Time flies so fast, and it seems that in the blink of an eye, the day to enter the Nine Gates of the Prehistoric Land.

In the imperial capital martial arts field, there are tens of thousands of people waiting for the opening of the Nine Gate of the Paleo. Although they do not have the chance to enter, they want to see the legendary Nine Gate of the Paleo.

The top 450 geniuses in the genius pursuit competition stand on the square.

On the high platform, Yuchi Hong was still standing in front. He stood with his hands behind his back and said with a slightly deeper look: "Among the top 450 in the genius pursuit competition, there are 207 people in Shouyun, 213 people in Yaoguang, and only 30 people in Qiongtian."

This time, Yuchi Hong did not speak up and mock Qiongtian.

Because of mocking Qiongtian, they will definitely be ironic again.

After all, who made Qiongtian have a Fengyun team that directly dominated the top eight in the list!

Thinking of this, Yuchi Hong felt very frustrated, but fortunately, the Supreme Ancestor told him that when the little bitch Yun Zheng and the others entered the Nine Gates of the Prehistoric World, they would definitely have no return!

Yuchi Hong looked at them and continued, "This time, not only you will enter the Nine Gate of the Paohuang, but also representatives from the three continents. There are a total of 500 people. No one knows the situation in the Nine Gate of the Paohuang, so they need to take care of each one."

When the geniuses heard this, their hearts were a little trembling.

Isn’t this saying that if you die, you will die. If you live, you will continue to live. Anyway, it’s your life.

Among the geniuses, Yuchi Bai's face was pathologically pale. He pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly, inexplicably showing a bit of decay.

Seeing this, Feng Yuanming next to him couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother Yuchi, what's wrong with you?"

Yuchi Bai looked dazed and immersed in his own world, without hearing Feng Yuanming's questions at all.

Feng Yuanming felt very strange. In the past, Yuchi Bai always laughed and said, but what happened today? What's more, today is the day when he entered the Nine Gates of the Prehistoric World. He... was so unusual.

He couldn't help but push Yuchi Bai.

"Ah?" Yuchi Bai suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head and looked at Feng Yuanming, responding in a panic, his young and handsome face became a little paler.

Feng Yuanming asked suspiciously: "Brother Yuchi, what's wrong with you? You're about to enter the Nine Gate of the Prehistoric Wilderness, and you're still distracted and dazed. Did something happen?"

When Yuchi Bai heard this, he couldn't help but see the scenes he had encountered that night. His hand, which he placed beside him, suddenly clenched. When he opened his mouth to say something, twenty powerful and restrained auras suddenly came from above.

Everyone was shocked and quickly looked up and saw the figures of about twenty old men suddenly appear on the platform, and the pressure swept over.

Almost everyone was shocked and unable to move.

The big guys on the platform changed their faces and quickly raised their hands and bowed respectfully.

"We have seen the Supreme Ancestors!"

The leader of the Qingyi ancestor swept around the geniuses standing below, and glanced back and forth several of them.

"Get up." The old and hoarse voice came with majestic majesty.

The entire martial arts field suddenly became silent.

The twenty or so Supreme Ancestors were very proud of themselves, and they did not even give the sect light to the corner of their eyes, and the sects did not care about it.

After all, they are not in a good way.

However, the existence of the Emperor made the Supreme Ancestors look at him with fear.

The old ancestor of Qingyi looked down at the geniuses standing below, his eyes floating, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you have a feather order on you?"

The geniuses answered "yes".

The Qingyi Patriarch looked back and looked at the other Taishang Ancestors, and his voice was hoarse: "No need to delay, now open the space gap point of the Nine Gates of the Patriarchal World."

The Supreme Ancestors looked at each other and nodded.

The power of the twenty Supreme Ancestors burst out, which made almost everyone present retreat continuously. The entire martial arts field was swept by strong winds, the sky changed drastically, dark clouds were covered with lightning, and thunder and lightning flashed in the clouds.

The wind is howling and sand dances. For those with low cultivation, everything in front of them begins to blur.

It seems like a disaster is coming.

Many people could not look directly at the scene in front of them. At the moment when the dark clouds completely covered the light, a crack in the space suddenly appeared in the air.

Yun Zheng narrowed her eyes and shouted, then she and her friends tacitly grasped each other's wrists, trying to let them enter the Nine Gates of the Prehistoric Lands, and not be dispersed.

Sima Xun's yellow hair was blown into chaos. He closed his eyes and shouted, "Is this a storm? What a strong wind, I can't open my eyes anymore. It's so boring... Bah bah bah bah..."

"Catch me quickly!" Mo Jing shouted when he heard his voice.

Sima Xun said 'oh', then closed his eyes and went to catch people.

As a result, before he even met someone, his body was pulled into the air by the powerful suction force, and he screamed in surprise.

"Ahhhh!"

As a result, fine sand entered his mouth. Before he could spit it out, his collar on the back of his neck was grabbed by someone with his hands, jammed his neck.

Without even notice, the sand entered his throat.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

All the people with the white feather order were sucked into the space crack in the air.

Yun Zheng grabbed Nangong Qingqing's wrist with her right hand and Mu Yin's wrist with her left hand. She could barely open the thin slits of her eyes, and the eyes were filled with darkness.

It's like a black bottomless pit.

The next moment, after entering the space crack, there was a powerful pulling force that wanted to separate the eight of them.

She said in a deep voice: "Hurry up!"

Feng Xinglan and the others responded and couldn't help but exert some force.

Their wrists were almost bruised and swollen, and they would not let go even if they hurt.

Other geniuses couldn't open their eyes at all, because once they opened them, countless cold winds would hit their eyes wildly, and they would ruin their eyes in a moment.

In the endless darkness, Yuwen Zhou hugged the person in his arms with both hands, and Fan Yuer subconsciously hugged his neck.

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, making people feel the impact.

Yuwen Zhou suddenly leaned over, approached her forehead, and breathed on the ends of her hair. He murmured with his eyes closed, "Yu'er, I like you."

The words he hid in his heart for many years finally said them today. Unfortunately, he is still a coward, because he can only dare to say them while everyone's hearing is weak.

He knew that Yu'er liked men with handsome appearance, but he was not handsome, and even compared to others, his appearance was only ordinary.

Fan Yu'er's eyelids trembled, and she leaned her head against his chest.

On the other hand, the wind was still strong in the martial arts field. The fifty big men on the platform were holding the spiritual feather orders they had been assigned, and then they were sucked into the cracks in the space by a powerful suction force.

The Emperor is also among them.

Unlike others, he went in with the back, and the howling winds avoided him in fear. His deep eyes kept chasing the beautiful figure.

The Supreme Ancestors looked at each other and flashed into the cracks in the space.

After a while, the martial arts field calmed down, but the surroundings were in chaos.
Chapter completed!