A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The sky cleared and the rain stopped.

All the pressure disappeared, like an illusion, leaving only many foundation-building monks gasping for air, greedily absorbing every breath of air, and stunned.

The look of fear flashed across the eyes of Princess Chiyuan and General Mo Yu.

"Haha, Brother Peacock!"

Zhou Yan laughed boldly, stepped forward and pulled the Peacock Demon King, very intimately: "I thought my brother was going to take a nap after drinking, so I didn't call him. It's my fault."

"Come on, come on, these are your juniors. Come with me today to see what talents are available in the sect, so that you can cultivate them and take care of them in the future. After that, you and I will get drunk again."

He pointed to the foundation path below.

"Brother Zhou has touched my heart..."

The Peacock Demon King was overjoyed, crossed his arms and sat next to Zhou Yan.

the other side.

"Peacocks are used to being stubborn, and the same is true in the Demon Kingdom. There is no bad intention." The leader of the Chiyan Kingdom apologized: "Don't blame me, Grand Elder."

"What did the king say?"

The white-browed old Xiuzhuang Ruo was displeased: "I don't know much about Brother Peacock's personality. He just likes to have fun, so I don't take it to heart."

"I am worrying too much."

…

In an instant, laughter and laughter returned to the hall, leaving only a group of juniors looking at each other.

"...I have prepared the Nine-Aperture Golden Fruit that I promised to the Lord, and I will give it to you just after one encounter with the Blood Slaughter Hall."

The white-browed old cultivator laughed and chatted for a few words, then focused on the disciples in the hall again and coughed lightly.

"Disciples."

"According to the instructions of the ancestor, the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit will be given to the disciples in the sect who have made great achievements and have the strongest qualifications and fighting skills."

Nine orifices bear golden fruits!

The eyes of Lei Linghe, Zhou Kunlong and other foundation-building monks showed extremely hot light.

Taking this kind of spiritual substance alone can increase the chance of forming a pill by half. If coupled with the dozens of rare auxiliary elixirs that the sect has collected over the years, it can increase the chance of forming a pill by 10%!

If I could be favored by immortality again,

Then your magic power will be greatly improved, your life will be extended for 600 years, and you will become one of the gods on land!

"Fighting platform, start!"

The old man with white eyebrows repaired his feet.

Spiritual lights intertwined, and amid the rumbling sound, four stone pillars with a size of more than ten feet rose from the ground. A stone platform in the center was revealed, with faint fluctuations of space emanating. Around it were seals carved with runes to expand the space. The interior was larger than the outside world. Much bigger.

"The winner of the battle will be given a golden fruit from the nine orifices by the ancestor of the sect."

"Disciples, please remember that if the winner is determined, you must not intentionally hurt others. Otherwise, don't blame the sect for its ruthless precepts."

The white-browed old man's pressure spread and he gave everyone a warning look.

"yes!"

Many foundation builders were shocked.

"In this case, if any disciple intends to pick the Nine-Aperture Golden Fruit, he should enter the fighting stage."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows nodded.

Many foundation builders were silent for a moment, looking at Zhou Kunlong, Lei Linghe and others, and then at the young man in green who was sitting peacefully.

My heart suddenly became depressed and I did not move.

In previous years, there would have been countless attempts to win over and distribute benefits.

Although the peak foundation-building monks are very powerful, they are not invincible after all. They will inevitably lose a lot of mana in a round-the-clock battle, and it is not difficult to be overthrown by latecomers.

Therefore, every monk who is interested in competing for the peak of foundation building needs to manage his wings and recruit followers, which is what the sect is happy to see.

But at this time, these seem to be of little use.

"To the Supreme Elder, I have a question."

Zhou Quelong gritted his teeth, knelt on his knees, and cried.

"ask."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows was not surprised.

When it comes to the golden elixir path, no peak foundation-building monk will be afraid, even when facing the golden elixir.

"The ancestor said that those who have made great contributions to the sect will compete for the golden fruit of the nine orifices."

"Since I was young, my disciple has fought bloody battles for the sect for two hundred and sixteen years. He slaughtered one person in the late stage of foundation building, and nineteen people in the middle stage of foundation building. He has practiced countless Qi Demon cultivators. He has worked hard and dare not slack off at all."

"Not just the disciples, there are also many brothers and sisters who work tirelessly."

"Countless people died in the war, and they sacrificed their lives for our sect. Only in this way can we achieve our sect's three thousand years of dominance in the country of Yue."

Zhou Kunlong burst into tears and looked like a child in front of Jin Dan. He said unwillingly: "If there is a person who has never left the sect since he entered the sect and has not made any achievements, can he compete for the nine orifices and gold left by the ancestor?" fruit?"

"Is this fair?"

"Does it comply with the teachings of the ancestors?"

His voice was like weeping, his forehead hit the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The other foundation-building monks were silent.

Looking back on my nearly two hundred years of training and fighting career, as well as the many brothers who died in the fighting, I can't help but feel sad.

"Oh, idiot..."

There was a hint of softness in the white-browed old Xiu Xiu's eyes, but he didn't blame it.

He has watched these foundation-building monks grow up from babies, and he takes credit for their hard work.

How could there be no feelings?

However, the world of immortality is cold and cruel, and such feelings are useless.

Many eyes, either jealous, resentful, or unwilling, were looking at one place.

Jiang Ding's expression was calm.

After unfolding his spiritual consciousness and easily finding the ruins of the Nine Heavens, the monks who had built the foundation in the past seventeen years.

There are quite a few, there are twelve of them alive now, all monks in the early stage of foundation building.

It should be the accelerated exchange of Foundation Establishment Pills caused by war and military exploits.

The cold sword intent spread, carrying a warning, and fell into the souls of these twelve people.

Some people turned pale.

Some people looked at Zhou Kunlong, the pinnacle of foundation building, uneasily, not daring to do anything.

After waiting for a while, there was still no one.

There is some clear killing intent in the sword intent, especially the disciples who were in the Qi training period who appeared on the battlefields of Jiutian Ruins and Blood Slaughter Hall.

I saved you once back then.

Now you need to pay back or die.

Wu Makong, who was once the second on the dragon and phoenix rankings, his body was shaking, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up, his heart pounded, and he said impassionedly:

"Do you have any military exploits?"

"My junior uncle killed hundreds of Qi-training monks from the Blood Slaughter Hall in the Nine Heavens Ruins back then. He also personally beheaded the three Blood Slaughter Sons, the Blood Transformation Son, the Poisonous Zombie Son, and the Hundred Devil Sons!"

"If these three sons had not died, they would have become mid-stage Foundation-Building monks by now. How many casualties would the three of them cause to the Foundation-Building monks on the battlefield?"

Many foundation builders thought about the scene where the three blood-slaying sons all appeared on the battlefield, and their scalps felt numb.

"Furthermore, where did the Foundation Establishment Pills used by my nephews and disciples over the years come from?"

The more Wu Ma Kong said, the less uneasy he felt in his heart. In the end, fortunately, he ignored the cold gaze of the Foundation Establishment Peak, suppressed all distracting thoughts, and said loudly: "Fighted for nearly two hundred years for the sect, and killed thirteen Foundation Establishment monks. , how does this skill compare to killing the three blood-slaying sons?!"

"Is this the case for the past two hundred years?"

Zhou Kunlong's face turned green and white for a while, staring at Wu Makong with eyes full of murderous intent, his lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

Bloody slaughter of three sons!

This is the golden elixir seed carefully cultivated by the Blood Slaughter Hall. It is invincible at the same level and will definitely become a strong one among the foundation-building monks. How can a mere thirteen ordinary foundation-building monks compare with it?

"Not to mention!"

Wu Makong took a deep breath, smelled a glimmer of opportunity, and decided to fully approach the sect's half-step golden elixir combat power: "In one battle, we obtained the foundation-building elixir that the sect had used for more than a hundred years, and in the first battle, we blessed the sect for more than a hundred years. "

"Can such a great undertaking be completed after nearly two hundred years of hard work?"

"What can such an ordinary person accomplish if he is given two thousand years, let alone two hundred years, to work hard for the sect and fight endlessly for the sect?"

"The Patriarch's will."

"Talent, merit, and fighting skills are all indispensable. I and other future generations should keep this in mind!"

Wu Makong bowed to the Supreme Elder and Jiang Ding each bowed and retreated slowly.

"Junior An dares to insult me..."

Zhou Yulong's murderous intent surged, and he stared at him with cold eyes and sent a message in a dark voice.

Wu Makong trembled and did not respond to his words.

"Trapped Dragon."

"But you still have questions?"

The old cultivator with white eyebrows sighed softly and asked again.

"Supreme Elder, disciple, don't dare to do it again."

Zhou Yulong said in a seductive voice.

His face was gloomy, as if a breath of energy had been sucked out of him. He stood up and returned to the crowd.

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