Invincible Bloodline

The Void vibrated, and a 30 meter tall and 90 meter wide translucent door appeared in midair.    

This spatial door was a conservative estimate. It could allow a hundred geniuses to pass through at once. However, it was still a little too small for the twenty-six thousand plus participants. It was likely that they would need to be transported hundreds of times before they could complete the teleportation.    

Just as many people thought that Son Of Monarch would open the second gateway, Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun stopped. The Tenglong Imperial City suppressed billions of demons, and these demons were constantly being used. They didn't want to break through the seal and return to the continent. It was just opening a door, but it was nothing. However, if there were too many, it might affect the seal. If that was the case, then those demons would break out of the seal. That would be a big deal.    

As demons that were personally sealed by the ancient Great Sovereign, the strength of these demons wasn't weak, especially in the lowest level of the Demonic Space. The great demons that were imprisoned there were all quasi emperors.    

Of course, the ones that the geniuses were going to enter weren't the lowest level. The most powerful ones were the peak demon emperors. Otherwise, they wouldn't be hunting for demons. They would be throwing their lives away for nothing. Even the ten great Seeded Evildoer would only die in the face of those quasi Emperor demons.    

. . .    

"The spatial gate has been opened. All participating geniuses, quickly enter the Demonic Space!"    

In the next moment. . .    

"Boom!" Boom!" Boom! . . .    

Colorful Glazed Lights continuously erupted from the spatial gateway. Groups after groups of participating geniuses passed through the spatial gateway and entered the Demonic Space!    

After the time it took to make a cup of tea.    

The last group of participants entered the spatial gate. In an instant, the thirty meter tall spatial gate disappeared without a trace.    

Right at this moment. . . . . . .    

Son Of Monarch, Shang Tianxun, was seen. * Hong Long. . . . . . * Son Of Monarch waved his hand and a thousand feet tall Hologram appeared in the air. Divine light circulated and a row of bright big words appeared on top of the Hologram.    

On top of the Hologram, there were the words' Zhen Wu Holy Place '- Zhen Wuxuan.    

And underneath these big words, there was a row of numbers, 16,683.    

After Zhen Wuxuan was Long Wushuang, the Saint of Holy Land Of True Dragon, 13,122.    

Below Long Wushuang. . . It was the Yao Chi Holy Land's Holy Virgin Bi Yao, 10,872.    

. . .    

One by one, names appeared on the list. There was a total of 1,000 names.    

When they saw the ranking board, countless experts in all directions burst into an uproar.    

"Son Of Genuine Force, Zhen Wuxuan, as expected of the direct descendant of the Great Emperor, the True Martial Great Emperor. He has awakened the bloodline of the Great Emperor. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he has accumulated so many points. He has almost surpassed the second Holy Son Of The True Dragon by half. It seems like the number one person in this elimination competition is none other than him! "    

"Humph! He said it a little too early! The elimination round will last for a month. It's still unknown who will be the one laughing till the end!! "    

" That's right! What's the big deal about being in the lead for a short period of time? The person who gets first place in the points is none other than my Holy Son Of The True Dragon! "    

"Bullsh * t! My Galaxy Saint Son is the strongest!"    

"Nonsense! My Holy Virgin is the strongest! "    

. . .    

The people of the Eight Great Sacred Grounds were arguing over who would be the first. The other Sect's attention was also focused on the number of people on the list.    

"Thirteen people from my Wuji Sect are on the list, not bad! Not bad!!"    

"Wuji, Old Ghost, it seems like my sect is still better than you. My sect has fifteen people on the list!"    

"Old man Tian Mu, don't be happy too early. Look, another person from our Wuji Sect has made it onto the roll!"    

. . .    

"Boom!" "Boom!" Boom! . . .    

On the ranking list, the names kept flashing. Every time the names flickered, the points would change.    

The changes in the top 100 were the fastest. Some of them were replaced by others in less than a breath's time as soon as they appeared on the ranking list.    

However, there were very few changes in the top ten rankings. The top ten Seeded Evildoer were firmly occupying the top ten positions, and no one could shake them.    

A dark horse, especially a dark horse that could challenge the top ten Seeded Evildoer, would not appear so easily.    

. . .    

Soon, two hours passed.    

Son Of Genuine Force and Zhen Wuxuan were still at the top of the list. The other nine Seeded Evildoer's ranking. More or less, there were some changes. Zhen Wuxuan was the only one who had remained the same from the beginning to the end. The fact that Zhen Wuxuan could be called the number one of the young generation was indeed unique.    

. . .    

In the Holy Ji Sect's camp.    

Confusion and doubt slowly climbed onto Yue Tianpeng and the others' faces. Strange? It had already been two hours, how could Yang Fann not be on the ranking list?    

Confused, extremely puzzled!    

With Yang Fann's cultivation base and strength, although he couldn't compare to the Ten Great Seeded Evildoer, He could definitely make it into the top hundred in the competition. Logically speaking, Yang Fann's name should have already been on the list. One should know that even Zhao Zheng and the other ten great true disciples. . . They were all on the list, and their rankings weren't low. The highest ranked Zhao Zheng was ranked 113. He put in more effort to make it into the top 100. It was absolutely not impossible.    

. . .    

Demonic Space, in a secret cave.    

Yue Tianpeng and the others were sitting cross-legged on the bluestone wall. Each of their hands was holding a piece of top-grade Gold Elemental Essence, the Crimson Origin Gold Essence. They were crazily devouring and refining it.    

After entering the Demonic Space, Yang Fann didn't immediately hunt for demons. Instead, he wanted to improve his own strength. Although he had been rushing for the past three months, Yang Fann didn't waste any time. He had been refining the five elemental spiritual items. At this moment, his Five-elemental Demon God Battle Body had already reached the peak of the Greater Success Stage, and was only a step away from the Great Perfection Stage.    

Yang Fann was confident that within twenty days, he would be able to break through to the Great Perfection Stage with his Five-elemental Demon God Battle Body. It wouldn't be a waste for him to sharpen his skills. Anyway, there was a month's time before the elimination round. Once his Five-elemental Demon God Battle Body reached the Perfection, his strength would surely soar. At that time, as long as Quasi-emperor Paragon didn't show up, he wouldn't be afraid of anyone!    

Besides, it would be more interesting to rob someone at that time!    

It was like raising a pig. Only when it was white and fat would it be easy to slaughter. If he started plundering now, how many points would he be able to obtain?!    

From the start, Yang Fann had already made up his mind. He wanted to kill the demon, and he would not let go of the points of those participating geniuses!!    

Greed was the original sin!    

In the end, the geniuses would not be able to avoid killing and plundering. This was the trend of the world!    

When Son Of Monarch and Shang Tianxun said that points could be exchanged for various precious treasures, all of this was already predetermined!    

. . .    

Three days later.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The golden divine light around Yang Fann's body suddenly expanded, faintly suppressing the other four divine lights!    

After absorbing and absorbing over a hundred top-grade golden spiritual objects, Yang Fann's Golden Absolute Combat Physique took the lead to break through to the Great Perfection Stage.    

In the next moment. . . . . .    

One Myriad Carrier Divine Wood Heart after another appeared in his hand. It was the metal element Perfection, and the next step was the wood element.    

. . .    

Tenglong Imperial City, Martial Arena.    

Holy Ji Sect's camp.    

"How could this be? It has been seven days, why hasn't Yang Fann's name been on the list yet?"    

"Could it be that Yang Fann has already. . . "    

"No! This is impossible! Yang Fann is a man with great luck. He is definitely not a premature man!"    

. . .    

An uneasy atmosphere lingered in the hearts of Yue Tianpeng and the others. It had been seven days. After seven whole days, Yang Fann had never appeared on the scoreboard in the sky.    

. . .    

Soon, another ten days passed.    

"Yang Fann, don't let anything happen to you!"    

"Thank you for your blessing, Ancestor. Please bless Yang Fann's safe return!"    

"Nothing will happen to him. His cousin's luck was as good as the heavens. He would definitely be fine! !! "    

. . .    

At this moment, the people of the Holy Ji Sect were in complete panic. If anything were to happen to Yang Fann. . . It would be a devastating blow to the Holy Ji Sect. Even Yue Tianpeng started to regret it. Why did he let Yang Fann participate in this Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle competition? With Yang Fann's Monstrous Talent, there was no need for him to take such a risk. He would become a Great Sovereign in the future. At most, he could only spend a little more time.    

Now, if anything bad happened to Yang Fann, he would be a sinner of the Sect!    

"God, please, you must protect Yang Fann!"    

. . .    

Twenty days later.    

Demonic Space, mysterious cave.    

"Rumble. . . "    

The dim earth element divine light that was suppressed by the four divine lights of metal, wood, water, and fire suddenly lit up.    

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