Outside the Zuixian Building, a sage sighed: "The ancient wasteland in the future is destined to belong to the young people in the building!"

These young people have set foot on the top of the mountain, become kings on the road to longevity, and crushed their peers, like rounds of scorching sun, hanging over the ancient wilderness.

When they are absolutely holy, even if they are the old monsters of the holy realm in this ancient wilderness, how can they compare them with them?

"It would have been the case if there was no battle of the Nine Territories, but now everyone knows that the battle of the Nine Territories will start again. These young people who have set foot on the top are destined to enter the battlefield of the Nine Territories."

Another saint suddenly said, "Let's ask you, how many of them do you think will be able to come back alive from the Nine Regions Battlefield?"

In a word, all the saints were silent, and their hearts were heavy.

Battle of the Nine Regions!

This kind of war, in the past years, has brought a heavy blow to the ancient wasteland, and it has also caused an unknown number of Tianjiao Junjie to drink hatred, buried in the battlefield, full of blood, tears and humiliation.

And in this upcoming battle of the Nine Regions, will the ancient wilderness repeat the tragic situation of the past?

In the Zuixian Building, a group of top figures gathered, and when they were drinking and talking, they were also talking about the battle of the Nine Regions.

"If the Nine Territories Battlefield is opened, our ancient wilderness will be led by a group of powerhouses of the true saint level to enter it."

Mi Heng really said, "This is not a matter of petty trouble, but a matter of life and death in the ancient wilderness. Therefore, no matter which ancient Taoist lineage is, it will dispatch its strongest power."

"But you also know that the battle of the Nine Regions is divided into two major battlefields."

"One is the front-line battlefield, which is the barrier place where the ancient wasteland can resist the power of the eight regions. Only the powerhouses above the holy realm are qualified to go, and others will die if they go."

"One is the Nine Domain Battlefield, which is located between the nine domains and consists of some interface continents."

"Because of the shackles of the laws of heaven and earth, the Nine Territories Battlefield can only accommodate the powerhouses of the true saint level at most."

"But generally speaking, it is difficult for the strong below the King Realm to survive in the Nine Regions Battlefield, so the battle in the Nine Regions Battlefield is probably where the powerhouses above the King Realm and below the Holy Realm compete for hegemony."

"What we are going to this time is the Nine Regions Battlefield."

Speaking of this, Mi Heng really took a deep breath and said, "At that time, the powerhouses of the other eight domains will also pour into it."

"What is certain is that once the battle breaks out, the powerhouses of the other eight regions will definitely point their finger at our ancient wasteland at the first time!"

Hearing this, the eyes of everyone present froze.

"Although the Eight Regions is not an alliance, you all know that in the first two disputes between the Nine Regions, they had reached an agreement to kill the ancient wilderness first, and then compete for the top!"

"what for?"

Mi Heng really sneered, "That is to make a move together first, to level the powers of our ancient wilderness, and then let the powers of their eight regions compete!"

The originally harmonious atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became silent, and the faces of each of the top figures took on a gloomy look.

First cut the ancient wasteland, and then compete for the high and low!

There are only a few characters, but the meaning revealed is enough to make anyone in the ancient wilderness resentful!

"This time, it is destined to be different from the past."

Someone gritted their teeth secretly.

"At that time, I'll have to see if they have the confidence to target me like this!"

More people are silent.

Being targeted by the powerhouses of the eight domains together, one can imagine how dangerous the situation they faced when they entered the battlefield of the nine domains.

The most terrifying thing is that in the other eight domains, the path to the top has never been cut off, which means that if a strong person is casually picked, it is very likely to be a top person.

There is no need to doubt at all, there are a lot of people who are at the top of the true saint level!

Under such circumstances, if you want to survive in the Nine Regions battlefield, you are likely to face extremely severe challenges.

And if you want to counterattack and defeat the invasion of the Eight Domains, how much hope is there?

For a time, everyone's thoughts were different, and drinking was boring.

Emperor Shaohao suddenly chuckled and said, "This time the battle of the Nine Regions is destined to be different from the past. No matter how dangerous the situation is, after all, we still have hope!"

"Yes, after entering the battlefield of the Nine Regions, I should seek the method of sanctification as soon as possible. In this way, it is enough to not be afraid of any opponent."

Fairy Ruowu also spoke clearly.

They are all people with a strong mentality and will, and it is impossible for them to be affected by these things.

"Brother Lin, what do you think?"

Fairy Ruowu suddenly looked at Lin Xun, who had never spoken.

Lin Xun was taken aback and said, "I don't have any opinions. I'm just thinking about how many enemies should be hunted and how many 'war honors and luck' should be collected before they can activate the Feixian Order and have the qualification to enter the Kunlun Ruins."

Everyone was stunned, and they couldn't help but laugh.

Some people couldn't help but sighed in their hearts, worthy of being the Demon God Lin, when they were all worried about the danger they faced in the battle of the Nine Regions, he was better, and he was directly concerned about entering the Kunlun Ruins.

"Haha, it seems that in your hands, Brother Lin, you must have mastered a piece of flying immortal order."

Emperor Shaohao laughed heartily.

"good."

Lin Xun didn't hide it either.

"Brother Lin, then you have to be more careful. The enemy outside the Eight Regions is most concerned about Feixian Ling. If they know about this, they will definitely regard you as their surest target."

Ye Mohe reminded.

Lin Xun smiled casually: "Isn't this better, it is equivalent to a large wave of war honors and Dao Yun taking the initiative to send to the door, I will accept them one by one."

Everyone burst into laughter again, and the atmosphere in the hall was quite harmonious.

In the past, someone would definitely accuse Lin Xun of being too arrogant and exaggerated, but now, everyone takes it for granted that it is normal for Lin Xun to say this.

Otherwise, I am sorry for the monstrous prestige he has now!

Of course, this is just a joke. When the battle of the Nine Regions really started, they were sure that even Lin Xun would never dare to be careless.

...

The banquet did not end until late at night.

Lin Xun talked for a long time with Xiao Cangtian, Ye Chen, Ji Xingyao and other old friends, and then he went on the road alone and drifted away.

In the past few months, he was like a passer-by in the world, traveling the world, seeing the beauty of mountains and rivers, and the variety of things in the world.

In the way of stone carving taught by Mr. Shen, after a month, he sorted out his own state of mind and made his own state of mind sublime and transform.

Now, he plans to return to the Sea of ​​Stars and Chess and wait for the battle of the Nine Regions to come!

"Come out."

In the middle of the night, over the vast mountains, Lin Xun, who was walking alone in the sea of ​​​​clouds, suddenly stopped and looked back.

In the sea of ​​​​clouds, a black-robed old man with gray beard and thin appearance suddenly appeared.

"Little friend, don't misunderstand, this old man is from Tongtian Sword Sect, so there is only one thing I want to discuss with my little friend."

The black-clothed old man spoke calmly, without being aggressive.

This is obviously a sword saint character, although the breath is restrained, but the invisible power is still there.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Lin Xun's black eyes were cold and cold, his figure stood casually, but the qi in his body was fully functioning.

"I don't have anything else to think about. I only hope that my little friend will keep Tongtian Sword behind."

The black-clothed old man cupped his hands and said, "If the little friend agrees, the old man can represent Tongtian Sword Sect and resolve the old grievances with the little friend."

Lin Xun asked back, "What if I don't agree."

The old man in black fell into silence. After a long time, he said: "Little friend should know that this is a good opportunity to resolve hatred."

Lin Xun laughed: "In the past, your Tongtian Sword Sect has dealt with me more than once. Logically speaking, I should hate you. Now, how can you forgive me?"

The black-clothed old man's face sank, his eyes flashed coldly, and he said: "Little friend, think again, the prestige you have now is indeed unparalleled, but if you think you can ignore everything just by relying on this prestige, then But it was a big mistake.”

Lin Xun restrained his smile and said, "You should know that I'm never afraid of any threat. Want the Heaven-penetrating Sword? It's simple, you can do it with your hands."

The old man in black looked uncertain for a while, stared at Lin Xun for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "Forget it, let's go."

Lin Xun's eyes narrowed, but he was a little surprised.

"I won this sword from Yun Qingbai. He is dead now, but I know that he is not willing to die."

As for the attitude of the old man in black, Lin Xun decided to explain more.

He looked calm, neither sad nor happy, "Although I and him are mortal enemies, one day, I will use this sword to pay homage to his dead soul."

After all, he floated away.

Yun Qingbai, in Lin Xun's heart, was a worthy opponent, but at the same time, he was also an opponent that he had to respect.

This is a tragic peerless figure.

Sometimes I think about it, if I were in Yun Qingbai's situation, from the first day of cultivation, I would never have no choice, and I might not be able to do better than Yun Qingbai.

The old man in black watched Lin Xun's figure gradually disappear, and finally resisted the urge to do it and sighed softly.

"Ancestor, why don't you keep him?"

Some figures swept out from the nearby area, all with puzzled faces.

"What do you think, why does this son dare to walk alone?"

The old man in black asked back.

Everyone was stunned.

"If there is no support, how can he dare to reject the old man so strongly?"

The old man in black looked complicated.

He is a sword saint character who has been hidden for a long time, but for the first time in his life, he chose to forbear in front of a younger generation and gave up his plan to shoot.

It's not that he is too cautious, but that he has made a judgment. Even if he does it, he is not sure to leave Lin Xun behind!

"There are talents in Jiangshan, but it's a pity, if Yun Qingbai is still there, the achievements that he has achieved today will definitely not be inferior to this son, it's a pity..."

The black-clothed old man put his hands on his back and strode away, his figure was desolate and his interest was waning.

The others looked at each other.

They don't understand, and they feel unwilling in their hearts.

This may be the gap between them and the old man in black.

A few hours later, it was just before dawn.

Lin Xun, who was walking over a mountain stream, stopped again. This time, his brows could not help but wrinkle, and he said to himself: "It's really a ghost..."

When he spoke, he turned around and looked into the darkness in the distance, his black eyes were like electricity, cold and terrifying.

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(I don't have it tonight, go out to do errands~)