Su Changqing watched Ji Feng being burned to death by the sky fire. At the same time, a ray of light lit up in the sky, showing his name. "Su Changqing: Killed 19 people, ranked 25th in the first heaven! Ranked 1,301st in the ninth heaven!" The map of mountains, rivers, and states, which integrates thousands of things, can be said to be an independent world, comparable to the size of the first heaven. There was a red light flashing in his pupils, and dark clouds gathered above the sky. A red sun emerged, overlooking the four directions. This is Su Changqing's dragon pupil magical power. There were countless platforms with cultivators everywhere, and various methods were soaring, extremely bright. All the cultivators fought one-on-one and were selected from them. "How could there be so many people in the first heaven of the Great Zhou Imperial City?" Su Changqing was shocked. Even his dragon pupils could not see how many people there were. You know, before at the foot of Mount Buzhou, there were at most one million cultivators.
Su Changqing was still puzzled, why were there so few people. At this moment, he understood. Not only the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also other regions, within the big city, including the evil gods, the Buried Sky Blue Wolf and other demons, humans, gods, etc. All the races in the heavens were controlled by the Ziwei Central Emperor, and were covered in the Splendid Mountain and River Map. And what Ji Ni had in his hand was just a sub-map, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, how amazing. What is the Mountain and River Map? ! The five lakes and four seas, the three rivers and five mountains, are all covered by it! "The Nine-Layered Heaven Competition has a very large scope, covering all the populations of the nine worlds in total, and I am afraid that I will also meet people from the other eight heavens." Su Changqing was silent for a while. "I only read the life script of the cultivator of the first heaven before, and I have seen a lot of top opportunities. If I gather nine worlds..." In this Nine-Layered Heaven Competition, the later it is, the stronger the geniuses you will meet, and the better the opportunities will be. If this continues, he will probably fleece all the people in the Nine Heavens World. No wonder Emperor Ziwei wants to kill him... "Before, I killed Ji Feng, but it turned out to be killing 19 people. His ranking should be arranged on me." Su Changqing raised his head again, but saw that the light curtain above changed again. In just a short while, the ranking had dropped very quickly, from 25th to 78th. But in a trance, it fell from 78th to 149th. "Killing people to rank, if you don't advance, you will retreat!" "I suddenly understand that this is not just a battlefield of millions of cultivators, I'm afraid it's close to billions." From the six battles of selection, each person needs to win all six battles, and now to the battlefield of life and death. Before, the Great Zhou Dynasty had almost gathered nearly 300 million cultivators. After the great waves, they won all six battles before they could enter the splendid mountains and rivers. In an instant, they were selected to about 50 million.
Then from 50 million cultivators, it will be converted to 25 million, and then from 25 million to million... and so on. It won't take a few months to select the top ten and the top 100. "The strength of the first heaven is slightly worse. I was ranked 25th in the first heaven before, and only more than 1,000 in the ninth heaven." "If I can get in touch with those pure Yang Jinxians, or even the Tianzun level, looking at the life script of the great supernatural powers, my character and Tao heart will be greatly improved, and those Tianzun level, I am afraid that the opportunities are even more terrifying." "Then, let's start..." Su Changqing's heart moved slightly, and his fighting spirit rose. He didn't want to fight before because he was worried that the Emperor Ziwei would find the Sun Palace. And now, he didn't use the gold sticker, and the Emperor Ziwei would not come to accept his disciples for no reason. "The Nine Heavens Competition will determine my future path!" The next moment, Su Changqing's figure disappeared again. This time, he did not appear on the bluestone platform, but in an unfamiliar area. The blue sea here is surging and the sea water is endless. "Is this the East China Sea?" Su Changqing floated on the water, waves rippling under his feet. "It's not the East China Sea, but the West China Sea. I am Xuanyuan Qingyu from the Xuanyuan clan of the fourth heaven!" A green figure appeared in front of him, staring at Su Changqing, and spoke lightly. "Fourth Heaven?" Su Changqing's heart moved when he heard this. He had promised Youchao Cangqing that he would go to the Youchao clan of the fourth heaven to learn the magical power of "Reversing the Rain". "Reversing the Clouds" and "Reversing the Rain" are combined magical powers. Youchao Cangqing is an ancient prodigy of the Youchao clan, but he only knows "Reversing the Clouds". "I am Su Changqing, a casual cultivator of the first heaven. I have something to ask you, fellow Taoist." Su Changqing bowed slightly. "Are you Su Changqing, who climbed to the top of the Buzhou Mountain of the first heaven on foot, and whose talent for divine and demonic body refining ranks seventh in the past 80,000 years?" Xuanyuan Qingyu was shocked and looked at Su Changqing. Climbing to the top of Buzhou Mountain is so difficult, especially for those who reach the top and enter the Splendid Mountains and Rivers Map, everyone can see it. Even though Su Changqing is not ranked high, he has already gained a great reputation. "If you have something to say, you may as well speak directly. Today, the battle between you and me will determine life and death." The Splendid Mountains and Rivers Map has its own spirituality, and the battlefields assigned are all selected, so Xuanyuan Qingyu ranks high in the Nine Heavens Competition. "Daoyou, I heard that there is a Youchao clan in the Fourth Heaven. I wonder how it is now?" Su Changqing looked at Xuanyuan Qingyu and said slowly. "Are you kidding me? This clan? It was wiped out as early as 80,000 years ago." Xuanyuan Qingyu frowned and looked at Su Changqing. "Who wiped it out?" "It was killed by a great celestial master, the barefoot immortal master under the command of Emperor Ziwei." Xuanyuan Qingyu said casually. He also saw that Su Changqing seemed to have an old relationship with the Youchao clan, but the Youchao clan had been destroyed long ago.
Su Changqing thought of the decayed, white-haired old man holding a cane in the Sun Palace, and couldn't help sighing in his heart. He had a long life in the Sun Palace, and he spent his whole life trying to return to the Youchao clan, but was killed by others. Su Changqing was silent in his heart. "Senior Cang Qing repeatedly told me not to worship under the Zhenwu Dangmo Emperor, in case he found out that I had obtained the inheritance of the Sun Palace of the demon clan." The Zhenwu Dangmo Emperor hated evil and killed more than a billion demons in his life, fighting for the human race. Although Youchao Cangqing scolded the Ji family for plotting to usurp the throne and the position of the great merchant king, he intended to let Su Changqing worship under the Ziwei Emperor. Because in itself, this is an excellent way. The Shang Dynasty has been destroyed, and following the new emperor is the orthodox path. He has always been looking forward to his death, his soul returning to the underworld, and reincarnation again, and rebirth into the Youchao clan. But he didn't know that the Youchao clan had already been destroyed. "When the thirty-three heavens collapsed, the Youchao clan was already much worse than before, not to mention that they lost the magical power of "Flipping the Clouds" and were trampled by the barefoot immortal, and the fourth heaven was completely razed to the ground." "Thank you for your doubts." Su Changqing looked at Xuanyuan Qingyu and bowed. "It doesn't matter. The emperor of our clan has passed away many years ago. I feel a lot of emotion when I meet an old friend today." Xuanyuan Qingyu smiled bitterly and said softly. The Xuanyuan clan did not serve the Ji family, but relied on the Xuanyuan Sword, the inherited emperor sword of Emperor Xuanyuan, to support themselves. The Youchao clan did not have the level of the emperor, and it was destined to have such a disaster. "Come on, let's fight!" Xuanyuan Qingyu clenched his hand, and a golden sword appeared in his palm, shaped like a golden dragon, about three feet and seven inches long, extremely gorgeous, and full of murderous aura. "This sword is called Qingyu Sword!" "Come!"