Dong dong dong!
Three figures landed on the hill.
Although Zhou Luo didn't look, their auras were like demonic gods. They were as hot as a furnace and as if they were burning suns.
A dazzling prodigy!
This was a true prodigy!
This was completely different from the previous Liu Qing, Huang Feng, and Ye Xin. Compared to these people, they were like clay chickens, not worth mentioning.
"A Third Tribulation prodigy!"
Zhou Luo's heart skipped a beat. He was interested.
However, he immediately shifted his attention and did not take it to heart.
He looked at the mountain peak in front of him. The surrounding fog had dissipated. As long as he waited for the fog to dissipate, he would be able to climb the mountain peak to obtain the Myriad Spirit Painting.
This was also the information given by Wan Qingtong. Presumably, these people were also waiting here.
The few figures did not say much after they arrived, nor did they communicate.
He stood there quietly!
They were like suns that illuminated the heavens and earth, making people feel oppressed.
Not long after!
A few more auras arrived one after another.
There were three auras that were similar to Wang Yang's. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be like the sun, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas and melting them instantly!
The mist began to disperse. The nine auras were secretly accumulating power, waiting for the mist to disperse completely.
"Damn it!"
"Is this Myriad Spirit Painting real or fake? If it's real, no one can stop me!”
One of them couldn't help but say.
His voice was rough and wild, carrying a thick and savage aura.
The other eight gazes looked over, and Zhou Luo also looked over.
This was a young man who looked mature. He was tall and wore beast skin. There were three white-gray long patterns on his cheeks, like the patterns of a Guardian Spirit!
"Eight Directions Pavilion's Young Pavilion Master Tuoba Wuji!”
someone said indifferently.
Eight Directions Pavilion!
It was a super force with dozens of domains and several emperors. It was the true top force in the East Continent.
"Kid from the Qin family, I think you were originally in the Qin family's Echelon, but you were taken away by Qin Changsheng. Let me ask you, how strong is this guy?”
Tuoba Wu Ji looked at the person who spoke.
Qin Tian was like a piece of beautiful jade. He had a cold temperament and a handsome face with a hint of evil. His aura was deep and bottomless. At a glance, it was as if he was looking at an abyss.
"He can fight for the destiny of the world!"
Qin Tian said indifferently.
"So ridiculous? Could he compete with those freaks from the Holy Land? Tsk? You really know how to brag!"
Tuoba Wuji smacked his lips in disbelief.
Qin Tian ignored him. His pair of deep eyes stared at the Myriad Spirit Painting, revealing a trace of desire. At the same time, he seemed to think of that figure, and his eyes trembled slightly.
"I believe you will soon know how terrifying Qin Changsheng is. The ignorant are fearless.”
Qin Tian snorted coldly in his heart.
Tuoba Wuji was very talkative and kept talking. He talked about many things about him, but most of them were just bragging.
"Cang Xiran, the son of the North Sea's Azure Dragon Emperor? I heard that you pursued Wan Qingtong, the beloved daughter of the Ten Thousand Spirit Pavilion and one of the top ten beauties in the East Continent?”
"Hehe! How's the progress?"
"I'm guessing that you were rejected, and it was a very tragic one!”
Tuoba Wuji turned his attention to the others.
Not far away.
A man with a cold expression and a tall and sturdy body was different from ordinary people. There were faint dragon scales at the corner of his eyes and on his arms.
Its aura was extremely vigorous. Even if it stood there, it could distort the air, making ordinary Martial Royal Warriors unable to stand steadily.
It was a pure-blooded creature after the Old Dragon!
He was unimaginably talented and was the son of the Azure Dragon Emperor!
"Shut up, Tuoba Wuji. If you want to experience the might of a pure-blooded martial artist, I'll show you a few tricks!”
Cang Xiran said indifferently, his eyes cold.
Tuoba Wuji curled his lips, seemingly somewhat fearful, or perhaps he understood this person's temperament, so he didn't say anything more.
However, he quickly focused his gaze on Zhou Luo.
"Martial Emperor aura?"
"Heavens? Are you kidding me? How could he obtain information about the Myriad Spirit Picture at this level? Could it be that your master sent you to scout the way?”
Tuoba Wu Ji cried out in shock.
The other seven people were curious.
In their senses, Zhou Luo's aura was indeed that of a Martial Emperor.
Although this was the entry requirement for the Holy Land, it was far from enough for the true prodigies of the East Barren Territory like them.
However, in their opinion, Zhou Luo, who was a Martial Emperor, seemed to be the easiest persimmon to pinch!
Tuoba Wuji was filled with curiosity and approached Zhou Luo, wanting to call him brother.
However…
At this moment, the fog on the mountain peak suddenly dispersed.
Instantly!
Treasure light soared into the sky!
In the sky, there was a picture scroll.
This scroll started from the east and ended from the west, forming a long scroll that revealed all living beings!
This image could be seen in the entire Saint Arts Trial Grounds, shocking countless geniuses.
Many of them had noble statuses and were very knowledgeable. They instantly recognized the reason for this phenomenon.
"The Myriad Spirit Painting has appeared. The Holy Land is really generous!”
"There's actually such a treasure? In the outside world, even Martial Emperors would be envious!”
"Are you crazy?"
Countless geniuses were shocked.
What was the intention of this Holy Land to let the Myriad Spirit Painting fall into the Saint Arts Trial Ground?
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