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Although the Son of Sun God is three levels higher than Shen Shen, the level of skills she cultivates is higher than that of Shen Shen, and there is not much difference in Dao Yuan between the two.

In terms of magical powers, they have all touched the limit of the ninth level of magical powers, and are only a short distance away from the real breakthrough. In terms of evildoers, although the silent three-layer gate of virtual path is mysterious, it is still a little bit behind the Son of the Sun God who uses all his strength.

So the real decisive point in this battle is the battle between spirit and spirit!

It's a pity that although the Son of Sun God got the evil spirit that symbolizes the avenue of death, it shocked the world, but there is still a big gap under the strong vitality of Shen Mo's innate spirit.

In this battle, even though the Sun God Son tried his best and tried all his methods, he was still defeated by Silence in the end.

He who was in the same realm of suppression was not silent enough to defeat his opponent. He who had surpassed three smaller realms of silence was still defeated by this man!

There is no need to explain anything. Among the young people in this life, not to mention other areas of the Destiny Continent, within the jurisdiction of the Wutian Sect, Silence is the well-deserved number one!

"Enter the main hall!"

Shen Mo stopped looking at the Sun God Son. Although this opponent was very strong, it could only stop there. Whether it was Dao Po and Xiao Yao from the Da Chu Empire, or Feng Xingyu and Lin Wudi from the Hundred Kingdoms, although they all had the same skills as him. He has the strength to fight, but after one battle, he can no longer keep up with him.

Son of the Sun God is no exception!

Silence's sword shattered the protective light outside the main hall of the Supreme Heavenly Palace, attracting Bai Zhiye.

"I'm sorry..." Bai Zhiye was a little ashamed. Shen Mo was arrogant in the world. No matter whether Feng Xingyu and the Son of the Sun, who were in the same realm, joined forces, or the Son of the Sun who no longer suppressed them, they were no match for him. As Silent's female companion, she But it was somewhat unbearable.

Although she also received many opportunities in the Supreme Heavenly Palace, she even perfected two eighth-level magical powers.

But her background was still too poor, and she was always at a disadvantage in the battle with Que Yan'er. She really didn't live up to her reputation of being silent.

"It's already great to have such fighting power just after entering the big stage of Destiny Continent. Given time, there won't be many women who can surpass you." Silence smiled, his words were not groundless, but Bai Zhiyezhen demonstrated this potential.

He walked into the main hall with the beauty in his arms, and no one dared to stop him.

The main hall of the Supreme Heavenly Palace is similar to a dojo. The main seat is suspended outside the dojo, and there are dozens of white jade futons below.

"A piece of the Palace Master's spiritual thought is banned here. How much you can get depends on you." A bit of light entered Silent's body, and Long Ying's voice was a little low, but it also contained some kind of expectation.

He saw the battle outside the main palace. Shen Mo lived up to his trust. Before accepting the palace master's inheritance, he truly secured his throne as the number one among his peers!

There are many futons in the main hall. Only eighteen people entered the Supreme Heavenly Palace, and now there are only fourteen left, so there is no need to fight. Shen Mo has seen the palace master of the True Dragon Academy in his dream, and feels that he is not A narrow-minded person.

Everyone on the futon is a disciple, so he will naturally treat them equally.

As soon as he sat down, Mo Shen heard some ethereal voices, as if someone was preaching in his mind, and every voice was like a swimming dragon, scurrying around in his mind.

Looking around, Shen Mo found that there were as many as one hundred and eight thousand.

The sound of the word suddenly changed, and the wandering dragon turned into a white tiger. A chilling air rushed towards his face. If he had a weak mind, he would be forced out of the listening state and lose this great opportunity.

In fact, it was indeed the case. The only remaining old man from the Golden Ape Kingdom couldn't bear the chill. He bled from all his orifices and was shaken out of the white jade futon.

He frowned and carefully recalled the hundreds and thousands of dragon characters in the first scene, but found that he could not remember anything. It was as if he had never heard of it before, and the memory of Youlong gradually receded in his mind.

His face suddenly darkened, and looking at the thirteen people who were meditating solemnly on the white jade futon, murderous intent arose in his heart.

What he can’t get, no one else can get!

But after carefully measuring the gap between him and the others, he suppressed his unwillingness and could only leave with his tail between his legs.

"The Supreme Heavenly Palace is born, and the inheritance of the suspected master of the True Dragon Academy appears. This must be a rare event in millions of years. I have to go out quickly and notify the king to come and snatch it!" The old man from the Golden Ape Kingdom looked back at the main hall. Everyone's eyes especially stayed on Shen Mo for a long time, and a few jumped up and disappeared into the horizon.

The White Tiger Clan has much fewer characters than the Shenlong Clan, with only 100,000.

Next came the Tianpeng Clan, the Phoenix Clan, the Lightning Bird Clan, the Jiuyou Zhan Clan, the Qilin Clan, the Golden Crow Clan... the characters of the ten major divine clans appeared one by one, but in a gradually decreasing state. In the end, the characters of the Xuanwu Clan only had Ten thousand.

But this is not over yet. The characters of the ten thousand Xuanwu clan have changed again, including the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, the Divine Ape clan, the Nine-tailed Sky Fox clan, the Dark Demonic Dragon clan, the Jiaolong clan...

The evolution of writing is accompanied by changes in the magical arts of various races. Powerful people can see the great power of the ancient races from it, but it is difficult for weak people to gain anything because they do not have the aura to look down on all races and it is difficult to understand the one who The character of the master of the True Dragon Academy.

With the continuous evolution of writing and the impact of various ethnic groups, there are fewer and fewer people on the white jade futon. Twelve, eleven, ten...after the writings of the ten ancient divine tribes, only the Silent Six are still on the white jade futon. .

Que Yan'er, who was overwhelmed by Xuanwu's power, looked at the six people with a bitter smile and was speechless. After she returned to her ancestors, she had been very conceited for a long time. It was only now that she truly saw the difference between herself and the most powerful people. gap.

However, compared to the confusion of others, she has gained something. At least she has seen more possibilities from the Phoenix Divine Art, and her understanding of the Ten Strikes of Suzaku has become more profound.

Before entering the main hall, she could only perform five strikes at most, but now, she could calmly perform the seventh strike of the Suzaku Divine Art, and she also had some understanding of the eighth strike.

Just one sermon made her strength transform several times. Is this because this supreme being is only a true dragon? It’s hard to imagine how strong he was at his peak?

"For us, hearing the Supreme Sermon is just a rare opportunity, but for them it is an opportunity to shorten or lengthen the distance between each other."

Que Yaner, Tang Yan, Bai Zhiye, Chen Liu and others looked at each other and looked at Shen Shen, Sun Shenzi, Feng Xingyu, Lian Gongzi, Xiao Yao and Lin Wudi who were still listening to the sermon. There was something deep in their eyes. Worry.