Wuhuang is above

Chapter 391 Zhou Tianzi!
"What did you say?!"

Before Hao De finished his words, Zhou Tianzi had already stood up from his seat, and the wise and tolerant gaze before him became fierce in an instant!

"In addition to the five top-grade spiritual veins, another underground palace also disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a long corridor in place, but"

"But what?"

Hao De's words made Zhou Tianzi tremble violently.

After staying in the central capital for so many years, he went to Nakong Sang Mountain more than once, why didn't he notice any top-grade spirit veins before?
There is also the underground palace in Hao De's mouth.

Dazhou was established as the capital for tens of thousands of years, and the ancestors of the past dynasties did not say that they had investigated every plant and tree in Kongsang Mountain, and there was not much difference.

But I really haven't seen any classics that have recorded the Kongsang Mountain Underground Palace.

"However, there are only traces of the door being taken away in that underground palace, but there is no space left behind the door, so I suspect that the underground palace itself is a high-level spatial treasure!"

"Spatial treasure?!" Zhou Tianzi's heart became more and more shaken.

Da Zhou occupies nearly one-third of the cultivation resources of the entire Sapo Continent, and its national strength is far above the other three powerful countries.

But even so, there are not many large space magic weapons!
"Follow me to Kongsang Mountain!"

Throwing down such a sentence in a hurry, Zhou Tianzi got up and went out, but at this moment, Hao De stopped him again.

"Your Majesty, what should you do when you go to the final at Kongsang Mountain?"

"How to do?!"

At the same time as he said this, Zhou Tianzi's eyes flashed a cold look: "There are so many top forces, and the old guys from the Imperial League are in charge, are you still afraid that this competition will not go on?"

"Having said that, but Your Majesty, if you don't go, you have to give an explanation, right? Otherwise, the elders of the Dimension Alliance will say that you have a lack of virtue and use your status to suppress people"

"It's just those old guys who have a lot of things! If it weren't for the face of the founder of the Diamond League, would they have allowed them to be arrogant for so many years?"

"Your Majesty is merciful, and everyone in the entire Saha knows it"

"Go to Te Niang's Dimension, go to Te Niang's top ten sects! Sooner or later, I will tear up the Dimension Agreement with my own hands and take back those Lingshan and Great Zhou lands. When will it be the turn of those outsiders to distribute them!"

"Your Majesty, be careful, you are the Son of Heaven, and you must have the bearing of a Son of Heaven. How can those field repairers in the valley compare with you?"

"Hey, you are the only one who understands Gu's thoughts in the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, that's all, let someone inform you over there!"

Royal Garden, Xuanyuantai Arena.

The first gong has sounded, and all participating teams have arrived.

After the host in charge of this event read out the rules of the game and the penalty clauses, he invited an elder from the Diamond League to come on stage.

All the participating teams were ready to take their positions, and stood in front of the nine-story competition platform to listen to the admonitions of the elders of the Imperial League.

As one of the many Mahayana elders in the Imperial League, Du Fan's cultivation is inconspicuous, but his reputation is surprisingly loud.

Basically, all the cultivators who came from powerful forces on Saha Continent knew him, because he presided over the opening remarks of the finals of the Unbounded Saha Secret Realm Qualifying Tournament.

This old man named Du Fan of the Imperial League lives up to his name, and his eloquence is quite extraordinary.

In this world of comprehension, where strength determines everything, there are not many people who are willing to practice literature.

And as a strong man in the Mahayana realm, it is really a talent to be able to specialize in literary talent to such an extent!

Listening to the old man surnamed Du babbling with restraint, did Feng Qingyu glance at the judgment seat above her head.

The big nine-dragon embossed chairs in the center of the eight people were still empty, and they were ready to take their seats when the gong sounded the second time.

The game is about to start, and the Emperor of Zhou hasn't shown up at this time, so I'm afraid he won't come again at all.

But if the emperor doesn't come that week, where will he go?

One must know that even Zhou Tianzi had already shown up in the preliminary competition, how could he be absent on such an important occasion as the final!
unless
After reading this, a faint light flashed across Feng Qingyu's long and narrow eyes.

Unless something more important than the final disturbs him, there is no way he won't come!
Thinking of Zhou Tianzi who was suddenly absent, and thinking of the hollowed out spiritual veins left by Kongsang Mountain, Feng Qingyu felt a little panicked for no reason, and she didn't even know when the elder named Du Fan left. Know.

It wasn't until Ziyuan behind her gently tugged at the corner of her clothes that Feng Qingyu realized that the person above was calling her name.

"Is Feng Qingyu, the leader of Dasumi, here?"

"Who is Feng Qingyu, the leader of Osumi?!"

After asking twice in a row, no one came forward. The host of the game was so dark that his face was dripping water. When he was about to deal with the string of number plates in his hand as absentee items, a crisp and resolute voice appeared. The voice rang out.

"To!"

In one word, Feng Qingyu had already come to the host.

"Dayu's leader, Feng Qingyu, has seen your lord."

After performing a monk ceremony very politely, Feng Qingyu waited there with lowered eyebrows.

Seeing her neither humble nor overbearing attitude, the gloom on the host's face finally dissipated, but her attitude was as cold as ever.

"Hold your Osumi number plate, if you lose it during the game, you will be eliminated!"

Throwing the string of number plates into Feng Qingyu's hands, the host began to summon the next team leader to come on stage according to the records on the scroll.

Feng Qingyu, who returned to the audience, took a look at the string of number plates, then threw the things to Zi Yuan.

"Take it and distribute it!"

The importance of this thing has been mentioned many times by the host, so there is no need for Feng Qingyu to talk nonsense.

After allocating the number plate, Zi Yuan sent the remaining one to Feng Qingyu, and while putting it on for her, Zi Yuan popularized the importance of this number plate to Feng Qingyu.

Others didn't notice Feng Qingyu's sneaking before, but how could Zi Yuan not know about it after being with her for so long.

That's why I used the time to wear a number plate for her to explain the specific effects of this thing.

"My lord, you have to take good care of this thing. The game will start soon, but you can rely on this little thing to record the number of opponents you eliminate. If you accidentally lose it or be robbed by others, then we, Dasumi, will really be eliminated!"

The hope of getting a place is all betting on Feng Qingyu, and Zi Yuan doesn't think that with the strength of a few of them, they can reach the top ten.

Although the competition has not yet started, she basically looked at all the participating teams.

And the more she looked at it, the more uncertain Zi Yuan became.

If it weren't for Feng Qingyu's great backer, she probably wouldn't even have the courage to continue!

Strong, too strong!
These disciples from the top sects are really beyond the reach of those small border countries.

Not to mention those team leaders, among those team members alone, there are more than 200 of them whose cultivation level is close to the level of fitness.

And to be selected as the team leader from among the competitors, which one of these characters would be worse?
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　　The lead cloud is shrouded, and the end of the world is coming.

　　The mutated monsters took away the control of the world from humans.

　　Is a huge city standing on the edge of a cliff the last bastion of mankind?
　　


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