Chapter 3273 A Quota

"After finding Vera's body in the ghost world, maybe we can unlock all the secrets of King Yin Wu." Yang Qingxuan thought to himself, "And that mysterious secret... It seems that since ancient times, these two people have transcended the three realms and watched silently. It controls everything in the universe here..."

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In Qin Guang City, there is an independent space, vast and vast.

A huge palace stands in it, as if gushing out of the ground, or directly embedded in the void, towering and strange, two huge ghost statues with hideous faces stand on the left and right in front of the palace.

According to legend, the images of these two ghosts are the first two congenital ghosts of Qin Guangcheng.

A faint will-o'-the-wisp suddenly gushes out from a distance, burns across the sky, turns into a huge ray of light, shoots directly into the palace, and lands on a platform.

All the flames subsided and turned into a thin ghost. It glanced around, looked at the person in front of it, and said in a hey voice: "I thought I was the first to arrive. I can't think of anyone who is more active than me."

The man crossed his arms and looked at the front coldly. He didn't bother to look at this person, and said lightly: "Master Zhang Guxi is finally leaving the customs, so naturally he should be more active. After all, Master Chang Guxi is the number one ruler in Qin Guangcheng. Secretary, do some people think they are number one?"

The thin ghost said angrily: "Gong Wujun, what do you mean by that? You want to spread rumors and slander me in front of Mr. Zhang Guxi?"

The man sneered contemptuously and stopped talking.

Not long after, two more beams of light came and landed on the platform one after another. A man named Anbe Tatsu, a woman named Jiang Chuanlan, and the previous thin man named Kitajima Masaki, plus Gong Wujun is Qin Guangcheng's current four ruling ministers, all present.

The four of them had a tacit understanding and didn't make a sound. After waiting for a while, they each walked forward. Pass through a very long corridor and come to a secret room.

The secret room is empty, only a few stone pillars, dark and oppressive, casting long shadows on the ground.

Suddenly, a green radiance lit up in front of the secret room, and then it became bigger and turned into a circular formation. A throne slowly rose from the formation, spinning continuously. After turning it three times, a ghostly figure appeared on it, with a strange face and a calm expression, leaning on the seat with his chin propped on his right hand, as if he was thinking about something.

The four of them rushed forward, clasped their fists and bowed down at the same time, saying in unison: "I have seen Mr. Zhang Guxi."

Although they are all in charge of Qin Guangcheng, they respect Chang Guxi.

Chang Guxi's eyes just came back from deep contemplation, looked at the four of them lightly, and said: "Thirty thousand years have passed so quickly, just a snap of the fingers, did any major events happen in Qin Guangcheng?"

An Buda is the second ruling minister, and the four people headed by him reported: "Everything is fine, but the holy city of ghost fire was completely wiped out a few years ago, and the ugly sky fell, and now it has also been rebuilt, and various forces have settled in it inside, forming a hegemony situation.”

Chang Guxi let out an "oh", seemingly not very interested, and said: "These sects come and go, and these ghost cultivators live and die, it's nothing more than normal. Let the four of you come here this time. I want to talk about a big event. Thirty thousand years have passed, and the wounds on my body have not healed yet, but the next little God Tribulation is about to appear."

"What?!" The four of them were all taken aback, Gong Wujun said: "Isn't the Little God Calamity appearing once in 16.8 million years?"

Chang Gu said joyfully: "16.8 million years is the cycle of robbing waves of the Dao, but since ancient times, many powerful people have used various magical means against the sky to stimulate robbing waves from the Dao, and there are not a few of them. .Recently, I have been meditating and cultivating, and I have a feeling for the Dao, and it seems that the next catastrophe is just around the corner.”

Masaki Kitajima said: "Then do you still want to participate?"

Chang Guxi shook his head and said: "The injury from 30,000 years ago is still not healed, and I have no ability to participate in the next one. You can prepare well, but I only have one place in my hand..." He glanced at the four people, Said: "It really makes it difficult for me."

All four of them looked serious, showing longing eyes.

They have already surpassed the peak of the nine-star thousand world, and are stuck in the ten-star opposite realm. Even if they practice for another million years, ten million years, or even one hundred million years, they may not be able to improve.

And as long as their cultivation stagnates, what awaits them will be the five declines of heaven and man.

At this level, no one is willing to return to the dust, and they all hope to hit the supreme supreme fruit status, even if there is only a glimmer of hope.

Bei Dao Masaki said: "To participate in the Little God Tribulation, in my opinion, at least ten stars and a thousand worlds are required. Gong Wujun is only the pinnacle of nine stars and a thousand worlds, so he can be excluded. Just consider the three of us. Can."

Gong Wujun's face changed drastically, and he shouted: "Beidao Masaki, open your dog eyes!"

Under the roar, the breath of the whole body burst out, directly passed through the peak of the nine-star thousand world, and stepped into the ten-star realm in an instant.

Kitajima Masaki changed his face slightly, and the other two also narrowed their pupils, looking a little serious, not knowing what they were thinking.

Masaki Bei Dao said in a hey voice, "I never thought you would step into the Ten Stars. Congratulations."

As soon as Gong Wujun flicked his sleeves, he withdrew the breath of his whole body, with a cold and murderous expression on his face.

Chang Guxi said: "Wujun is indeed very talented. If he can step into the ten stars, he will definitely be able to go up to the next level in the future. I guess there are still two or three years before the opening of the Little God Tribulation. During this time, I will think about it. Who will be given the quota to you. I hope that you will work hard and don't slack off in your cultivation."

The four said in unison: "Yes." They all bowed respectfully.

Haseki's figure disappeared into the secret room together with the throne and the array of lights, as if he had never appeared before.

The four stood up slowly without speaking, and the atmosphere in the secret room gradually became a little depressed.

Masaki Bei Dao suddenly smiled and said: "Haha, everyone, relax, the little God Tribulation is just a chance, and it is extremely slim to get this chance to step into the Eternal Supreme."

Jiang Chuanlan said: "Even if it is slim, there is hope after all, but if you continue to practice like this, there is no hope at all. If Mr. Bei Dao Masaki thinks the chance is slim, then give up on your own initiative."

"Ahem." Kitajima Masaki coughed awkwardly, and said, "I just analyzed that the chances are slim. It doesn't mean I won't participate. In fact, I care about this quota."

The other three showed disdainful eyes, snorted softly, and then left separately.

Masaki Kitajima shouted: "Don't go, why don't we discuss it carefully, who do you think Master Haseki will give this place to?"

The three of them had already turned into light and disappeared, and no one paid any attention to him.

Kitajima Masaki snorted coldly, his cynical expression disappeared, and he became gloomy and cold, staring at the direction in which the three disappeared, and disappeared without a trace.