Chapter 75 The Prestige of the Great Sacred Realm

In the gray-white space, there were two figures, silent.

One is Master Xuan Yuan, standing still, with the presence of the old god, and the other is Chen Zong, whose mood is fluctuating like a tide.

What a great honor it is for the most powerful person in the Great Sacred Realm to open his mouth to accept disciples in person. Even though Chen Zong has rich experience and a better heart than ordinary people, he couldn't help but feel excited.

But despite being excited, Chen Zong calmed down slowly.

Although it is reasonable to say that I performed well in the competition for quotas in Lingwu Holy Land and finally won a quota, so it is reasonable and reasonable for Master Xuanyuan to accept him as a registered disciple, but I don't know why, but I still feel unbelievably unreal .

If you want to accept yourself as a disciple, why not let someone come and call yourself, but use this method.

Perhaps, it was Master Xuan Yuan's preference, after all, cultivators, especially those who are unpredictable, their preferences are difficult to understand.

But for some reason, Chen Zong was still a little puzzled.

If you have doubts in your heart, you should understand.

"Senior values ​​me, it's my honor." After some consideration, Chen Zong stared at Master Xuan Yuan seriously and said, "It's just, what price does this junior have to pay?"

Chen Zong's words were unavoidably rude, but this was a question in his heart, and Chen Zong would not ask obliquely, that was not his own style.

"There is indeed a small matter that needs your help." Master Xuan Yuan said with a smile: "For you, this matter is nothing more than a little effort."

"Senior, please tell me." Chen Zongdao, but his heart sank slightly. Sure enough, it was not that simple.

I'm afraid that it's incidental to value yourself, and it's true if you have something to do by yourself, and using a named disciple to seduce yourself, I'm afraid it's not a so-called trivial matter.

"I have two direct disciples, and one of them is the King of Chu." Master Xuan Yuan spoke again, but it made Chen Zong's heart sink even more: "The King of Chu has the blood of the royal family, and his talent is extraordinary. With the luck of the royal family, opportunities are needed."

"This time, it is a great achievement for you to win the quota of Lingwu Holy Land. This old man will never forget it."

"The old man not only wants to accept you as a disciple, but also imparts what he has learned all his life to you. You can also enter the royal treasure house and choose three treasures at will."

"And what you have to pay is just a place in the Holy Land of Lingwu, and give it to the king of Chu." Master Xuanyuan finally said, his eyes fell on Chen Zong immediately, and an indescribable pressure seemed to be the majesty of the heavens. So-so, Chen Zong was almost suffocated.

really!

Sure enough, it was not pure, it turned out to be for the quota of Lingwu Holy Land.

The Holy Land of Lingwu has only been opened once in a thousand years, and for me, there is only one chance to enter it. Such things are big things, big things, but to Master Xuan Yuan, they are just small things and have nothing to do with it. For such an important matter, Chen Zong immediately felt very shameless by doing this.

Fortunately, he was not dazzled by the surprise, and immediately became a teacher.

If you are a teacher, the meaning is different.

As a disciple, it is normal to obey the orders of the master.

The so-called master has something to do, and disciples do their best. This has been the case since ancient times. At that time, if Master Xuan Yuan asks for a place in the Lingwu Holy Land, it will be really difficult for him to refuse.

Fortunately, my intuition took effect again, and I asked clearly, otherwise, the consequences would be very serious.

"Thank you senior for valuing me, but I have always been alone since I practiced. I have become free and wild. If I worship under the senior's sect, I am afraid that the rules and reputation of the senior will be ruined." Chen Zong said calmly.

Such a statement, on the surface, is refusing to worship Master Xuanyuan as a teacher, but in fact it is refusing to give up the quota of Lingwu Holy Land.

Sure enough, Master Xuanyuan's complexion suddenly darkened, and Chen Zong's complexion also changed greatly, because, as Master Xuanyuan's complexion sank, the gray-white aura in all directions seemed to be angry, and became violent, exuding an astonishing The incomparably frightening momentum seemed to suppress and destroy Chen Zong, leaving no bones left.

The shocking horror went straight to the deepest part of Chen Zong's heart.

I saw the eyes of Master Xuan Yuan bursting out with a gleam of light, and he couldn't dodge the direct hit on Chen Zong. Chen Zong only felt the fire of his soul flickering suddenly, almost going out. Bound and imprisoned by the power of resistance.

Unable to move an inch, he could only stare wide-eyed, the eyeballs almost bulging out.

"Say, you voluntarily give up the quota of Lingwu Holy Land and hand it over to King Chu." Master Xuanyuan's eyes shone with a dark and deep light, as if a universe was vast and unfathomable. At the same time, Xuanyuan Between the opening and closing of the Master's lips, he slowly uttered a sentence, each word was permeated with an indescribable unique rhythm, constantly intruding into Chen Zong's mind, giving Chen Zong a feeling of being controlled by him and assimilated by him.

"can not say!"

"can not say!"

A thought, which was the last resistance, echoed endlessly in Chen Zong's mind.

Chen Zong had a feeling that once he uttered that sentence, it would become a fact, like a golden rule, and at that time, Lingwu Holy Land would have nothing to do with him.

This quota is what I have put in a lot of hard work, wandering on the edge of life and death, and competing with many peerless geniuses to finally get it. It is a great opportunity, how can I give it to others and cut off my own opportunity.

can not say!

Absolutely not!

Chen Zong was resisting and fighting, but he was horrified to find that the idea of ​​resistance in his mind was gradually weakening with the passage of time, and instead, he wanted to speak.

Opening his mouth, Chen Zong's mouth trembled slightly, he wanted to say that sentence, but he struggled to hold back.

This feeling is extremely uncomfortable, extremely tormented, and unprecedented. It is a kind of struggle and struggle that originates from the soul and the mind, and it is many times more dangerous than the direct confrontation of the body.

hang on!

No matter what, be sure to hold on.

Although, maybe, I can't last long and I have to compromise, but now, I can still fight and never give up.

Never give up!

Since I have been practicing, I have experienced countless dangers and wandered on the edge of life and death many times. I have never given up, and I have never thought of giving up. I won't before, I won't this time, and I won't in the future.

hang on!

The extremely strong belief erupted, and immediately, the almost extinguished soul fire ignited in an instant and became vigorous.

Sensing the change in Chen Zong's belief, Master Xuan Yuan's eyes became darker and deeper.

What came this time was not his body, but only a small part of his thoughts. If not, how could a mere Saint Realm have the power to resist.

But even so, Master Xuan Yuan's underwear was very surprising.

I am the most powerful person in the Great Sacred Realm, and the gap between him and the Holy Realm is like that ant and a giant elephant. Even if it is just a thought, there is still a gap between a kitten and a tiger, and he can't subdue the opponent in a short time .

Really unusual.

It's a pity, if it wasn't for the child of Chu Wangshi, this kind of talent, I would be very tempted to accept him as a personal disciple.

But now that this is the case, there is absolutely no reason to stop. As long as the other party says to give up the quota, the matter will be done. As for the other party's fate, it is natural that the soul will be damaged. They can still practice in the future, but it will not be as good as before.

In other words, if Chen Zong said what Master Xuanyuan wanted this time, his soul would be wounded irreparably. Tianjiao became just an ordinary genius.

Although in the way of cultivation, character is very important, hard work is very important, and opportunity is very important, but talent is also very important.

If one does not have a high enough innate talent, it is difficult to understand and comprehend it when one obtains a brilliant inheritance, and one's cultivation progresses slowly and subtlely, and it is difficult to see the mystery even when one dies.

This is like two people, one with a good family background and the other with an ordinary background. They both do the same career, work the same hard and pay the same amount, but the person with a family background can often make it bigger and bigger. Strong, achieved impressive achievements, but without the help of family background, the other person can only rely on his own efforts to suffer slowly.

Master Xuan Yuan's actions like this are cutting off Chen Zong's way of cultivation.

hang on!

No matter what, you must hold on. If you can't hold on, it will be extremely bad consequences.

Chen Zong's face was distorted, and the corners of his eyes were overflowing with blood, which flowed down the corners of his eyes, looking very scary.

I can't stand it anymore!

Chen Zong knew that his resistance had reached its limit. Compared with the most powerful people in the Great Sacred Realm, the gap was still too large, just like the firefly compared to the bright moon.

"Xuan Yuan, the most powerful person in the Great Saint Realm, this kind of behavior is too despicable."

Suddenly, a voice exploded like a divine thunder that opened up the world. With a bit of anger, the terrifying power of Peiran Moyu descended from the sky in an instant, and it struck the gray-white space directly with a blow like a big hand tearing the sky. open tear.

Open up the world!

It's really like opening up the world, it's extremely terrifying, it's extremely frightening.

The gray-white void was torn and shattered, trampled and destroyed mercilessly.

Such a change, beyond Master Xuan Yuan's expectation, the darkness in the depths of his eyes also disappeared in an instant, Chen Zong only felt that the shackles in his soul also disappeared, and the whole person could no longer hold on, and fell into the darkness , as if constantly sinking, falling into an endless abyss.

"Xuantian, don't meddle in your own business!" Master Xuanyuan said angrily. It was about to succeed, but it was destroyed because of Xuantian God's attack. Master Xuanyuan felt unspeakable anger in his heart.

"This son is the general of my Xuantian Legion, the peerless arrogance of my Xuantian Legion. It is his ability and good luck to get the place of Lingwu Holy Land. How could you covet it?" As if the sky was collapsing, he blasted Master Xuanyuan's body of thought mercilessly with anger.

boom!

After all, Master Xuanyuan did not come in person, but just a body with concentrated thoughts. How could he resist the enraged Xuantian general? He was immediately crushed and completely disappeared.

The moment that thought was crushed, a terrifying aura shot up into the sky from the deepest part of the Xuanyuan royal family. The aura was full of annoyance and anger, as if it was about to shatter the sky. Everyone feels horrified, oppressed like a storm is coming.