C2185 Qing Yun Sect

In the end, the young genius of the dragon clan's branch team was controlled by Long Yan in this manner.

"Let me ask you now, are you people of the dragon race? "Tell me everything about your family and your family." Long Yan did not dare delay any further, and directly asked.

That man's mind was in a trance, and his eyes had even become incomparably hollow, no longer having the same expression as before.

Afterwards, he said, "We are from the Eastern Emperor Region, but we have the blood of dragons, and when the dragon race came to Dark Yin Devil City, they brought us here. The Long Clan has countless small branches like the Dragon Clan of our Eastern Emperor Region, so we heard that they were sent by their elders when they had the opportunity to compete for the Psionic Fruit of 10 000 Years.

Long Yan was more or less clear about the range of the dragon race's strength, and asked: "Very good, looks like you are considered an elite genius in your family, tell me your identity, I am not interested in the others."

"My name is Long Chen, and I'm 421 years old this year. I'm at the peak of the Sixth Stage of Divine Martial Spirit, and my hometown is in the Eastern Imperial City. Although it's not a big city, there are still around 50 million people in the city."

Long Yan looked at the identity badge hanging on his waist, and directly took it.

"Enough. This information is enough for me to enter and qualify to participate. So, you can go and die."

After Long Yan finished speaking, the heaven shaking, earth-shattering divine sword that had transformed into a sword pierced through his head.

This small squad was somehow miraculously killed, and Long Yan quickly took care of the situation and quickly escaped.

Looking at the medallion in his hand, Long Yan smiled and poured his clan's bloodline into it. From now on, Long Yan's identity would be Long Chen.

Presumably, this brat could be considered a little genius in their Eastern Imperial City, which was why he had the qualifications to compete for the Psionic Fruit of 10 000 Years.

No matter what, Long Yan had his own identity now, so he tied the order badge on his waist and rushed towards the death pit, delaying less than an hour. Of course, after Long Yan killed Long Chen, he had also instantly stored all of his Water God Pearl s inside, other than a few tens of thousands of Divine Crystals, there were also a few cultivation techniques and various miraculous pills and medicine. Long Yan casually flipped through one of the battle skills, comprehended a little, and at that time, if he wanted to use it, it could completely prove that he was a true Dragon Clan member.

He believed that his identity would not be seen through, since Long Yan himself had the blood of the dragon clan, and the Emperor disciples who had gone through the examination would not question the warriors below the Sixth Stage of Divine Martial Spirit too much, because these warriors with low realms were only there to make up the number of people.

Of course, this could not be said, if one was weak, they would not have a chance to obtain it, maybe their luck would be good, but in short, if there was a chance, they would give it all to the Emperor.

Long Yan thought that this was the perfect opportunity for him to come into contact with the other seven great sects of the Dark Yin Devil City, who were the elite geniuses.

After the Da Jin family was destroyed, there were only seven big powers left. Of course, in the Dark Yin Devil City, with the dragon race as a branch, Long Yan had heard from Long Chen's memories that their branch dragon race was not the strongest in the Eastern Imperial City, but the city lord that was in charge of them was from the Qing Yun Sect.

However, Long Yan had already avoided it at a distance and could no longer afford to waste any time. There was about a day worth of time before he could successfully arrive, but this was already considered to be the latest.

Only through registration would they be able to enter the death pit. If they did not register, then there would be no achievements, and any accidents that happened to any warriors would be recorded after they came out.

According to the map that Long Chen's Water God Pearl had found, the Desolate Lands, it would be much easier for Long Yan to find the Qing Yun Sect.

This small map was specially made for him by an elder of the Long Chen family. It was a pity that such a talented person like him had no choice but to kill him, otherwise, he would not be able to obtain this identity.

Looking at the markings on the map, Long Yan was determined.

"It seems like the distance is not far. From this position, it belongs to a camp of the Qing Yun Sect. I believe that there will be many experts guarding that place."

Like a flash of lightning, he transformed into a flash of light. It had already been six and a half days, and there was still half a day left. He even had to miss the last two days of registration.

Long Yan was extremely anxious. There were too many warriors participating this time, probably over a million of them already, so Long Yan had to put in more effort than others. Even if he used Soul Explosion Stage Level 3, he still had to obtain the Psionic Fruit of 10 000 Years.

He could not bear to see Jin Xuanmeng, just a single flower, wither right in front of her eyes. She should be very young, she still had a long way to go.

"I must hurry, I must hurry. If I cannot, then I will have to force my way in. However, that is my last resort, my last resort."

After all, Long Yan had lost contact with the two great Martial Dao Sovereign here, so he couldn't be careless.

"Go. No matter what, I will save you. I absolutely cannot watch you die like this." He wouldn't give up until the very last moment.

Long Yan continued to use the Heavenly Soul Concealment and then Long Ni. No matter what, as long as there was a sliver of a chance, he would seize it.

After using the last of the primordial spirit s for half a day, Long Yan's face had become extremely red. This was the first time he was rushing with all his might, and for a woman who had such a deep relationship with him.

Within the barren wasteland world, weeds and forests were flying through the air.

Wherever he passed by, a strong wind blew. Even though Jin Xuanmeng's eyes were closed, she could completely feel what efforts she put in for her.

It was a pity that she didn't even have the strength to talk anymore. If that was the case, then in the end, she still failed.

Finally, after the blazing sun had set above the blue sky and swept across the flat ground, Long Yan went over a small hill and saw the camp of the Qing Yun Sect below him, the registration point.

However, at this time, there were only a few Qing Yun Sect warriors guarding that place, and there were no signs of any registration staff. Moreover, in the middle of the dozens of registration martial artists stood a burly middle-aged man with a face full of stubble and a mole on the corner of his lips.

Long Yan heaved a sigh of relief. As long as the sun had not completely set, there was still time. So after taking a deep breath, Long Yan quickly rushed towards the Qing Yun Sect.

Qing Yun Sect could be considered the biggest power in Eastern Imperial City, but compared to the big powers of Dark Yin Devil City, they were way inferior. Even so, the warriors guarding the registration site of Qing Yun Sect were all at least above Fifth Stage of Divine Martial Spirit Rankers.

With this kind of strength, Long Yan could easily kill him in an instant, but this registration site might have an even stronger expert protecting it, so Long Yan did not dare to be rash.