Fantasy: The Heavenly Dao revolves around me

That magnificent ancient city is the entrance to the tomb of Jianxuan.
The thousands of figures present were all staring at the ancient city with fanatical eyes, and the city gate, which was several hundred meters high, was open. Although they are far apart, everyone can see the scene in the ancient city, and the city wall with a height of more than 100 meters is like a beast that has been sleeping since ancient times. .
From time to time, the incomparably dark city towers flickered with scarlet blood, and a heart-pounding aura spread over the sky.
The tomb is really a tomb…
No matter how magnificent the city is, it still cannot hide its essence as a place where bones are buried.
But, don’t say that the city just looks ominous, even if it is a devil’s cave that eats people and doesn’t spit out bones, the practitioners present are still rushing… And at this moment, some practitioners who respond quickly have realized that , the time to compete for the spot has come!
Swish! Swish!
One after another silhouettes rushed out like a long rainbow in an instant, rushing towards the magnificent giant gate, and the practitioners who were a bit slower reacted and quickly started to leave.
The situation on the plain suddenly became chaotic.
More than 6,000 people competed for 400 places. Naturally, the means of these people could not be peaceful. One after another spiritual power fluctuations immediately erupted in the crowd, sword shadows and blood lights flew, and all kinds of shocks appeared. The plains roared and vibrated, and in some places there was even a terrifying poisonous mist.
However, in just a few breaths, the entire plain had become an Asura field full of blood and blood. Every second, a large number of figures fell to the ground, howling miserably.
This scene brought a lot of shock to the little saint who didn’t eat fireworks.
Just in order to be able to enter the secret realm and compete for the place of inheritance, the group of cultivators in front of them can be said to have thoroughly practiced the law of the strong eating the weak.
interesting……
The world in the middle of the Zhongruo Continent is not friendly, and the remote and backward place below is not necessarily simple. In the final analysis, there is no essential difference between the two, the only difference is the difference in the level of power.
A group of cultivators did not waste too much time in the competition. As one after another silhouette rushed into the dark city gate, a scarlet majestic spiritual force was suddenly released from the city tower at a certain moment, turning into the sky. The dancing thunder and lightning roared down and blocked the city gate, making the faces of many practitioners who were only a step away from the city gate extremely ugly.
“The quota is full, and the city gates have begun to close.”
“Damn it—! It’s almost that much!!”
“Tang Sheng! Treacherous villain, I must kill you!!”
“Damn…!”
At this moment, the plain was full of blood, and the cultivators who failed to win the quota naturally had ugly faces. They looked at the city gates that could no longer be approached, and their eyes were extremely unwilling.
Some people also looked towards Lu Wuyong and the others.
Because these people have the “key”, they can directly enter the tomb of Jianxuan without participating in the competition, so they all look leisurely, as if they are watching the jokes of these people.
There are many practitioners with gloomy eyes, perhaps hesitating whether to grab the “key”, but when they think of the power behind these people and their own cultivation, they still don’t dare to act rashly.
“Little prince, then I will use the “key” next. ”
“Um.”
Although Lu Wuyong and others were watching the jokes of the cultivators, before Fu Yong…or Fang Mingjing left, none of them dared to act rashly.
The “key” hidden in Jianxuan’s tomb is a dark token. When Fu Yong took it out of the storage ring and injected spiritual power, the token immediately radiated light, releasing a barrier to shield Fu Yong and Fang. Ming Jing and Jiang Muqin were enveloped.
“This way, you can directly enter the back of the city gate.”
Fu Yong explained.
He then walked all the way ahead, leading Fang Mingjing and Jiang Muqin to the magnificent black ancient city.
The ban at the city gate really did not hinder them.
It wasn’t until the three of them passed the rear of the restriction that Lu Wuyong, the woman in the black dress, and the others followed.
However, just as they walked towards the tower with the “key”, among the practitioners on the side, a figure in a black cloak walked out and approached them directly…  
“Why, even a scumbag wants to—”
Bang!
When the young man who had been called Senior Brother Su by the girl in the black dress earlier saw him approaching, a frivolous smile appeared on his face, and the next second he was thrown over by the man in the black robe with one hand, bursting into a cloud of blood.
Lu Wuyong and the others were stunned.
Their steps stopped, and they looked at the black-robed man in disbelief with a panicked expression.
But the other party ignored them, justPicking up the token as a key from the pile of blood mist, a pair of dark eyes under the cloak looked at the location of the city tower with haze.
“Holy Son Chongxiao…”
His icy voice was filled with unforgettable hatred, and the token in his hand rattled under his unconscious squeeze, almost crushing it.
But he managed to control his emotions in the end. Just as he sent spiritual power to the token in his hand to activate it, and turned around to enter the interior of Jianxuan’s tomb, a cold shout from the back exploded like thunder:
“Shuzi, how dare you!?”
Hearing these angry words, and when he felt the aura coming from behind approaching rapidly, a sneer appeared on the face of the black-robed man.
“Beyond your own strength.”
He raised his hand and waved it, and the incomparably powerful fluctuations of spiritual power instantly crushed the opponent into a blood mist… After seeing this scene off guard, Lu Wuyong and the others almost fell to the ground without legs, their faces full of faces. panic.
——If they were not mistaken, the one who turned into blood mist just now was an elder in the White Feather Sect, a real person in the realm of condensing the truth! To be blown up with such a slap? !
Such a terrifying killing god actually wants to enter the Jianxuan tomb with them to participate in the competition, how do you want them to play! ?
“…”
After slapping the elders of the White Feather Sect to death, the black-robed man left in no hurry, as if he had thought of something, he sneered and turned around: “Listen, you guys, we will enter the tomb later. Come to me as soon as possible, I have something for you to do… otherwise, everyone will die!”
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It seems that the six hundred chapters are not far away.