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"Luo Tianjing..."

Sensing the energy fluctuation coming from Shi Lan's body, Qing Lan's mind suddenly blurred and she couldn't regain her senses for a while.

The last time they separated, Shi Lan's cultivation was still in the third level of the imperial level. Although the gap was still huge, she could still see Shi Lan's back.

But now, when she looks directly at Shi Lan, she feels a sense of oppression, like a mortal staring at the scorching sun.

This is the feeling of insignificance caused by the huge gap in cultivation.

Mu Zhaoxi, who was not far from Qinglan, looked at the huge dragon whale in the sky, with a trace of longing in his eyes.

Among the two palaces and three sects, Lingwu Palace is the force she wants to join the most, because the true disciples in it have too many privileges, and she herself also wants to pursue a career in martial arts.

Shi Lan, standing on top of Dragon Whale, instantly attracted the attention of many geniuses around him.

Compared to his cultivation, the first thing that caught the attention of everyone around him was Shi Lan's military robe with dark patterns on the silver background.

"He is the true successor of Lingwu Palace!"

"That is the unique robe of the true generation. It is a rare treasure. It comes from the hands of the top supreme. It has incredible power, second only to the supreme weapon."

"Did Lingwu Hall actually have a true successor from the first generation to participate in this competition?"

"What a terrifying cultivation level. He is already at the eighth level and seventh level before he is six hundred years old. After being in a foreign land of gods and martial arts, won't he soon become an enlightened supreme being?"

There was silence all around, and the chatter was deliberately suppressed and did not come out.

Among the other transcendent forces, many people looked over, especially the senior officials, with unclear meaning in their eyes.

The true successors of the Lingwu Palace are all monsters among monsters.

Previously, there had been three consecutive Wanchao Tianjiao Competitions, but no true descendant of the Lingwu Palace had ever participated.

According to past practice, as long as the true disciples of the Lingwu Palace participate in the competition, they will never miss the Shenwu Foreign Land.

Shi Lan glanced around, did not come forward to talk to Qing Lan, and turned back to the main hall.

Now, her own situation is still unclear. Being involved with Qinglan in the public eye may bring trouble to Qinglan.

With the arrival of Lingwu Palace, the remaining forces from all directions have also arrived one after another. When they arrived, they all aroused the discussion of many geniuses, and their eyes were full of expectations.

This is their chance to meet the Fenghua Dragon.

…………

A few months later, the competition between the geniuses from all dynasties came to an end.

There are many powerful forces that have begun to secretly contact Tianjiao to increase the future foundation of the sect dynasty behind them.

As the last battle over the floating island ended, the surrounding void fell into silence.

After a while, overwhelming Confucianism, Taoism and holy texts flowed in the void, forming a bridge between heaven and earth.

A figure entwined with holy light walked on it, as if it was in another time and space. The pace was extremely slow, but after an instant, it had arrived on the floating island.

The holy light in the sky dissipated, revealing an old man in Confucian robes, about seventy years old, with silver hair on his temples, clear eyes, strong face, but a soft bookish air.

The majestic aura filled the entire world, seeming to resonate with the heavens. All living beings received a kind of baptism, and their minds gradually stabilized.

The eyes of the prodigies around him revealed unconcealable fanaticism, and every move resonated with the divine martial arts. The Supreme Lord did not have such power at all. He was a true Confucian and Taoist saint, equivalent to the Great Emperor!

This kind of existence, the divine dragon has never seen its tail. Even if it is a great competition among all the dynasties, such existence will rarely appear, and it is impossible for ordinary people to see its figure.

"It's Ancient Sage Yunlan."

Compared to the excitement of the young prodigy, the leaders of all forces were much calmer. This was not the first time they had seen this Confucian and Taoist saint.

The moment Ancient Sage Yunlan appeared, another figure appeared above the nine heavens. He was wearing a blue imperial robe. He was in his thirties and had a tall figure. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

"See the Emperor."

The moment the figure appeared, everyone around him from the Qingyan Emperor Dynasty bowed and saluted.

Obviously, this is the leader of the Qingyan Emperor Dynasty, Yang Qingyan, a true emperor.

Yang Qingyan seemed to have ignored the sound of greetings coming from below. He summoned a hall in the void and invited Ancient Sage Yunlan to enter.

There was also a trace of fluctuation among the other transcendent forces.

…………

In the main hall on the dragon whale's back, Lingyun slowly opened her eyes, stood up and stretched her muscles, stepped out of the hall, and came to the main hall above the nine heavens.

At this moment, there were eleven figures standing in the hall, and there was silence in the air, as if they were silently waiting for something.

They were so familiar with each other that even though they had not been together for hundreds of thousands of years, they had nothing to talk about.

In the blink of an eye, another cup of tea passed, and two more figures appeared in the hall, a young Taoist and a young man in black. The young man's side was shrouded in the aura of calamity, and his aura was empty. Between the second and third floors of the eighth level, Wandering in between.

"Tao Zun, is this the little friend from the later generations?"

A beautiful woman in her thirties wearing a silver-moon robe broke the silence. She was the only woman in the hall, with a slender waist, a graceful figure, and a unique charm in her brows and eyes.

The eyes of everyone in the hall were focused on the young man. If it weren't for this young man, they wouldn't be here at this moment.

Coming from later generations, just these few words are enough to touch their hearts.

"Not bad." Dao Zun nodded slightly.

Under the gaze of many supreme and powerful men, Ying Qianqiu felt a little frightened for a moment. In later generations, he had never been in the same room with so many powerful men. He immediately bowed and saluted:

"Junior Ying Qianqiu, I have met all the seniors."

Before he could straighten up, a mighty Sanskrit sound came from outside the hall, and the rich Buddha's light echoed between heaven and earth with great force.

A true Buddha sat cross-legged on a nine-color lotus platform and entered the main hall.

"Miaoyan has met all fellow Taoists."

There was silence in the hall, and no one responded. They had known each other for thousands of years, and there was no need to perform this false ceremony.

Moreover, Miao Yan's behavior of arriving at the scene last was already a bit rude.

"There should be a quota for Ying Qianqiu in the Shenwu Foreign Land this time." Dao Zun glanced at Miao Yan and got straight to the point:

"Do you have any objections?"

"Can."

"No objection."

"As it should be."

Everyone nodded and agreed that it was not too much to do a convenience for the future of this era.

"I also want a quota, I hope you can agree."

Suddenly, Lingyun opened her mouth and looked at the people around her:

"We have a new junior in Lingwu Hall who is extremely talented. I hope you can make it easy when the time comes."

"A quota is not a big deal. There are not many outstanding people among the few companies this year, so the quota is somewhat abundant, but it is rare for you to speak in person. Who are you?"

Yang Qingyan's eyes moved at the side, and he was slightly curious. The last time Lingyun spoke in person was Rong Xuanqing.

At their level, they already know many secrets in the world. As the geniuses participating in the Ten Thousand Dynasties Competition compete with each other, the luck they carry will also become entangled. This is also a battle of luck. fight.

The final winner will receive the attention of heaven due to the continuous surge in luck. In the foreign land of gods and warriors, the chance of death will increase.

Among the transcendental forces in the ten directions, the truly talented people will not participate in the competition at all.

Lingyun pointed at the back of the dragon whale. In the eyes of the most powerful people, the dome of the hall was useless, and their eyes fell on Shi Lan.

"She is a rare beauty, and she is pleasing to the eye. It's a pity that she is not in our Burning Moon Sect." The woman in the moon robe covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes slightly curved:

"How old are you this year?"

Hearing this, the corners of Lingyun's mouth curled up slightly:

"Bone age sixty-four."

Upon hearing this number, everyone around had different reactions, but they were all a little skeptical for a while.

"Are you sure she is a real human race and not the incarnation of the heavenly world?" Dao Zun frowned slightly, and his first reaction was also a little disbelief.

As the most powerful people of the tenth level, no one in the universe knows better than them how difficult the path of cultivation is.

Shi Lan's aura fluctuations are extremely stable, and it doesn't look like he was forcibly lifted up in a short period of time. This is completely impossible to happen to normal creatures. Even if they are reincarnated and re-cultivated, it is impossible for them to have this kind of advancement speed.

The most likely one is the incarnation of Heavenly Dao.

The incarnations of the Heavenly Dao in the vast world are incomparable with ordinary creatures. It is not unheard of for people who have accumulated countless millions of years of experience to emerge as adults and become enlightened within a few decades.

But the level of the world determines the upper limit of these heavenly incarnations. Even if the heavenly incarnations in the ordinary world become Taoist in decades, their future cultivation realm will be empty realm at most, and they will never be able to reach the tenth level. The upper limit has been completely determined. .

"She is from Lingyang." Lingyun replied and then stopped talking.

Hearing the word "Ling Yang", everyone around them was silent for a while. No one knew better than themselves what the current situation of Ling Yang's heaven was.

"Lingyun, this girl joined your Lingwu Palace not long ago?"

Looking at Shi Lan on the back of the dragon whale, the true Buddha sitting cross-legged on the nine-color lotus platform suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and his black and white pupils were instantly dyed with a layer of gold paint, in which the long river of time and space flowed. The phantom, the expression of neither sadness nor joy showed a slight fluctuation, and the eyebrows slowly wrinkled.

"Not bad." Lingyun raised her eyebrows slightly and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"This woman has some secrets. I owe you a favor for handing her over to Buddhism." The golden light in Miaoyan Zhenfo's eyes became more and more intense, triggering many illusions around him, with a serious expression.

"You want to steal someone from me?"

Lingyun's expression did not waver at all, and she spoke calmly:

"Have you been sleeping for too long and haven't woken up yet?"

"Ling Yun! There is a great cause and effect on this woman, and it is related to a true Buddha who dominates the realm of Buddhism. It is beyond your ability to bear."

Miao Yan gave a long drink, and her expression became more and more solemn:

"You, Lingwu Palace, are not qualified enough to compete with Buddhism. Don't bring trouble for yourself."