In the sixth year of the Ten Thousand Races Training Ground, Anshan realized the great way and achieved a breakthrough in becoming a saint;
In the first half of the seventh year, Mia realized the path of precision and became a new saint;
In the second half of the seventh year, Shattered Pagoda understood the great path and also broke through into the realm of integration, becoming a new saint.
But then, the pyramid-shaped Dark Blood Underground Palace fell into silence. Not only was there no vision of Xia Yu becoming a saint, but even the huge spiritual cyclone in the sky disappeared.
"Isn't it? Does Xia Yu have to hide in the underground palace until the training ground is over?" Ziwei Shengzi thought of this, with a look of despair on his face.
In the past three years, he had no intention of going out to fight or grabbing points. He just waited for Xia Yu to come out of seclusion so that he could claim the Star Yuan Fruit.
But if Xia Yu couldn't survive, wouldn't his wait have been in vain?
"Holy Son, there is no need to worry. Even if Xia Yu waits until he leaves the training ground, everyone can still meet. You can just ask him for a Star Yuan Fruit when the time comes." His subordinates still spoke to console him.
"You are right." After hearing this, Holy Son Ziwei felt much better.
Although he performed abnormally this time and did not enter the top 1,000 in the overall list, as long as he got the Star Yuan Fruit from Xia Yu, it would not be a loss this time.
"Then just wait." Holy Son Ziwei smiled slightly. He picked up his blood belt and looked at the number of people left.
"There are less than two million contestants left!" Ziwei Shengzi's face was filled with joy.
He has given up now. He doesn't want to do the rankings. He just wants to end it as soon as possible and then ask Xia Yu for the Star Yuan Fruit. So he is eager to end it as soon as possible.
"As long as more than 400,000 more people are eliminated, this fucking training ground can be ended."
In the days that followed, Holy Son Ziwei still sat in front of the pyramid. He would look at the remaining number of people every once in a while.
"Another fifty thousand people were eliminated!"
"Another 40,000 people were eliminated!"
"The number of people is getting smaller and smaller!"
Under the expectation of Holy Son Ziwei, time has entered the eighth year of the training ground. Sitting motionless in the wild for a long time, Holy Son Ziwei, who has always been graceful and elegant, now looks a little haggard.
But he didn't care either.
"It's the eighth year." He sensed it again, "The remaining number is 1.63 million! As long as 130,000 more contestants are eliminated, this training ground will be over!"
Holy Son Ziwei couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
But at this moment, the sky was filled with wind and clouds, and an astonishing amount of spiritual power was gathering crazily.
Some of these spiritual powers turned into colorful clouds of five colors, but others turned into countless shadows. These clouds of completely different colors created a shocking picture in the sky.
I saw the light and shadow of a giant sword standing tall against the sky, and behind the giant sword, there was a huge black hole looming.
And further away, the figure of the human race All Saints could be faintly seen, clasping their fists and saluting in great respect.
"Someone has become a saint!" Holy Son Ziwei almost jumped up, "Is it Xia Yu?"
If there is no mistake, among the four of them, Xia Yu, the other three have become saints, and the last one should be Xia Yu.
But there was no trace of Xia Yu's back in this vision of heaven and earth.
"The Black Hole of the Giant Sword, Halloween Salute. It's probably the Xia Yu who has become a saint!"
Holy Son Ziwei was secretly happy. If Xia Yu could get out of seclusion quickly, it would mean that he would get the Star Yuan Fruit in advance.
"Brother Yan, you said Xia Yu..." Holy Son Ziwei turned around and wanted to say a few words to his men.
But when he turned around, he immediately felt something was wrong.
His hard-core men were sitting cross-legged at this moment, with their eyes closed tightly, and a thick layer of frost appeared on the surface of their bodies.
"Something's wrong!" Holy Son Ziwei was still very vigilant.
His figure immediately retreated quickly, and at the same time he picked up his badge and checked the map.
Only on the map, next to him, the two light spots almost overlapped.
"Who? Are you a human or a ghost?"
"Of course it's a ghost, hahaha." The sinister laughter that seeped into the pores entered the heart and soul of Ziwei Shengzi, "I wanted to sneak attack you, but you are very alert, so let's have a fight! The genius of this phantom ghost clan has a distance
The top 1,000 in the overall rankings are still short of a few points. The remaining ones are all masters. Points are not easy to come by, so just get your points..."
After saying "Bring it on," Yan Yong's body suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body shook, shattering the ice crystals on his body, and he rushed forward at a ghostly speed.
"Phantom ghost tribe? Hidden in the body of my men, you are seeking death!" Holy Son Ziwei was not a weakling. He moved his figure and started fighting with Yan Yong, who was possessed by the ghost.
Just as they were fighting, above the training ground, the anxious Lord of Kelun City suddenly exhaled, "Xia Yu has become a saint!"
"Let me take a look!" Feixian City Master and Taikoo City Master were alarmed at the same time.
Since Xia Yu appeared last time, he has not made any further moves. The names on the list have been falling all the way, and now he has slipped to more than 3,500 places on the total list.
Lord Kelun and the others were anxious, hoping that Xia Yu could rush into the rankings. However, Xia Yu's points did not increase by one point for four years!
The training ground is almost over.
Everyone is already desperate.
Unexpectedly, Xia Yu would break through and enter the Fusion Realm at this time.
"Xia Yu has become a saint, there is still time!" Feixian City Master beamed with joy.
The Lord of the Ancient City also sighed, "Now the hopes of the human race all fall on Xia Yu. Now, it all depends on him!"
At this moment, the overall ranking in the training ground is not very ideal for the human race.
The No. 1 Holy Son of Langya, after reaching 700 in the overall list, it will be very difficult for him to improve!
Roddy, who ranks second, ranks 900 in the overall list, and the gap is even greater!
Although there are two human geniuses who have advanced to the top one thousand, there are none who have entered the top five hundred! Let alone those who have entered the top one hundred!
As for the third dark horse in the rankings, although the Holy Son of the Inferi Sect brings his Inferi Legion, he can only hover behind the 1,500th place on the overall list, and has basically no competitiveness.
The performance of Ziwei Shengzi, the taboo prodigy who had high hopes before, was simply astonishing.
In the first four years, I was still ranked at one or two thousand, but in the last four years, I gave up completely and kept retreating. Now, after ranking five thousand in the overall list, I am a complete waste.
"Whether the human race can achieve anything this time depends entirely on Xia Yu's performance!" Lord Kelun also looked at the abyss below.
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"My benefactor, you have become a saint too!"
Seeing Xia Yu walking out from the depths of the blood pool, Anshan and the other three people surrounded him.
After their breakthrough, they did not stop practicing. All three of them have been promoted to the second level of the Fusion Realm, and their strength and cultivation have been greatly improved.
Xia Yu was even more refreshed and in a good mood. With every step he took, there was a halo of light swaying from the Great Law. This was the sign of a saint.
At this moment, the world in Xia Yu's body, with seven giant swords standing tall against the sky and the earth, day and night, sun and moon alternating, fengshui, clouds and flowers, is gorgeous and colorful. The most powerful thing is that his Daoji has expanded to a radius of 500,000 miles.
This size is already quite vast. How big is it? The total area is basically equivalent to a third-class cultivation planet.
As for the two Star Fruits he threw into the inner world, they have all sprouted and grown, and have now grown into two small trees as tall as one person.
But it’s still early for it to bear fruit.
"You have all become saints too? That's great! All of you have reached the second level of new saints." Xia Yu nodded with satisfaction.
Mia chuckled and said, "After eating our benefactor's Star Fruit, if we don't become saints, wouldn't we be trash? Super trash!"
Shattered Tower also said, "My dear friend, good aptitudes make a difference. Cultivating is easy and fast. If you give me a few more years, I really want to cultivate to the point of being a saint before going out."
"If another hundred thousand people are eliminated, this training ground will be over. How will there be time for you to practice?" Anshan smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Xia Yu nodded and said, "There will be a lot of time for training in the future. But seeing that the training ground is coming to an end, we can't treat it passively! Now that we have this strength, we must give it a try and hit the overall ranking for the sake of the entire human race!
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"Okay!" Anshan and the other three people were so heroic and soaring to the sky.
The residual image of Jiuyou on the side chuckled and said, "Uncle, what about..."
Xia Yu said angrily, "Always calling me uncle makes me old. From now on, you can call me young master!"
"Sir, what about..."
Xia Yu knew what he wanted to say and smiled, "Don't worry. I won't forget about you and will help you find your body before the training ground closes! As for whether you can come back to life, I can't guarantee it.
Already."
"Don't worry, young master, I have my own way!" Jiuyou Remnant smiled and jumped on Xia Yu's shoulder.
Xia Yu looked around and saw that something was going on here. He laughed loudly and said, "Let's go and hit the rankings!"