Chapter 1321

Of course, the body of the old man in white robe can wait another 100000 years, but the noumenon of the old man in white robe cannot wait, or is unwilling to wait.

To some extent, the true God can be regarded as eternal life. At least he can live for a long time. The old man in white robe can't wait. It's not Shouyuan.

There is no air in the forgotten land, but the spirit absorbed by the true God is just like that people need to breathe fresh air. If there is no fresh air, the human body must be extremely uncomfortable. This is the case when the strong God stays in the forgotten land.

And there is no spirit supplement, the real God strong dare not move at will, casually consume the air, it may take thousands of years to recover.

Therefore, in a period of 100000 years, the strong can not move a few times. How can the strong bear this? And forgetting the land is too small for the true God. One mind can span five continents.

It's like an emperor who has been used to spacious palaces, but is suddenly bound up and locked up in a narrow place, and one pass is tens of thousands of years. How can he stand it.

Forgetting the mainland is like a prison for the true God. The white robed old man has endured for more than 100000 years, and can no longer bear it.

Every time we enter the realm of God, each ancient clan will at least leave a true God. What was left behind 100000 years ago is the body of the old man in white robe.

This time, in any case, the body of the white robed old man will not be left.

"As soon as the noumenon is gone, maybe I am not far away from dissipation." The white robed old man said this in his heart, but there was no fear. After living for so many years, the white robed old man had already lived enough.

Although the strength is stronger than the holy land, but Shouyuan may not be much higher than the holy land. It is only because the true God constantly replenishes energy that it can be maintained.

Once we lose contact with the true God, the longevity of the demigod will be the same as that of the holy land.

The loss of contact does not necessarily mean the fall of the true God. If the two sides have been separated by a plane, it will be regarded as a loss of contact. Therefore, although no real God has been able to return so far, the ancient people still have a weak expectation. Maybe their real gods have gone to the land of gods.

Of course, if there is a god stone, the demigods can still maintain for a long time, but there is no God stone in the forgotten land.

With a wave of the sleeve robe of the old man in white robe, a light curtain appears in front of him, which shows the situation of the ancient race competition.

The interest in Han Feng and Meng Yaqing makes the old man in white want to see what degree they can achieve in the next competition.

He Qiqiang, the original God of the old man in white robe, has already seen that the jiuchongtian in the great holy region has not really done anything by Meng Yaqing. This is also the reason why the old man in white robe only sent the message to the clan leader Zhan, but did not do it in person.

All talents need to grow up. The ancient race competition at the peak level of holy land is also a good experience for both of them. Only by fighting with the strong can we know more about our own shortcomings and improve our cultivation.

The white robed old man knew that if he protected the two people, then in the Holy Land summit level competition, their opponents must be tied up, which could not play the role of training them.

"Let the two meet me after the contest." After passing a letter to the Zhan clan leader, the white robed old man was absorbed in watching the big game in the light curtain, and ignored the depression of clan chief Zhan because of this sentence.

"Qi'er, you have to fight for breath. If you lose, look at the attitude of the ancestor. This woman is afraid to have no chance with you." In the heart of the clan leader Zhan.

…… The competition venue gathered the disciples of Shengyu peak. Seeing that the most anticipated zhenzhuan disciple competition of the ancient race competition was about to start, everyone suppressed the shock brought by Han Feng before and turned to focus on the last competition.

But at this time, the chieftain of Zhan clan said: "outside boy, would you like to participate in the Holy Land peak level competition?"

When this was said, everyone was surprised.

"Chieftain Xuan cut in:" chieftain Zhan, it seems that there was no outside warrior to participate in the zhenzhuan disciple contest in the past. "

Clan chief Zhan laughed: "in the past, it was because the outside warrior never had the peak of the holy land under the age of 1000. Now the situation is naturally different."

Han Feng came here to trample on the disciples of the great ancient clans. Where would he refuse.

Among the disciples of zhenzhuan, the disciple who had long seen Han Feng's dissatisfaction with his fist grinding was Huo Huo, ready to give Han Feng a lesson.

Especially Yan Haoqi and Zhan Fu Shen sneered at each other.

Meng Yaqing also raised his feet and walked toward the competition field.

"The princess has gone? That's the true disciple of the Holy Land peak, is it... "

"No, it's too..."

"What's wrong? If an external warrior has reached the peak of the holy land, is our" Princess "worse than him

With each step, Meng Yaqing's momentum becomes stronger. When he and Han Feng stand together and walk into the field, Meng Yaqing's cultivation has soared to the limit of heaven at the peak of Holy Land!

There was an uproar.

Han Feng side head smile way: "really let me be surprised.""It's just a heaven at the top of the holy land. This time I have nothing to hide. It's a long way from your sixth heaven. " Meng Yaqing said with a smile.

One of them bowed his head slightly, the other raised his head slightly, revealing a jade neck like blood clotting. They both talked with a smile. The scene was so inflamed that Hao Qi's fist was tight, and he wanted to go up and separate them.

It's too much of an eyesore.

"Issue token now." The old man's sleeves and robes of the red robe fluttered, and the golden rays burst out.

The golden light falls on Han Feng's hand, forming a golden brand with his own number on it.

"Now, the zhenzhuan disciple competition begins." The red robed old man gave a sharp drink, announcing the official start of the zhenzhuan disciple competition.

"Holy Land peak six days, I don't know how far Han Feng can go?" Yan Ming exclaimed.

Yan Jie clenched his teeth. He never thought that Han Feng's cultivation would soar to such a level. He heard a cold hum: "it's just the six heaven of the Holy Land peak. If the cultivation grows so fast, it must be the weakest in the same level. Any three or four days of the Holy Land peak of our Yan Clan is enough to defeat it."

Ziyun's eyes sighed: "this boy On that day, I really looked down on him. Brother Qian's eyes were sharp. I was not as good as him. "

…… In the first round of elimination, Meng Yaqing played ahead of Han Feng. Meng Yaqing's opponent was a disciple of yichongtian, the peak of the holy land. The ancient disciple's blood was relatively strong in the same generation. However, compared with Meng Yaqing's five fire fusion, it was still far behind. Meng Yaqing only resisted for a moment and was defeated by Meng Yaqing.

Han Feng looks strange: "five fire fusion are so powerful, if ten fire fusion, is not earth shaking?"

After Meng Yaqing, it was not long before xuanqingtian came to power. Xuanqingtian's opponent was just at the beginning of the peak of the holy land, and his opponent would be severely damaged by one move.

"Hey, hey." Xuanqing sky side head Korean wind strange smile, go to the stage.

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