Chapter 2019: The Heart Is 0 Miles Away

Along with the trembling voice of the first elder of the Yuwen Family, the entire Wangxingfeng Square resounded with sudden sounds.

"That's right! That Chu Yan has a visionary body of Rakshasa Demon Art. He is a practitioner of Demonic Dao!"

"It's no wonder. Back in the ancient martial arts battlefield, Yue Linglong from the Dark Temple deliberately helped him. It turned out that he had taken a fancy to his talent in the way of magic!"

"Let me just say, how could a human kid at the pinnacle of the quasi-emperor rank who had plummeted in cultivation and ranked more than 700 on the emperor list suddenly jump to the 39th place! It turned out that it was because he practiced magic arts!"

"Hmph! Shit luck, the monsters in this ghost abyss may have become resources for him to improve his cultivation!"

"That is, with the same attributes, the attacks of those monsters are only 30% powerful to him at most!"

"Quickly, send a message to the disciples in the family and tell them to be careful of Chu Yan!"

"...."

All of a sudden, in all directions, bigwigs from all ethnic groups took out the communication jade talisman one after another, and reported the latest ranking on the sky to the disciples of the clan in Guiyuan, and at the same time reported the news about Chu Yan's practice of magic.

Soon, in less than 100 breaths, whether it was in Wangxingfeng Square or in Guiyuan, almost everyone knew about Chu Yan's magic skills.

"Patriarch, don't worry, I have already arranged for the third round of the arena!"

Yu Wenjing whispered to Patriarch Yuwen, appearing mysterious.

"very good!"

Hearing this, Yu Wenhong smiled slightly and nodded slightly. Immediately, his eyes turned to the light curtain, and seeing Chu Yan, who had been promoted by three rankings, to the 36th place, he sneered and said

"Chu Yan, even if you won the first place in the second round, it doesn't matter, as long as you lose to my Xiong'er in the third round, all your points and results will belong to Xiong'er, hahaha... .”

At the other end of the square, the big bosses of the human race who had moved to the corner of the square, at this time, all looked at the light curtain with a face, and Chu Yan's ranking had been raised to thirty-sixth.

Originally, the Eighth Elders and the others were worried that Chu Yan's performance would continue to improve only by relying on the imperial power rewarded in the first level.

If the imperial energy is exhausted, will Chu Yan's ranking really drop.

However, it now appears that such worries are completely unnecessary.

However, the hearts of the Eighth Elder and others have been raised in their throats, and they cannot let go.

Because, in the Wangxingfeng Square, almost every hour, the life jade talisman of a disciple of a certain sect force exploded.

This is equivalent to saying that in the ghost abyss, at all times, there are geniuses on the emperor list who are lost and become food for countless monsters.

Seeing the names on the sky screen that were still beating just now, going out and dimming, the Eighth Elders and the others, how could they not be nervous.

After all, compared with other big clan forces, the only hope for the human race is Chu Yan!

At this moment, separated by Wangxing Peak, hundreds of millions of miles away, in the Ten Directions Starfield, in a boundless black mountain range, the majestic palace complex can hardly be seen at a glance.

On the tallest main castle, in a room with shining lights, a beautiful figure in a white dress was leaning against the stone window, looking in the direction of Wangxing Peak.

"Uncle Hei, is Chu Yan really only ranked thirty-sixth!?"

Under the tender voice,

Yue Linglong turned around gently, frowned slightly, looked at the middle-aged man in black robe in front of her, and asked.

"That's right! I just received the news that the second round of Guiyuan has been opened for 12 days. Chu Yan is ranked 36th, and the current number one is Long Aotian! Therefore, the Palace Master is very likely... ..”

When Emperor Heixiaowu said this, he looked up at Yue Linglong, sighed lightly and shook his head.

It can be said that he has watched Yue Linglong grow up since he was a child, but he has never seen that the eldest lady would care so much about anyone or anything.

Even, the interest in escaping from the Dark Temple and traveling around, which was the most enthusiastic before, is gone.

Since being captured by the Palace Master last time, he has been staying in the room, depressed, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

However, every two or three days, he would secretly ask himself to inquire about that Chu Yan.

Heixiao didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do this by herself!

However, no matter what, seeing the gloomy look on the eldest lady's face, he wished he could slaughter the entire Canglong Realm.

But, is that useful! ?

A million years ago, Ouyang Nantian appeared. Could it be that history will repeat itself a million years later! ?

Heixiao didn't dare to think about it, sighed again, raised her head slightly, but saw Miss Yue Linglong, looking out of the window, her spiritual eyes were lost again, and she fell into confusion again.

Hei Xiao, who had a wry smile on his face, didn't say anything, and quietly exited the room with a flash.

Standing outside the door and gently closing the Amethyst gate, Heixiao hesitated for a moment, then turned around and headed towards the main hall.

Ghost Abyss, Kurosawa Mountains...

A female disciple in a colorful gown flashed across the sky, her breath was restrained to the extreme, and even monsters a hundred steps away could not sense her presence.

She is the female disciple of Tianyin Sect, Zhou Xiaoyun!

If it weren't for the seven-color heavenly clothes bestowed by Master to help her escape from the monsters again and again, with her current cultivation base, she wouldn't be able to survive at all.

At the very least, another senior brother with the same level of cultivation as her, who originally acted together, was directly swallowed by a middle-level demon emperor monster in front of her.

At this time, Zhou Xiaoyun's long hair was messy, and his clothes were torn. Except for the seven-color heavenly clothes that he was wearing next to his body, they were still intact. Under the torn clothes, large pieces of snow-white skin were exposed, shining brightly.

With a swish, he rushed behind a huge rock and hid in the depression of the rock, Zhou Xiaoyun was relieved a little, and gasped violently.

The monster of the demon emperor in the middle has been following her. For three days and three nights, she has fled for a full 80,000 miles, but she still hasn't completely escaped.

"Huh!? Mist lotus!?"

After panting for a while, Zhou Xiaoyun turned his eyes, but he saw a high-grade emperor-ranked mist lotus appearing three steps behind him.

"Here... how could there be a mist lotus!?"

The sudden surprise didn't make her lose her mind, she looked at Wu Lian's spiritual eyes and quickly cooled down.

You must know that in this ghost abyss, devil energy is the only spiritual source, and it is impossible to grow any natural treasures other than devil spirit treasures.

And this mist lotus in front of me is definitely not a magic treasure!

"Someone!?"

The consciousness spread out, and it was discovered in an instant, a piece of void not far away, with faint void fluctuations overflowing.

"Hahaha, I found out so quickly, interesting, interesting!"

Accompanied by loud laughter, a figure broke through the void and appeared in front of Zhou Xiaoyun. A pair of triangular eyes swept Zhou Xiaoyun's slender body wantonly, not letting go of any piece of exposed snow-white skin.

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