War is ruthless, and ruthless.

The war that swept through more than half of the inner ring of the clans, it is still unknown how many pseudo-semi-saints died, but a few years have passed.

The gate of the Holy Dharma suddenly came back, which dispelled the murderous intent in this war and ignited the fire of hope in everyone's heart again.

The inner ring, the central ring, the outer ring... seemed to have put down all kinds of grievances and welcomed a happy festival again.

At this moment, from the inner ring, the figures were illusioned. They once again began to compete for the benefits of spraying the gate of the Holy Dharma.

Yang Kai did not move because with his strength, it was really hard to have much competitiveness in the current inner ring. It was enough to replace him with the six real half-saints, including the Nine Nether Saints, Gu Yunfei, Hua Changqing, Qingxuan Nu, Lingmeng Huamu, and Fengmu.

The benefits of each injection of the Holy Door actually last for a few hours between the competition between the inner ring.

All kinds of competitions are concentrated in these hours, so naturally there are some joys and sorrows. Some claim to be full of pots and are ecstatic. Some people have not got anything useful, they are not satisfied, they are lost in their hearts, and are unwilling to do so.

The snatch of the six true half-saints, including the Nine Nether Saints, is powerful. They acted collectively on behalf of Yang Kai, just like a domineering wheel. If you crush it, why compete with him?

A few hours later.

The Holy Dharma Gate began to spray some benefits that even the half-saints in the inner ring were not worth much, and the competition for the inner ring gradually subsided.

The people who belonged to Yang Kai's camp gathered in the Shura Hall one by one. Those who had known each other, such as the Emperor Migulu, the Emperor Guba, etc., were not known, such as the Mythical Clan, the Purple Clan, and the Semi-Saints of the Cold Clan. Regardless of authenticity, nearly 300 people could squeeze the already spacious Shura Hall densely, and it felt like it was crowded.

I don’t know how they contacted each other, but they actually reached a tacit understanding. The benefits they snatched were mainly pearls. They squeezed behind the Shura Palace, and even took out seventy-seven pieces through Star Gazing Luo’s hand and put them in front of Yang Kai.

Yang Kai was stunned when he saw Xingluo. He looked embarrassed and knew that Xingluo was asking Yang Kai to help knock these beads on behalf of everyone.

Yang Kai twitched his lips and couldn't help but say, "These... so many beads are all sprayed out by the Holy Dharma Gate this time? Can the Holy Dharma Gate be opened once, can you spray so many beads? You didn't plunder all the beads, right?"

Star Gazing Luo said, "Uncle Yang, these seventy-seven pearls are certainly impossible to be sprayed by the gate of the Holy Dharma. We don't know how many pearls are sprayed out of the gate of the Holy Dharma this time. The people here only snatched twenty-three, and the remaining fifty-four were originally found by all races. They were handed over to me, and I would like to ask Uncle Yang to help me..."

"So that's the case, then okay."

It is not that easy to knock on the seventy-seven pearls. Yang Kai calculated and kept knocking on the night and stopped to regulate his breath and restore his strength. With the current peak cultivation of the fifteen Ninth-grade masters, it may take as soon as forty days.

After finishing all of it, you will definitely be exhausted. You will have to recuperate for at least three days before you can recover completely.

However, seeing so many people gathered together and their eyes were expectant, Yang Kai had to do whatever he did.

So and this way.

Yang Kai then led Feng Mu into a quiet room in the Shura Hall. Feng Mu and him went in, while the other nine Nether Holy Emperors, Hua Changqing, Gu Yunfei, Lingmeng Hua Mother, and Qingxuan Nu were guarding the quiet room for Yang Kai to protect the Dharma.

The process of knocking on the orb and obtaining the semi-saint throne began to proceed tensely and orderly...

The semi-saints of various tribes in the Shura Palace were waiting nervously, chatting and laughing. They used this method to dispel the passage of time.

However, they didn't know that it was also at this time.

Yang Kai's number one enemy, Fang Shanhe, actually came to the mysterious sinkhole alone.

The last time Fang Shanhe attacked Yang Kai, he was shot by a mysterious golden light and his arm is still unable to be rebuilt. The mysterious sinkhole is a dangerous place for Fang Shanhe.

But Fang Shanhe chose this time to quietly come to the place where he should have hated him. It was a bit abnormal. Seeing him restraining his breath, he still tiptoed and turned around step by step, as if he was afraid that others would find out.

Could it be that Fang Shanhe wanted to come here to find a way to regenerate his broken arm and rebuild his dignity?

I don’t know, no one knows that Fang Shanhe grew up from the son of a rich man in a small mountain village to this point, and his experience is a mystery. Even the semi-saints in the inner ring know that he has a relationship with the Holy Continent, but they cannot tell which clan he came from.

The guy stopped quietly, looked back and looked vigilantly for a long time, sure no one would pay attention to his actions. No one noticed that he came to the sinkhole, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yang Kai, Yang Kai, don't think I don't know. So many semi-saints suddenly appear, which are your masterpieces. No matter how you are as cunning as a ghost, you will drink my foot washing water. God is destined to be your number one enemy and will always restrain you."

Fang Shanhe murmured to himself, and two extremely vicious gazes suddenly burst out from his eyes, just like two sharp swords piercing directly into the bottom of the pit, and it was so deep that it was in the ground. Two wisps of blue smoke came out of breath.

He took a deep breath and suddenly sat cross-legged.

The only remaining hand touched the waist and found a jade slip. The jade slip was dark green, and you could tell at a glance that its texture was extremely hard. Only the Holy Continent could create such things. It emitted a strange smell throughout.

Staring at the jade slip, Fang Shanhe's eyes suddenly felt extremely excited, and even a little crazy obsessed, just like a lustful man who saw a woman stripped naked, wishing he could chew it and swallow it directly into his stomach.

"The glory of this life depends entirely on you, Cang's legacy!"

It turns out that this jade slip is called Cang Yi Shu. It can make Fang Shanhe so obsessed with it. It must be a very remarkable thing to regard it as a capital for glory turning over. But if someone is here, even the oldest real half-saint will probably be very confused after hearing it. Because no one has ever heard of Cang Yi Shu.

Fang Shanhe threw the dark green jade slip slightly and floated into the air. The hard-textured jade slip actually broke silently. A string of ancient words poured out like flowing water, which was actually a holy text that was only limited to the sages.

Damn! Holy text!

In the Holy Continent, only some real secrets of saints, holy laws, and holy books can be recorded in holy texts. And in the entire holy continent, even if you are as delicate as a son of a saint, you cannot understand holy texts. Because to understand holy texts, the primary condition is to become a saint.

Therefore, if the saint has something that he doesn't want the people below to know, it is enough to just record these things in holy texts.

However, at this moment, Cang Yishu actually recorded it in the holy text. Fang Shanhe, who saw the holy text with his own eyes, was not angry, but instead, his eyes were filled with a blazing fire. He also shouted, "Cang Yishu, it is it! It is it!"

Terrifying! Fang Shanhe can understand the holy text. This big secret is definitely the biggest secret in the clouds today. It is more shocking than Yang Kai can knock on the ban on the beads. To put it most conservatively, at least more than half of the semi-saints will be full of fear from now on, and they will definitely keep their distance from each other.

The string of holy texts seemed to have grown human intelligence. They rushed towards Fang Shanhe. Fang Shanhe only sat down and opened his mouth. The string of holy texts entered Fang Shanhe's mouth. In just a moment, Fang Shanhe's body lit up slightly, flashing with colorful light, colorful and dreamy, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

About twelve days.

This colorful light gradually drew from Fang Shanhe.

When he looked at Fang Shanhe again, his broken arm was reborn at this time, and his whole body emitted an extremely terrifying pressure. He was originally a pseudo-half-saint, and his cultivation was only around the thirty nine-grade peak immortal emperors. Now he suddenly soared to sixty.

With this cultivation level, Fang Shanhe became the number one master below the True Half Saint in one fell swoop.

However, this is not over.

Fang Shanhe quickly touched his waist again, and a shining bead appeared in his hand. But when Fang Shanhe smiled, he threw the bead into the air. The man jumped up like a dragon, raised his five fingers, and a dark green light spewed out from his fingers, cutting off the bead in the air!

Right now!

The layer of the pearl was extremely hard and needed Yang Kai to knock on the immortal seal for four hours to unlock the immortal ban, but it cracked silently. It was like a knife splitting a walnut, and the semi-saint position inside was like a nucleus exposed.

Fang Shanhe opened his mouth and sucked it, and the half-saint position actually entered his mouth again. In an instant, Fang Shanhe was made in the air again, and light appeared, and the bunches of light surrounded him into a big cocoon. Fang Shanhe could no longer be seen.

One day...two days...

About January.

The big cocoon was like a huge heart and jumped up.

"Huh, what is that?"

At this moment, a semi-saint came above the mysterious sky pit. Seeing the beating of the cocoon, he was first confused, and then his face showed ecstasy. He looked up at the top of the mysterious sky pit. At this time, the gate of the holy law had long been hidden for a long time.

The half-saint cried out inwardly, "Oh my God, this is not a treasure that fell when the gate of the holy law is trapped, right? Haha, I deserve to meet it, this is the huge opportunity I deserve. Maybe because of this mysterious cocoon, I became a true half-saint and entered the ranks of the ultimate strong men below the saint. If I compete with others, I will have an absolute chance of winning."

The half-saint thought about the excitement, and could no longer suppress it. He looked around and jumped around, and fell lightly against the resistance of the sinkhole. He couldn't wait to reach out and grab the big cocoon, "I deserve a huge opportunity, come here..."

Bang!

Just as the half-saint was about to touch the cocoon with one hand, the cocoon cracked in response, cracking one after another, like the tangled spider.
Chapter completed!