In this regard, Zhenling has personally mobilized tens of thousands of emperors to go in and save anyone with a breath. If someone is unlucky enough to die, it is no one else's fault.
"Master Zhenling is doing his job, so I can rest assured!" Wu Zuo did not forget to compliment him at the side. This was also because he himself also invited others to enter.
Over the past ten thousand years, not everyone has been preparing secret techniques like Jian Wushuang.
Many people secretly cultivate immortals, then throw them into the trial field, and finally let them choose themselves.
In fact, Jian Wushuang also has a candidate, who is currently in his cave.
It was the little girl he took away from Ji's house.
"By the way, the rules of this trial are very simple. I did the calculations and found that the plundered ones also included the Yanxian sent over, a total of one billion, fighting each other, and in the end, a thousand people were left to compete in the arena and judge the rankings.
The rest is up to you!"
The rules set by True Spirit are also very simple. The last thousand Immortals are ranked for their reference.
There is one point in it that makes everyone feel a little uncomfortable.
That is, they become the chosen ones.
Let those immortals choose their own masters.
This depends on their personal charm and methods.
If the people you put in are among the first thousand, they will naturally worship you as your teacher.
There is no need to be singled out.
"Since you don't have any objections, let's go!"
The true spirit stood up and tore apart the space, leading everyone directly into the cave.
But all they entered were Dharmakayas, otherwise the cave would be shattered.
The entire cave looks like a landscape, which is very suitable for mortals to live in.
"This viewing platform was specially built for you!" Zhenling pointed at a huge square. At this time, hundreds of thousands of powerful people were already seated, and those who came were all Dharmakayas.
In the center of the square, in addition to the huge canopy, there are millions of Immortals.
No need to look, these are the geniuses of those families and sects.
I didn't expect to get so many at once.
In addition, Zhen Ling selected thousands of people and really collected one billion.
However, those who master the ultimate way are not even one ten thousandth.
Even among those geniuses, there are very few.
"Welcome to the Lord God!"
Jian Wushuang and others were sitting in the highest position, and many powerful people below came to compliment them, obviously wanting them to open the back door.
But this time there are huge interests at stake, and no one will be careless and keep a straight face.
It serves as a reminder to them not to fish in troubled waters.
Those powerful men were also very sensible. Seeing that all the gods and palace masters had serious faces, they naturally did not dare to say anything and returned to their positions one after another.
But after he returned, he began to send messages to the younger generations of geniuses.
"Wan Shan, don't live up to the family's expectations. Rush forward to restore the former glory of our Wan family. Don't forget the ancestral precepts, let alone our ancestor Wan Xing!" The head of the Wan family is also a descendant of the original Wan Xing.
Now he is the Lord of the Universe in the Four Tribulations Realm.
After the war ended, Zhenling didn't say anything, but he actually did a lot to the families of some fallen strong men.
There is a lot of inclination in resources, even out of pocket.
In addition to the Wan family, there is also the Ji family.
"Ji Ye, Ji Hao, rush into the top one thousand, you will become the pride of the family!" The ancestor of the Ji family looked at the two top talents among the Ji family's geniuses and expressed his expectations.
At the same time, many super families are preparing their descendants.
Even the ninth God Lord "Gong Ming" also involved the younger members of the family.
"Gong Ping, remember who you are practicing your three-foot sword for!"
This voice reached the ears of an unknown young man carrying a sword in the square. After hearing these words, the young man was shocked.
His three-foot sword was made by his ancestor.
It’s the ninth god of the Qi Temple!
The message just now was from the rumored ancestor.
He, who was originally calm, showed excitement after hearing these encouraging words.
The geniuses below, after hearing the message from their family ancestors or elders, their morale was high!
Jian Wushuang does not have a descendant, so this link is naturally missing.
But in his cave world, it was a different scene.
On top of the mountain.
A white-haired demon was killed with a sword, and his blood spilled on the spot.
The person who drew the sword was a young girl. Her eyes were cold and she was dressed in white clothes.
Behind the girl, there is another person.
He crossed his arms across his chest, holding a long sword, with an arrogant look on his face, but he spoke highly of the girl: "The old devil is a Dayan Immortal, and you can actually kill her with one sword. It seems that Master this time I will take you away."
"Brother, why do you say that? You also killed a Dayan Immortal!" The girl turned her head to look at the man, her face did not change at all, and she still had a cold face.
"Junior sister, why are you always so cold? Master will take us two out of this world soon. Why aren't you happier?"
The arrogant man had an aloof expression towards everyone, but he had a different personality towards this girl.
The girl did not change herself because of this, and still said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you!"
Leaving these words behind, he walked down the mountain.
"Is it because of your good-for-nothing brother?" The arrogant man smiled disdainfully, "Even Master can't help him, so I think you'd better give up. Besides, he doesn't seem to be a blood relative of you. He has been living under the influence of thousands of flowers for so many years. Why are you so persistent? We have all become immortals!"
Whoosh!
The cold divine sword was instantly unsheathed.
The tip of the sword was just a hair away from the arrogant man's neck. The one who drew the sword was naturally the girl. There was anger in her eyes, and she said word by word: "You are not worthy of mentioning him in front of me!"
The words fell and the divine sword returned to its sheath.
The girl left directly.
Arrogant Brain wiped his own neck, snorted coldly, and said in his heart: "It's so stupid to be so concerned about a loser, just wait, I will surpass you after I get out, and then... "
He let out an evil smile.
Everything here was visible to Jian Wushuang.
"It smells a bit like Jiang Shang!"
He smiled bitterly, turned his mind, and came to the wooden house at the foot of the mountain.
The girl just now was the little girl he took away from the Ji family, and is now a Yanxian.
When it comes to having the longest layout, who can surpass him?
The time here has been changed by him. It is only tens of thousands of years in the outside world, but a hundred thousand years have passed here.
About three or four times slower.
Moreover, a master was specially found for her.
Her master is not an outsider either.
"Brother Lu Hua, thank you for your hard work this time!"
In the wooden house, Jian Wushuang and Lu Hua sat facing each other.
The master he was looking for was the original palace lord of Yuanyang Palace and Wu Zuo’s brother in life and death.
"You're welcome, it's just a dharma body. At first I was curious why you asked me to teach it, but it turns out you had a plan for a long time!"
Lu Hua chuckled.
When Jian Wushuang came to him, he thought that Jian Wushuang wanted to use this matter to give him a treasure.