Primeval Wasteland, ancient sedan chairs and animal chariots flew across the sky, and the powerful aura that covered the sky and sun filled the air for thousands of miles. Heaven's Chosen of the Hundred Races arrived with them, and the momentum was shocking.
Among the hundreds of tribes, a handful of the disciples of the big tribes stood tall in the beast chariot, with arrogant eyes, dominating one side. In the past hundred years, they had almost no opponents.
Among the many children of the rich families, there are also descendants of the royal family, with extraordinary temperament, the aura of kings has just begun to appear, and they are proud of the world.
Among the kings' guards, the vaguely powerful auras of several people filled the air. Their auras were astonishing, surpassing all the young geniuses. Even among the geniuses of hundreds of tribes, they were still clear and unusual.
The royal bloodline has been the pinnacle bloodline of the Primeval Demonic Realm from ancient times to the present. The most outstanding ones are born with the appearance of an emperor, and their future is limitless.
The royal family is rare, and the royal family is even rarer. However, every royal family is a real behemoth, and no one dares to provoke them easily.
As the time for Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races is approaching, the atmosphere on Primeval Wasteland gradually becomes more solemn. All races are paying special attention to the arrival of Outer Heavens, the future attack of the Hundred Races selection.
In the distance, a figure in plain clothes stepped forward. Ten miles away, he stood quietly, looking at the proud men of heaven in the void. After watching for a long time, there was no trace of Dong Yu and Xia Zhi.
There is not much time left before Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races officially starts, and Ning Chen's worries are getting stronger and stronger. Logically speaking, the two girls should have arrived a long time ago, why haven't they been seen yet.
One day, two days... Day after day, dozens of days and nights passed before you knew it. Everyone on Primeval Wasteland's expressions gradually became serious, and Heaven's Chosen of the Hundred Races's guardians also left one after another to return to their lives.
Contest of Blades is about to start, and everyone begins to close their eyes and rest, adjusting their bodies to the best state.
Primeval Wasteland Ten miles away, a figure in plain clothes stood quietly, blending into the heaven and earth, and his breath was almost imperceptible.
On the last day, the sun set, and in the long dark night, the moon rose and set. In the east, at the moment when the first ray of morning light shone, above the nine heavens, an extremely terrifying aura fell from the sky, and majestic and endless pressure swept across the heavens, shaking the gods and Buddhas.
"This is the Emperor!"
Heaven's Chosen of the Hundred Races saw this, his expression trembled, his eyes looked at Jiutian, full of shock, there was actually an emperor coming.
"Let's get started"
Above the nine heavens, auspicious clouds surged, and a majestic voice that could not distinguish between men and women sounded, spreading throughout Primeval Wasteland. "Respect the decree of the law!"
As soon as the words fell, four figures in ancient clothes walked out of the void, standing at one end of Primeval Wasteland. Their auras were strong, and each of them was in the realm of kings.
The four kings appeared together and ordered the emperor to activate Primeval Wasteland.
The geniuses of the hundreds of tribes looked at the four kings who appeared at Primeval Wasteland, their expressions full of nervousness. They did not know the method of the next competition. This was decided by several peak royal families and royal families, and very few people knew the specific results.
Among the young prodigies, Jin Liner, who was dressed in golden divine clothes, looked at the auspicious clouds in the sky with a strange look in his eyes. Who is this emperor? His aura is really strange.
Primeval Wasteland Four kings descended from all directions and stood in the sky. Their hands continued to form seals, and an extremely powerful aura filled the air. Suddenly, the runes were radiant in the sky above Primeval Wasteland. Strange words appeared in the void, and the entire Primeval Wasteland shook violently.
"What happened?"
In the void, the proud faces of the hundreds of tribes looked shocked, looking at the constantly changing scene around them, with expressions of shock and shock.
Ten miles away, Ning Chen looked at the scene ahead and narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that this time Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races was not just a simple contest.
The next moment, on Primeval Wasteland, Space Law circulated, and the skyline figures of hundreds of races disappeared and were sent into Ancient Battlefield.
Among the crowd, the expressions of several descendants of the royal family were unusually calm, as if they had already known what was going to happen here.
The figures of Heaven's Chosen of the Hundred Races disappeared one by one, leaving only four kings standing in the sky above the ancient plain, forcibly keeping Ancient Battlefield open.
"Young man, won't you go in?"
One of the four kings spoke, looked at Plain-clothed Figure ten miles away, and said calmly.
"What is that place?"
Ning Chen looked at the different space opened in the void and asked.
"Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield."
Above the nine heavens, in the surging auspicious clouds, the majestic voice sounded again, spreading throughout the entire alien space and beyond.
"Primeval Demonic Realm Four Ancient Battlefield, your Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield is one of them. The next task is very simple. With three years as the time limit, the person who brings out the most Immortal Jade from Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield will be the leader of Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races this time."
The shocking voice echoed inside and outside the different space. Among the Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield, Heaven's Chosen of the Hundred Races who were separated one by one looked up at the sky, their faces darkening.
Dimensional Space with the blood moon hanging high in the sky, the entire sky was blood red, the moonlight was falling, and it was biting cold.
In Dimensional Space, there are mountains, rivers, plains, Great River, a vast expanse of pure land, all surrounded by astonishing red. As one of the four Ancient Battlefield in the Primeval Demonic Realm, countless bones and war spirits have been buried since Ancient Era.
At the same time, outside Primeval Wasteland, Ning Chen heard the voice of the Skyrim Emperor, and his expression became more solemn. Three years, this time Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races actually took so long.
So far, Dong Yu and Xia Zhi have not arrived yet. This is what he is most worried about. If he goes in, if something happens to those two girls, he will really let down their mother's trust.
"This entrance will only last until sunset. Young man, if you don't go in, you will fall behind those geniuses from hundreds of tribes."
Among the four kings, the king who had previously spoken to persuade him spoke again and said seriously.
"Wait a little longer."
Ning Chen looked at the scorching sun in the sky, his eyes filled with worry. Where had those two girls gone? Why haven't they come yet?
"What can we wait for?"
At this moment, above the nine heavens, the emperor suddenly took action, and an irresistible force descended, grabbing Plain-clothed Figure in the distance and throwing it directly into Dimensional Space.
Primeval Wasteland In all directions, the four foreign kings looked shocked when they saw this.
"Gou Huang, Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races is voluntary. What you did seems to be a bit against the rules." A king said hurriedly.
"Rules?"
Above the nine heavens, a majestic voice sounded, coldly saying, "Whenever you arrive Emperor Realm, come and discuss the rules with me."
When the king heard this, his expression immediately froze and he did not dare to say any more.
Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield, Ning Chen, who was thrown in by Gou Huang, looked at the empty wilderness around him, with few strange colors flashing in his eyes.
Although this place is very desolate, the strength of the spiritual energy is really amazing, and it is indeed suitable for the generation of Immortal Jade.
Immortal Jade is precious. Above Immortal Ascension Realm, the concentration of spiritual energy in heaven and earth is no longer enough to support cultivators to continue practicing. Only by relying on Immortal Jade can they continue to practice.
However, the production conditions of Immortal Jade are extremely harsh. In ancient times, only the Four Great Immortal Realms in the entire Outer Heavens could produce Immortal Jade.
It seems that Blood Moon Ancient Battlefield played an immeasurable role in why Primeval Demonic Realm was able to compete with Four Great Immortal Realms.