"I ...... It is the Emperor Lingwu. ”

Suddenly, an ancient voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, containing indescribable majesty, as if the majesty of heaven and earth.

Everyone was attracted, even the Taixuan Holy Son, who was chasing Chen Zong, paused.

Compared to killing Chen Zong, what happened now was obviously more important.

As the ancient voice sounded, a phantom shadow appeared in the sky, as if it was a huge face, which looked a little unreal, but it was filled with endless majesty.

Everyone speculated that this might be a means left by Emperor Lingwu, such as the incarnation of ideas.

Back then, the Lingwu Emperor was the strongest person in the Lingwu Saint Realm, and no one could imagine his means.

"Younger generations, I will leave opportunities and inheritance here, and work hard. ”

As the words fell, an arc of light bloomed and stretched in mid-air, turning into a portal.

It was the gateway to the second heaven.

According to the rules, only nine people are allowed to pass through this portal.

The place where everyone is now is the first heaven.

On the first day, ten people are allowed to exist together, on the second day, nine people are allowed to exist together, and on the third day, eight people are allowed to exist together.

And so on, in the tenth heaven, only one person is allowed to exist.

Theoretically, the chances of the first heaven are the most ordinary, and the chances of the tenth heaven are the most precious.

Before entering the Lingwu Holy Land, everyone was informed of this, and therefore, the Tenth Heaven was the first goal of everyone.

Rush!

In an instant, everyone unfolded their bodies, like arrows from the string, rushing into the sky like lightning and thunder, rushing towards the portal to the second heaven.

Of the ten people, only nine are destined to be able to enter the second heaven, and one will remain in the first heaven.

Contend!

Rush Rush!

One by one, they rose to the sky, rushing towards the portal as fast as they could.

Among the ten people, Chen Zong's cultivation is the lowest, but Chen Zong's speed is not the slowest, at least, Chen Zong's speed is better than Gong Tianxing and several others, second only to the Three Great Saint Sons and the Great Wilderness Heavenly Dragon Barbarian Tuotian.

In an instant, the Heavenly Rin Holy Son, the Zhengu Holy Son, and the Dragon Man Tuotian rushed into the portal one after another, entering the second heaven, but the Taixuan Holy Son did not, but stopped under the portal, staring at Chen Zong with his eyes, and a trace of killing intent was fierce to the extreme.

The vertical palm is like a knife, and there is a terrifying extreme power condensed on the edge of the palm, as if the brilliance of the blade is compelling.

Chen Zongzheng rushed towards the portal as fast as he could, and suddenly shivered, and his complexion changed greatly.

I saw that the Taixuan Holy Son's heavy Xuan Force Field unfolded, and in an instant, it fell in the air, as if it was about to defeat Chen Zong, and at the same time, the palm knife slashed straight into the air.

Rumble!

The terrifying sword light slashed down like a groundbreak, mercilessly, and like a bamboo, obviously with the amazing edge of opening mountains and splitting the ground, but it also carried a thunderous terrifying power.

This blow, without mercy.

Heavenly Evil Force Field!

But under the impact of the Heavenly Demon Force Field, Taixuan Saint Son's expression did not change at all, only his face was full of coldness, and in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a touch of ridicule, as if he was laughing at Chen Zong's inadequacy for working in vain.

Because after suffering a loss under the Heavenly Demon Force Field last time, the Taixuan Holy Son returned to the Taixuan Holy Palace and found a secret treasure that could resist external evils.

Chen Zong once again burst out with all his strength to resist, only to feel that the power was difficult to resist, and the whole person seemed to be about to be split, and quickly fell from the sky.

Immediately, the others entered the portal one after another and disappeared, and at the end, Gong Tianxing glanced back at Chen Zong.

"Stay on the first day. Gong Tianxing sneered with a mocking face.

The chances of the first heaven are the worst, and this is the experience of those who have entered through the ages.

Let Chen Zong stay in the first heaven, at most, to get the worst chance, which is very suitable.

In the end, the Taixuan Holy Son looked down condescendingly, his eyes were high, indifferent, looking at Chen Zong like looking at an ant.

Chen Zong raised his head and looked at the Taixuan Holy Son, his eyes were extremely sharp, but he couldn't affect the Taixuan Holy Son in the slightest.

Immediately, I saw that the Taixuan Holy Son turned around, stepped into the portal and disappeared, and the portal also closed.

For a moment, a feeling of emptiness permeated my heart.

When Chen Zong knew that there were ten heavens in the Lingwu Holy Land, and each of them had an opportunity or inheritance, and the higher the opportunity and inheritance, the better.

Chen Zong set his goal on the tenth heaven.

Of course, Chen Zong also knew that the primary goal of everyone must be the opportunity of the tenth heaven, and the competition would be very fierce.

Therefore, the second and third goals are the ninth and eighth heavens, respectively.

If it is not good, it will also enter the seventh heaven.

But he never expected that he was targeted by the Taixuan Holy Son, and he couldn't enter the second heaven, so he could only stay in the first heaven.

A trace of strong unwillingness breeds from the bottom of my heart, and a trace of murder pervades.

Immediately, Chen Zong exhaled heavily.

Now that I can't step into the second heaven, let alone step into the higher heaven, I can only stay in the first heaven, which is a foregone conclusion.

Then, we can only look for the opportunity of the first heaven.

The Lingwu Holy Land was left by the Lingwu Emperor, and no matter how bad the opportunity of the first heaven is, it should be good.

I hope so.

Calming down, Chen Zong looked around, unfolded his body, and quickly flew forward.

I only know that the first day is an organic fate, but I don't know where it is, so I can only look for it.

The Nine Peerless Heavenly Masters stepped into the second heaven, and the portal of the third heaven was also opened, and a new round of competition began.

It is destined that one more person will stay in the second heaven and eight people will step into the third heaven.

With the assistance of the Taixuan Holy Son, Gong Tianxing stepped into the third heaven, then the fourth heaven, went straight to the fifth heaven, and finally stayed in the sixth heaven.

As for the dragon barbarian Heaven, it finally stopped in the seventh heaven.

And after a fierce battle between the Heavenly Rin Holy Son and the Zhengu Holy Son, the Tianrin Holy Son slowed down a line and stayed in the eighth heaven.

The Holy Son of Zhengu stayed in the Ninth Heaven.

Only the Taixuan Holy Son stepped into the tenth heaven alone.

Since then, each has sought opportunities.

The first heaven of the Lingwu Holy Land was very vast, and Chen Zong flew out of most of the sky at the fastest speed, but he still didn't see the end.

You must know that Chen Zong is flying at full speed, the speed is amazing, and he has already flown far, far away for most of the day.

Fly Fly!

Chen Zong suddenly remembered that in the past, he would be told the time limit when he entered any secret realm, but this time he didn't.

Isn't there a time limit?

Or forgot?

Such a big deal, it shouldn't be the latter.

Chen Zong didn't know how far he had flown out, all in all, he still didn't see the edge, only an endless barren wilderness, no mountains, no water, no trees.

Such a barren world, over time, will make people mad.

Chen Zong's mind was extremely tenacious, and his expression remained unchanged, as if the water of the ancient well did not have the slightest ripple, and he flew forward firmly.

I don't know where the opportunity is, I can only move with my heart, and if it feels like this, then go with the feeling.

The same color thousands of times made Chen Zong feel as if he was still and still, this kind of high-speed flight was just an illusion, and suddenly, the tenacious mental will that had been tempered by thousands of times also fluctuated in an instant.

As soon as the thought popped into his mind, Chen Zong stopped to take a closer look, and the more he looked, the more obvious the feeling became.

It seems that he has been doing useless work, thinking that he is constantly flying forward, but in fact, he is just in the same place, but he doesn't know what kind of means to make himself appear this illusion.

Or rather hallucinations.

At the moment when this kind of realization rose, Chen Zong felt a unique fluctuation coming from all directions.

The wave gradually spread and swept in all directions.

Suddenly, wisps of smoke like yellow sand rose up, curling like cooking smoke.

Chen Zong stood in it, standing still, but he had already released the realm of divine thoughts and hearts, shrouding all directions, carefully observing every bit of change.

Gradually, the yellow sand-like smoke became faint, and some outlines could be vaguely seen, but it was not real.

As if in a dream, all the smoke dissipated, and it felt like a picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of you, just like the tranquility of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

It was a lake of water, and when the breeze blew, it shone with a blue sparkle and ripples faintly.

It was a weeping willow, with its long, narrow and soft leaves swaying gently in the wind, like a fairy.

It was a house, standing on an island in the middle of the lake, made of withered yellow grass, standing alone in the wind.

Chen Zong was standing by the lake, with the soft grass at his feet.

Chen Zong stared ahead with a solemn expression, that thatched hut, could it be the place where the so-called chance is?

Yes or no, you'll know when you go.

As soon as his body spread, there was thunder and light, and Chen Zong's whole person suddenly turned into a thunderbolt and flew forward, but he was suddenly suppressed by an invisible force, and fell directly, and the moment his feet touched the lake, the invisible but powerful force disappeared.

Could it be that you can't fly in the air?

Try again and sure enough.

But it doesn't matter, you can't fly in the sky, but you can tread water.

One-step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

Chen Zong found that the small island in the middle of the lake, which seemed to be very close, seemed to become very far away, and there was a feeling of looking at the mountains and running dead horses.

Is it the same as before, an illusion?

But it doesn't seem to be the same, because I can feel real, and I can feel that I am indeed constantly approaching the island in the middle of the lake.

It's just that the distance is a bit far.

Far from being afraid.

Constantly exerted, constantly approached, the belief is incomparably firm, firm to the extreme.

Suddenly, Chen Zong only felt as if he had been teleported, and after taking a step, the small island in the middle of the lake, which was obviously still far away, suddenly appeared in front of him, or rather, he appeared on the edge of the small island in the middle of the lake so unexpectedly.

Thatched huts, close at hand.

For a while, Chen Zong felt a little excited in his heart.

Is the thatched hut really the place where chance is?

After taking a deep breath and calming his mind, Chen Zong took a step, his back straight as a sword, and he stepped out with an indomitable step.

The door of the thatched hut was closed, Chen Zong tried to push it, he thought it would be difficult to push it open, but he didn't expect that just a light push, it was like a door made of dry grass was easily pushed open, as if there was no half weight.

Fortunately, Chen Zong's control of his own power has reached an astonishing height, and he can take it away as soon as he releases it.

Looking around, the grass hut is not big, that is, the normal size of a room, and the layout inside is also very simple, there is nothing on all sides, except for a table in the middle, which seems to be woven and compressed from dry grass.

In front of the withered grass table is a futon made of withered grass, which is very simple and simple, and on the withered grass table, there is a book.

The color of the book was the same as that of the dead grass, and the cover of the book looked rough, as if it had been made by grinding the dead grass, all of which surprised Chen Zong.

Stepping into the grass hut, Chen Zong walked towards the futon.

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