Vol 2 Chapter 694: 0 Cangjie after 1 year

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　　 No one thought that Sanzhu Dongtian was such a ghost, that the Hou Yuanshen would sit in an old body.
At this moment, the four martial artists of Longbo Holy Land and Liujiao Holy Land are not calm. Although Shenhou Yuanshen is trapped in the martial artist of the manifested holy realm, the Shenhou is the Shenhou, and the power and supernatural powers that erupt will inevitably exceed the manifested holy realm. .
　　As a direct participant in the battle of Qiyun, the warriors of the two big caves have long been given advance points from the clan, and the three big caves must expel Shanhai caves in advance.
　　 There is a Hou Yuanshen hidden in Sanzhu Dongtian, who to defend?
　　 is obvious!
　　 Once they work together to expel Shanhai Dongtian and Daxia, they will be unlucky for the rest.
　　 "Uncle!"
　　 Looking at the old man locked in the beam, Mu Jiuhan yelled. In this short moment, even if he lived through a long time and experienced a lot of time, he was a little dazed.
　　Mountain, sea and cave sky! Shanhaidongtian!
　　 It is impossible that this mountain and sea cave is so naive!
　　 In order to seal the uncle's primordial spirit in the body of the manifested sacred realm, and to prevent it from being detected by Qi Luck, the Three Trees of the Cave sky cost a great price, and this price is enough to create a god.
　　 was entangled by a fat man.
　　 Feeling the gaze of Long Bo and Liujiao Holy Land Martial Artist, Mu Jiuhan didn't know what to do for a while!
"Faster!"
　　 At this time, the urging voice of Fat Brother resounded in Xia Tuo's spiritual world again. Obviously Fatty couldn't hold it anymore. A godly soul was not easy to control.
　　 Xia Tuo had already reacted to this meeting, although the matter exceeded his expectations, but fortunately, he was barely out of control.
　　 "Fat elder, this old man should be interested in this alliance, not necessarily to participate in the battle of luck."
　　 In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Xia Tuo's body. It's really a good one to open his eyes and talk nonsense. When he came, he fell asleep. Is this because he is interested in the rules of the battle of luck?
　　 "Lord Xia, pay attention to your identity."
　　 Then, the fat brother looked at Xia Tuo, and said one word at a time.
　　 Suddenly, everyone saw Xia Tuo's expression condensed, and then frustrated, there was anger in his eyes, but he suppressed it firmly, not speaking.
　　 "Yes, my uncle is here to observe the rules of the battle of luck."
　　 Fortunately, Mu Jiuhan reacted for a while and slid down the pole Xia Tuo handed over. Of course, he didn't mean to appreciate Xia Tuo at all.
　　 Don’t believe it or not, anyway, my uncle came to see the constitution of the War of Fortune Covenant.
　　 Yes, you must be killed~!
"Humph!"
　　 Fat brother snorted coldly, and took the jade axe back in his hand, and an old voice sounded at the moment the light beam disappeared.
　　 "The land of the spirit race, the gods stop!"
　　 The next moment, a cyan figure flashed, and then the old soul soul also disappeared, and the thick white mist rolled outside. It was the ancestor of the spirit tribe who made the move.
　　 "Lord Xia, pay attention to your identity."
Just before everyone looked back, Fat Brother's voice sounded again, and no emotions were heard. Everyone's eyes fell on Xia Tuo's body, seeing Xia Tuo wanting to speak, but his anger could not be volatilized. Look.
"Humph!"
Seeing the eyes of everyone looking over, the fat brother snorted domineeringly, with a look of dignity, but no matter whether it was Long Bo, or the three plants, or the martial artist of the Sixth Sacred Land, he did not touch his eyes. Turn aside.
　　 For a while, I fell into a strange silence, Daxia, you look at me, I look at you, but I don’t know how to speak.
　　 Fat brother interrupted Mu Jiuhan's desire to control the rhythm of the alliance. As for the warriors of Longbo Holy Land and Liujiao Holy Land, they were surprised by Fat Brother's shot.
　　 In this scene, Xia Tuo was also very anxious when he saw this scene. After that, I was frightened.
　　 I don’t know when the fat man had this method.
　　 This is all right, all of them are defeated.
　　 Fat brother also understood in front of his eyes, he was so hard, he scared these people.
　　 At this point, there is no need for Xia Tuo to say, he coldly snorted: "What are you doing in a daze? Isn't it the alliance? Yes."
　　"Three hundred thousand people, three sacred realms with supernatural powers, three sacred realms with supernatural powers, five supernatural powers and one heavy, two witch sects, but these are all set by you. I don't want face in the mountains, seas and caves.
　　 Let’s do this. My Dongzhu said that it’s a rule to look at your regulations, so take one head and one tail, and remove the manifestation in the middle. "
　　 After finishing speaking, the fat brother looked around and fell on the martial artist in the Sixth Sacred Land, and asked: "Do you have any opinions?"
　　 "Just right."
　　 Hearing the sound, Jiao faintly arched his hands and said, it would be harmless to lose the Dharma Phase Realm martial artist, anyway, there are few people, the Six Jiao Holy Land Martial Artists stimulate the blood, and the supernatural power can rival the Common Law Phase Realm.
　　 "Yes."
　　Long Jingshi also agreed. After he spoke, Long Yaoshi didn't say much.
　　 At this moment, seeing the two great Dongtian warriors looking towards him, Mu Jiuhan knew that the matter was over, and the opposition was useless, after all, the cracks had already occurred.
　　 "Okay, that's it, then you can discuss it."
After speaking, the fat brother closed his eyes and didn't say much. For a while, he didn't mention how beautiful he was. The conscience of heaven and earth finally let him catch the opportunity and let Xia Tuo cooperate with him for many years. The resentment of being oppressed.
　　 Cool!
　　 "The battle of luck is based on the tribal alliance totem battle contract long ago. Even if it is because of the changes of the times, it is impossible to follow the oldest ritual of the human race, but the rules are still to be said, right."
　　 Seeing that no one was speaking, Xia Tuo said warmly, his tone not being domineering at all.
　　 "The Xia Clan Lord said it was pretty good."
　　 Then the black dragon clan master echoed: "We should follow the rules. We have to formulate detailed contract rules, so that Daxia can go on the fairest battle. Even if we lose, we will be convinced."
At this moment, Long Yaoshi was taken aback, glanced at Long Jingshi next to him, and then said: "The initial rules are set, but they are not rigorous. In order to prevent accidents from happening, such as returning soldiers, gods Hou’s seal, legal decree, and any looting must be explicitly forbidden and put in the contract to announce to the heavens. Violators will never be allowed to live beyond."
　　 Long Yaoshi's words made Mu Jiuhan's mouth twitch.
　　 "Not bad!"
　　 Xia Tuo also nodded and said: "Since the number of people participating in the battle of luck has been set, let's discuss the details in detail."
　　……
　　Outside the clouds and mist, the ancestor Ling stood standing in the void. Under the cover of the white mist, his body seemed to be illusory, quietly watching the four uncles on the top of the mountain who were discussing details and the warriors in the sacred land of the cave.
　　 The flashing light in his eyes made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
　　 After a long time, the eyes of the ancestor Ling suddenly turned into a killing light.
"not the right time yet!"
　　 In an instant, an illusory sound spread into the spiritual world of the ancestor Ling, and then the killing light in his eyes calmed down, and his turbid appearance was restored again.
　　 "Daqi will not take the rise and fall of the deserted people as a price, not before, and not in the future!"
　　 The low and deep voice floated among the white mist, but was confined within three feet of the ancestor Ling's body, and did not reach the outside.
　　 "Where is the future!"
　　 Spirit ancestor muttered, and the figure disappeared into the clouds.
　　 "The wasteland has never suffered from Daqi, but Daqi has brought disaster to the wasteland."
　　 An illusory figure emerged in the white mist, a long robe lined with dragon patterns, golden crows, and laurels, wearing a flat crown on his head, and wearing dragon boots.
　　 Xuying's face is dimly visible, it is a young man's face, vaguely immature.
　　 After three breaths, the phantom shook his head, completely dissipating among the clouds.
　　……
　　 The four great uncles plus Dongtian Holy Land, the whole group discussed for half a month and listed thousands of rules.
　　 Any power that transcends the sacred realm of supernatural power is not allowed to appear, whether it is ancient magic weapons, witchcraft, true spirits, puppets, beasts, armors,...
　　……
　　 The powerhouse of the witch sect realm must not exceed the middle witch sect realm, cannot control the puppets, or preset curses, blood taboos, blood sacrifices, evil methods, etc.
　　……
　　The eloquent battle contract was full of white dragon skins, and almost the dragon skins produced by this lord's peak white dragon were not enough to write.
　　 was more than 100,000 characters, and I almost missed eating, drinking and sleeping. It can be said that he truly followed the simple rules of the ancient human race. Everyone used almost the same strength to fight.
　　The white dragon skin is spread on the top of the mountain. There are densely packed words on the top, and a little blood on the bottom, which is the mark left by the masters and the cavemen.
　　 With this imprint, whoever dares to play with flowers, then just wait and finish.
　　 This contract is mainly to limit the warriors of the highest realm~EbookFREE.me~ The further down, the warriors of the Tianmai and Kaishan realm will have no restrictions. What do swords, guns and sticks do?
　　 After all, 300,000 people, nine out of ten are warriors below the Divine Tibetan realm. The totem battle contract, the main battle is these ordinary warriors from various ministries. Generally speaking, the higher the strength, the more the final shot will be made.
　　 This contract was divided into four parts, each with the breath of the four races of warriors. To be precise, Dongtian Holy Land also participated in the war in the skin of a tribe.
　　 "One year later, in the world of thousands of blues, the battle of luck begins!"
　　 After pressing the next sentence, Mu Jiuhan took the lead to leave with Mu Qingyun. He needs to go back and report the unexpected incident to the Dongzhu Alliance, so that the clan can prepare early.
　　 Immediately afterwards, Xia Tuo and Fat Brother also hurriedly left. The remaining Liujiao and Longbo Sacred Land warriors took a look, and tacitly arched their hands, tearing apart the clouds and disappearing to the top of the mountain.
　　 Watching the crowd disappear, the figure of the ancestor Ling appeared.
　　 "One year from now, Thousand Cangjie!"
　　 "I have waited ten thousand years, and finally I have waited!"
　　 The illusory figure reappeared, even if it was a phantom, there was still an aura of looking square.
　　 "Old ancestors, don't participate in the spirit race. This is not a war of the spirit race."
　　 Hearing the words, the ancestor Ling was taken aback and shook his head gently.
　　 "Without the Great Kai, the Spirit Race would have long been destroyed. This old bone of mine can still afford the Spirit Gun, for the Great Kai, for the King Jing Tian, ​​and for the people who have died of resentment over the years.