Vol 3 Chapter 878: Saint

The radiance of the sun can not cover the eyes of Xiao Chen, the infinite Saint Wei, the town can not live in the heart of Xiao Chen’s blood.
Three holy places, Fengqing Palace, Shenwumen, Baidi City, today finally saw the true content, do not know what the three saints today is.
Hey!
At this time, the East suddenly appeared in the four search and side by side of the battleship, the Holy Wave is filled, the light is not reduced, it is also an emperor-class warship beyond the king-class battleship.
From the left and right, the flag above the bow, in turn, reads Yan, Win, Jiang, Lin, which is the family of the four kings of the Terran.
The four warships are a little weaker than the three holy places, and they are quite a bit of a rival.
On the bow of each warship, there are some young people, or men or women, who are the geniuses of the king's family to compete for places.
The ambitions of the four families are very large. Each family wants to win at least two places, leaving only two places for other sects in Tianwu.
On the battleship centered on the center, a old man waved slightly.
On top of the other three warships, each of them skipped three people, one old man and two young people.
The old man of Jiang’s family smiled lightly and then dismissed the others on the bow. On the deck, apart from the two core geniuses of each family, they were the leaders of the team.
These four old men, all of whom have reached the realm of the master-level Wu Sheng, and the brilliance of the eyebrows seem to have realized the will.
Each one is not lower than the white elders of Tianzong. The repairs are lower, and even the faintness is even higher.
Looking at each other, the law of the heavens behind them is all connected together, forming a round with a small to large aperture. At first glance, I don’t know how many circles there are.
It is clearly that the repair has become the limit of the peak of Wu Sheng, only one step, you can become a peerless figure of the quasi-imperialist level.
The old man of the Jiang family leader first said: "The purpose of everyone this time should be the same, so in order to avoid internal friction, I think it is necessary to negotiate."
The winner's team leader is an old woman who still has a charm. Behind her is a man and a woman. The man's appearance is handsome and elegant, and there is a kind of emperor in the eyebrows.
The woman next to him, if Xiao Chen is here, can see at a glance that it is the winning Joan who has agreed with him.
Only at this moment, Win Qiong, wearing a golden armor, will have a perfect figure, a bumpy outline, and a golden phoenix crown on his head, showing his noble honor.
With a solemn and dignified expression, it is difficult to connect her with the playful woman who plays the careful machine in the Tomb of the Stars.
The winner woman said: "Consultation is naturally to negotiate, but how to negotiate, Jiang Laoge does not know if there is any good idea."
The old men of the Yanjia and Lin family leaders, silent, did not default, but also defaulted to the requirements of the consultation, waiting for the Jiang family.
The Jiangjia old man smiled and said: "It's very simple, relying on strength, fairness, and not killing each other. There will be a thousand thrones in the sky, and there will be a digital label behind each throne."
"As long as you can sit on the throne, the digital label on the back is your ranking on the Tianjiao People's List. You can get the qualification of Tianlu Shenquan in the first ten."
Everyone knows about this rule. Every time the sages are reshuffled, it’s all like this. All the rankings are all overwhelmed and re-combat.
Each of them looked at the peak of the Jiang family, waiting for him to continue.
"The higher the ranking, the bigger the reward, but with the family of our four families, some of the rewards of the Wushen Palace do not need to be put in the eyes. The false name does not need to fight, as long as the quota can be obtained, it can be accepted in the first ten. ""
"This time we have a lot of family members to participate in the list, but you and I also know that what can really be competitive can only be the world that understands the will."
"In this respect, I am not a poor person in the four families. There are two sons who have realized the will, that is to say, they can compete for eight places."
The Jiangjia old man said that this paused, saying: "I want to say that it is very simple, that is, no matter which throne of the top ten, as long as there are four core disciples competing, the other seven must give up unconditionally, only Can go to win other thrones."
The other three masters, Wu Sheng, began to bow their heads and meditated, and felt that the Jiang family could accept it.
In this way, the internal friction of each family is avoided to the utmost extent, and the respective interests are maximized.
The winner, the woman, turned back and won Joan and another son, and discussed it for a while: "Our winner agrees with this agreement."
The Lin family veteran nodded: "We Lin family also agreed."
Wu Zan, the master of Yanjia, whispered back and said: "Thirteen, fourteen, what do you think."
One of the two sons of the Yan family, one of them is Yan San, who has had a side to Xiao Chen, and the other is Yan Yan XIV.
The names of the two are similar, but the temperament is completely different. The Yan XIII practice kills the kendo, the face is cold, cold and ruthless, and a stranger is not close.
The appearance of Yan XIV's handsome, but the sun is generous, born to give people a sense of closeness.
"Great elders, just take the idea, I have no opinion." Yan Xie smiled softly, the voice said crisply.
Yan Thirteen's lips moved a bit and spit out three words: "It doesn't matter."
The Yan family finally agreed to this agreement, and the Jiang family veteran smiled: "Well, we are discussing the specific way, how to use other disciples to cause harassment to some competitors."
On the other hand, when the four kings of the family discussed how to win the most places, the leading elders of the Three Holy Lands were not idle, and they were nervously deployed.
At the same time, those families who think they have the strength and can compete for the top ten are also arranged in a tight schedule.
However, more Zongmen disciples did not even think about the goals of the top ten. For them, this sage list is only a four-year event.
What they have to do is to take this opportunity to reshuffle and fight in a big way, and compete for their ranking on the Tianjiao list.
As for the dew of the gods, it is destined to be an unreachable fantasy, not that they can shake.
The arrival of the king's family has pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a climax, and the various noisy discussions have continued, and the first ten competitions are about to begin.
It will be a big chaos of all the geniuses of the Terran. Whoever stands out from the crowd will be able to stand out from the crowd. The glory of the past can only be a past history.
Only by grasping the top ten, in this prosperous world, it is truly worthy of a seat.
Rub and rub!
The Millennium Oil Lamp on the Tianjiao list started from the one that belonged to Xiao Chen, and then smashed it. The four wilds were silent at once, and everyone knew that the real chaos was about to begin and the battlefield would open immediately.
"The old days are light, I am free from myself!"
"Glory will never be destroyed, and blood will never go out!"
"There are thousands of people who are not old, and they are not going to wear the autumn waters!"
"Hands holding the sun and the moon to pick up the stars, the world is all the enemy!"
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At the top of the pyramid, when the oil lamp belonging to the White Emperor of the White Emperor was broken, a sound of the sages, like the singing of the avenue, rose in the heavens and the earth.
The sages of the history of the human race have been turned into light and shadows, rising from the sky, and the voices of various saints reverberate between heaven and earth.
The sons of the various sects who were placed in the surrounding battleships were excited. Under the influence of the voice of the Holy One, it seemed to return to the ancient times, the most brilliant years of the Terran.
In the past, the martial arts peaks, the hundreds of people in the chaos, the sages of the human race, radiant, with great power and great wisdom. For the children of the rest of my life, I have laid down a vast country, and I have never been able to stand up until now.
It was an epic era, with heroes coming out, heroes constantly, emperors like clouds, and holy people walking around.
Now that the prosperous world is coming, the peak of the martial arts era will reappear. Who can invincible the world, lead the hundreds of millions of people, and once again sprinkle an immortal glory.
"The ancient sages are lonely, and the red dust is empty!"
A desolation of the holy sound suddenly sounded, and the sound of the turbulent avenue between the heavens and the earth, stopped and stopped, and there was a shadow of a white-haired old man in the sky.
It was the emperor of the ancient times, and the spiritual imprint left behind was not extinguished until now.
The Emperor pointed to the sky, and the rest of the Terran sages all made the same movements, bangs, space turbulence, and the void, a small world suddenly opened.
The black night shrouded the earth, above the sky, a vast star map slowly unfolded, such as the dreamy star river, a statue behind the digital throne, with radiance in the Milky Way.
Summon the endless galaxy wonders, the imprint of the ancient sages, shimmering, disappeared between heaven and earth.
It was only quiet, and there were thousands of warships, and the sons of the sects were as arrows. Draw a variety of light, with a hot gaze, flew toward the throne that passed through the stars.
In an instant, there were nearly 100,000 warriors, and at the same time rushed out, the mighty scenes were beyond words.