The genius paused for a second.

As far as the eye can see, it is a statue of a tall and even majestic young man!

Each statue is condensed with the spirit and true spirit left by the peerless genius who has passed the Hundred Refining True Dragon Trial, so each one is lifelike, and the demeanor, temperament, and appearance of each of them are preserved almost exactly.

This young man statue named by Ba Lao has thick purple hair, and his appearance is like a knife, handsome, handsome and upright, enough to be called a handsome man picked out of a million!

But his momentum is enough to make people easily ignore his appearance!

This statue clearly stands still in the same place, but from a distance, Ye Wuque seems to see a peerless god who has walked step by step from the distant ancient times!

Brilliant light!

Dominate the world!

This is definitely a brilliant and dazzling peerless Tianjiao. In his young years, he was enough to look down on his peers and be proud of the world. He was a peak real dragon that countless people of the same generation could only look up to!

Especially those eyes, which were clearly solidified statues, but there seemed to be a mysterious mist surging in them, as if the chaotic air was spreading, and there was even an illusion that the sun, moon and stars were destroyed and reborn in them!

What's more frightening is that in addition to these visions, these eyes also rose with a kind of weird light, which was weird and unpredictable!

If ordinary creatures saw the eyes of the young man's statue, they would be instantly subdued, trembling, and couldn't help but worship him!

How terrible is this?

You must know that this is just a statue. What kind of horror would it be if I were here?

However, Ye Wuque is not an ordinary creature.

This overwhelming momentum did not change his expression, and instead, a smile with a hint of interest or even excitement emerged from his bright eyes!

"This person... is very strong! It's not just about the strength of his cultivation, but a kind of strength from his soul and mind. He is a real strong man who has gone through thousands of trials and tribulations. He is a real dragon. [

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Ye Wuque praised generously in his heart. With just one glance, he deeply felt the power of this statue. It is definitely a great man of his generation!

But it is no wonder that in the endless years of Beidou Daoji Sect, countless geniuses have come to challenge this Hundred Refinements True Dragon Trial, but only thirteen of them succeeded in the end. This is enough to show the amazing and powerful of these thirteen people. Each of them is proud of his peers.

"This is more interesting..."

Ye Wuque showed a sharp smile at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his right hand and pointed at the statue!

Boom!

As Ye Wuque pointed, the other twelve statues immediately roared and slowly retreated, leaving only the statue selected by Ye Wuque still in place. At the same time, the voice of Bingleng Gula sounded again!

"Trialist Ye Wuque selects the statue... Luo Beihuang! The battle of geniuses officially begins!"

Luo Beihuang!

This is the name of the peerless genius who left this statue!

Just at the moment when the cold and ancient fell, a strange sound began to come from the statue of Emperor Luo Bei, as if something was about to come out of it!

All the cultivators between heaven and earth only stared at the ancient battlefield, at the statues of Ye Wuque and Emperor Luo Bei, their eyes full of expectation and passion, waiting for the start of this peerless battle!

One is a peerless genius who had passed the Hundred Refinements True Dragon Trial a long time ago and was qualified to leave his own statue!

The other is a demon who once again opened the Hundred Refinements True Dragon Trial and perfectly passed the first three levels and then opened the last level, and was born!

This is a great duel between two generations of True Dragon heroes across time and space!

How can it not make people excited and look forward to it? With

black hair fluttering, Ye Wuque stood tall, looking at the statue of Emperor Luo Bei with interest in his bright eyes. At this moment, the right arm of the statue slowly changed from the original black rock-like texture to... flesh and blood!

The statue was reviving at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, an overwhelming invincible aura slowly exploded, domineering and overwhelming, and overflowing the six directions and eight wastelands!

"Hiss! What a terrible aura! It's only one arm that has been revived!"

Feeling the aura overflowing from the statue, some monks have begun to panic, trembling in their hearts, and trembling in their voices.

Above the void, Elder Hong Tao's old eyes were also staring at the revived statue, but there was a strange light surging in it, and there was even a sense of fear that seemed to be absent or present!

"Luo Beihuang..."

These three words slowly sounded from Elder Hong Tao's mouth, and then stopped abruptly, as if this name represented a taboo that could not be easily spoken!

After a dozen breaths, Luo Beihuang's statue had revived half, leaving only the part of his legs from the waist down. He was already tall and majestic. At this moment, after transforming from a statue to a flesh and blood body, the extreme aura of dominating the world was like the Yangtze River, flowing endlessly, and awe-inspiring!

But at this moment, there was a roar of extreme unwillingness and pain that resounded in all directions, breaking the silent atmosphere. It came from the second level of the Bronze Dragon, and immediately attracted countless people's attention!

"Hold on!"

That was the voice of... Yan Zongheng!

On the stone platform, he held up his arms to the sky, his whole body was trembling, his face was distorted, and his eyes were full of madness and blood!

On his hands, there were two phantoms of the ancient demon mountain suppressing him, and the second one was the one that just fell!

In the previous four tests, Yan Zongheng tried his best to resist the suppression of the nine stars and won the ninth level of perseverance, but now when the second phantom of the ancient demon mountain descended, he finally realized what despair was!

The pressure of the entire eighteen stars!

Even though he had used all his strength, his body was torn apart, and blood mist was gushing out of his pores, Yan Zongheng still found it impossible for him to carry the two ancient demon mountains. But when he thought of Ye Wuque's back holding up the five mountains with one hand, the unwillingness and despair in his heart seemed to turn into a sharp blade piercing his heart!

But what could he do even if he was unwilling?

"No!!!"

Finally, Yan Zongheng reached his limit and let out a hoarse and desperate roar. The whole person was crushed by the phantoms of the two ancient demon mountains and flew backwards. The void was gushing with blood. His whole body seemed to be cracked and dyed red. He fell to the ground with a clang!

"Trialist Yan Zongheng failed the challenge! He was hit by 100,000 thunders and the trial was expelled!"

Rumble!

The cold and ancient voice resounded, and then a terrifying lightning flashed from the black cloud suspended above Yan Zongheng's head and hit him hard!

"Ah!"

Yan Zongheng, who won the first prize in the disciple selection and should have been blessed with endless glory, was struck by lightning. He let out a desperate howl and flew directly from Bailian Peak. His whole body was charred, and he fell heavily to the ground and fainted!

Countless cultivators between heaven and earth opened their mouths wide, and the more than 10,000 new disciples of Beidou Dao Jizong in front of the huge city were trembling in their hearts, with faces full of fear, despair, and grayness. Some even had weak legs!

The hope in their hearts, Yan Zongheng who ranked first, had such a miserable end!

Only at this moment did they realize how ridiculous their previous thoughts were! Only

at this moment did they know how terrible the Hundred Refining True Dragon Trial was, and how powerful and terrifying Ye Wuque was!

"Heng'er!!!"

The white-robed old woman's heart seemed to be bleeding, her teeth were almost broken, her heart was tightened, her face became distorted, and she wanted to rush to Yan Zongheng's side immediately!

But she couldn't do this! She

could only suppress it desperately!

Otherwise, if this happened, her relationship with Yan Zongheng would inevitably be questioned and investigated. If it was found out, then Yan Zongheng's future would be over!

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Because the white-robed old woman had embezzled Beidou Dao Jizong's resources many times to secretly cultivate Yan Zongheng, this was absolutely not allowed by the sect rules. Once discovered, she would be severely punished.

"Little bastard! Little beast! It's all because of you that I'm Heng'er! I want you to die miserably! I will make you pay a thousand times the price!"

The old woman in white robe had a bloodshot look in her eyes. She stared at Ye Wuque's back on the ancient battlefield at the top of Bailian Peak, blaming Ye Wuque for everything!

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