Eight Gods Spiritual Domain, disciples' abodes.

These are houses located in various places in the Eight Gods Spiritual Domain. They are almost of the same standard, but they cover a wide range. They are places for the disciples of the Eight Gods to rest and practice. They are always relatively quiet, and even if there are people, they just pass by in a hurry.

But today, these disciples' abodes have become boiling!

Because figures are coming out of the various abodes one after another, with bright spirits, sharp eyes, and a conceited smile on their faces!

"It's been five years! I'm finally waiting for the clan competition again!"

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"I must avenge my previous shame this time. All those who hurt me last time must die this time!"

"Hahahaha... my chance to become famous has finally come!"

"The Summoning God Scripture! I will definitely be able to obtain the magical powers in the Summoning God Scripture! When the curse is broken and I fight in the future, I will be able to roar proudly under the stars!"

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Accompanied by the figures rushing out of the disciples' abode, there are also cold and crazy self-talks. Almost every disciple of the Eight Gods has a fascinating expression on his face, and his eyes are like burning flames! Clan

competition!

A thousand-year event held by the Eight Gods every five years!

For every disciple of the Eight Gods, this is an opportunity to rise. In the collision of blood and fire, the strong will advance triumphantly on the corpses of the weak, all the way to the top, while the weak will only have one way to die!

In the entire world of the Eight Gods, nearly a thousand figures gathered from all directions and headed for the same place, like locusts passing through!

At this moment, in a disciple's abode, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, as if cold lightning was across the sky, seducing the soul!

"Is it finally starting..."

A cold and eerie voice slowly sounded, and the figure sitting cross-legged slowly stood up. The tall and slender body could not be seen clearly in the dim room, only the pair of cold and bright eyes were like sparks in the dark night, clearly visible!

With a creak, the door opened, and the tall and slender figure walked out of it, and a fair and handsome face finally appeared, with no expression on it, like a sculpture.

This person is naturally Ye Wuque!

Two days ago, he started a massacre on the life and death stage, and was finally stopped by the cold eagle elder of the Eight Gods. Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen just found a disciple's abode and entered it to recuperate.

For two days, Ye Wuque sat there motionless, but after two days, the killing intent in his heart did not subside, but became more and more intense, like an active volcano about to erupt, ready to erupt with earth-shaking power at any time!

For Ye Wuque, these two days have condensed all the killing intent and evil spirit in his heart into a rope, waiting for today's complete explosion!

Creaking, just after Ye Wuque walked out of the room, the door opposite opened almost at the same time, and Feng Caichen with the face of Eight Gods Haotian walked out.

The two people's eyes met, and they all smiled faintly.

"The clan meeting competition has finally begun..."

"Yes, I've been waiting for a long time. I didn't kill enough two days ago. This time I can finally kill thoroughly!"

"Same feeling, my sword also needs to drink blood."

The two slowly stepped out of the disciples' abode, looking at the figures of the Eight Gods' disciples passing through the sky and the earth like locusts, and their eyes were filled with bloodthirstiness and coldness.

Swoosh, swoosh...

The two of them immediately turned into streams of light and soared into the sky. However, they had already disguised their body movements and energy in case they were recognized.

Figures from all directions cut through the sky and finally gradually united, arriving at an area of ​​the Eight Gods Spiritual Domain that was rarely visited by people on weekdays!

This seemed to be an ancient sacrificial site. The ground was engraved with complex patterns, which seemed to be obscure and vicissitudes, as if recording a long history. One glance at it would make people feel the passage of time.

At the end of this sacrificial site, there was a huge altar, shining with dark red light, covering it up, blurry, and exuding a breath of awe!

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

Figures fell from the sky one after another, and at this moment they all landed on this vast and boundless sacrificial site. In groups of three or two, they were the Eight Gods disciples who came from all over the Eight Gods Spiritual Domain.

The silent sacrificial site began to become noisy as someone arrived!

Some of the Eight Gods' disciples formed groups of two or three, forming a circle with each other, looking at other circles with cold eyes. Some people stood alone, with their arms folded, arrogant and conceited.

In about half a minute, more and more people came to the sacrifice site, and the looks they gave each other became more unfriendly, with coldness and murderous aura surging .

After the clan competition began, everyone present was a potential opponent, and everyone had to be careful and on guard.

But at a certain moment, the atmosphere in the sacrifice site suddenly stagnated, and then it became completely noisy. One by one, the Eight Gods' disciples raised their heads and looked at a place in the void!

There, a figure as majestic as a dragon quickly attacked, exuding an extreme majesty from head to toe, with a pair of cold and compelling eyes. Just a casual glance made many of the Eight Gods' disciples change color, showing awe and fear on their faces, almost suffocating, and hurriedly retreated, leaving a large area!

"The Eight God Dragon is coming!"

"Hiss! He is even more terrifying than five years ago! In the last clan competition, he lost to the Eight Gods Wufeng and was seriously injured and almost died. This time, he is going to win the first place and take revenge!"

"This is the real genius of our clan, ranked in the top five!"

Countless Eight Gods' children looked sideways and spoke in a low voice with a trembling tone!

The Eight God Dragon slowly fell down. He was a young man with thick hair and a cold face, like a mad dragon!

He stood alone, with his hands behind his back and his eyes slightly closed, as if no one in the four directions could make him look sideways.

Obviously, the arrival of the Eight God Dragon set off a small climax!

As a truly top genius of the younger generation of the Eight Gods, his every move naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

"Look! Eight Gods Chanyin is here too!"

"And Eight Gods Yunfei!"

"That's Eight Gods Guang! My God! Three or five of the top ten masters of the younger generation have already arrived!"

Exclamations continued to ring out, and figures like dragons and phoenixes flew in from all directions and landed on the sacrificial field!

With the arrival of these figures, almost all the Eight Gods' disciples automatically gave up their positions!

Because each of these figures was surging with unfathomable fluctuations, like an endless tide, sweeping across everything!