Fantasy: Start with three thousand holy realms and create the Yama Palace!

Seeing the big stick as huge as a mountain getting closer and closer, Feng Chen finally made a move.

Feng Chen pressed his hands down, and a Tai Chi Liang Yi that was exactly the same as the one behind him suddenly appeared on the ground, forming his own unique little black and white world.

Fengchen's movements seemed to be extremely slow, but in fact they were extremely fast. However, the speed was so fast that the coherent movements could not be seen clearly. He could only see the constant pauses, which seemed extremely slow.

"rise!"

Feng Chen shouted angrily, his hands seemed to be pulling something out of the ground.

"boom!"

The big stick fell, and the ground collapsed several feet. The dust was filled. The strange thing was that the spiritual energy fluctuated turbulently, and at the same time it hindered the soul's exploration. It was unclear what happened under the big stick.

"it's over!"

Everyone's sight was blocked, but when they used their souls, they found that even their souls couldn't detect what was going on inside.

This made them start to sigh at Zhou Yu's power.

"Zhou Yu actually used his soul while attacking. After using such a powerful attack, he still had the power to control his soul. He was like a best among men. It seemed that the disciples accepted by Mr. Wujiang were really not ordinary people!"

"Mr. Wujiang is still awesome!"

Although everyone didn't know what was going on, they could roughly guess that this was Zhou Yu's handiwork, and Xia Ge's strength was far from possible.

So everyone began to compliment him one after another, and some had already thought of it. How to make friends

"Now, Mr. Wujiang’s position as the Son of God is undoubtedly secure."

"That is, the person our Mr. Wujiang found is that kind of ordinary person? Don’t even look at who we are! Furthermore, Mr. Wujiang is not something that any cat or dog can defeat!" said a person who was very close to Wujiang.

Zhou Yu, who was flying in the air, realized that he could not detect the situation below, and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Coupled with what the people below said, Zhou Yu didn't know whether to laugh or worry now.

Everyone didn't know why, but he knew that he clearly didn't use the soul method just now, how could such a situation happen?

And when he saw others complimenting him again, he thought he was very powerful, especially when there was a woman he liked, and he also exposed himself to him. Admiring eyes.

Zhou Yu had to put on a victor's posture, but his attention was still focused on the situation below.

Wujiang looked at the smoke-filled place and didn't pay much attention.

"The clown!"

Wujiang smiled and walked towards the throne of the Son of God.

When Cang Jue saw this, his heart was filled with hatred, but he couldn't muster the strength to stop him at all. The strength was there. It's not that Cang Jue didn't want to fight, he couldn't fight in his sleep.

"Go to the throne!"

Cang Jue can only settle for the next best thing. He can't come here and get nothing. That would be embarrassing.

In the half hour they have been fighting, most of the positions have been taken away., only a small number of people are still challenging.

However, for a person of Xiang Cangjue's strength, there is no problem in getting to the throne. He can sit directly on it without even using his hands. His status is all there. Those who are more powerful than him are not higher than him, and their status is higher than his. The tall one is not as powerful as him, so he is almost certain to sit on the throne.

Cang Jue watched Wujiang walk towards the Son of God, his eyes full of unwillingness.

If it weren't for his inferior cultivation, where would Wujiang be his opponent?

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Time is also part of strength

"You thought this was the end?"

Suddenly a voice sounded in Cang Jue's ears.

"Summer song!"

Cang Jue will definitely not hear it wrong. He is too familiar with Xia Ge's voice.

"How can it be?"

Although Cang Jue heard it, he still didn't believe it. At the end of the battle, he clearly didn't feel any breath.

Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew, and the smoke and dust below disappeared. Everyone looked and saw a figure. Sitting in a lotus

"How can it be? This guy is still alive!"

"How come this person is still sitting in the lotus without any damage, what is Shen Nong’s condition? Could it be the reincarnation of the lotus?"

After seeing the faces of the people inside, everyone was shocked. After resisting Zhou Yu's full blow, few people present dared to say that they could definitely block it, but the man in front of them actually did it. This made everyone My views on Xia Ge have changed a bit

"who is he?"

"I don’t know him, I’ve never seen him! Maybe he was a disciple secretly trained by some tribe!"

Some people asked who Xia Ge was, but no one knew

"Today I will tell you who I am, but I will have to wait until I beat them all down!"

Fengchen sat cross-legged among the lotus flowers, with his eyes closed tightly, looking like a fairy, but his tone was still arrogant.

"Not convinced, right? continue!"

Seeing that Feng Chen was safe and sound, Zhou Yu was shocked. He must know that even he was not sure to catch all of his moves. How could Feng Chen, a small Tao King at the peak of his early stage, catch it all at once? How could he not? Shocked.

However, no matter how surprised he is now, he can't show it, so Zhou Yu's face is calm, as if nothing happened. When the two confront each other, their momentum cannot be weakened

"Now it's my turn!"

Feng Chen didn't intend to give Zhou Yu a chance to make the first move.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Chen disappeared where he was. Also disappearing with him was the lotus flower under his seat.

"It's just crazy to want to take action in front of me……"

Zhou Yu sneered when he heard Feng Chen's words, and wanted to taunt him, but suddenly in the middle of his words, he suddenly felt that his actions were restricted.

It felt as if the surrounding space was frozen, and even the movement of spiritual energy was very difficult.

Zhou Yu secretly thought something was wrong and hurriedly pulled back with all his strength.

He is a bow cultivator, and long-range combat is his strength. Close combat is a taboo.

But the Lotus of Time and Space sacrificed by Fengchen was not vegetarian.

Previously, Feng Chen used the Lotus of Time and Space to immobilize all Taoist-level figures. How could someone like Zhou Yu, who had not even stepped into the Taoist level, escape?

The more anxious Zhou Yu is, the more powerless he feels, and the more he struggles, the more dangerous he becomes.

He found that some of the spaces around him were very fragile, and empty spaces appeared with just a slight touch. Once they were attached, everything would turn into nothingness.

"Fight with you!"

Seeing that Zhou Yu could not escape, he picked up his bow and used the bow as a sword, preparing to resist Feng Chen.

When Feng Chen saw Zhou Yu panicking, he knew that Zhou Yu had no fighting power, like a trapped beast, empty He has brute strength but no rules at all

"If you like using swords, let me show you the real sword skills!"

Feng Chen's figure flashed, holding a sword condensed with spiritual energy in his hand, and danced a series of exquisite sword skills, which stunned everyone around him.

"Is this a battle or a sword dance?"

The rich divine voice in the sky came again.

As the voice fell, a small world suddenly opened up above Luoshui.

There were one hundred and eight seats in the small world, some of which were magnificent, and some of which had... The air of an emperor and the rest are just ordinary seats

"There are hundreds of seats above Luoshui, and only qualified people are allowed to sit on them!"

Hearing this, everyone tensed up and looked at others with a hint of hostility. It was obvious that this was a battle between the weak and the strong.

Only the strong could sit on the remaining seats.

Some were already in the starting position and ready. Rushing over to grab a seat for the first time; some people are gearing up and preparing for a fight. They think that it is of no use if they grab it, so they might as well just grab it!

"See the seats above? There are a total of 108 seats above, and only those who are truly qualified to be sons of God can sit on them. Eight of them are the thrones of the candidates for the Son of God, twenty are the thrones, thirty are the seats of the Venerable, and the remaining fifty are human seats.

The height of the seat determines the richness of the reward. Whoever is the last person to sit in the seat within a quarter of an hour is eligible to receive the reward.

Of course, doormen can help you get a seat, but they can't sit on it."

After the voice from the sky explained the rules to everyone, everyone began to prepare.

As soon as the start was announced, they rushed straight to their seats.

Nearly a thousand people competed for one hundred and eight positions. The intensity of the competition was obvious at a glance. Everyone is a tribal elite or a member of a famous family. They all have unique arrogance, and they already have their favorite position in their hearts.

"How about these God Son seeds this time?"

Above the clouds in the sky, there is a palace made of stacked clouds, with five old men sitting inside.

They are all elders of the undead blood clan, and they are in charge of the selection of the Son of God.

One of the old men said with a kind look and a smile.

"The number of this group of people is larger than before, but the quality still needs to be improved."

Another old man said

"That's right, as far as I'm concerned, among them, only Xuegeng and Xuyou have some talent, and the rest are not good enough."

An elder from the Blood Jue tribe said

"You are really talking arrogantly. Are you the only one in the Xue Jue tribe who has some powerful boys? Cang Jue, Lan Shou, Tu Bo and others from our Xue Tian tribe are also not bad!"

The elder of the Blood Sky Tribe looked unhappy.