C450 The Clash of Geniuses

And on this day, more and more people came, and almost all the martial artists smelled the scent and rushed to this place.

When Wu Liang saw the person who had arrived, he immediately felt more confident in his heart. Wan Hao looked forward and saw that the person who had arrived was another person from the Seven Star Village - Zhao Yangtian!

"Ying Dong!" Feng Qingyang's eyes were like lightning as he looked at the horizon. A golden light streaked across the sky and Ying Dong landed in the distance.

"Brother, don't fight him today!" Feng Huang hurriedly pulled him back.

"Could it be that Zhao Youtang lost?" Wan Hao was puzzled.

"I'm afraid that they didn't have a true life-or-death battle that night. I understand the strength of my third brother. It's far from what he has shown!" Zhao Ling'er looked into the distance, because she could sense Zhao Youtang's Qi. His divine power was still as vigorous as the raging fire in the divine furnace.

"The people from the Big Dipper Misty Cloud are here too!"

The savage beast in the sky roared. Hundreds of strange beasts rushed over, all of them carrying powerful knights. Their iron clothes flickered, and even the sky was trampled by the savage beast, causing rumbling sounds to ring out.

"The Emperor Clan of Southern Desolate is here! I can sense his aura!" Feng Qingyang's body was shining brilliantly, as if he was cutting off a part of the Divine Rainbow. A bright moon hung high above his head.

In the sky, those several hundred knights rushed over, landing on the distant horizon.

Everyone could feel that just now, a pair of incomparably blazing eyes swept down, as if they could penetrate into one's bones. It was definitely the Jiang family's divine body!

The top experts of the younger generation all had reactions to each other. Once a battle broke out, it would definitely be earth-shattering. They all had the qualifications to walk the path of an emperor.

Silk and bamboo were melodious, and mists drifted about. Petals fluttered about, and a group of white-clothed young ladies appeared in this heaven and earth like celestial fairies.

"I didn't expect that saintess of the Big Dipper's Misty Cloud would also come..." Zhao Ling'er's beautiful eyes were filled with a strange luster.

Feng Huang was surprised and said, "saintess of the Misty North Style has always been aloof from worldly affairs and has virtually never participated in any disputes. This time around, she actually personally came for the nine great treasures of the heaven and earth."

"This is bad. Lord Buddha feels that the situation is not good and does not wish to stay here any longer." Wu Liang wanted to retreat.

"Bald monk, what is the meaning of this?" Zhao Ling'er asked.

Wu Liang ignored Zhao Ling'er and said to Wan Hao, "Let's run away. Buddha did not bring all his men with us. They are all people with backgrounds. We are the second generation of the poor. Even if we get something here, we can only help others. It's all in vain. "

"Little monk, you worry too much. We are allies, how can we harm you?" Zhao Ling'er smiled.

"Forget it. Since the young generation has appeared, those old fellows must have come as well. They are all secretly watching. They will definitely jump out at the critical moment." Wu Liang's expression was very ugly.

"There are only nine tombs left. Monk, are you going to give up just like that?" Feng Qingyang said. "Don't worry. With me here, your life will be safe."

It was almost certain that there was one tomb in the nine tombs that belonged to Liu Chengfeng's ancient family. Wu Liang hesitated.

"Boom!"

It was as if there were thousands of troops galloping. Dozens of ancient war chariots crushed through the sky dome. They rumbled over, making the sky dome tremble.

"Another holy land, all of them young experts!"

"Wu..." The horn sounded, deafening.

The clouds in the sky were scattered, and a huge black disc flew over. It was hundreds of meters long, and it was bright and dazzling.

"This is..."

Wan Hao's eyes froze when he saw the black disc. The person standing on the black disc was too familiar!

The Mountain River Fan in his hand, a striking white robe, long flowing hair, and a handsome face. That person was the young generation of the Taihua Profound Sect, Lau Hefeng!

Due to the fact that a disciple of the Taihua Profound Sect was on a mission in North Desolate, when he heard about the appearance of the Quasi-emperor Tomb, when Yun Bujing received the message, he immediately made a decision. He sent his disciples to fight for the fortune!

However, ever since the incident with Wan Hao, Xiao Nan was injured and was recuperating in the depths of Sect Master Peak. Ling Tianxuan had been stimulated. He would rather be glorious for a period of time than fall into depravity for the rest of his life. He had gone into seclusion to break through to a higher realm, so he had sent his disciples, Lau Hefeng, to lead the group and teleport them to the North Desolate Continent!

Wan Hao never thought that even the Taihua Profound Sect would be attracted to him this time, even though he had already left the sect. The Taihua Profound Sect had helped him a lot, and he had no choice but to withdraw from the sect. It was only to prevent the Taihua Profound Sect from getting into trouble.

Wu Liang naturally recognized Lau Hefeng as well. He sighed and said, "It's a pity that my brother Wan Hao isn't here. If he was, this bastard would definitely have his eyes on these geniuses. However, could it be that all the holy lands will come?"

When Wan Hao heard his words, he was so angry that he almost kicked him. What did he mean by 'I'm a swindler'? You damn bald donkey was a swindler! No wonder the young man was bald!

However, in order to hide his identity, Wan Hao could only say, "Why are they all from the younger generation?"

"I'm afraid that this was planned by all parties. The Quasi-emperor Tomb is no small matter. The fortune inside must be extraordinary, not to mention that there might be nine great treasures of the heaven and earth inside. If I can get one of them, I'll be able to lead the world in the future. And the geniuses of the big sects, holy lands, and sects were all the hope of the future. Obtaining such good fortune was far more wasteful than obtaining it from those old fogeys, not to mention... Let the younger generation have a true showdown to see who was stronger and who was weaker. In the future great world, they also have their own thoughts."

The people in the audience were confused and the spectators could see clearly. Zhao Ling'er's ambition was not among the heaven's pride, so she saw through it very clearly and immediately analyzed it.

" That's right. In my opinion, it's not that these old fellows didn't come, it's just that they didn't show themselves. I'm afraid that the great battle for the nine great treasures of the heaven and earth will start first among the younger generation! "Wu Liang secretly cursed at his bad luck.

"Big brother, is that so?" Feng Huang asked worriedly.

Feng Qingyang's combat intent was high, and the sword energy around his body was surging. A long sword was slowly rising behind him. Shocking everyone, he nodded and said, "Yes, it seems like there will be a winner today. Let's see who will become invincible in the Eight Desolations and attain the Dao and become a Sovereign!"

At the same time, the various experts of the Big Dipper Misty Cloud Sect also erupted with incomparable battle intent. Zuo Tiandu, the son of the Big Dipper Misty Cloud Sect, had finally emerged. He was known as the most mysterious Son in the North Desolate Continent. Today, he had finally appeared in front of everyone. It was said that he had already entered the Profound Sea True Stage a long time ago. He had even created his own martial skill. When the martial skill was formed... It had even attracted Heavenly Tribulation, whether it was strength or talent. He was an extremely terrifying opponent.

On the other side, Zhao Youtang was like the Sun God. He stood on his own side, shining with tens of thousands of rays of light. He looked like a god.

In the distance, Ying Dong let out a long roar. His head of golden hair fluttered about chaotically, and his tall and sturdy body possessed an incomparable demonic nature. Terrifying fluctuations rippled out, and he seemed as if he was the sole sovereign of the heavens and the earth. That was the pressure of an emperor!