Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

During the decades of watching the Great Net of All Beings, what Cao Zhe knows best is 'it's rare to be confused'.

Don't care about your heart in everything, otherwise... If he really wants to target him, he must be harsh and high-handed, and he will not tolerate the slightest dissatisfaction, then he is not a saint who saves, helps, and passes on the world, but a demon who destroys, destroys, and destroys civilization.

There is only one year left before the contestants leave the world of competition for the second round.

The list of Hundred Saints was also gradually announced to the last few people.

When the name Gou Risheng, under the name of 'Sly Saint', was hung at the end of the list, it became the last holy ending.

The Great Chu Hundred Saints List has been completely formed.

And Da Chu collected all the weapons in the world and cast hundreds of holy statues, which will also be displayed outside Jinling City.

A giant statue as high as hundreds of feet stands outside Jinling City, which no longer looks like an ancient city.

Added a touch of magic to this steampunk city.

Above the head of each holy image is a practitioner sitting cross-legged.

They are all communicating their own practice, and interacting with the huge holy image below them.

Through the cores of these holy images, the runes drawn by Cao Zhe himself, the memory of the practice of the Hundred Saints, and the achievements of their practice will be 're-engraved' into these holy images.

Let the icon be an 'incarnation' of their continued presence here.

These icons will not be in charge of a fixed 'person'.

Because this force is destined to be both powerful and terrifying.

If they fall into the hands of brutal people, they will become the source of trampling and destroying everything.

Icons serve only one purpose.

That is to protect this world.

When there are extraterrestrial beings breaking through to this world and attempting to destroy this world, they will be activated, and then go to strangle them.

Cao Zhe put away the great net of sentient beings, but built a unique bridge between the hundred holy statues.

They will follow a complex but secret algorithmic mechanism to search for the 'foreign enemies' who have sneaked into this world, until many years later, the algorithm collapses, the bridge collapses, the energy is exhausted, and the spirituality is completely lost.

Under the eyes of countless looking up, Cao Zhe, as the last "saint" who came, climbed on the top of the huge icon.

There was a slight tremor under his feet, and the ground seemed to jump for a moment.

The entire Hundred Saints ushered in the backbone.

The holy statue under Cao Zhe's feet was also infused with 'energy' and became alive instead of meaningless dead objects.

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Boom!Boom!Boom!

A burst of drumming sounded from all directions.

Hundreds of holy statues began to shine brightly amidst the sound of the drums.

Cao Zhe stood on top of the holy image and looked around.

This world, he will leave.

However, his influence on this world will last forever.

Time may dilute his presence.

But the martial arts, Confucianism, and the way of building a foundation and cultivating immortality promoted by him will be imprints that will hardly disappear in this world.

The people sang spontaneously.

"The sage goes out and faces all directions. He is as red as the day when he climbs the pillar of heaven. The spirit of the yin and the stars are extinguished, and the atmosphere of the group is easily returned to the wilderness."

The singing is gathered from the trickle into the sea.

The soldiers standing on the city wall and the army arrayed in the distance also made a heroic voice.

Thousands of Confucian scarves, looking up at those holy images, the passion in their eyes turned into the strokes in their hands.

They will use the pens in their hands to record the madness at this moment, and gather them into rivers of articles. Perhaps after many years, they will also become a prosperous age that will be passed down from generation to generation, and which will continue to be savored and yearned for.

The warriors are beating their weapons, and in the positions they occupy, they are dancing with the light of their swords and the shadow of their swords, shaking mountains and rivers with their fists, and splitting thunderbolts with their palms.

At this time, some people feel something.

It seems... It's the last time I'll see these people standing on top of the Baisheng colossus, who are as dazzling as the sun, moon and stars.

"Dark and cold valleys, spring sunshine, withered roots grow well and hide away. Diving fish jumping in valleys and birds soaring, flowers and grass are warm and blue sky grows. The blue sky grows, the sage lives, the Beidou Xuanyuan adjusts the climate. Nine songs are played, and the circle and the square meet the spirits."

Above the clouds, the gate of heaven opens.

The Emperor of Heaven led all the gods of the immortal family to play music in the clouds.

On the boundless land, Cao Zhe led all the saints to bow their hands in return.

Humans and gods, immortals and mortals look at each other as equals from an oblique perspective across the clouds.

The drumbeat gradually faded away.

But Cao Zhe held the jade book in his hand, but he read one name after another.

Every time he read a name, he would give each other a deep look.

He had to remember these people, and standing on top of the Hundred Saints was not only an honor, but also a responsibility.

If the situation is really bad, then showing his face at this time may be a "killing opportunity" in the future.

Cao Zhe has already pointed out the risks involved.

It's just that if a man is born in the world, if he doesn't eat with five tripods, he cooks with five tripods.

Those who are qualified to stand on the top of the icon have no love.

There is publicity and enthusiasm in the bones.

Finally, the last lingering sound fell.

The gods and immortals in the sky gradually disappeared.

Only the sun, the moon and the stars are shining brightly, only the four winds stand out and the flags fly.

Cao Zhe put away the jade book, turned it into starlight with magic, hung it above the starry sky, and branded it among the mountains and rivers.

From then on, people with keen senses, even after thousands of years, will still hear these names occasionally, and find clues from the years of mountains and rivers.

Some of them may not deserve such treatment now.

However, Cao Zhe hoped that sooner or later they would be worthy.

"Everyone! There is less than a year left."

"I want to go through the void, go to the chaos, and try the truth again, is there anyone willing to go with me?" Cao Zhe asked.

On the statues of all saints, everyone bowed their hands to Cao Zhe, and then bowed to the end, with no one behind.

Under the hundred holy statues, many competitors shouted loudly, shouting to take them a ride.

"Okay! Let's go then!"

As soon as the words fell, Cao Zhe waved his sleeves to open the cracks in the world.

Hundreds of people flew into the crack together.

These one hundred people selected for the title of 'Saint' include martial arts, Confucianism, and immortality.

But there is no doubt that they are all strong.

All the powerhouses form one body. Under the leadership of Cao Zhe, they resist the storm in the void and chaos, like a big ship and a sharp sword, piercing into the unknown of chaos.

At first they encountered a powerful storm.

In the sweeping of the storm, more than thirty weak people were directly blown away, and their souls returned to the arena.

About dozens of days later, more than a dozen people died because they could not absorb and transform the chaotic energy and the breath in their bodies was exhausted.

In the next few dozen days, I experienced all kinds of dangers that suddenly appeared in the void and chaos.

Only Wang Defa and Gong Ruolin were left by Cao Zhe's side.

As for Zhang Bairen, he was involved in an unknown place during the last chaotic turbulence, and he didn't know whether he was still wandering in the chaotic turbulence, or had already perished and returned to the arena.

"We have been flying for so long, but in fact we always seem to be standing still, but we are experiencing different risks."

"It seems that the means we thought and the ability to push the distance closer are not applicable here." Gong Ruolin said.

Her lips looked a little pale.

The transitional transformation of the berserk chaotic energy is also a huge burden on her body.

If Gong Ruolin was like this, Wang Defa was even more miserable, and he was speechless for a long time.

Cao Zhe said: "It is true that the distance has not been shortened visually, but we can't turn our head back either. Maybe we should follow the tide of chaos and move our position. It's just...to summarize the laws of chaos, we can either start from a certain Inheritance everywhere, or it takes a long time to observe, otherwise it is difficult to get a fixed answer."

Cao Zhe still has experience in this regard.

In order to stabilize the large formation outside the boundary, he also studied the law of chaotic tides for a period of time.

It's just that in the end, I had to give up studying the laws of chaos and instead study how to make the big formation correspond to different changes and blows.

"Then can we still find other worlds?" Gong Ruolin asked.

Cao Zhe said: "Of course! Sure!"

"I have a feeling... and this feeling is getting stronger and stronger."

Cao Zhe's eyes were still firm and bright.

In the last time, crossing the void and looking for other worlds, this is the last attempt for the second round of competition.

It is also a complete and complete attempt to jump out of the frame of the world.

"The world is like a bottle in the ocean, they are not in a fixed position, and we are just drifting. So if we are lucky enough, we will crash into a world."

"And now, I feel a familiar world calling to me."

"That's like coordinates!"

"A person's will can cross mountains and rivers... even cross the barriers of the world, and penetrate the influence of chaos."

"I think, I also have a little understanding of the purpose and significance of those beings who are higher than the heavens and sitting above the world, preaching in the heavens."

Having said that, Cao Zhe stretched out his hand suddenly.

It seemed to grab it hard somewhere.

Then, wrapped around Wang Defa and Gong Ruolin, they fell to a certain place in the chaos.

The 'other' world he was looking for, he found it!

Although this world is not unfamiliar to him.

However, time has passed...there should have been extremely huge changes long ago.

At this time, it was less than three months before the second competition officially ended.

Chapter 351 I Will Kill You Wudang Today

In the world of comprehensive martial arts, at the foot of Wudang Mountain, there are thousands of powerful, burly and muscular people from the rivers and lakes lined up at this moment.

Even though it's grassy and reckless, when they gather together in one place, they actually have some spirit of marching in the army.

And on a huge 16-person platform, a man with knife-like eyebrows and a wolf-watching man is embracing two beauties, looking at the famous mountain faction that has suppressed the world for nearly a hundred years.

On Mount Wudang, in Zixiao Palace, a feminine man in a white clown suit with thick white powder on his face is shaking a wooden fan and smiling coyly at the Taoists in the palace.

"What Master Xiong means is that Wudang Mountain will be changed into Wudang Hall in the future, and our Tianxiahui will send people to serve as the hallmaster. All the disciples in Wudang Hall should obey the Tianxiahui's order and go to suppress dissatisfaction for the gangmaster."

"Also...the Dugu Lingjian in Wudang Mountain, the screen wall of the patriarch, and the bronze hall on the top of the mountain, all have to be dedicated to the leader."

"If you don't follow me, Wudang Mountain will go up and down... chickens and dogs will not stay." Every time the feminine man said, the expressions of all the Taoists in the hall turned ugly, and when he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire Zixiao Palace became extremely stiff.

An old Taoist said angrily: "Thirty years ago, if my Wudang patriarch, Mr. Yuan, hadn't taken the initiative to save the generals of the world, how could such a clown like you have the room to come to Wudang to be presumptuous?"

The feminine man chuckled and said, "You also said, Daoist Baiyun, that was 30 years ago. Now that time has passed, and the Huoyun evil god, who caused chaos in the world, has died, and you, Yuan Gong of Wudang Mountain, are afraid that you will die of serious injuries. What confidence?"

"The golden dragon is trapped in the evil world, and the winged tiger opened its own gate far away in the Western Regions. It has long been alienated from your Wudang. The tortoise carries the little Mount Sumeru on its back, and it can't take care of itself."