Chapter 2377: : Iori Tianjiao!
Eight gods spiritual realm, children's Abode.
This is a house located in various parts of the Iori Spiritual Realm. It has almost a unified standard, but it has a wide range. It provides a place for Iori children to rest and practice. It has always been relatively quiet, even if some people pass by in a hurry.
But just today, these disciples' monastery has become boiling!
Because a group of figures filed out from the major aboriginal houses, with a lively look, sharp eyes, and a conceited smile on their faces!
"It's been five years! Finally waited for the clan club competition!"
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"This time I must be ashamed. The one who hurt Lao Tzu last time will all die!"
"Hahahaha... my chance to become famous has finally arrived!"
"Summoning the Code of Gods! I will definitely get the magical powers and secrets in the Code of Gods! When the curse is broken, and when I fight the heavens in the future, I will definitely be able to scream under the stars!"
...
Along with the figures rushing away from the children’s abode, there were even more cold and crazy self-talks. Almost every Iori child’s face was filled with a compelling expression, and his eyes seemed to burn. Blazing flames!
The clan will compete!
A thousand-year grand event held by the Eight Gods once every five years!
This is an opportunity for every Iori child to rise up. Under the collision of blood and fire, the strong marched on the bones of the weak, all the way to the peak, while the weak had only a dead end!
Between the heavens and the earth of the entire Eight Gods Spiritual Realm, nearly a thousand figures gathered from all directions and marched towards the same place, like a locust crossing the border!
At this moment, a pair of pupils suddenly opened in a child's abbey, as if cold and electric, fascinating!
"It's finally started..."
With a faint icy voice slowly sounded, the sitting figure slowly stood up. The tall and slender body couldn't really be seen in the dim room, only those cold and bright eyes were like sparks in the night. ,clear and distinct!
With a creak, the door opened, and the tall and slender figure walked out of it, finally revealing a white and handsome face, with no expression on it, like a sculpture.
This person is naturally Ye Wuque!
Two days ago, the killing preceded on the stage of life and death, and was finally stopped by the elder Leng Jiu of the Eight Gods. Ye Wuque and the handsome ministers randomly found a children's monastery to enter it, replenishing their energy.
Within two days, Ye Wuque was motionless and sat there, but after two days, the killing intent in his heart did not calm down. Instead, it became more and more intense, like an active volcano that is about to erupt, which can erupt at any time. Out of earth-shattering power!
For Ye Wuque these two days, he had condensed the killing intent and evil spirit in his heart into a rope, and he had to wait for today's complete burst!
Crunch, just after Ye Wuque walked out of the room, the door on the opposite side opened almost at the same time, and the handsome minister with the face of Iori Haotian walked out.
The eyes of the two crossed, and both smiled faintly.
"This clan competition has finally begun..."
"Yeah, I waited for a long time. Two days ago, I didn't have enough fun to kill. This time I can finally kill it completely!"
"The same feeling, my sword needs to drink blood."
The two slowly stepped out of the Children's Abode and looked at the figures of the Iori children between heaven and earth like locusts crossing the border, and there was a touch of bloodthirsty and coldness in their eyes.
咻咻...
The two immediately turned into streamers and soared into the sky, but regardless of their body style and yuan strength, they had already made a little camouflage, just in case they were recognized.
Silhouettes from all directions cut through the sky, and finally gradually unified, and came to an area of the Eight Gods Spiritual Realm that is rarely human in daily life!
Here, it seems to be an ancient sacrificial ground, with complicated patterns carved on the ground, which seems to have a kind of vicissitudes of life and obscurity, as if it has recorded a long history, and people can feel the passage of time at a glance.
And at the end of this sacrificial hall, there is a huge altar, shining dark red light all over, covered together, vaguely, and exudes a breath of awe!
Shoo...
A group of figures descended from the sky, and at this moment they all fell on this vast sacrificial ground, in twos and threes, it was the children of the Iori who came from the spirits of the children of the Iori Spirit Realm.
The silent altar began to become noisy as people arrived!
Some Iori children were in groups in twos and threes, forming a circle with each other, looking at other circles with cold eyes, and some standing alone, with arms folded, arrogant and conceited.
Within a quarter of an hour, there were more and more people on the sacrifice field, and the gazes that looked at each other became even worse, chills and evil spirits surged.
After the clan tournament started, everyone present was a potential opponent, and they all had to be careful.
But at a certain moment, the atmosphere of the sacrificial hall suddenly stagnated, and then it became completely noisy. A child of the Iori raised his head, his eyes all looked at the void!
There, an unrestrained figure resembling a dragon came quickly, exuding a kind of extreme majesty from all over his body. A pair of cold and oppressive eyes, just a casual sweep, made many of the children of Iori change their face, showing awe and horror It was almost suffocated, he hurried back and gave up a large area!
"The Eight Gods Dragon is here!"
"Hi! Compared to five years ago, he is even more terrifying! The last time he was defeated by Iori Wufeng in the clan conference, he was seriously injured and almost died. This time I am afraid that he will be the first, revenge!
"This is the real talented person in our clan, the top five existence!"
Countless Iori children looked sideways, whispered, and their tone trembled!
The Eight Gods dragon fell slowly, it was a young man with thick hair and a cold face, like a mad dragon!
He stood alone, with his hands on his back, his eyes slightly closed, as if no one in all directions could make him look at him.
Obviously, the arrival of the Yashen Dragon set off a small climax!
As a truly top talent among the young generation of the Eight Gods, his every move naturally affects the attention of countless people.
"Look! The Eight Gods Zen Sound is here too!"
"And Iori Yunfei!"
"That's Iori! My God! Three or five of the top ten masters of the young generation have come!"
Exclamations continued to sound, and there were dragons and phoenix figures flying from all directions, landing on the sacrificial ground!
With the arrival of these figures, almost all Iori children automatically gave up their positions!
Because each of these figures is surging with unfathomable fluctuations, like an endless tide, sweeping everything!
This is a house located in various parts of the Iori Spiritual Realm. It has almost a unified standard, but it has a wide range. It provides a place for Iori children to rest and practice. It has always been relatively quiet, even if some people pass by in a hurry.
But just today, these disciples' monastery has become boiling!
Because a group of figures filed out from the major aboriginal houses, with a lively look, sharp eyes, and a conceited smile on their faces!
"It's been five years! Finally waited for the clan club competition!"
2k`‘
"This time I must be ashamed. The one who hurt Lao Tzu last time will all die!"
"Hahahaha... my chance to become famous has finally arrived!"
"Summoning the Code of Gods! I will definitely get the magical powers and secrets in the Code of Gods! When the curse is broken, and when I fight the heavens in the future, I will definitely be able to scream under the stars!"
...
Along with the figures rushing away from the children’s abode, there were even more cold and crazy self-talks. Almost every Iori child’s face was filled with a compelling expression, and his eyes seemed to burn. Blazing flames!
The clan will compete!
A thousand-year grand event held by the Eight Gods once every five years!
This is an opportunity for every Iori child to rise up. Under the collision of blood and fire, the strong marched on the bones of the weak, all the way to the peak, while the weak had only a dead end!
Between the heavens and the earth of the entire Eight Gods Spiritual Realm, nearly a thousand figures gathered from all directions and marched towards the same place, like a locust crossing the border!
At this moment, a pair of pupils suddenly opened in a child's abbey, as if cold and electric, fascinating!
"It's finally started..."
With a faint icy voice slowly sounded, the sitting figure slowly stood up. The tall and slender body couldn't really be seen in the dim room, only those cold and bright eyes were like sparks in the night. ,clear and distinct!
With a creak, the door opened, and the tall and slender figure walked out of it, finally revealing a white and handsome face, with no expression on it, like a sculpture.
This person is naturally Ye Wuque!
Two days ago, the killing preceded on the stage of life and death, and was finally stopped by the elder Leng Jiu of the Eight Gods. Ye Wuque and the handsome ministers randomly found a children's monastery to enter it, replenishing their energy.
Within two days, Ye Wuque was motionless and sat there, but after two days, the killing intent in his heart did not calm down. Instead, it became more and more intense, like an active volcano that is about to erupt, which can erupt at any time. Out of earth-shattering power!
For Ye Wuque these two days, he had condensed the killing intent and evil spirit in his heart into a rope, and he had to wait for today's complete burst!
Crunch, just after Ye Wuque walked out of the room, the door on the opposite side opened almost at the same time, and the handsome minister with the face of Iori Haotian walked out.
The eyes of the two crossed, and both smiled faintly.
"This clan competition has finally begun..."
"Yeah, I waited for a long time. Two days ago, I didn't have enough fun to kill. This time I can finally kill it completely!"
"The same feeling, my sword needs to drink blood."
The two slowly stepped out of the Children's Abode and looked at the figures of the Iori children between heaven and earth like locusts crossing the border, and there was a touch of bloodthirsty and coldness in their eyes.
咻咻...
The two immediately turned into streamers and soared into the sky, but regardless of their body style and yuan strength, they had already made a little camouflage, just in case they were recognized.
Silhouettes from all directions cut through the sky, and finally gradually unified, and came to an area of the Eight Gods Spiritual Realm that is rarely human in daily life!
Here, it seems to be an ancient sacrificial ground, with complicated patterns carved on the ground, which seems to have a kind of vicissitudes of life and obscurity, as if it has recorded a long history, and people can feel the passage of time at a glance.
And at the end of this sacrificial hall, there is a huge altar, shining dark red light all over, covered together, vaguely, and exudes a breath of awe!
Shoo...
A group of figures descended from the sky, and at this moment they all fell on this vast sacrificial ground, in twos and threes, it was the children of the Iori who came from the spirits of the children of the Iori Spirit Realm.
The silent altar began to become noisy as people arrived!
Some Iori children were in groups in twos and threes, forming a circle with each other, looking at other circles with cold eyes, and some standing alone, with arms folded, arrogant and conceited.
Within a quarter of an hour, there were more and more people on the sacrifice field, and the gazes that looked at each other became even worse, chills and evil spirits surged.
After the clan tournament started, everyone present was a potential opponent, and they all had to be careful.
But at a certain moment, the atmosphere of the sacrificial hall suddenly stagnated, and then it became completely noisy. A child of the Iori raised his head, his eyes all looked at the void!
There, an unrestrained figure resembling a dragon came quickly, exuding a kind of extreme majesty from all over his body. A pair of cold and oppressive eyes, just a casual sweep, made many of the children of Iori change their face, showing awe and horror It was almost suffocated, he hurried back and gave up a large area!
"The Eight Gods Dragon is here!"
"Hi! Compared to five years ago, he is even more terrifying! The last time he was defeated by Iori Wufeng in the clan conference, he was seriously injured and almost died. This time I am afraid that he will be the first, revenge!
"This is the real talented person in our clan, the top five existence!"
Countless Iori children looked sideways, whispered, and their tone trembled!
The Eight Gods dragon fell slowly, it was a young man with thick hair and a cold face, like a mad dragon!
He stood alone, with his hands on his back, his eyes slightly closed, as if no one in all directions could make him look at him.
Obviously, the arrival of the Yashen Dragon set off a small climax!
As a truly top talent among the young generation of the Eight Gods, his every move naturally affects the attention of countless people.
"Look! The Eight Gods Zen Sound is here too!"
"And Iori Yunfei!"
"That's Iori! My God! Three or five of the top ten masters of the young generation have come!"
Exclamations continued to sound, and there were dragons and phoenix figures flying from all directions, landing on the sacrificial ground!
With the arrival of these figures, almost all Iori children automatically gave up their positions!
Because each of these figures is surging with unfathomable fluctuations, like an endless tide, sweeping everything!
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