Chapter 80: Three Days and Three Nights of Cruelty

The entrance to the ancient Yuanyang Hall, which was lying eight hundred feet high on the ground, suddenly shone with brilliant silver light. As the silver light shone, figures one after another walked out of it. In this cycle, they finally walked out. Eleven people supporting each other.

The first person was Ye Wuque, followed closely by Mo Qingye, who supported Mo Honglian and Mo Baiou. Sima Ao put his right hand on Lin Yingluo's shoulder and limped along. Smelling the fragrance on Lin Yingluo's body, I felt a little excited.

Nalanyan walked forward alone with her slender hand on her chest and an inexplicable look on her face. She was followed by two other monks from Tianfeng Main City who were lively and dull in appearance. However, their expressions showed how happy they were to survive the disaster; and the last one who walked out was But it was the two remaining monks in Liuyun's main city. Their faces were pale, but their eyes revealed the slightest trace of sadness.

A group of eleven people left Yuanyang Heritage and stopped at the entrance of Yuanyang Palace. They stood quietly and looked at this ancient silver stone palace. Their eyes were full of inexplicability, as if they were recalling the horror of this journey. .

Only the last words Ji Yuanyang said to him flowed in Ye Wuque's heart.

Ye Wuque didn't see it, but the eyes of several of them fell on him, full of heartfelt gratitude and the slightest awe.

"Boom" and "Buzz"

At this moment, a shocking wave suddenly erupted in the distance, immediately attracting everyone's attention!

"That's...another place of inheritance!"

Mo Honglian's voice had a hint of strangeness.

"Yin..."

A boundless humming sound spread from far to near. This sound fell on Ye Wuque's ears and made him stare. He even felt a familiar wave from it!

"This is countless swords trembling in unison..."

Looking from afar, Ye Wuque saw the steep mountain peak seven or eight hundred feet high, suddenly filled with waves of sharp aura, like a sword with a three-foot cold light. Hanging high in the void, exuding endless sword energy.

"Feng Caichen..."

There was an astonishing fighting spirit in his eyes, and the blood in Ye Wuque's heart was stimulated by the boundless sword chant at this moment, and it slowly began to boil!

And the familiar wave he felt just now came from Feng Caichen.

"Brother Wu Que, what's wrong with you?"

The daughter's voice sounded with a trace of concern. It was obvious that Mo Honglian noticed the fighting spirit in Ye Wuque's eyes and asked.

Lin Yingluo, who was holding Sima Ao's arm, also cast a hint of doubt.

"Haha, it's nothing, I just remembered a powerful opponent."

Ye Wuque smiled softly and replied, but although the fighting spirit in his eyes temporarily receded, the heat in his heart surged and burned like a blazing fire.

"Have you really become stronger? Feng Caichen, I really look forward to the battle between you and me..."

The words with fighting spirit and edge sounded in Ye Wuque's heart.

Outside the Hundred Yuan Realm, there is the void above the white jade stone platform.

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Wei Xiong, the second city lord who stood with his hands behind his back, waved his right hand, and the huge light curtain covering the entrances of Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak disappeared into the sky.

"The three days and nights of the first phase of the Hundred Cities War have ended. City Lords, please follow me into the Hundred Yuan Realm to determine the candidates for the second phase."

The majestic and powerful voice resounded in all directions, Wei Xiong waved his right hand towards the sky again, and suddenly a huge light door appeared, followed by a vast and ethereal meaning.

"Buzz"

The power of space swept across the world, and white light shone above the light gate. Wei Xiong took the lead and turned into a stream of light and was the first to enter, followed closely by a hundred figures shining with different lights through the air. Above, it is the one hundred city lords of the one hundred major cities.

And those losers who were eliminated from the Hundred Yuan Realm were also brought into the Hundred Yuan Realm by the city lords of their respective main cities, but no one noticed that among the one hundred city lords, there was an old man with white hair and a gloomy face. His expression at this time was extremely ugly.

"Buzzing..."

Just as Ye Wuque and the eleven were looking at another place of inheritance, a vast and unrivaled wave of light suddenly shone on the horizon, and then a huge light door appeared!

The boundless momentum poured out, almost sweeping across the entire Hundred Yuan Realm. This coercion made all the monsters in the Hundred Yuan Realm tremble at this moment, crawling low, and no longer looked as ferocious and wild as usual. .

"The three days and three nights limited to the first phase of the Hundred Cities War have come to an end. Congratulations to the little ones who are left behind..."

The majestic and majestic voice echoed throughout the Hundred Yuan Realm, and a figure slowly walked out of the huge light door. The fluctuations around him were vast and unparalleled. It was the Second City Lord Wei Xiong.

Feeling the power of this void and ethereal space again, Ye Wuque and the other eleven people, who looked up at the sky, were also slightly excited at this moment.

Wei Xiong appeared, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes as sharp as a needle, his face expressionless, only his tone full of appreciation.

Looking at Wei Xiong standing on the horizon, a glimmer of light flashed in Ye Wuque's eyes. After passing through the Yuanyang inheritance, Ye Wuque understood that Wei Xiong, the second city lord, must also be a master of the Lichen Realm who can transform Soul Moon into Soul Yang. And his cultivation is no longer as powerful as that of Ji Yuanyang in his heyday!

"Buzz"

Wei Xiong did not make any movement, and suddenly an overwhelming force spread in the void. This force spread across the void, sweeping straight to the steep mountain in the distance, and then turned back in an instant, wrapping dozens of young cultivators with strong cultivation, who were the other group of people who chose to enter the Tianbai inheritance.

At the same time, Ye Wuque and the other eleven people suddenly found that they could not control their bodies. They were lifted up by an unpredictable force, and under the control of this force, they flew towards Wei Xiong on the horizon, and finally stood together with dozens of other young cultivators who walked out of Tianbai Peak.

This was the second time that Ye Wuque felt the wonderful feeling of flying in the void. The last time was when Qi Shilong took them to the white jade platform to hurry on their way. This feeling of standing in the void gave Ye Wuque an infinite yearning in his heart.

"One day, I will stand proudly above this sky and beside the clouds with my own strength."

The heat in his eyes flashed away, and Ye Wuque once again had an infinite desire for a higher level of cultivation and realm.

This scene not only happened to Ye Wuque, but also to the remaining young geniuses.

Nodding slightly, Wei Xiong's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's soul felt an unparalleled sharp breath coming towards him, and then a magnificent and domineering breath rose from his body, and his eyes followed the unparalleled sharp breath.

The next moment, the bright and magnificent eyes met a pair of clear eyes full of endless sharpness!

At this glance, Ye Wuque instantly felt the blood in his heart begin to boil, and the fighting spirit in his eyes burned sharply!

"It's you... Feng Caichen!"

The one who cast his eyes on Ye Wuque was Feng Caichen, the swordsman who chose to enter Tianbai Peak.

At the same time, Feng Caichen, who was standing in the first row among dozens of people in the distance, was in high spirits, his mouth suddenly moved, and he said a few words silently.

"Very good, Ye Wuque, you really didn't let me down."

For a moment, two blazing eyes seemed to collide in the void, each emitting dazzling brilliance!

"Buzz"

Wei Xiong's eyes swept through the young faces of dozens of feet in front of him one by one, lingering on Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen for a moment, and then his majestic voice resounded again in this Hundred Yuan Realm.

"Take out your Hundred Cities Jade Seals."

As soon as these words fell, dozens of young cultivators immediately took out their own Hundred Cities Jade Seals, and a dazzling light suddenly shone in this void. Among them, there were light purple and dark purple, but without exception, all were purple.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"

Ye Wuque, who was holding his own Hundred Cities Jade Seal, suddenly felt his hand empty, and the Hundred Cities Jade Seal soared into the air and shot towards where Wei Xiong was standing.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of Hundred Cities Jade Seals shining with purple halos gathered in front of Wei Xiong. After a slight sense, he waved his hand. Under Wei Xiong's control, the Hundred Cities Jade Seals shot out of the void again and returned to everyone's hands without any deviation.

Holding the Hundred Cities Jade Seals emitting purple halos again, these dozens of young monks who have reached the requirements of the first stage of the Hundred Cities War were full of momentum, and their powerful aura kept pouring out.

It seemed that after three days and three nights of cruel training and fighting in the Hundred Yuan Realm, those who could laugh at the end seemed to have been reborn, and their arrogance and immaturity were worn away.

Three hundred young geniuses entered the Hundred Yuan Realm together. After three days and three nights of fighting and competition, only the last few dozen were left. Such an elimination rate should not be underestimated and is extremely cruel.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The sound of clothes breaking through the air continued to come out from the huge light gate, and hundreds of figures kept walking out of the light gate. They were the 100 city lords of the 100 main cities and the geniuses who were eliminated from the 100 Yuan Realm on behalf of their respective main cities.

With the appearance of the 100 city lords, the pressure on the entire void could not help but pour out, as if the entire 100 Yuan Realm was about to collapse, but then disappeared without a trace.

"Congratulations, you have successfully reached the first stage of the 100 City War. I once said that in my eyes, you are all just garbage, just a group of complacent little shrimps, ignorant of the height of the world, and immature. Now, I take back this sentence, you have proved to me with practical actions that you are not garbage, and they, those who were eliminated from the 100 Yuan Realm by you, are garbage."

Gently raising his hand and pointing behind him, Wei Xiong's majestic voice echoed again.

As Wei Xiong said this, dozens of young monks who successfully passed the test holding flashing purple halos finally smiled.

The praise from Wei Xiong finally made them let out the breath they had been holding in their hearts. Just as Wei Xiong said, in this Hundred Yuan Realm, they proved with their actual actions that they were the ones who laughed last. They were not trash before, and they will not be trash now, and they will not be trash in the future.

Wei Xiong's ruthless words fell on the ears of the nearly two hundred eliminated monks who were brought back to the Hundred Yuan Realm by the city lords of their respective main cities, making them pale, without a trace of blood. All kinds of unwillingness, helplessness, and despair flashed in their eyes. The high-spirited and vigorous spirit they once had seemed to be gone forever, forming a sharp contrast with the dozens of vigorous passers-by on the opposite side.

One side is like a dark star, and the other side is like the scorching sun!

Such a naked comparison, the loud but merciless ridicule, simply made those losers want to scream to the sky, feel ashamed and angry, and even worse, their eyes were dull and they were lost.

The expressionless Ye Wuque stood at the head of the eleven people, listening to Wei Xiong's unabashed appreciation and ridicule, but his mood did not change at all.

Ten years of silence made Ye Wuque understand that if you fall behind, you will be beaten. This is an eternal truth. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself and feeling depressed, it is better to hide today's failure in your heart, work hard, never give up, and start all over again. ! Perhaps one day in the future, those geniuses who once stepped on your head will be stepped on again by you.

The journey of training is so cruel. If your skills are not as good as others, you will be humiliated by others.

No one saw that among the more than 200 monks who failed, there were still dozens of pairs of eyes with unyielding light and sparks of perseverance. They were not devastated or dying of shame and anger, but opened their eyes wide and looked at the other side. Those dozens of faces were deeply remembered in my heart and became the goal of future efforts.

Yes, I am not as good as you now, but this does not mean that I will still be inferior to you in the future. Today's defeat will be remembered in my heart. I will see you again and teach you again!

The journey of training is also very long. No one knows that one day in the future, among these young monks who have been defeated by others, there will also be several earth-shaking heroes!

Wei Xiong didn't seem to care how much of a shadow his words would cast on the more than two hundred failed young monks behind him. It might make some of them never make any progress in this life, and then lose their aura of genius and become mediocre. It no longer has its former glory.

Perhaps, this is also the result that Wei Xiong wants. The waves wash away the sand and the steel is tempered a hundred times. If those guys who are not firm in mind and will can't even overcome the blow in front of them and cheer up again, then they will not be able to become truly strong throughout their lives. , for such a weakling, what is the use of the hundreds of major cities in the Eastern Land coming?

"However, although you are no longer trash..."

Wei Xiong, who had sharp eyes, spoke slowly, his eyes scanning the faces of every young man holding the Jade Seal of the Hundred Cities, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Following Wei Xiong's words, the hearts of dozens of young monks became tense again!

"Although you are no longer trash, you are still far from a real genius. But don't worry, I will still give you another chance to prove yourself. This is the second and final stage of the Hundred Cities War. Whether you can become a true genius and shine your own light depends on whether you can seize the next chance."

When these words reached the ears of dozens of young monks, it was as if a volcano was about to erupt in their hearts. Their awe-inspiring fighting spirit and boiling blood instantly ignited!

"Is the final battle of the Hundred Cities War finally coming..."

Ye Wuque, with eyes as bright as lightning, murmured to himself, stroking his storage ring with his fingers. Ye Wuque told himself in his heart that no matter how cruel the final battle was, he would definitely win. Only in this way, he might have a chance to meet the mysterious city lord of the first main city, and then he could ask the city lord about the Blood Dragon Jade and information about Uncle Fu.

Therefore, he cannot lose, he can only win all the way to the end!

"Before the final battle, put away your Hundred Cities Jade Seal. You have three days to recover from your injuries and adjust your condition. After three days, I hope you will be in peak condition to face the final battle."

As these words fell, several figures descended from the sky behind Wei Xiong, each entering Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak. Because in these two inheritance places, there are still many monks who have lost the ability to move due to excessive injuries. Although some of them have upgraded their own Hundred Cities Jade Seal to purple, they have not been able to do it in three days and three nights. At the last moment of time, he came to Wei Xiong in time, but he could only fail with great regret.

Among the two figures who entered the Yuanyang Palace, one was an old man with white hair and a gloomy face. This man was none other than the city lord of the Purple Fire Main City, Zhou Lieyang.

"Buzz"

Just when Wei Xiong was about to take all the young geniuses across the space gate to the place where they could heal and rest, an angry old voice suddenly sounded from Yuanyang Hall!

"I am reporting to the second city lord, Ye Wuque, the main city of Longguang who inherited the inheritance of Yuanyang. This son has committed a heinous crime. His methods in Yuanyang Palace are ruthless and cruel. He must not be easily forgiven!"

The old voice echoed in all directions and reached everyone's ears in an instant. Wei Xiong's figure also paused slightly at this moment.

Ye Wuque, who heard these words clearly in his ears, narrowed his eyes, and immediately the cold light became bright!

Because he saw the old man with white hair who had just entered the Yuanyang Hall and rushed out very quickly with a person in his arms. The person's eyes were lifeless and his face was empty and desperate. He only seemed to be repeating a name in his mouth. It's Zhou Huo.

Another old man following Zhou Lieyang had an equally gloomy face. Within the Yuanli aperture in front of him lay nearly twenty young monks who had passed out. All of these young monks who had passed out were covered in blood, and their faces were covered in blood. Twisted in extreme pain, Shen Yushu and the red-haired young man were among them!

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