Soul Emperor Martial God

Whoosh...

It was almost the moment when Sect Master of Kuanglan appeared on the competition platform.

The half-step celestial warrior who was originally triumphant on the competition stage, who was holding the winning ticket, jumped off the competition stage without hesitation.

"Are you surrendering before you fight?" The warriors around were all dumb.

"A group of fools." The half-step celestial warrior snorted disdainfully.

"Sect Master Kuanglan is a real power in the celestial realm, how can I win?"

"Rather than being hurt and bombed, it is better to give up."

This strong man is simply.

Everyone knows the gap between the half-step celestial pole and the real celestial pole.

That is almost a spike situation.

Anyway, it's a loss, so it's better to just admit defeat, and it saves you the pain of skin and flesh.

"I thought there would be fierce battle, it seems that the seventh place can be directly ended." Lu Zheng smiled.

Xiao Yi nodded.

If only those long-famous half-step celestial battles.

The battle will indeed be extremely fierce and will last for a long time.

But the appearance of a strong celestial realm directly declared the ownership of the seventh place.

"Who is going to challenge?" Sect Master Kuanglan shouted.

The audience was silent and no one answered.

No one dared to accept the declaration of war by a strong celestial realm.

Not long after, the old man on the martial arts stage, the first sub-temple master of the Fengsha Temple, directly announced the seventh place and belonged to the Sect Master of Kuanglan.

"The last place left." Zhuo Duxing's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Perhaps the old man can compete."

Among the martial artists who watched the battle around, several half-step celestial powerhouses also showed incomparable fighting spirit.

The celestial realm powerhouses are all powerhouses who dominate one side in the Fengsheng area.

Any one is in a high position.

In the Wind and Silence Conference, the appearance of a Sovereign of Kuanglan came to participate, which is already surprising.

It is absolutely impossible that a second celestial realm will come to compete.

Then, for the eighth place, for many half-step celestial powers present, it is still unknown who will get the spot.

However, in the next second, the words of the old man on the martial arts stage stunned everyone present.

"Wind Silence Conference, the competition for places has ended." The old man announced loudly.

"What?" The warriors present were startled.

"Isn't there still an eighth place yet to be contested?"

The old man said loudly, "The first 7 places have been selected under the competition of everyone."

"There is already a candidate for the eighth place."

"Already have a candidate?" The martial artist present was full of surprise and anger.

"What's the joke, the default candidate can't be chosen?"

"The Wind Silence Conference is a grand event in the entire Feng Sage region. The number of places is for the strong."

"How can you get it directly without contention."

"Not bad." Many warriors began to curse.

"Fengshadian, although you are the organizers of the Wind Silence Conference, but you are so selfish, you are not afraid to become a joke when you spread it?"

"Fengshadian, but want to oppress us ordinary warriors?"

For a time, the entire Wind Silence Conference, surrounded by tens of thousands of warriors, was raging.

"Be safe and not impatient." On the martial arts stage, the old man frowned and let out a cold cry.

"Hmph, Fengshadian will not give an explanation today, don't think we will stop." Tens of thousands of warriors were extremely angry.

The number of places in the Wind Silence Conference is enough to make everyone covet it.

If the strength is not as good as the others, it's fine if you can't compete for a place.

But if it is the default quota, this is absolutely unacceptable to everyone.

"Cough cough." Just at this moment, an old cough sounded.

The sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

In the spectator stand, a figure slowly stood up.

"The quota is set by the old man." It was the Master of Wind Palace who spoke.

"Whoever has an opinion, you can directly find the old man."

boom…

The voice of the master of the Wind Palace fell, and an inexplicable force swept the audience.

The breath of tens of thousands of warriors was instantly suppressed.

"The Master of the Wind Palace..." The faces of the warriors changed.

"Now, do you have any comments?" The Master of the Wind Palace's calm voice resounded through the audience.

"We..." The faces of the warriors were extremely ugly.

"Since it is the quota set by the Master of Wind, we have no opinion."

A group of warriors gritted their teeth, and finally shook their heads.

However, the unwilling look on everyone's faces proves that they are not as disagreed as they say.

In the spectator stand, the Master of the Wind Palace didn't care about the faces of the warriors.

"Whoever gets the spot, go to the martial arts stage." The calm voice of the Master of the Wind Palace spread throughout the audience.

Swish...wish...wish...

Seven people, including the Grand Prince Feng Sheng, Chu Rou, Yu Feng, Six Princes, Qin Hongyi, and Sovereign of Kuanglan, jumped onto the stage one after another.

"Yeah." The Master of the Palace of Wind glanced at the seven with satisfaction.

Then, he waved his hand.

Seven consecutive rays of light appeared in front of the seven out of thin air.

"Huh?" The seven people were puzzled, and their expressions changed.

"This...this is..."

The expressions of the eldest prince, Chu Rou, Yu Feng and others did not change much.

On the contrary, it was Qin Hongyi, the Sixth Prince, Sect Master of Kuanglan and others, whose expressions were full of surprises.

"Such an astonishing breath, far above the best elementary artifact, is it a sacred artifact?" Sect Master Kuanglan exclaimed.

"Sacred Artifact?" Below, all the warriors took a breath, and their faces showed envy.

"Holy artifact? How is this possible?" Lu Zheng frowned.

"That's a treasure that even the Promise Saint Realm powerhouse covets."

"It's not a saint." Xiao Yi shook his head.

The name of the sacred weapon was learned when talking with the Duanmu Palace Master.

The so-called sacred weapon is a powerful treasure that is qualified to obtain and use by the strong of Promise Realm.

Because the Promise Realm is also called the Holy Realm, this powerful treasure is called the sacred artifact.

The sacred device is completely above the elementary device.

Even in the ancient times, it was an extremely rare thing, and the idle Promise Realm powerhouse might not have it.

Such a rare treasure, even if it is Fengsha Temple, can't come up with seven at once.

"This is a sub-sacred weapon." On the martial arts stage, the Master of the Wind Palace gave the answer.

"It turns out to be a sub-sacred weapon." A group of warriors showed a sudden look, but the envy on their faces did not fade too much.

The so-called sub-sacred device, the power lies between the sacred device and the supreme elementary device.

The power is stronger than the best element, but it has not reached the level of the sacred implement.

"These seven sub-sacred artifacts serve as protection for the seven of you to enter the empty holy place." The Master of the Palace of Wind looked at the seven and exhorted.

"After coming out of the sacred place of emptiness, you must return it, do you hear it clearly?"

"Yes, Lord Xie Feng." The seven took the sub-sacred artifact and thanked them.

"Okay, you can follow me to the Hollow Holy Land." The Master of the Wind Palace said aloud, then the figure flashed and flew forward.

The Holiness and Silence Holy Land is the center of the vast and quiet Holy Land.

Only the seven people who can enter the Holiness Holy Land are the ones who get the quota.

The rest can only wait at the edge of the empty holy place.

A group of warriors followed the Master of the Wind Palace.

In just a few minutes, everyone has arrived at the center of the Holy Land of Wind Silence.

A violent and astonishing gust of wind surrounds the surroundings.

The gust of wind that seemed to annihilate people's minds made people shudder.

Foremost, at the very center of the wind, there was a figure sitting cross-legged in it.

Despite the raging wind, he couldn't hurt him at all.

"That's it?" A group of warriors looked at the figure in front of them in surprise.

"That is the owner of the eighth place." The Master of the Wind Palace chuckled lightly.

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