Dabi, just these few days.

Master respects his old man, how can he care about these trivial matters.

It's asking for too much.

"Did you encounter any difficulties? If I can solve it, I can help you."

Jiang Qianpan saw the desperation on Qin Zhongmou's face and knew that he had encountered difficulties, so he took the initiative to speak.

"Thank you, brother, for your kindness. I'm afraid you can't help me with this favor."

Qin Zhongmou sighed.

"Oh? You might as well tell me, I'm really interested."

Jiang Qianpan usually cannot see a speck of sand in his eyes.

The devil should be killed, and the good people should help.

This is his belief.

"Isn't there a Zongmen Grand Competition recently? I want to improve my strength and get a higher ranking."

"Oh, that's it, why do you want to get a high ranking? You haven't been under the master's command for a long time, so your cultivation level is naturally inferior to those of the Tianjiao who have been there for ten years."

"But why is it possible, senior brother!"

Jiang Qianpan smiled when he heard the words, and said: "That's because the master has a treasure that can change the flow of time. On the surface, the senior brother has practiced for a year, but in fact he has practiced for seven or eight years."

"I see."

Qin Zhongmou suddenly realized.

"It's a pity that the master is not here now, and the Zongmen Grand Competition is about to start in half a month."

"No hurry, Master should be back soon."

"With Master's ability, it is not difficult to help you break through the current bottleneck, so don't worry."

Jiang Qianpan comforted.

"I see, brother."

"By the way, senior brother, why aren't the other senior senior brothers and second senior sisters in the sect?"

This is Qin Zhongmou's confusion all along.

If it wasn't for the elder brother and Er Erjin not being in the sect for a long time, and the third senior brother having no interest in the position of the Holy Master, he thought that the position of the Holy Master would not be his turn at all.

"They are all very busy."

When the name of the senior brother was mentioned, Jiang Qianpan's eyes flashed with admiration and envy.

"Their target is not in the Dingtian Sacred Gate, nor in the Qiankun Realm, so you don't have to worry."

Jiang Qianpan seemed to see through his thoughts, and comforted him.

"I see, thank you brother for clarifying."

Qin Zhongmou stood up and bowed to Jiang Qianpan.

In a dark mist
A ghost appeared from the void
"die"

A gloomy voice came from a distance.

A figure who seemed to be a dead soul jumped up from the back of a bone dragon, stabbed out a spear, and hit Yinghao.

Immediately, a blood-red light shuttle flew out from the tip of the spear, emitting terrifying power.

The power erupted from the spear was extremely terrifying. With the light shuttle as the center, a halo like a water wave was formed, making the sky explode.

"Space shift."

Ying Hao's figure disappeared from the spot, avoiding the blood-red light shuttle.

"Boom."

Just now, where Ying Hao was standing, the ground more than 200 meters wide was attacked by the blood-red light shuttle, collapsed, and slid into the deep ditch of the broken ground.

Ying Hao's figure appeared in the sky above the top of the mountain, and landed on a stone.

"The icon of time."

"Space icon."

Ying Hao slowly raised his arms, and then, the holy image of time and the holy image of space appeared on the left and right sides of his body, much like two huge vortexes.

With a push of both arms, the saint of time and space flew out and collided with the two big fist marks.

"Boom."

The two fist seals shattered and turned into two clouds of blood.

Ying Hao only felt an overwhelming force rushing away, his body was uncontrollable, and he flew backwards and crashed into the interior of the mountain range.

Ying Hao didn't know what hit it, and there was a loud "bang" in the black evil energy.

Afterwards, thousands of soul shadows in the mist seemed to be frightened, and all of them came to life, crying out ear-piercingly.

"With his cultivation base, he can resist my Necromancer Hundred Killing Fist." The soul knight was a little unbelievable.

The soul knight's own physique is quite strong, comparable to the divine body among the human race. In the same realm, if not invincible, it is also the top existence.

The soul knight's cultivation has reached the seven-step emperor, and with the power of the black mist, he can kill an ordinary emperor with only one spear.

However, Ying Hao, who was only the Seven-step Great Emperor, blocked his blow and survived.

How can it not be surprising?

"Where did this thing come from?"

Ying Hao got up from the ground, surrounded by black mist, it was difficult to see things ten feet away.

"Be careful! The mist is poisonous, and it has a strong cold and evil spirit."

Chen Daowang circulated the holy energy, and immediately, 72 layers of holy light emerged.

Each layer of holy light is like a defensive shield. Any creature who wants to sneak attack him must first penetrate 72 layers of holy light.

Chen Daowang was able to resist the erosion of the black mist, and only suffered some minor injuries, all thanks to the 72nd floor of the Holy Light.

Only by practicing some special exercises, when one reaches the realm of the great saint, or reaches the realm of the great emperor, can one cultivate the holy light of body protection.

The holy light was released, and the black mist was indeed unable to get close to Ying Hao and Chen Daowang, but the light of the holy light was so strong that it attracted a ghost shadow,
It's not a ghost, it's just a shadow.

On the other hand, Ying Hao felt a more terrifying aura than that of the Revenant Knight, which made all the hairs on his body stand up.

"What evil thing is this?"

Ying Hao held his breath, held the ancient sword, and entered a state of high alert.

"quack."

That shadow suddenly disappeared with a sinister laugh.

Seven or eight different voices sounded from all directions in the space.

"us."

"who is it?"

"That's a good question."

"We forgot too"

"Who are we?"

"Remember their screams"

"They all call us."

"—Magic General"

(End of this chapter)