The Way of the Heavens

The warriors participating in the martial arts conference below hesitated for a moment, not daring to be the first to step onto the battle stage to defend.

The Xuandan realm strongman standing in the air saw this scene and said expressionlessly: "The selection time this time is ten days. Those who fail to persist for an hour after ten days will be eliminated!"

He just waved his wide sleeves casually, and a huge hourglass appeared in the eyes of hundreds of millions of warriors from all races below, suspended in the void, and grains of golden sand continued to fall from the upper area.

"Only ten days for selection?" The warriors participating in the conference below changed their faces slightly.

You must know that there are hundreds of thousands of participating warriors below, but the battle stage is so small. If they don't occupy a battle stage first and persist for an hour, they may be eliminated before they step onto the stage.

At this moment, one figure after another swept into the air, occupying a battle stage one after another, and running their whole body cultivation to prepare for the next battle.

The battle stage of the Transcendent Realm is suspended at a height of about ten feet. The Transcendent Realm warriors who cannot fly in the air can enter the battle stage with a leap.

The battle platforms of the Divine Sea and Yuantai realms were suspended at a higher position.

Before the warriors who first arrived at the battle platform could stand firmly, warriors rushed to the battle platform where they were. However, when one warrior entered, the rest were blocked by the energy barrier outside the battle platform.

Boom boom boom!

Without any words, the battle was about to break out. The two warriors on the battle platform did not hesitate to use martial arts one after another, trying to defeat the opponent at the lowest cost.

After all, they didn't know how many battles they would have to go through in the next hour. In the case of being unable to recover the consumed power, they could only try to save the power in their bodies.

On the battle platform in the Yuantai area, powerful martial arts exploded the air and ravaged the space, and two completely different artistic conception forces confronted each other.

On a battle platform, Yu Jiuyin looked at the Yuantai realm warrior in front of him expressionlessly, waved his right hand, and several Yuantai corpses stood beside him.

"You go down by yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

The warrior's face changed. He had naturally heard of Yu Jiuyin, the candidate for the championship of the martial arts conference, and knew that he was no match for the latter's corpse spirit.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I admit defeat!"

Then the warrior decisively turned around and left the battle stage, heading to other battle stages to find hope of promotion.

There are still ten days left for the first round of selection. With his strength, as long as he doesn't match those geniuses from various races, he is confident that he can pass this round, get a good ranking, and get some rewards.

The warriors around the battle stage where Yu Jiuyin was located looked at each other, fearing the horror of the former corpse spirit army, and for a while no warrior dared to challenge him.

Yu Jiuyin sat cross-legged in the center of the battle stage, closed his eyes and rested, seemingly not taking the people around him seriously, while several corpse spirits stood around him to protect him.

In the sky, the Xuandan realm masters of various races were not surprised to see this scene.

"Hmph, a warrior from the corpse refining lineage!" A strong man from the elf clan looked disgusted.

Most of the tribesmen were disgusted with Yu Jiuyin's practice of refining corpses into corpse spirits, and even many people from Yu Jiuyin's own clan, the Yu Clan, were disgusted with him.

For a period of time at first, when Yu Jiuyin was exposed to be refining corpse spirits with the corpses of the dead, he was also hunted down by many warriors, like a dog that had lost its home.

However, later, Yu Jiuyin was accepted as a disciple by an old ancestor of the Yu Clan who was about to die, which changed his situation.

No one dared to hunt him down anymore, and facing Yu Jiuyin refining corpse spirits, everyone dared to be angry but not to speak.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Yu Jiuyin successfully passed the selection and advanced to the next round.

During this period, there were also warriors who came to challenge him on the battle stage where he was. A warrior of the seventh level of the Yuantai couldn't help but want to try the strength of the corpse spirit refined by the former.

As a result, Yu Jiuyin drove two corpse spirits and tore him in half in a few moves. He didn't even have time to admit defeat. He really died with his eyes open.

This bloody and brutal scene shocked the surrounding warriors, and no one dared to challenge him.

On the other side, the spiritual light on the body of the war clan Xing Wu was flowing, shining with metallic luster, like a spiritual weapon.

A warrior from the bear tribe on the opposite side shouted, waving a huge mace in his hand, carrying tens of thousands of kilograms of force to smash Xing Wu!

Clang!

Facing this terrifying attack, Xing Wu's face did not change, and the body refining technique was running. His skin instantly turned golden and collided with the mace.

Seeing that Xing Wu didn't bleed or lose a hair, the bear warrior's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly wanted to take back the mace and distance himself from Xing Wu.

But Xing Wu showed a grim smile on his face, and grabbed the mace with both arms, making the latter unable to move.

His other four arms flashed with golden luster, tearing the air and blasting towards the bear warrior.

Ah!

The bear warrior received the blow from Xing Wu head-on, and screamed as if he was hit hard. His figure flew out of the battlefield like a cannonball.

Xing Wu broke his hands, and the ten-foot-long mace broke into two halves, "You only have this little strength, it's really boring."

Xing Wu looked around, "Who else wants to fight!"

An hour later, Xing Wu of the War Clan successfully advanced to the next round.

On other battlefields, many Tianjiao used various means to easily suppress their opponents, shock everyone, and successfully advanced.

Fu Han of the Tianwen Clan controlled metal puppets and easily hit his enemies;

Lei Guang of the Leiling Clan roared all over, and red thunders spread all over the battlefield. No one could come out of it unscathed;

The golden wings of Feng Shao of the Feather Clan vibrated, and his white armor shone brightly, like the coming of the God of Light. With a wave of his hand, the true meaning of the scorching sun burned his opponent;

The phantoms of stars appeared around Ji Chen of the Human Clan, and the power of the stars turned into weapons to suppress him;

Jin Meng of the Behemoth Clan was like a tall golden man, and with a roar, he was like a huge army, and his iron-blooded fighting spirit oppressed everyone;

Danzong Yuhuatian, Qizong Zhongzhi, Duzong Tianjiao, Sanyan Clan Tianjiao...

The top Tianjiaos of each clan seemed to intentionally avoid coming, and no longer collided with other top Tianjiaos in the first round, and tried not to expose their strength and moves so quickly.

The golden fine sand in the area above the huge hourglass suspended in the air decreased little by little, and time passed little by little. In a blink of an eye, six or seven days passed.

In order to compete for the qualification for promotion, the remaining warriors frantically challenged the defenders, and they had to defeat their opponents regardless of the huge consumption of true energy.

For a while, the difficulty of defending the stage gradually increased, and fewer and fewer warriors successfully advanced and were knocked off the stage.

After these warriors landed on the battlefield, once their strength recovered a little, they continued to challenge, hoping to successfully defend the battlefield in the last two or three days and advance!

Yuan Hao looked at the fierce battle above, his eyes calm, turned to a human woman and said: "Miss Qin, please help take care of Zhi'er!"

The human woman took Li Zhi and said softly: "Brother Yuan, don't worry, I will take good care of Zhi'er, you can go to the selection of the martial arts conference with peace of mind."

Yuan Hao clasped his fists and saluted, then touched Li Zhi's head to reassure her.

Then Yuan Hao moved and flew to a battlefield in the air at a very fast speed.

"Master, come on!"

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