Return of the War God

Lying on the ground, at the entrance of the ancient Yuanyang Hall, which is 800 meters high, suddenly a brilliant silver light shone. As the silver light shone, one after another figure walked out of it, and so on, and finally walked out. Eleven people supporting each other.

The leader was Ye Wuque, followed by Mo Qingye, who supported Mo Honglian and Mo Baiou, Sima Ao put his right hand on Lin Yingluo's shoulder and limped along. Smelling the fragrance on Lin Yingluo's body, she was a little excited.

Nalanyan slenderly rubbed her chest and walked on her own inexplicably, followed by two other monks in the main city of Tianfeng who had a lively expression and a dull appearance, but both of them showed the happiness of the rest of their lives; But it was the two remaining monks in the main city of Floating Clouds. The faces of these two were pale, but their eyes showed a trace of sadness.

A group of eleven people left Yuanyang Heritage, stopped at the entrance of Yuanyang Hall, stood quietly, and looked at this quaint silver stone hall with inexplicable eyes, as if recalling the horror in this row .

Only what Ji Yuanyang said to him at the end was flowing in Ye Wuque's heart.

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

"Boom" "Boom"

At this moment, a shocking wave suddenly erupted in the distance, immediately attracting everyone's attention!

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

Mo Honglian's voice was a little strange.

"Yan..."

A boundless murmur spread from far to near, the sound fell in Ye Wuque's ear and made his eyes narrow, and he even felt a familiar wave from it!

"This is countless swords trembling in unison..."

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

"Charming minister..."

There was an astonishing fighting intent in his eyes, and the blood in Ye Wuque's heart was actually stimulated by this boundless sword chant at this moment, and slowly boiled!

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

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

The daughter's voice with a hint of concern sounded, and it was obvious that Mo Honglian noticed the fighting intent in Ye Wuque's eyes and asked.

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

"Hehe, nothing, just remembered a powerful opponent."

Ye Wuque replied with a slight smile, but although the fighting intent in his eyes had temporarily receded, the fiery heat in his heart was burning like a raging fire.

"Have you really become stronger? Charming minister, I'm really looking forward to a battle between you and me..."

With fighting intent and sharp words resounded in Ye Wuque's heart.

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

The second city lord Wei Xiong, who was standing with his hands behind his back, waved his right hand, and the huge light curtain that covered the entrances of Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak was dissipated into nothingness.

"The first stage of the Hundred Cities War, the three days and three nights have ended. All the city masters, enter the Hundred Yuan Realm with me to determine the candidates for the second stage."

The majestic and majestic voice resounded in all directions, Wei Xiong waved his right hand towards the sky again, and a huge door of light appeared in the world, followed by a vast and boundless meaning of nothingness and etherealness.

"buzz"

The power of space swept across the world, white light shone above the door of light, Wei Xiong took the lead, turned into a streamer and entered it first, followed by a hundred figures flashing with different lights. Above, it is the 100 city lords of the 100 major cities.

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

"Buzz..."

Just as Ye Wuque's eleven people were watching another place of inheritance, a vast and unparalleled fluctuation suddenly appeared in the sky, and a huge gate of light appeared!

The boundless momentum poured out, sweeping almost the entire Hundred Yuan Realm. This coercion made all the monsters in the Hundred Yuan Realm tremble at this moment, crawl low, and no longer have the usual viciousness and wildness. .

"The three days and three nights limited by the first stage of the Hundred Cities War is over. The little guys who stayed, congratulations..."

The majestic and majestic voice echoed throughout the Hundred Yuan Realm, and a figure slowly walked out of the huge gate of light.

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

Wei Xiong, who appeared, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were sharp, still like a piercing piercing, his face was expressionless, but his tone contained a hint of admiration.

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

"buzz"

We didn't see any movement from Wei Xiong, and a mighty power suddenly filled the void. This force permeated the void, swept straight to the steep mountain peak in the distance, and turned back in an instant. It contained dozens of young monks with powerful cultivation bases. It was another person who chose to enter the Tianbai inheritance. batch of people.

At the same time, Ye Wuque and other eleven people suddenly found that they could not control their bodies, so they were lifted up by an unpredictable force. 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 in the void. The last time was when Qi Shilong took them to Baiyu Shitai on their way. This feeling of standing above the void made Ye Wuque feel infinite yearning in his heart.

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

The fiery heat in his eyes disappeared in a flash, and Ye Wuque once again had an infinite desire for higher cultivation and realm.

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

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

"Um?"

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's soul power felt an incomparable sharp aura coming towards his face, and then a splendid domineering aura rose from his whole body, and his eyes followed the sharp and incomparable aura.

The next moment, the bright eyes met a pair of clear but full of endless sharp eyes!

Seeing this, Ye Wuque instantly felt that the blood in his heart began to boil, and the fighting intent in his eyes burned sharply!

"Sure enough, it's you... the graceful minister!"

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

At the same time, among the dozens of people in the distance, the elegant minister standing in the first row was in high spirits, his mouth moved suddenly, and he said a few words silently.

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

For a time, two scorching gazes seemed to be fighting against each other in the void, each bursting with dazzling brilliance!

"buzz"

Wei Xiong's eyes swept across the young faces of dozens of meters in front of him in turn, and stayed on Ye Wuque and the elegant minister for a moment, and then the majestic voice resounded in the Hundred Yuan Realm again.

"Take out your Hundred Cities Jade Seal."

As soon as these words fell, dozens of young monks immediately took out their own jade seals of a hundred cities, and dazzling rays of light shone in this void. Among them, there were light purple and deep purple, but there were no exceptions. , all purple.

"whoosh whoosh"

Ye Wuque, who was holding the jade seal of the Hundred Cities that belonged to him, suddenly felt that his hand was empty.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of jade seals of the Hundred Cities with a purple halo gathered in front of Wei Xiong. After a slight sense, he waved his hand. The lasing void returned to everyone's hands without the slightest deviation.

Holding the Hundred Cities Jade Seal with a purple halo again, the dozens of young monks who met the requirements of the first stage of the Hundred Cities War were all imposing, and their tyrannical aura could not stop pouring out.

It seems that after the brutal three days and three nights of rapid tempering and fighting in the Hundred Yuan Realm, those of them who can laugh at the end seem to have been reborn.

Three hundred young geniuses entered the Hundred Yuan Realm together. After three days and three nights of battles and contests, only the last few dozen remained. Such a knockout rate should not be underestimated, it was extremely cruel.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The sound of clothes breaking through the air constantly came out from the huge gate of light, and hundreds of figures kept walking out of the gate of light. the geniuses of the world.

With the appearance of the Hundred Great City Lords, the coercion above the entire void poured out uncontrollably, as if the entire Hundred Yuan Realm was about to be unable to support it, but then 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 complacent little shrimps, ignorant, stinky, hairy boys. Now, I take back this sentence, you have proved to me with practical actions that you are not garbage, and they, those who have been eliminated by you from the Hundred Yuan Realm, are garbage."

Lightly raising his finger and pointing behind him, Wei Xiong's majestic voice resounded again.

As Wei Xiong said these words, the dozens of young monks who successfully passed the level with a flashing purple halo finally showed a smile on their faces.

The admiration from Wei Xiong finally let out the breath they had been holding in their hearts. As Wei Xiong said, in this hundred yuan realm, they proved with practical actions that they were the last ones to laugh. They were not rubbish in the past, nor will they be rubbish now, nor will they be rubbish in the future.

Wei Xiong's merciless words fell on the ears of the nearly 200 eliminated monks who were brought back to the Hundred Yuan Realm by the city lords of their respective main cities, making them all pale and without a trace of blood. Despair, once high-spirited, once majestic, seems to never be found again, which is in stark contrast with the dozens of imposing passers on the opposite side.

One side is like a Dusky Star, and the other side is like a blazing sun!

Such a stark contrast, loud but merciless ridicule, simply made those losers want to cry up to the sky, dying of shame and anger, and what's more, their eyes were dull and lost.

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

After ten years of loneliness, Ye Wuque understands that if you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is the eternal truth. Instead of complaining and feeling depressed here, it is better to hide the taste of today's failure in your heart, work hard, never say defeat, and start all over again. ! Maybe one day in the future, those geniuses who once stepped on your head will be stepped back by you again.

The way of training is so cruel, and the skills are not as good as others, so you will be humiliated by others.

No one saw that among the more than two hundred cultivators who failed, there were still dozens of pairs of eyes flashing with unyielding light and tenacity sparks. Those dozens of faces were deeply remembered in my heart, and they were regarded as the goal of future efforts.

Yes, I am not as good as you now, but that does not mean that I will still be inferior to you in the future. If you lose today, keep it in your heart, he will see you again, and he will teach you again!

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

Wei Xiong doesn't seem to care how much his words will cast a shadow on the more than 200 young cultivators behind him who have failed. Maybe some of them will no longer be able to make progress in this life. Since then, they will lose their aura of genius and become mediocre. There is no glory of the past.

Perhaps, this is also what Wei Xiong wanted. The big waves wash away the sand and become steel. If those guys who are not firm in their hearts and will, if they can't even overcome the blow in front of them and cheer up again, then they will not be able to become real strong all their lives. , What is the use of such a weak person when the main cities of the Eastern Land are coming?

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

The sharp-eyed Wei Xiong opened his mouth slowly, his eyes swept across the faces of every young man holding the Baicheng Jade Seal, and there was a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Following Wei Xiong's words, the hearts of dozens of young monks tensed up again!

"Although it is no longer rubbish, it is still far from a true genius, but don't worry, 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 real genius and shine your own light depends on whether you can seize the next chance."

These words entered the ears of dozens of young monks, and it was as if a volcano was about to erupt in their hearts.

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

Ye Wuque, whose eyes were as bright as electricity, muttered to himself, rubbing his fingers against his storage ring, Ye Wuque told himself in his heart that no matter how cruel the next final battle was, he would definitely win. Only in this way, he may have a chance to meet the mysterious big city lord of the first main city, and then he can ask the big city lord about the blood dragon jade and information about Fu Bo.

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

"Before the final battle, put away your Hundred Cities Jade Seal. You have three days to recover from the injuries in your body and adjust your state. After three days, I hope you will meet the final battle in your peak state."

As these words fell, several figures descended from the sky behind Wei Xiong, each entering Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak respectively. Because in these two places of inheritance, there are still many monks who have lost their ability to move due to serious injuries. Although some of them have also upgraded their own hundred cities jade seal to purple, but not in three days and three nights At the last moment of time, he came to Wei Xiong in time, and he could only regret the same failure.

The two figures who entered the Yuanyang Hall, one of them was an old man with full hair and a gloomy complexion. This person was the city lord of the main city of Zihuo, Zhou Lieyang.

"buzz"

Just as Wei Xiong was about to take all the young geniuses across the gate of space to the place where he was healing and resting, an exasperated old voice suddenly sounded from the Yuanyang Hall!

"Report to the second city lord, Ye Wuque, the main city of Longguang who inherited Yuanyang's inheritance, this son has committed a heinous crime, and his methods in Yuanyang Palace are cruel and cruel, and he must not be easily forgiven!"

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

Ye Wuque, who heard these words clearly in his ears, squinted his eyes, and the cold light immediately became prosperous!

Because he saw the Huafa old man who had just entered the Yuanyang Hall and rushed out from the inside holding a person. The man's eyes were blank and his face was empty and desperate. Only his mouth seemed to keep repeating a name. It is Zhou Huo.

The other old man who followed Zhou Lieyang's face was equally gloomy. There were nearly twenty young monks who had passed out lying in the Yuanli aperture in front of them. Extremely painful and distorted, Shen Yushu and the red-haired youth are impressively listed!