Starting as a Sin Clan, Fortunately I Have a Ten Thousand Times Amplification System

Transmigrated to another world, becoming a sin clan suppressed by the Heavenly Dao.

My enemies include the Ye Clan, Xiao Clan, Chu Clan, Shi Clan, Lin Clan, Wang Clan, and so on.

Damn, ...

Chapter 192 Just walk in? Only ten zhang away!

I am invincible!

They do whatever they want!

Those seven short words gave Cang Jingyun a feeling of suffocation.

Is this a blatant insult?

Extremely arrogant!

But Cang Jingyun couldn't refute it!

Tang Xuan's face was filled with unwavering confidence, as if it were the absolute truth.

Whether it's the gentle breeze and bright moon of the Cloud Road Heavenly Palace, the genius disciples of the six Heavenly Clans, or the demonic genius Yin Shi.

In his eyes, they were no longer on the same level.

Tang Xuan was like a lion.

Watching a group of kittens fight.

No matter how strong a kitten is, can it be stronger than a lion?

Obviously impossible!

Cang Jingyun gave a thumbs up.

"Fine! You're stronger, you're right!"

If it were anyone else, Cang Jingyun would have already started criticizing.

But Tang Xuan couldn't refute it.

"The Jade Pool Festival is tonight, let's go together!"

Tang Xuan nodded.

...

Night fell.

The entire city was bathed in light.

Instead of resting, all the martial artists became excited.

Because there is a grand celebration at Yaochi tonight.

Strangely, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi did not send out invitations.

At the same time, it was announced that any martial artist could participate.

These words caused an uproar among all the martial artists.

Many people know that they are not qualified to obtain Soul Martial Skills.

However, it allows one to see the faces of the two peerless beauties, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi and Princess Canyang, up close.

Isn't that enough?

Therefore, even before the Canyang Tower opened, countless martial artists had already flocked there.

"Quick...first come, first served! Let's get a close look at the beauty!"

"Once I get a spot, I'll sell it for 100,000 spirit crystals. I think someone will buy it!"

"Charge!"

With bloodshot eyes, the numerous martial artists charged toward the Sunset Tower.

However, the moment they stepped into the area within ten zhang of the Sunset Tower.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of explosions continued to be heard.

Those martial artists who rushed forward were sent flying backward with screams of agony.

The martial artists behind were caught off guard and a large number of them were knocked over.

"Oh dear, what's going on?"

"Someone attacked us?"

"No, it wasn't a sneak attack, it was... a formation!"

The martial artists, bruised and battered from the fall, got up.

Upon closer inspection, the entire Sunset Tower was enveloped in mysterious array-like starlight.

At this moment, the building doors opened wide, and two rows of beautiful maids filed out.

In their hands, they each held a piece of blue crystal.

Numbers are engraved on the crystal.

A martial artist shouted.

"Holy Maiden of Yaochi, Princess Canyang, what do you mean by this? Don't you want us to go in?"

The other martial artists chimed in.

"That's right, with the magic array activated, it's clearly preventing people from getting in!"

"They said anyone could come in! Was it all a lie?"

"Heh, is this how the Holy Maiden of Yaochi treats people?"

The shouts grew increasingly louder.

However, the entire Canyang Tower was quiet, and no one spoke.

After shouting for a while, the noisy martial artists stopped.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

What does this mean?

At this moment, a warrior carrying a long sword stepped out.

His expression was cold as he silently observed the formation before him.

"Hmph, you bunch of idiots, do you really think you can easily enter the Sunset Tower?"

"The Holy Maiden of Yaochi and Princess Canyang are both divine beings; how could you vulgar fellows dare to defile them with your eyes!"

"The formation is meant to discourage you from taking action!"

Someone recognized the swordsman.

A genius disciple from the Zixia Sect, the Zixia Swordsman.

The Purple Cloud Swordsman first bowed deeply to the Sunset Tower.

"I am Zixia Swordsman of the Zixia Sect, and I will enter the formation to give it a try!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a gentle, soothing female voice echoed from the Sunset Pavilion.

"You're too kind, young master. Please come in!"

The Purple Cloud Swordsman nodded and then stepped forward.

The moment he entered the formation, his body suddenly sank.

The Purple Cloud Swordsman let out a deep shout, and his whole body was enveloped in purple cloud energy.

The Zixia Sect's martial arts technique is also called the Zixia Divine Skill. It was created by the Zixia Ancestor based on his observation of the changes in the sea of ​​clouds. Its power is like the waves of purple clouds, with endless variations.

After regaining his footing, the Purple Cloud Swordsman strode forward.

His movements were slow, and it looked as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

The moment it landed, it produced a booming sound.

The surrounding martial artists couldn't help but gasp.

"Something's not right, the pressure in this formation seems terrifying!"

"It's more than terrifying. The Purple Cloud Swordsman is a martial artist at the Vitality Realm, and he has also cultivated the Purple Cloud Divine Skill to perfection, making him comparable to a Xiantian expert at the Unity Realm. Even he is struggling like this, let alone outsiders!"

"I estimate that the pressure in this formation is at least thirty times greater than normal!"

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, the Purple Cloud Swordsman walked steadily, step by step.

In a short while, they had already entered a range of five zhang.

He's sweating!

Someone said in a deep voice.

Everyone quickly looked closely and saw that the Purple Cloud Swordsman's forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

Martial artists feed on spiritual energy and are already immune to heat and cold, so how could they possibly sweat?

Not to mention top-tier martial arts geniuses like the Purple Cloud Swordsman.

Unless it is!

The pressure had exceeded his limit.

Soon, the Purple Cloud Swordsman had walked eight zhang (approximately 33 meters) away.

They were only two zhang away from the entrance of the Canyang Tower.

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