At the entrance of the ancient Yuanyang Palace, which was eight hundred feet high and lying on the ground, a brilliant silver light suddenly shone. As the silver light shone, figures walked out one after another. In this cycle, eleven people who supported each other finally walked out. The leader

was Ye Wuque, followed by Mo Qingye who supported Mo Honglian and Mo Baiou. Sima Ao put his right hand on Lin Yingluo's fragrant shoulder and limped along. He was a little excited when he smelled the fragrance on Lin Yingluo's body.

Nalan Yan walked forward alone with her slender hand on her chest, looking inexplicably. Behind her were two other cultivators from the Tianfeng Main City, one lively and the other dull. However, both of them showed the relief of surviving the disaster. The last two cultivators to walk out were the remaining two cultivators from the Liuyun Main City. They were pale, but their eyes were filled with a trace of sadness.

A group of eleven people left the Yuanyang Heritage and stopped at the entrance of the Yuanyang Palace. They stood quietly, looking at the ancient silver stone palace, their eyes were full of inexplicable, as if they were recalling the shock of this trip.

Only Ye Wuque's heart was filled with some of the last words that Ji Yuanyang said to him.

Ye Wuque did not see that some of them looked at him vaguely, full of heartfelt gratitude and a little awe.

"Boom boom" "Buzz"

At this moment, a shocking wave suddenly erupted in the distance, immediately attracting everyone's attention!

"That is... another place of inheritance!"

Mo Honglian's voice was a little strange.

"Yin..."

An endless light humming sound spread from far to near. This sound fell into Ye Wuque's ears and made him focus his eyes. He even felt a familiar wave from it!

"This is countless swords trembling together..."

Looking far away, Ye Wuque saw the steep mountain peak that was seven or eight hundred feet high, and waves of sharp auras were spreading out, like a sword with a three-foot cold light hanging high in the void, emitting endless sword energy.

"Feng Caichen..."

A surprising fighting spirit emerged in his eyes. The hot blood in Ye Wuque's heart was stimulated by this boundless sword chant at this moment and slowly boiled up!

And the familiar fluctuation he felt just now came from Feng Caichen.

"Brother Wuque, what's wrong with you?"

A daughter's voice with a hint of concern sounded. It was obvious that Mo Honglian noticed the fighting spirit in Ye Wuque's eyes and asked.

Lin Yingluo, who was holding Sima Ao's arm, also cast a trace of doubt.

"Hehe, nothing, just remembered a powerful opponent."

Ye Wuque smiled gently and replied, but although the fighting spirit in his eyes had temporarily receded, the heat in his heart was burning like a raging fire.

"Have you really become stronger? Feng Caichen, I'm really looking forward to a fight between you and me..."

The words with fighting spirit and sharpness rang in Ye Wuque's heart.

Outside the Hundred Yuan Realm, the void above the white jade platform.

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The second city lord Wei Xiong, who stood with his hands behind his back, waved his right hand, and the huge light curtain in the sky that captured the scenes of the entrances of Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak disappeared into thin air.

"The first stage of the Hundred Cities War, three days and three nights, has ended. All city lords, follow me into the Hundred Yuan Realm to determine the participants for the second stage."

The majestic and powerful voice resounded in all directions. Wei Xiong waved his right hand towards the sky again, and suddenly a huge light gate appeared, followed by a vast and boundless sense of nothingness and etherealness.

"Buzz"

The power of space swept across the world, and a white light shone above the light gate. Wei Xiong took the lead and turned into a stream of light and entered it first. Following closely behind him were a hundred figures with different lights flashing through the air. They were the hundred city lords of the hundred major cities.

And those losers who were eliminated from the Hundred Yuan Realm were also brought into the Hundred Yuan Realm by the city lords of their respective main cities. However, no one noticed that among the hundred city lords, there was an old man with a head full of white hair and a gloomy face. His expression was extremely ugly at this time.

"Buzz..."

Just as Ye Wuque and the eleven people were looking at another place of inheritance, the sky suddenly shone with a vast and unparalleled wave, and then a huge light gate appeared! The

boundless momentum poured out, almost sweeping across the entire Hundred Yuan Realm. This pressure made all the monsters in the Hundred Yuan Realm tremble at this moment, crawling low, no longer as vicious and wild as usual.

"The first phase of the Hundred Cities War, limited to three days and three nights, has come to an end. Congratulations to the little guys who stayed behind..."

The majestic and powerful voice echoed throughout the Hundred Yuan Realm. A figure slowly walked out of the huge light gate, and the waves around him were vast and unparalleled. It was the second city lord Wei Xiong.

Once again feeling this ethereal and ethereal power of space, Ye Wuque and the other eleven people who looked up at the sky were also slightly excited at this moment.

Wei Xiong, who had just appeared, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were sharp, still like a needle tip, and his face was expressionless, only his tone was full of praise.

Looking at Wei Xiong standing at the edge of the sky, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed a gleam of brilliance. After the inheritance of Yuanyang, Ye Wuque understood that the second city lord Wei Xiong must also be a great master of the Lichen Realm who transformed the soul moon into the soul sun, and his cultivation was so powerful that he was no less powerful than Ji Yuanyang in his heyday!

"Om"

Wei Xiong did not see any movement, and a mighty force suddenly spread over the void. This force overflowed the void, sweeping straight to the steep peaks in the distance, and then turned back in an instant, enveloping dozens of young cultivators with powerful cultivation, who were the other group of people who chose to enter the Tianbai inheritance.

At the same time, Ye Wuque and the other eleven people suddenly found that they could not control their bodies. They were lifted up by an unpredictable force, and under the control of this force, they flew towards Wei Xiong on the horizon, and finally stood together with dozens of other young cultivators who walked out of Tianbai Peak.

This was the second time that Ye Wuque felt the wonderful feeling of being in the void. The last time was when Qi Shilong brought them to the white jade platform to hurry on their way. This feeling of standing in the void gave Ye Wuque an infinite yearning in his heart.

"One day, I will stand proudly above this sky and beside the clouds with my own strength."

The heat in his eyes flashed away, and Ye Wuque once again had an infinite desire for a higher level of cultivation and realm.

This scene not only happened to Ye Wuque, but the same expression also flashed across the faces of the remaining young geniuses.

Nodding slightly, Wei Xiong's eyes revealed a hint of satisfaction.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's soul power felt an unparalleled sharp breath coming towards him, and then a magnificent and domineering breath rose from his body, and his eyes followed the unparalleled sharp breath.

The next moment, the bright and magnificent eyes met a pair of clear eyes full of endless sharpness! At

this glance, Ye Wuque instantly felt the blood in his heart begin to boil, and the fighting spirit in his eyes burned sharply!

"It's you... Feng Caichen!" The

one who cast his eyes on Ye Wuque was Feng Caichen, the sword wizard who chose to enter Tianbai Peak.

At the same time, Feng Caichen, who was standing in the first row among dozens of people in the distance, was in high spirits, his mouth suddenly moved, and he said a few words silently.

"Very good, Ye Wuque, you really didn't let me down."

For a moment, the two hot eyes seemed to collide in the void, each blooming with dazzling brilliance!

"Om"

Wei Xiong's eyes swept through the young faces of dozens of feet in front of him one by one, lingering on Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen for a moment, and then his majestic voice resounded again in this Hundred Yuan Realm.

"Take out your Hundred Cities Jade Seals."

As soon as these words fell, dozens of young cultivators immediately took out their own Hundred Cities Jade Seals, and the void suddenly shone with dazzling light. Among them, there were light purple and dark purple, but without exception, all were purple.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"

Ye Wuque, who was holding his own Hundred Cities Jade Seal, suddenly felt his hand empty, and the Hundred Cities Jade Seal rose into the air and shot towards where Wei Xiong was standing.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of Hundred Cities Jade Seals shining with purple halos gathered in front of Wei Xiong. After a slight sense, he waved his hand. Under Wei Xiong's control, pieces of Hundred Cities Jade Seals shot into the void again and returned to everyone's hands without the slightest deviation.

Holding the Hundred Cities Jade Seal emitting a purple halo again, the dozens of young monks who had reached the requirements of the first stage of the Hundred Cities War were all full of vigor and their powerful auras kept pouring out.

It seemed that after three days and three nights of extreme tempering and fighting in the Hundred Yuan Realm, those who could laugh at the end seemed to have been reborn, and their arrogance and immaturity were gone.

Three hundred young geniuses entered the Hundred Yuan Realm together. After three days and three nights of fighting and contesting, only the last few dozen were left. Such an elimination rate should not be underestimated and was extremely cruel.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The sound of clothes breaking through the air continued to come out from the huge light gate, and hundreds of figures kept walking out of the light gate. They were the 100 city lords of the 100 main cities and the geniuses who were eliminated from the Hundred Yuan Realm on behalf of their respective main cities. With the

appearance of the 100 city lords, the pressure on the entire void kept pouring out, as if the entire Hundred Yuan Realm was about to collapse, but then disappeared without a trace.

"Congratulations, you have successfully reached the first stage of the Hundred Cities War. I once said that in my eyes, you are all just trash, a group of complacent little shrimps, ignorant and immature. Now, I take back my words. You have proved to me with your actual actions that you are not trash, and they, those who were eliminated from the Hundred Yuan Realm by you, are trash."

Gently raising his hand and pointing behind him, Wei Xiong's majestic voice echoed again.

As Wei Xiong said this, dozens of young monks who successfully passed the test with flashing purple halos finally smiled.

The praise from Wei Xiong finally made them let out the breath they had been holding in their hearts. As Wei Xiong said, in this Hundred Yuan Realm, they proved with their actual actions that they were the ones who laughed last. They were not trash before, and they will not be trash now, and they will not be trash in the future.

Wei Xiong's merciless words fell on the ears of the nearly two hundred eliminated monks who were brought back to the Hundred Yuan Realm by their respective city lords, making them pale, without a trace of blood. Their eyes flashed with reluctance, helplessness, and despair. The high spirits and vigor they once had seemed to be gone forever, forming a sharp contrast with the dozens of victors on the opposite side.

One side was like a dark star, and the other side was like a blazing sun!

Such a naked contrast, resounding but merciless ridicule, simply made those losers want to howl to the sky, ashamed and angry, and even worse, their eyes were dull and soulless.

Ye Wuque stood at the head of the eleven people with an expressionless face, listening to Wei Xiong's undisguised praise and ridicule, but his mood did not change at all.

Ten years of extinction made Ye Wuque understand that falling behind means being beaten. This is an eternal truth. Instead of complaining and losing your will, it is better to hide the taste of today's failure in your heart, work hard, never give up, and start all over again! Perhaps one day in the future, those geniuses who once stepped on your head will be stepped back under your feet again.

The path of cultivation is so cruel. If you are not as skilled as others, you will be humiliated.

No one saw that among the more than 200 failed monks, there were dozens of pairs of eyes flashing with unyielding light and tenacious sparks. They did not lose their souls or feel ashamed and angry, but opened their eyes wide and remembered the dozens of faces opposite them deeply in their hearts, as the goal of future efforts.

Yes, I am not as good as you now, but this does not mean that I will still be not as good as you in the future. I will remember today's defeat in my heart. When we meet again, I will definitely teach you again!

The road of cultivation is also very long. No one knows that one day in the future, among these young monks who have been defeated by others, there will be several earth-shaking heroes!

Wei Xiong seemed to not care how much shadow his words would cast on the more than 200 failed young monks behind him. Perhaps it would make some of them never make any progress in their lives, and fade away the aura of genius, become mediocre, and no longer have the glory of the past.

Perhaps this is also the result Wei Xiong wants. The great waves wash away the sand, and the steel is forged. If those guys with weak minds and wills cannot even overcome such a blow and cheer up again, then they will never become real strong men in their entire lives. What is the use of such weak people coming to the 100 main cities of the East?

"However, although you are no longer garbage..."

Wei Xiong, with sharp eyes, spoke slowly, his eyes swept across every young face holding the Hundred Cities Jade Seal, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

With Wei Xiong's words, the hearts of dozens of young monks tightened again!

"Although you are no longer trash, you are still far from being a true genius. But don't worry, I will still give you one more chance to prove yourselves. This is the second and final stage of the Hundred Cities War. Whether you can become a true genius and shine with your own light depends on whether you can seize this last chance."

These words reached the ears of dozens of young monks, and it was like a volcano about to erupt in their hearts. The high will to fight and the boiling blood instantly burned up!

"Is the final battle of the Hundred Cities War finally coming..."

Ye Wuque, with his eyes as bright as lightning, murmured to himself, stroking his storage ring with his fingers. Ye Wuque told himself in his heart that no matter how cruel the final battle was, he must win. Only in this way, he might have the opportunity to meet the mysterious city lord of the first main city, and ask the city lord for the blood dragon jade and information about Uncle Fu. Therefore

, he can't lose, he can only win all the way to the end!

"Before the final battle, keep your Hundred Cities Jade Seal. You have three days to recover from the injuries in your body and adjust your own state. After three days, I hope you will meet the final battle in the best state."

As these words fell, several figures fell from the sky behind Wei Xiong, and each entered Yuanyang Hall and Tianbai Peak respectively. Because in these two places of inheritance, there are still many monks who have lost their ability to move due to serious injuries. Although some of them have upgraded their own Hundred Cities Jade Seals to purple, they did not come to Wei Xiong in time at the final moment within three days and three nights, and could only fail with great regret.

Two figures entered the Yuanyang Palace, one of which was an old man with white hair and a gloomy face. This person was the city lord of Zihuo Main City, Zhou Lieyang.

"Buzz"

Just as Wei Xiong was about to take all the young geniuses across the space gate to the place of healing and rest, an angry old voice suddenly sounded from the Yuanyang Palace!

"Reporting to the second city lord, Ye Wuque, the main city of Longguang who inherited the Yuanyang inheritance, this boy is extremely evil. He is ruthless and cruel in the Yuanyang Palace. He must not be easily forgiven!"

The old voice echoed in all directions and instantly reached everyone's ears. Wei Xiong's figure also paused slightly at this moment.

Ye Wuque, who heard this sentence clearly, narrowed his eyes, and then the cold light became stronger!

Because he saw the white-haired old man who had just entered the Yuanyang Hall rushing out at high speed holding a person. The man's eyes were dull and his face was empty and desperate. Only his mouth seemed to be repeating a name, which was Zhou Huo.

The other old man who followed Zhou Lieyang had an equally gloomy face. In the Yuanli light circle in front of him, there were nearly 20 young monks who had fainted. These young monks who had fainted were all covered in blood, and their faces were distorted because of extreme pain. Shen Yushu and the red-haired young man were among them!

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