Eight huge pillars of light still appeared high in the sky, as if guiding everyone forward.
Countless masters gathered like locusts.
"It's finally here."
And among the crowd, a young man landed on the empty earth without showing any visible mountains or leaking water.
The center of this earth is the eight pillars of light, each with a throne.
That's right, there are eight thrones in total.
It means there are eight people in total who can sit on it.
On the throne, there is an endless void, and there is a huge palace vaguely visible.
"Can this be the Tianlong Martial Temple!"
Mu Yi looked up and saw the hidden palace connected by the eight thrones.
"Yes, this is the Tianlong Martial Temple. If you want to enter it, you need to sit on these eight thrones and you will be teleported in at that time."
Xianyue immediately said, "It's easy to sit on it, but can you sit steadily and for a long time?"
"But why are there so many strong people here but they don't sit on it?"
Mu Yi looked around. Nearly a hundred people had arrived here. Everyone stared at the eight thrones in front of him with fiery eyes, but no one sat on it first, as if they were waiting for something?
"It's very simple, you can take a closer look at these eight thrones."
The fairy moon did not directly point it out, but let Mu Yi discover it independently.
Mu Yi immediately observed carefully and immediately felt that there was a powerful layer of protective energy on the throne among the eight light columns, like a diaphragm, which seemed to prevent everyone from sitting on it.
"Why is this? The eight thrones have powerful power to isolate the outside world."
Mu Yi was very puzzled.
"So time is less than time, and you still need to wait for about an hour. When the isolation power of the eight thrones disappears, it is time for everyone here to compete for the throne."
Xianyue smiled slightly: "You can adjust your state now and accumulate strength. The last battle you come to the ruins of the Tianlong Temple will begin in an hour."
"I just hope that after one hour, there will be no strong people in the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm."
What Mu Yi is most worried about now is that there will be a strong man in the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm here, because he has never fought opponents of this level, and from the current estimates and judgment, he should not be a master in the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm.
opponent.
Therefore, as long as this state does not exist, Mu Yi will naturally rest assured.
"Don't always focus on the cultivators at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm. In fact, with your current strength, facing those powerful seventh level of the Heavenly Realm strong men with outstanding strength is enough to pose a great threat to you. Don't forget,
You are the target of everyone's pursuit now. Once your identity is exposed, you will definitely not face one person, but many people."
Xianyue reminded again.
So far, hundreds of people here are staring at the eight pillars of light in front of them, above the eight thrones inside.
So after Mu Yi arrived here, he was like a rock sinking into the sea without even a splash of water.
No one paid attention to Mu Yi at all, and no one even looked at him.
That's why Mu Yi's identity has not been exposed for the time being.
"There is still one hour, so wait."
Mu Yi went from being a young man from the Taoist world to Dongsheng Shenzhou step by step. When he got here, he experienced countless storms.
Although he is only in his early twenties, his mood has long been as deep as the sea. No matter how dangerous the environment he is facing, he can still hang a mirror high, watch the fire from the other side of the river, and always see through all the details.
At this time, Mu Yi was away from the crowd, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, wandering outside the sky.
He is waiting for the final battle to come.
And there were people coming around him, and they were talking about it, many of them were talking about Mu Yi's name.
However, most people here have only heard of Mu Yi's Mu Yi, but they do not know Mu Yi.
They had no idea that the man they were searching for was right next to them.
No one would have thought that Mu Yi, who was crazily chasing the entire Tianlong Temple ruins, would dare to come to the crowd so calmly, and sit cross-legged quietly, close his eyes, and keep his ears away.
Telling about things outside the window.
No one could have thought Mu Yi would be so bold!
Because of this, Mu Yi was by their side, but they were all ignored by these people.
For monks, one hour is just a time when they open their eyes and close them.
"Time is up."
When Mu Yi opened his eyes again, the people in front of him were no longer more than one hundred people than before, but more than two hundred people.
Now, all the masters from the eight major counties of the Tianlong Dynasty should have arrived.
"Look at it! The eight light columns and the light shield energy above the eight thrones disappeared!"
At this moment, the sound of mountains and thunders was heard from the crowd.
Obviously, like Mu Yi, they are also waiting for the disappearance of the power to protect the periphery of the eight thrones.
In this way, everyone can seize eight thrones.
roar!
At this moment, a huge thunderbird suddenly appeared in the sky.
There were three people standing above.
"Zhong Hongpeng, Chang Baiyun, and Xue Jingchen are finally here."
After Mu Yi came here, he had never seen these three people.
Under normal circumstances, the three of them should have arrived here long ago.
Perhaps the three of them had already expected that it was the time to compete for eight thrones, so they came slowly, or maybe something happened in the middle of the journey? The three of them were delayed.
But no matter what? The three of them came at the right time.
"Sorry, I, Zhong Hongpeng, have three of the eight thrones. I guess everyone has no objection, right?"
As the guardian energy photocoats of the eight thrones completely disappeared.
This means that everyone will have the opportunity to sit on the throne next.
But it is definitely not an easy task to sit on it and sit firmly.
But it is not easy for others.
But for Zhong Hongpeng, it is easy.
Currently, the two hundred people in the field are the strongest, and the only one with the strongest cultivation is the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm.
Although Zhong Hongpeng's strength is only at the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm, he is known as the invincible level of the same level.
Therefore, he does not take any cultivator at the seventh level of the heavenly realm seriously.
And this is just his cultivation level.
His other identity, the eldest prince of the Tianlong Dynasty, is also enough to bring great deterrence to everyone present.
After all, this place is the Tianlong Dynasty.
Not to mention the many strong people here, they are just the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm.
Even if it is an existence at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm, it may need to give Zhong Hongpeng some face.
So when Zhong Hongpeng appeared, it was like a king coming, and he directly announced that he would win three of the eight thrones, with no room for negotiation in his tone.
These three thrones were naturally occupied by him and his subordinates, Chang Baiyun and Xue Jingchen.
"Haha, it turns out that the great prince is coming, and three thrones are naturally occupied by you three. This is called the virtue of being here."
When everyone saw Zhong Hongpeng, Chang Baiyun and Xue Jingchen appear, they knew that there must be three positions, which belong to them.
Everyone was intimidated by Zhong Hongpeng's strength.
He was also intimidated by his identity as the eldest prince.