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Because of the arrival of Sang Heng, this storm had completely subsided.

At the same time, the previously inconspicuous Zhou Qing also became the focus of attention.

Many of the people who dared to argue with a Mage expert, and even get favored by the Master, had their thoughts rise. Many of the Mages were secretly sending messages to their disciples, thinking of ways to get close to Zhou Qing and build a good relationship with him.

If one could also obtain the appreciation of a true person, it would be like a carp leaping over a dragon gate.

However, there were also quite a few people who would glance at Zhou Qing from time to time with fiery eyes.

Not to mention the fact that the latter possessed Blood Bodhi and Bodhi Tree, these two coveted treasures. If he was favored by a Daoist Master, how could he not have a few valuable treasures on him?

In the eyes of these people, Zhou Qing was a walking treasure mountain!

Zhou Qing knew what these people were thinking about, so he couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to them. He found a secluded place and waited quietly for the start of the Large Competition.

"Brother Song, I am Yuwen Jie from Yuwen Clan, how about I become a friend?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in his ears. Zhou Qing looked up and saw Yuwen Jie smiling brilliantly.

"Song Changqing."

Zhou Qing's heart skipped a beat, but his expression was as indifferent as if he didn't want anyone to get close to him.

Yuwen Jie had a thick skin and didn't care about this. He smiled as he came over: "Brother Song, you and I had met in the Ten Thousand Devil Cave before. At that time, you kicked me. Do you remember?"

Zhou Qing kept his composure and nodded slightly, but inwardly, he couldn't help but laugh.

Yuwen Jie's temperament was extremely familiar. When he saw Zhou Qingken respond to him, he immediately opened up a conversation.

"When I saw Brother Song in the Ten Thousand Devil Cave, I felt that he was extraordinary. He was extremely domineering, and all of his heroic deeds were admirable."

"I have always disliked the Lan family. If it were not for him being in control everywhere, he would have been like Brother Song and would have gone on a rampage!"

"Look at that old bastard Lan Yuan's face. He's still acting like he ate a dead fly even now. He's so f * cking venting his anger, haha …"

"Brother Song, your style of conduct is very similar to an old friend of mine …" I really miss that guy! "

As he spoke, Yuwen Jie's tone was a bit dejected, and a cold look appeared on his face.

It had been a long time since he had heard this fellow's blabbering. Previously, Zhou Qing had thought him to be rather annoying, but now, listening to him now, his heart was filled with warmth.

"Oh right, Brother Song, after entering the Xumi Realm, are you interested in becoming a big shot?"

After a moment of silence, Yuwen Jie suddenly thought of something. He came close to Zhou Qing's ear and whispered mysteriously.

"What is it?"

Zhou Qing raised an eyebrow. What was this idiot trying to do now?

"After we get in, we'll work together to deal with that disciple from the Black Heaven Sect. It'd be best if we could break his legs so that he won't be able to make it in time!"

Yuwen Jie grinned fiendishly and said in a low voice, "The competition ends eight days from now. The Xumi World opens and the Lan Family participants have yet to finish climbing up the road. Do you think that old bastard Lan Yuan's expression will be any better?"

As Zhou Qing listened, his expression became increasingly strange.

Why did this fellow have the exact same thoughts as that little girl Su Leng?

However, he had just killed two Mysterious Sky Sect elites, so he only needed to defeat them. There was no need for him to do anything else.

Seeing Zhou Qing shake his head without saying a word, Yuwen Jie also lost interest. After exchanging a few more words, he also left and began to adjust his condition.

Once the spatial realm opened, it would be a race against time. Everyone had to seize every second they could, quickly adjusting their condition to the peak.

While Zhou Qing and the others were meditating, the spirit realm competition was already in full swing on the other side.

The rules were almost the same as the ranking battles in the ancient monument. The participants would draw lots to determine the opponent's ranking. The victor would advance, and the loser would be eliminated.

The battles of the spirit realm were a test of one's basic skills. Most of them were close combat and were quite intense.

Zhou Qing took a few glances and realized that Yi Jin, a disciple from the Ancient Tablet Sect, was holding a black iron monument. With his tyrannical physical strength and the power of the monument, he was able to defeat his opponent in three rounds in a row and quickly entered the top ten rankings.

What truly surprised Zhou Qing was Lan Ningxia.

This fellow seemed to possess some sort of secret technique. His current aura was several times stronger than before, and he had basically stepped into the realm of the Soul Condensation stage.

Relying on his spiritual energy that was several times more powerful than his opponent, Lan Ningxia was able to crush his way to the top 10.

When nightfall arrived, the spirit realm competition was completely over.

Yi Jin unexpectedly rushed to the sixth place position, but his luck was bad. Facing that Li family disciple, he wasn't a match for him and lost in the end.

As for Lan Ningwen, he relied on his dense spirit energy to rush forward and defeat the Yuwen Clan's contestant to obtain third place.

As a whole, there were no surprises in the spirit realm competition. The top four places were all taken up by the disciples of the four great families.

When the opening of the spirit realm ended, the atmosphere in the arena not only didn't diminish, but became even more fervent.

A fight to open the spirit realm was just an appetizer, what was more exciting was the clash between the powerful mages of the various powers!

Very soon, a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe walked into the arena. His name was Lin Ming, and he was a peak Spirit Realm expert. He was also the elder of the Profound Heaven Sect who was guarding the North City.

As Lin Long entered the arena, his eyes swept across the arena. With a distinct smile on his well-defined face, he said, "Everyone, the next stage is the Spirit Realm competition!"

"The competition of the Spirit Realm is the same as before. The opponents will be decided by drawing lots to compete in the arena. However, there is no need for everyone to worry about the issue of safety. "

As he spoke to here, Lin Long's expression suddenly became solemn. He opened his mouth and solemnly said, "Elder Chihuo, please help!"

"But …"

As Lin Long's voice faded, an aged voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

This voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens. It was ethereal and filled with immortal energy, yet it sounded exceptionally clear.

Many of the mages present, upon hearing this voice, had solemn expressions and bowed slightly.

"Crimson Fire …" It's Mysterious Sky Sect's Daoist Master Chi Huo! "

Someone said in a low voice with an extremely excited and respectful expression.

Everyone present was shocked.

Yet another Mortal Realm expert!

Daoist Master was the most pinnacle existence on the Profound Heaven Continent, and was also known as "Worldly Immortal".

How could these people not be excited after witnessing the appearance of two Worldly Immortals in such a short period of time?

Buzz.

At the same time, the space trembled as a strange fluctuation appeared out of nowhere, instantly enveloping the dozens of arenas in the arena.

A transparent barrier instantly appeared at the edge of the arena. This barrier was set up by a person himself. Even if two powerful mages were to fight with all their might, it would still be difficult to break through!

"Thank you, Elder Chi Huo."

Lin Long bowed once more in thanks, but Adept Crimson Fire seemed to have already left, not responding at all.

Lin Long turned to the side and smiled to the mages, who were already on the verge of moving. "Everyone, you can draw your lots. The competition will now begin."

Zhou Qing and the other Soul Condensation cultivators all opened their eyes and looked at the dozens of arenas.

Watching the mages collide with each other was also a chance for some people. If they could gain some insights, it would be beneficial for them in the future when they could break into the Spirit Realm.

"Old devil of the Lan family, don't lose too early. I'm waiting to fight you!"

Su Mu was the first to take a step forward. Laughing loudly, he released a tyrannical aura, causing many mages' faces to change.

In the opening of the spirit realm competition, the ancient monument had already been defeated, so this battle was also a match of points.

He could only win, he couldn't lose!

"Reckless fellow!"

Lan Yuan's face was pitch-black as he coldly snorted. The Fa Li in his body surged as he released his aura of a peak Spirit Realm expert.

"Amitabha."

A monk wearing a red cassock and with a gold border on his wrist, he took out a string of red sandalwood beads. His entire body glowed with a golden light, just like the legendary Buddha.

This was the second ranked host of the Hundred Immortal Sects, the Golden Mountain Temple.

"Monk Xuan, put away your lackey's Buddhist verses. If you want to fight, then fight. What's the use of wasting words!"

The tall and sturdy black faced man didn't show any fear. He laughed and stood up. The sharp scimitar in his hand clanged loudly as his killing intent boiled.

The sect head of the Cold Knife Dock that ranked eighth in the Hundred Families Immortal Gate, Zhao Yan!

Under the fiery gazes of the crowd, the battle between Spirit Realm cultivators finally began!

In a showdown between experts, no superfluous words were exchanged. After the opponents were decided upon by drawing lots, the battle instantly began.

Su Mu was the first to show off his might. He didn't even use his Golden Tablet Magic Tool. His pair of large palms glittered with a golden light, causing his opponent to cough out large mouthfuls of blood.

On the other side, Lan Yuan was also relaxed and carefree. As he waved his sword, the sword Qi weaved through his opponent's arm, winning the battle instantly.

The hundreds of mages in the immortal gate weren't all peak experts like Su Mu and the four clan leaders. Many of them were only at the Spirit Realm Initial and Middle stage. They weren't a match for these peak-level experts in just three moves.

The competition had continued with great momentum, but it had ended very quickly. Two hours later, the top ten had been decided.

As expected, the strong would always be strong, and the four great clans would all be promoted. After them would be the ancient monuments and Golden Mountain Temple. These were already the top cultivation sects.

The only thing that happened was that the 9th rank of the Celestial Gate, the Sunset Valley, was taken down by another Celestial Gate and lost its position in front of the Door of Immortality.

After the top ten were decided, the participants from the immortal gate's hundred clans could challenge the four great clans. If they won, they could replace them. If they lost, their rankings would remain the same.

Su Mu stood proudly on the stage. His long hair was slightly loose, and a golden light surrounded his body, making him look like a demon.

Boom.

Su Mu clenched his fist and the golden monument appeared. He pointed to Lan Yuan, the head of the Lan Clan, and said, "Elder Lin, I challenge the Lan Clan!"

"Sure."

Lin Long nodded his head. As his gaze landed on Su Mu, fear surged within his eyes.

The tyrannical strength displayed by this person today was something that even he was somewhat afraid of.

"Old bastard from the Lan family, die!"

With permission, Su Mu let out a hearty laugh. His body rushed out, penetrated through the barrier and instantly appeared in the sky above the arena where Lan Yuan was.

The enormous golden monument was lifted high up and as the golden mana surged, it smashed down towards Lan Yuan!

Lan Yuan's expression was sinister as he swung his sword. At the same time as he swung the monument, he clenched his left hand. His mana surged and a dark blue shadow of a giant fist instantly formed as he punched forward.

"Nine Styles of the Profound Tablet, Ground-shattering!"

Su Mu did not show any fear. He let out a loud laugh as the golden monument in his hand emitted a dazzling light. In the blink of an eye, dozens of identical golden tablets appeared.

Bang!

Lan Yuan's expression changed slightly as he brandished his long sword. A gigantic sword beam formed and slashed horizontally towards Su Mu.

At this moment, the hundreds of thousands of spectators in the arena all felt the surging of the Spiritual Aura within the world. They were extremely shocked.

Even if there was a barrier set up by a person, it would still be able to cause the spiritual energy to surge. This was a true top-notch Mage expert!

The golden monument burst apart. The moment the golden monument Su Mu was holding crashed into the sword beam, an earth-shattering explosion occurred!