Return of the War God

Lying on the ground at the entrance of the ancient Yuanyang Hall eight hundred feet high, a brilliant silver light suddenly gleamed. With the gleaming of the silver light, figures came out one after another, and so on, and finally walked out. Eleven people supporting each other.

The leader was Ye Wuque, followed by Mo Qingye supporting Mo Honglian and Mo Bai lotus root, Sima Ao put a right hand on Lin Yingluo’s fragrant shoulder and walked limpingly. Smelling the fragrance on Lin Yingluo's body, she was a little excited.

Nalanyan walked alone inexplicably with her slender hands and chest, followed by two other monks in the main city of Tianfeng with lively and dull appearances, but the expressions of both of them showed the joy of the rest of their lives; and the one who walked out in the end. But it was the two remaining monks in the main city of Liuyun, these two were pale, but their eyes were filled with sadness.

A group of eleven people left the Yuanyang heritage and stopped at the entrance of the Yuanyang Hall. They stood quietly, looking at this quaint silver stone palace, their eyes were full of inexplicable, as if they were recalling the shock of the trip. .

Only some words that Ji Yuanyang said to him in the heart of Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque didn't see it, and the eyes of several of them fell on him, full of heartfelt gratitude and awe.

"Rumble" "Om"

At this moment, a shocking wave suddenly broke out in the distance, which immediately attracted everyone's attention!

"That's... another place of heritage!"

Mo Honglian's voice was strange.

"Yin..."

An endless soft moan just spread from far to near, and the sound fell in Ye Wuque's ears and made his eyes condensed, and he even felt a familiar wave from it!

"This is countless swords trembling together..."

Looking from a distance, Ye Wuque saw the steep peak of seven or eight hundred feet high, and burst into waves of sharp and unmatched aura, like a sword with a handle of three feet of cold light. Hanging high in the void, exudes endless sword energy.

"Charming minister..."

An astonishing battle intent appeared in his eyes, and the blood in Ye Wuque's heart was stimulated by this boundless sword chant at this moment, slowly boiling!

And the familiar fluctuation he felt just now came from the style minister.

"Brother Wuwei, what's wrong with you?"

With the sound of a caring daughter, Mo Honglian clearly sensed the war intent in Ye Wuque's eyes and asked.

Lin Yingluo, who was holding Sima Ao's arm, also cast a trace of doubt.

"Hehe, it's nothing, just think of a powerful opponent."

Ye Wuque smiled softly and replied, but although the war intent in his eyes had temporarily receded, the heat in his heart was burning like a prairie fire.

"Sure enough, have you become stronger? The handsome minister, really looking forward to a battle between you and me..."

The words of war and sharpness sounded in Ye Wuque's heart.

Outside the Hundred Yuan Realm, the void above the white jade platform.

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Wei Xiong, the lord of the second city standing with his hand, waved his right hand, and the huge light curtain that had collected the two entrances of Yuanyang Palace and Tianbai Peak disappeared into the invisible.

"The first stage of the Hundred Cities War, the three days and three nights have ended, all the city owners, join me into the Hundred Yuan Realm, and determine the candidates for the second stage."

The majestic and majestic voice resounded from all directions, and Wei Xiong waved his right hand toward the sky again, and a huge gate of light suddenly appeared, followed by a sense of vastness and etherealness.

"Om"

The power of space swept across the world, and the light gate was shining with white light. Wei Xiong took the lead and turned into a stream of light. The first to enter it, followed by a hundred figures shining with different rays of light. Above, it is exactly the one hundred city owners of the one hundred major cities.

And the losers who were eliminated from the Hundred Yuan Realm were also brought into the Hundred Yuan Realm by the city owners of their respective main cities, but no one noticed that among the 100 city owners, there was a gloomy old man who was full of hair and hair. The look at this time was extremely ugly.

"Buzz..."

Just as Ye Wuque's eleven people were looking at another place of inheritance, a vast and unparalleled wave suddenly appeared on the horizon, and a huge light gate appeared!

The boundless momentum poured out, almost sweeping the entire Hundred Yuan Realm. This pressure made all the monsters in the Hundred Yuan Realm tremble at this moment, crawling low, and there was no more viciousness and wildness in the usual days. .

"The three days and three nights of the first phase of the Hundred Cities War is over. Congratulations to the little guys who stayed..."

The majestic and majestic voice echoed throughout the Hundred Yuan Realm, and a figure slowly walked out of the huge light gate, and the whole body fluctuated vastly. It was Wei Xiong, the lord of the second city.

Feeling the power of this emptiness and misty space once again, Ye Wuque and other eleven people who looked up to the sky were also slightly excited at this moment.

Wei Xiong, who was born, stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were sharp, still as sharp as needles, and the square face was expressionless, only a hint of admiration in his tone.

Looking at Wei Xiong standing on the horizon, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light. After passing the Yuanyang inheritance, Ye Wuque understood that Wei Xiong, the lord of the second city, must also be a master of Lichen Realm who transformed Poyue into Soul Yang. And its cultivation is so powerful that it is no longer under Ji Yuanyang in its heyday!

"Om"

There was no movement from Wei Xiong either, and a mighty force filled the void suddenly. This force overflowed into the void, swept straight to the steep mountain peak in the distance, and then turned back in an instant. It contained dozens of young monks with powerful cultivation. It was another one who chose to enter the Tianbai heritage. Batch people.

At the same time, Ye Wuque and other eleven people suddenly realized that they could not control their bodies, so they were lifted up by an unpredictable force, and under the control of this force, they flew towards Wei Xiong on the horizon, and finally joined others. Dozens of young monks who walked out of Tianbai Peak stood together.

This was the second time Ye Wuque felt the wonderful feeling of being above the void. The last time it was when Qi Shilong took them to the White Jade Stone Terrace. This feeling of standing on the void made Ye Wuque feel boundless yearning.

"One day, I will stand proudly above the sky, beside the clouds with my own strength."

The blazing heat in his eyes flashed away, and Ye Wuque once again gave birth to infinite desire for higher cultivation and realm.

This scene didn't just happen to Ye Wuque's body, the faces of the remaining young geniuses also had the same look.

Nodding slightly, Wei Xiong's eyes revealed a hint of satisfaction.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's spirit power felt an unparalleled sharp aura rushing toward his face, and then his whole body rose up with a stern domineering aura, his eyes followed the unparalleled sharp aura.

In the next instant, bright Xuanhe eyes met a pair of clear but full of endless sharp eyes!

At this glance, Ye Wuque felt the blood in his heart start to boil, and the war intent in his eyes burned sharply!

"Sure enough, it's you... a handsome minister!"

It was the kendo wizard who chose to enter the Tianbai Peak to cast his eyes on Ye Wuque.

At the same time, among dozens of people in the distance, the demeanor standing in the front row was full of vigor, his mouth suddenly moved, and he said a few words silently.

"Very well, Ye Wuque, you really didn't disappoint me."

For a time, the two hot gazes seemed to fought in the void, each bursting into dazzling glory!

"Om"

Wei Xiong's gaze swept across the young face of dozens of feet in front of him in turn, paused for a moment on Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen, and immediately the majestic voice resounded within the hundred yuan realm again.

"Take out your jade seal of hundred cities."

As soon as these words fell, dozens of young monks immediately took out their own jade seals of Hundred Cities, and a dazzling light gleamed in this void. Among them, there were light purple and dark purple, but there was no exception. , All are purple.

"Swish swish"

Holding the jade seal belonging to his own hundred cities, Ye Wuque suddenly felt his hands empty, and the jade seal path of the hundred cities rose from the sky and shot towards the place where Wei Xiong stood.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of jade seals from Hundred Cities shining with purple halo gathered in front of Wei Xiong. He slightly sensed it and waved his hand. Under Wei Xiong's control, the jade seals of Hundred Cities were once again. The lasing void returned to everyone's hands without the slightest deviation.

Holding the jade seal of Hundred Cities with a purple halo once again, these dozens of young monks who met the requirements of the first stage of the Hundred Cities War all soared into the sky, and their tyrannical aura couldn't help pouring out.

It seems that after the cruel three days and three nights of the Hundred Yuan Realm's extremely fast tempering and fighting, those of them who could laugh at the end seemed to have been reborn, worn out their arrogance, and faded a piece of immature.

Three hundred young geniuses entered the Hundred Yuan Realm together. After three days and three nights of battle and competition, only the last dozens were left. Such an elimination rate cannot be underestimated, and it is extremely cruel.

"Shoo, hoo..."

The sound of the clothes breaking through the sky continued to be heard from the huge light gate, and hundreds of figures kept walking out of the light gate. It was exactly the one hundred city lord and representatives of the one hundred major cities that were eliminated for a hundred dollars. Those geniuses in the world.

With the appearance of the Hundred Great City Lord, the coercion above the entire void poured out uncontrollably, as if the entire Hundred Yuan Realm was about to be unsupported, but disappeared without a trace.

"Congratulations, you have successfully reached the first stage of the Hundred Cities War. I once said that in my eyes, you are all just rubbish, just a bunch of smug little shrimps, ignorantly thick, milky hairy boys. Now, I withdrew this sentence. You have proved to me that you are not **** with your actual actions, and they, those who are eliminated from the hundred yuan realm by you, are rubbish."

Lifting his finger gently behind him, Wei Xiong's majestic voice echoed again.

Following Wei Xiong's words, dozens of young monks who had successfully passed the test with a flashing purple halo finally showed a smile.

The admiration from Wei Xiong made them breathe out the breath that they had been holding back in their hearts. As Wei Xiong said, in this hundred yuan realm, they proved that they were the last ones who laughed. They were not **** before, and they will not be **** now, and they will not be **** in the future.

Wei Xiong's relentless words fell in the ears of the nearly two hundred eliminated monks who were once again brought back to the Hundred Yuan realm by the city masters of their respective main cities, making all of them pale, no trace of blood, and all kinds of unwilling, helpless, Desperate, once vigorous, once vigorous, it seems that he will never be able to find it again, which is in sharp contrast with the dozens of imposing passers on the opposite side.

One side is like a dark star, and the other is like a hot sun!

Such a stark contrast, loudly but relentlessly ridiculed, almost made those losers want to scream up to the sky, humiliated and dying, and what's more, their eyes are dull and lost.

The expressionless Ye Wuque stood at the head of the eleven, listening to Wei Xiong's undisguised admiration and ridicule, but his mood did not change.

Ten years of death made Ye Wuque understand that if you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is an unchanging truth. Instead of complaining and feeling down here, it is better to hide today's failure in your heart, work hard, never give up, and start all over again. ! Perhaps someday in the future, the geniuses who have stepped on your head will be stepped back under your feet again.

One way of training is so cruel, and if the skills are not as good as people, then you will be humiliated if you can't say it.

No one saw that among the more than 200 monks who failed, there were dozens of pairs of eyes shining with unyielding light and tough sparks. They did not lose their souls, were not ashamed and dying, but opened their eyes wide and will face each other. Those dozens of faces were deeply remembered in his heart, and they were regarded as the goal of future efforts.

Yes, I am not as good as you now, but this does not mean that I will still be inferior to you in the future. Today’s defeat, bear in mind, he will see you again and will definitely give him some advice!

The journey of training is also very long. No one knows that some day in the future, among these young monks who have been defeated by manpower, there will be several earth-shattering people!

Wei Xiong didn't seem to care how much his words would cast a shadow on the two hundred failed young monks behind him. Perhaps it would make some of them feel impenetrable in this life, fade away from the aura of genius, and become mediocre. There is no glory of the past.

Perhaps, this is also the result Wei Xiong wants. The waves are scouring the sand, and the steel is made into steel. Those who are not firm in their hearts and wills, if they can't even pass the blow in front of them and cheer up again, they will not be able to become a real strong in their entire life. , For such a weak, what use is it for the one hundred major cities of the East to come?

"However, although you are no longer rubbish..."

Wei Xiong with sharp eyes slowly opened his mouth, his gaze swept across every young face holding a hundred cities jade seal, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Following Wei Xiong's words, dozens of young monks' hearts tightened once again!

"Although it is no longer rubbish, it is still far from true genius, but you can rest assured that I will still give you another chance to prove yourself. This is the second and final stage of the Hundred Cities War. Whether you can become a true genius and shine your own light depends on whether you can grasp the next last chance."

These words passed into the ears of dozens of young monks, and it was as if a volcano about to erupt had been placed in their hearts, and the brazen fighting spirit and boiling blood burned in an instant!

"The final battle of the Hundred Cities War, is it finally coming..."

With eyes glowing like electricity, Ye Wuque muttered to himself, rubbing his finger at his storage ring, Ye Wuque told himself in his heart that no matter how cruel the next final battle, he must win. Only in this way, he may have the opportunity to meet the mysterious and unpredictable Great City Lord of the First City, and to ask the Great City Lord about the blood dragon jade and information about Fu Bo.

Therefore, he cannot be defeated, he can only win all the way to the end!

"Before the final battle, collect your jade seals from the 100 cities. You have three days to recover your injuries and adjust your own state. After three days, I hope you will meet the final battle in the peak state."

As these words fell, several figures descended from the sky behind Wei Xiong and entered Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak respectively. Because in the two places of inheritance, there are still many monks who have lost their mobility due to excessive injuries. Although some of them have upgraded their own hundred cities jade seal to purple, they did not spend three days and three nights. The final moment of time came to Wei Xiong in time, and he could only regret the same failure.

Among the two figures entering the Yuanyang Palace, one of them was an old man with a gloomy face and a full head. This person was the city lord of Zihuo City, Zhou Lieyang.

"Om"

Just as Wei Xiong was about to take all the young geniuses across the door of space to the healing and rest place, an anxious and frustrated old voice suddenly sounded from the Yuanyang Hall!

"Enlighten the Second City Lord to inherit the Yuanyang Longguang main city, Ye Wuwei, this son is extremely sinful, and the methods in the Yuanyang Palace are cruel and cruel, and must not be easily forgiven!"

The old voice reverberated in all directions, and instantly reached everyone's ears, and Wei Xiong's figure also paused slightly at this moment.

Ye Wuque, who heard these words clearly in his ears, narrowed his eyes, and the cold light immediately flourished!

Because he saw the Huafa old man who had just entered the Yuanyang Palace and swept out from the inside with a person in his arms. The man's eyes were absent, his face was hollow and desperate, only his mouth seemed to keep repeating a name. It's Zhou Huo.

And the other old man who followed Zhou Lieyang had the same gloomy face. In the Yuanli aperture in front of him were nearly twenty young monks who passed out. All of these young monks who passed out were bloody, their faces Extremely painful and distorted, Shen Yushu and the young man with red hair are among them!

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