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Behind Wan Wuji was an immortal dressed in a red dress with the appearance of a young woman. The young woman smiled and said, "Young men and women. I hope you don't try to be brave in the Source Secret Realm, after all only the top ten can be directly accepted as outer sect disciples. So please cherish your own life. As long as you display enough potential and talent, even if you don't enter the top ten, we can still recruit you into our sect. However, the prerequisite for all of this is for you to survive. A genius who has died is no longer a genius. "1

At this moment, a blood-robed Immortal was also flying through the air. The blood-robed Immortal looked excessively young. He was about the same appearance as the young lady on the ground — seventeen or eighteen years old. This was an immortal that looked like a young girl, so naturally, she wasn't that young. She was the one who had the skill to retain her looks.

The young girl that looked like an immortal, said coldly: "I have a different opinion from Sister Gong. The strong grew up fighting and killing. I am Xue Qingyi, the outer elder of the Blood Cloth Sect. I have a special entry for the disciples outside the Blood Cloth Sect. I promise you, during the three days in the Origin Secret Realm, the one who kills the most will be specially recruited by me as an outer disciple of the Blood Cloth Sect. "

"Little Xue." You're going against your sister and me again. I advocate for talented people, but you are still the same as the Blood Cloth Sect. Do you know that just a single word from you will cause the killing of over a thousand youths and young girls? Perhaps many good seedlings will die because of your promise to others. " The deity that looked like a young woman said angrily.

As for the Blood Cloth Immortal, Xue Qingyi, she said with a cold smile, "The flowers in the greenhouse are not for show after all. No matter how much of a genius they were, they were just trash. What we need are strong people, not young flowers. "That's why I'll definitely take in the genius with the greatest amount of killings."

"You little girl. It's pissing me off! " The deity that looked like a young woman was so humiliated that she became angry. She immediately pointed at Xue Qingyi's finger and said.

However, Xue Qingyi did not show any weakness and said, "Sister Gong. Your cultivation is indeed a level higher than mine. However, if we were to fight, I, Xue Qingyi, am not afraid of you nor anyone else present. Our Blood Cloth Sect has walked out of a mountain of blades, a sea of blood, and a sea of dried up bones. Our Bloodstained Sect is the strongest in actual combat. "

"Qingyi. When did your Blood Cloth Sect become the strongest? Those from my Skysword Sect naturally won't accept this. The way of the sword in our Skysword Sect is unrivalled in the world. In terms of killing, it should be the strongest amongst all the sword immortals in our Heavenly Sword Sect. " At this time, a man with a light as sharp as a sword unsheathed from its scabbard walked in the air and spoke to Xue Qingyi as he took a few steps forward.

On the other hand, Xue Qingyi said loudly: "Others are afraid of you, Madman Jian, but I, Xue Qingyi, am not. Why don't you and I fight a match here? This way, the winner will be the loser, the strong will be the loser, and the weak will be the victor. "

"Great!" How could I, a sword madman, be afraid of a woman like you? If you want to fight, then fight. " The man with the sword also spoke without backing down.

At this moment, both of their voices were filled with a threatening and aggressive tone. Both of them were extremely proud and conceited people. They all had one thing in common, which was that they looked down on everyone.

"Alright!" Alright! Stop messing around, our eight sects should share the same intentions. And this time, we were not sent out to fight amongst ourselves, but to preside over the war for the Hundred Kingdoms and select the best geniuses from the eight sects, instilling them with fresh blood. " At this time, a skinny old immortals who looked like he was an old man shouted loudly.

This skinny old man was a bit short and old. Amongst the eight Immortals, he was the most ordinary and inconspicuous. However, after he spoke those words, the expressions of the other seven Immortals all changed. One by one, they began to size up the old man. The old man they looked at had the same gaze, and that was fear. That's right. The seven Immortals were all wary of this old Immortal.

At this time, the blood robed girl, Xue Qingyi, coldly snorted and said: "I'll give face to Shangguan elder brother." Crazy Swordsman, I'm not going to fight you today. When we return to the sect after the competition for the 100 nations is over, you and I will fight again. Do you dare to fight? "

"Why not? "How could I, the sword madman, be afraid of a battle." The man with the sword was crazy, he said, and started laughing out loud. His laughter contained three points of boldness, three points of confidence, three points of excitement and one point of expectation.

As for Wan Wuji, he looked at the old man meaningfully. The sect behind this old man might not be the strongest of the eight sects, but it was the oldest and most mysterious. Moreover, the old man's cultivation was higher than his, and his age of becoming an Earthly Immortal was the longest among the eight people present. The old man's background was indeed not something the seven of them could compare to. Thus, the seven of them were very fearful and very respectful of the old man.

He was an immortal who looked like a dull young man. He said in a somewhat robotic voice, "It is not the time for you all to bicker. Now, the eight of us will work together to open the two Void Secret Realms. It is more important that we allow these people to enter. "

Afterwards, Wan Wuji, Old Master, the sword madman, Xue Qingyi and the other deities all nodded in unison. Indeed, the purpose of the sects sending them was to host the competition for the Hundred Countries, to select disciples for the sects, and to instill fresh blood in them.

Wan Wuji took the lead and said loudly: "The heaven and earth are divided into Yin and Yang, and the Yin and Yang transform into the five elements. "Five Elements Immortal Energy, open for me!"

The sword madman raised his head to the sky and roared, "Sacrificing a flying sword can kill the enemy for a thousand miles. A flying sword is in my heart. "Open for me!"

Xue Qingyi said in a cold and clear voice, "A pile of dried bones. The sea of blood is boundless. I will use the heart of slaughter to slaughter all Immortals in the world. "Open for me!"

The young woman that looked like the Immortal Master surnamed Gong said in a pleasant voice, "A piece of ice. The jade girl, Bing Qing, used her pure jade body to drive away the filth of this world. "Open for me!"

The stiff young immortal continued to speak in his mechanical voice, "The puppets are thousands of, and with the power that can sweep through thousands of enemies, they will attack everything, kill everything, and sweep away everything!" "Open for me!"

A middle-aged man with a fierce face shouted in a deep voice, "The evil aura will be infused with my body. My blood is boiling, the evil aura will soar to the sky and I can devour all the stars. "Open for me!"

Just then, a sturdy man with a curved saber on his back spoke out, "Blade user, Hundred Soldiers King, invincible in battle, invincible in battle, invincible in battle! "Open for me!"

In the end, the skinny old man said in an extremely calm manner, "If my heart and soul are not destroyed, then I will not die. Three souls arose, seven souls rotated, and the Dao of the Soul became Eternal. "Open for me!"

At this moment, the eight Immortals were each mumbling words that were directed at their own dao hearts. All sorts of Immortal energy surged within their bodies as they all shot towards the same spot in the sky.

At the same time, the celestial spiritual energy of the eight people attacked together, the void was indeed torn apart to reveal a hole the size of a person.

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