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Shangguan Tianyou was obviously stronger than in the past. He looked like a drawn sword, flashing dazzling light as he flew by. Zhou Xinqi was surrounded by spinning blue light and powerful life force.

There is also Lu Tianlei, like a thunderbolt that can tear apart the sky. In addition to them, there are other long-standing disciples of internal religions, who all wear solemn expressions with the three peak lords on the South Bank.

The elders on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and other qualified disciples were discussing this matter.

“There are 150 people on the North Shore and 100 on the South Shore. I wonder how many of them would top the list in their battles with the other three sects and eventually reach the Earthstring Foundation? Of course, some of them would never come back…the paths of planting are filled with blood and ruled by the laws of the jungle.”

“I heard a senior member of my family say that whenever the three foundation holy sites open, there will always be blood and massacre. For some, the point is that it is not reaching the foundation, it is killing members of the other three sects. It is like a war between the four major sects every sixty years!”

"But why are we just letting our voters be killed? I know that the Earth's energy cannot be stored and used later, but the establishment of the Mortal-dao Foundation is so safe. It may be weaker, but at least so many people will not die..."

"Hmph. If you have a generation full of weak people, then everyone will become weak. If this happens, the Spirit Flow Sect will surely be wiped out sooner or later!"

"None of the four major religions will avoid fighting, as long as they have a disciple they believe can reach the Earth Foundation. If a generation of disciples is weak, then the sectarian power in the region will be weakened and external forces will become a huge threat. This will cause great trouble!"

"A perfect example is pillstreamsect. Long ago, they avoided fighting three times in a row. But then their overall combat power declined. After that, powerful warlords rose up on the territory of the sect and began to build their own small territory. Our soul streams even managed to occupy about twenty percent of their former territory. Their hands were forced, after joining the battle again, they succeeded in finding some Earthstring Foundation disciples. Of course, many other disciples died in the process, but at least they were able to get things back to their original state."

Soon, the disciples on both sides of the strait were outside the hall of the mountain climbing mountain, led by their respective peak lords. Each of them had a solemn expression on their faces.

All the disciples realized that their next destination would be full of opportunities and bloodshed!

They looked around and measured each other. Soon, everyone was surprised to find that someone was missing.

"Is Yan Xiaobao not coming?"

They were not the only ones who would be surprised. The seven peak lords stood there thoughtfully, looking towards the North Shore Beast Conservatory. Li Qinghou's expression was the same as before. He was confident in Yan Xiaobao's analysis and was convinced that although he was naughty, naughty, and afraid of death, his obsession with immortality would eventually win.

At the Beast Music Academy, Yan Xiaobao sat there listening to the ringing ring. After a long thought, he gritted his teeth and stood up. Over the past three months, he has been completely focused on planting. He has spent a lot of money to obtain more than a thousand paper amulets to arm him to his teeth. He also worked hard to make breakthroughs with his immortal silver skin; unfortunately, although he has made some progress, he has never made any breakthroughs.

His luggage was packed and he was ready. He refused to allow Brussels to appear because he was not ready for such an event. Stepping on the goldencrowsword, he shot into the air at daoseed hill. On the way, he stayed under the Spirit Stone Pavilion, where he spent more advantages on the crystals on the earth, which he could use instead of the actual earth flames and be able to compile medicines wherever he wanted.

At this moment, his eyes were completely congested. Although he had made his decision a long time ago, he always liked to be well prepared. Therefore, he spent a lot of time pouring into ancient records and learning about the cruelty and blood of the Foundation's Holy Land. He also knew that these sects had the opportunity to show off their power to others.

The more he understood the whole thing, the more his heart trembled. This was especially true when he read about the situation 800 years ago, only about ten disciples returned from the Abyss of the Fallen Sword to the Lingliu Sect. The cruelty of this incident completely shook Yan Xiaobao.

Of course, this is an isolated event. According to records, the barbarity of the last 800 years was due to a terrible voter rising from the Blood Flowing Sect. He was called masterlimitless, and he smashed everything in his path. It was not just the spiritual sect that suffered major casualties; all the other three sects did it. In fact, in the other three sects, all the disciples of that generation were wiped out, and this was the Blood Flowing Sect that transcended the profound sect and became the highest force among the four major sects.

As for that Infinite Master, he is now called the leader of the Blood Flow Sect.

On other occasions where the three foundations have established the Holy Land to open, casualties are not that terrible. At most, half of the disciples may die. Even those who have not reached the earthstring foundation establishment, as long as they are careful, may be alive.

Even so, the 50% casualty rate made Yan Xiaobao tremble in fear. He really wanted to give up this opportunity, and it was just for the safety bet of the Mortal-dao Foundation and its century-long life.

However, his dream was not to live for more than a hundred years. He wanted to... live forever!

"I want more than a hundred years. I want forever!" After checking the ancient records, he left blood and even had a clearer understanding of the foundation's establishment. The most convincing factor is that from ancient times to the present, no mortal-dao foundation established by the till has ever entered the golden core stage!

If he wants to keep up to goldcore, he must reach the earthstring foundation establishment!

Even the lowest level in the Golden Core Stage is longer than the foundation. Obviously, a higher planting foundation has a greater chance of survival.

"I can avoid this, but a hundred years later...how could I avoid death? At that time, wouldn't I regret not having a chance to arrive at the Earthstring Foundation?" In the past three months, Yan Xiaobao has solved this problem over and over again. Finally, he reached a state of madness. Gripping his teeth, he finally made a decision.

"I will do anything to live forever!" He shouted as he walked up the golden crow sword and shot at daoseed mountain. Shortly after the other disciples gathered, he appeared. Yan Xiaobao's arrival attracted a lot of attention. Everyone looked at him, including Shangguan Tianyou, Zhou Xinqi, Lu Tianlei, Bei Hanlie, Xu Song, Gongsun Waner, Gongsun Yun, Hou Yunfei... and Ghosts!

An encouraging expression slowly appeared in Li Qinghou's eyes.

Yan Xiaobao hurried to Li Qinghou, clasped his hands tightly, and bowed deeply.

Li Qinghou could see how bloody his eyes were, and knew that it would be quite difficult to convince himself to come.

"Stand behind me," he said.

Yan Xiaobao stood up and stood behind Li Qinghou. Looking around, he saw Hou Yunfei who had never seen since he was transferred to the north shore. When they were separated, Hou Yunfei participated in an internal trial. After becoming a disciple of an internal religion, he benefited from the help of his clan and soared to Qi Ning's tenth level.

When their eyes met, Hou Yunfei nodded encouragement. Yan Xiaobao nodded. However, there was no time to chat because the door of the hall was already open.

As they did, Zheng Yuandong's voice echoed from it.

"The origin of the original spiritual hollow is unknown. Long ago, before the existence of lonehellpocketrealm, it was the only place where the earth's energy gathered in the lower eastern region. Countless wars took place outside the spiritual hollow until three powerful sects controlled it. When the Spiritual Flow Sect came to power, it began to be controlled by the four major sects!

"The lonely pocket kingdom of hell suddenly appeared in the Hellwood continent 10,000 years ago. It was a barren wasteland, with no creature except the banebeasts on the earth. Many wars also took place in this place until the four major sects occupied it and chose to share it as the second of the Foundation's Holy Land.

"The Deep Sword Abyss traces back 5,000 years ago, when an indescribable huge sword fell from the sky. It was huge, larger than a hundred spiritual stream sects combined together and contained terrible power. It passed through the canopy above, descended straight into the ground near the mountflamecrane, and sent the sword energy downwards into the underworld. As for the sword itself, it was full of the energy of the earth. [1. This "flamecrane" is a bird in Chinese mythology. I can't find any good articles about English. According to the Baidu article I found, it represents a sign of impending destruction. The name of the bird in the Chinese "Shuangfang" should come from the sound of burning wood or bamboo. This bird is a bit like a red-crowned crane, except that it has a leg, blue feathers, red spots and white banknotes. Whenever it appears, it means that fiery destruction will take place soon.

"Because of this, the interior of the sword is much like the holy lands established by the other two foundations; it is filled with countless groundhogs. Kill them to collect the earth's energy, and when you have enough energy, you can turn it into an earth-capturing crystal to summon potential earth-energy in the abyss of the Fallen Sword!

"According to the investigation and analysis of the four major sects, when the sword descends from the sky, it absorbs a little halo of heaven, which means that there may be some celestial energy inside it!

"Of course, the establishment of the heavenstring foundation is also called the establishment of the Heavenly Dao Foundation!" At this time, Zheng Yuandong paused for a while, and looked at the crowd, his eyes shining, as if lightning was flashing.

"The path of planting is narrow and narrow; the only way to walk is to step on countless corpses. Only in this way can you have the opportunity to contact...the supreme path!

“During this foundation’s trial… all of you must do your best to kill the disciples of the other three sects. After all, it was a fire judgment, but it was also a war between the four sects, and more importantly, directly related to the fate of the spiritual sect. I will reveal more to you when you come back!

"In my opinion, I have no doubt that the disciples of the other three sects will do their best to kill you. Establishing a holy land in the foundation, there is no chance to enter the foundation! Resources are limited; this is a great game!" Zheng Yuandong waved his sleeves, and his thunderous voice echoed in all directions. All the disciples of the inner sects responded to the cheers of confidence.

"This Foundation's trial will be presided over by the Peak Lord Irispetalpeak from the Violet Bunch Peak and Ouyang Jie from the Justice Hall. They have made all the necessary arrangements. 100 disciples will enter the Abyss of the Fallen Sword, while two groups of 75 will enter the lonehellpocketrealm and primordialspirithollow. Now, activate the great spell to the foundation's establishment of the holy land!"

Soon, when a huge spell formed and opened, a strong rumble could be heard, and more than 200 disciples slowly disappeared. Outside of the spell, Li Qinghou stood there with an expression of expectation and anxiety on his face. He felt that he was watching a young eagle spreading wings. Below was a bottomless pit, and in the distance, the sun had just begun to rise.

Mountflamecrane is located in the rightouscraft continent and has risen to heaven a long time ago. At that time, it was higher than any mountain in the spiritual genre, and in fact, it was larger than the entire spiritual genre.

But now, the situation is different. More than half of the mountains have been destroyed, and the vast surrounding land has been reduced to barren wasteland, occupying nearly half of the continent of Justice.

Neither mortal nor beasts survive such conditions, and even those practitioners who spend too much time there will eventually experience shocking death. They will explode spontaneously, and the subsequent dispersed sword energy will burst out from the destroyed corpses.

The reason for all this is the giant sword falling from the sky. It is an ancient sword with countless magic symbols engraved on its surface, which are in different erosion states. The sword is directly in front of the mountflamecrane and half into the ground. The gap spreads from the sword in all directions, the narrowest is a few meters wide, and the largest is thirty meters or more meters. The crack itself is black and accompanied by a strong cold.

The entire surface of the ground around the sword was covered with glittering shields, which prevented anyone from entering.

The sword is huge; even the visible blade part, as well as the hilt, is much taller than the mountflamecrane. If the sword is compared to the size of the hand, the mountain is like an ant.

Of course, when you compare the farmer to the mountain, the mountain is like a hand, and the cultivator standing on the top of the mountain is like an ant.

Two sects have been assembled on the top of the mountflamecrane. One group contains 80 disciples and the other group contains 100. Both are led by Foundation trainers who are currently chatting. On the other hand, the two groups of disciples stare at each other with open hostility.

On the left are 80 disciples. They all wore white robes and had pills embroidered on their sleeves. In addition, the whole group exuded a medicinal aroma.

They are exactly pillstreamsect!

Opposite them were 100 disciples. They wore dark blue robes and emitted profound fluctuations in planting foundations. If you look closely at some disciples, you may see some parts of their bodies rising and falling in strange ways.

They are the profound genre!

Even though both sides measured each other, the clouds above began to flow out, and countless magic symbols appeared. At first, they flashed back and forth between the shape of the cauldron and the shape of the sword, but in the end, they were like a giant ink dragon, roaring at the top of its lungs..

The team leader from pillstreamsect is a middle-aged woman. She looked up at her glittering eyes and whispered: "The spiritual genre is here."
Chapter completed!