Time passes.

Day 3.

"laugh......"

A carriage descended.

The chariot is pulled by six purebred purple blood demon tigers...

A handsome man walked down from the chariot.

There was a strange rune above the man's head, which seemed to be a word Tao.

"Zi Huan, the third prince of the Purple Blood Demon Tiger Emperor, one of the four major races in the Waste God Alliance, is the purest descendant of the Purple Blood Demon Tiger clan in billions of years. There are rumors that he is the reincarnation of a certain Purple Blood Demon Tiger emperor from the ancient times." Fairy Xiangxue said with fear in her beautiful eyes.

Billions of eyes looked at Zihuan, but they saw that Zihuan was a half-step realm of the Dao.

And Zihuan can barely be considered a younger generation.

The young generation's half-step realm of hearing the Tao.

What a crazy person?!!!

This is simply the most top monster in the entire world. It’s just that it’s not very popular in normal times.

Zihuan took one step forward.

Suddenly, the terrifying qi and blood storm...

Many martial arts practitioners who were closer to the weaker strength vomited blood and retreated.

Zihuan came to the front of the purple stone tablet, glanced at Su Xuan and Zhao Yan with interest, snorted casually, and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

At the same time, two old men from the Purple Blood Demon Tiger clan appeared silently, standing behind Zi Huan, obviously, they were guardians. These two old men were so terrifying that they were actually at the seventh and eighth level of the Wendao Realm!!!

Horrible and terrifying.

Next, the fourth day.

"Zihuan, your demon beast of the Wilderness God Clan is always so easy to use."

A feminine voice rippled.

Then, there is the evil, disgusting and dangerous atmosphere that makes people covered in coldness.

Then, a young man in a black and red robe rode a one-eyed cow covered in blood and fell from the sky.

The young man was carrying a terrifying, cold, blood-colored scimitar behind him.

"The Seventh Palace Master is here too?" Zihuan opened his eyes, glanced at the visitor, and snorted. Obviously, his relationship with the other party was not good, and he could even be called an opponent.

The Seventh Palace Son????

Zihuan called the other party so shocked that many people present were about to stiffen.

Because, I dare to use the title of Palace.

There is only the temple of Huangquan Hall.

Since ancient times, there have been nine halls in Huangquan Hall.

Everyone is amazing and suppresses an era.

However, Huangquan Hall is very low-key, dark, and hidden, and rarely comes out of the world, and the same is true for the Huangquan Hall hall.

Therefore, 99.99% of the martial arts practitioners present had never seen the palacezi. At this moment, they stared at the seven palacezi, awe-inspiring and curious.

"Good...good...so strong..." Zhu Jin murmured to himself, frightened. This Seventh Palace Son, who is only over 40,000 years old, is in the real realm of hearing the Tao?

Although, it is only the first level of the realm of hearing.

horrible.

It's extremely scary.

After the Seventh Palace Zi appeared, he walked to the Creation Martial Arts Temple step by step, and sat cross-legged on the ground not far beside Zihuan.

And he also has a protector.

An old woman appeared after sitting cross-legged in the Seventh Palace. She was an existence at the ninth level of the Wendao Realm.

For a moment.

Guru.

Guru.

Guru.

.............

At the scene, countless shocking sounds of swallowing saliva sounded.

All of them were so scared that they were numb.

On the fifth day, the sixth day, and the seventh day, no terror came.

Day 8.

"Hahaha, it's better to come early than to come coincidentally. I'm very coincidental." It was an old man with a grey robe with a blood-colored wine gourd in his hand, and a mouthful of yellow teeth came out of the void, laughing loudly, and then greedily glanced at the purple stone tablet: "Dao-level fire!!! OK! OK! OK!"

What is terrifying is that the old man on the slope is at the peak of the ninth level of the Wen Dao Realm, and the aura is stronger than the old woman who protects the Taoist in the Seventh Palace.

The old man at this slope is over ten years old.

"Old man Wang, it's not good for you to appear in such an occasion where young people compete for, right?" Zihuan shouted, his eyes gloomy.

"The third prince is joking. Are there any treasures like Taoist fire seeds that are divided into young people and older generations? Haha..." The old man from Pojiao, known as Pojiao Wang Ci, is a casual cultivator. He is very famous in the world. This person loves drinking and is a drunkard. At the same time, he is also a bloodthirsty person. He is cruel in means and likes to kill. He has a very cruel personality. He is crazy. If he provokes him, if he is not beaten to death at one time, it will be endless trouble. Even some top-level planes are unwilling to provoke this person.

"Hmph." Zihuan snorted and stopped saying anything.

The King of Pojiao walked to the center of the Creation Martial Arts Hall, and did not sit cross-legged, but drank on his own.

Day 9.

"The Dao Fire and Fire Seed is from this palace." Today is the day when the Dao Fire and Fire Seed is blooming and unfolding. It is also today that a middle-aged woman came here. The woman was dressed in luxurious clothes and a crown. She was noble and domineering in temperament, and her thick aura was terrifying.

It was actually a half-step realm of the Constant Dao.

After hearing the realm of Tao, there is the realm of Changdao.

The half-step Hengdao realm is considered to be the overlord level in the entire world.

The identity of this middle-aged woman is not simple, she is Song Qiong, the lord of Chen Luotian, the top plane in the world.

The Lord of the Dawn Plane has appeared.

I can only say that the fire seed is too attractive for a moment.

"Song Qiong, have you passed by? You have come to fight for it and you have lost your identity." The Seventh Palace Master scolded with a gloomy face.

"I am not as capable as the Seventh Palace and the Third Prince as the backing of the Seventh Palace and the Third Prince, and I can only ask for endless resources for martial arts. I can only come out to find martial arts resources by myself. Speaking of which, I am pitiful." Song Qiong said with a smile, and his slightly vicissitudes of eyes glanced at the purple stone tablet, full of determination and desire.

"You..." Qidianzi was about to say something else.

But at this moment.

Sudden.

Under the gaze of billions.

Su Xuan, who had been sitting cross-legged there practicing, suddenly opened his eyes.

Stand up.

"Okay, the fire seed is about to be born. You guys, stop talking nonsense, get out!" Su Xuan said lightly.

Very serious.

There is no joking meaning.

then.

In the ultimate silence.

Su Xuan raised his eyes, glanced at the Seventh Palace Zi, Zihuan, Zhao Yan, Song Qiong, Pojiao Wang Zhu and others, and spit out a few more words: "I, Su Xuan, clear the scene!!!"

right.

Clear the market.

The so-called clearing of the market means that except me, Su Xuan, you will get out of no matter who you are.
Chapter completed!