Of course, the body of the white-robed old man can wait another 100,000 years, but the body of the white-robed old man can't wait, or is unwilling to wait.

　　 The true **** can be regarded as eternal life to some extent, at least it can live for a long time, the white-robed old man can’t wait, it’s not his life.

　　 The Forgotten Continent has no air, but what the true **** absorbs is the air. It's like people need to breathe fresh air. Without fresh air, the human body must be extremely uncomfortable. Those who are strong in the true **** stay in the Forgotten Continent.

　　 And there is no spirit to supplement, the true **** powerhouse does not dare to move at will, just consume the spirit, it may take thousands of years to recover.

　　 Therefore, in a hundred thousand years, the true gods can't move a few times. How can this make the strong people stand? And the Forgotten Continent is too small for the true gods, and a true **** of mind can span five continents.

　　 It's like an emperor who has become accustomed to a spacious palace, but suddenly he was **** and locked up in a small place, and it lasted tens of thousands of years. How could he stand it?

　　 The Forgotten Continent is like a prison to the true god. The white-robed old man has endured it for more than 100,000 years and can no longer endure it.

　　 Every time you enter the God Realm of Tongtian, at least one true **** will be left behind by the ancient tribes, and what was left behind 100,000 years ago is the body of the white-robed old man.

　　 This time, the body of the white-robed old man will never be left.

　　 "As soon as the body is gone, maybe the old man is not far away from dissipating." The white-robed old man said this in his heart, but there was no fear. After so many years, the white-robed old man has already lived enough.

　　 Demigod, only because it is the mind clone of the true god, although the strength is stronger than the sanctuary, but the lifespan is not necessarily much higher than the sanctuary, it is only because the true **** is constantly replenishing energy to maintain it.

　　 Once lost contact with the true god, the life of the demigod is the same as that of the Sanctuary Dzogchen.

This loss of contact does not necessarily mean that the true **** has fallen. If the two sides are already separated by a plane, it is considered to have lost contact. Therefore, although no true **** can return so far, the ancient people still have weak expectations in their hearts. , Perhaps the true gods in their clan have already gone to the continent of the gods.

　　 Of course, if there is a sacred stone, the demigod can still last for a long time, but it is a pity that the continent does not have a sacred stone.

　　 The white-robed old man waved his sleeves, and a light curtain appeared in front of him. The light curtain showed the situation of the ancient race.

　　'S interest in Han Feng and Meng Yaqing made the white-robed old man want to see how far they can reach in the next big game.

　　How powerful the soul of the white-robed old man is. It has already been seen that the Great Sacred Domain Nineth Heaven hasn't really cultivated Meng Yaqing. This is also the reason why the white-robed old man only transmits sound to the chief of the war, but did not personally act.

　　 Geniuses all need to grow, and the ancient race at the peak of the sanctuary is also a good experience for the two of them. Only by playing against the strong can you know your own shortcomings more clearly and improve your own cultivation.

　　 The white-robed old man knew that if he appeared to protect two of them, in the subsequent Sanctuary Peak level competition, the opponents of the two would inevitably be hands-on, which would not serve the purpose of experiencing the two.

　　 "After the big game, let these two people come to see me." Sending a letter to the chief of war, the white-robed old man watched the big game in the light screen with all his attention, and ignored the chief of war's depression because of this sentence.

　　 "Qi'er, you have to fight for your breath. If you lose, depending on the attitude of the ancestors, this woman is probably no match for you." The chief of the war patriarch secretly said in his heart.

　　……

　　 The competition venue gathered the true biography disciples of Sanctuary Peak. Seeing that the most anticipated true biography disciple contest of the ancient race is about to start, everyone has suppressed the shock brought by the previous Han Feng and turned to focus on the last competition.

　　 But at this moment, the chief warrior spoke: "Outsiders, would you like to participate in the Sanctuary Peak level contest?"

　　Everyone was shocked as soon as he said this.

　　 Patriarch Xuan interjected: "Patriarch Zhan, it seems that no outside martial artist participated in the True Disciple Contest before."

　　 The chief of the war patriarch smiled: "In the past, it was because outside martial artists had never had a sanctuary peak within a thousand years of age. Now the situation is naturally different."

　　Han Feng came here, isn't it just to trample the true disciples of the ancient tribes under their feet? Why would they refuse?

　　 Among the true disciples, the disciple who had long seen Han Feng displeased his eyes, whipped up his fist, prepared to teach Han Feng a lesson.

　　 Especially Yan Hao Qi and Zhan Fu Shen sneered again and again.

　　 Meng Yaqing also raised his foot and walked towards the playing field.

　　 "The'Princess' has gone too? That is the true disciple of Sanctuary Peak, could it be..."

　　 "No way, this is too..."

　　 "What can't be, an outside martial artist has reached the sixth heaven of the peak of the sanctuary, is our'princess' worse than him?"

　　 With each step, Meng Yaqing's momentum becomes stronger. When standing with Han Feng and walking into the field, Meng Yaqing's cultivation has soared to the peak of the sanctuary!

　　 Everyone was in an uproar.

　　 Han Feng tilted his head and smiled: "It really surprised me."

　　 "It's just the first heaven at the peak of the sanctuary, this time I haven't concealed anything. It's far worse than your sixth heaven." Meng Yaqing smiled.

　　 One of the two people bowed their heads slightly, and the other slightly raised their heads to reveal a jade neck that looked like condensed fat. They all talked with a smile. Yan Hao Qi clenched his fists and wanted to go up and separate the two.

　　 is really an eyesore.

　　 "Issue the token now." The red robe old man's sleeve robe shook, bursts of golden light burst out.

　　 The golden light fell in Han Feng's hands, forming a golden sign with his number written on it.

　　 "Now, the True Disciples Contest begins." The red-robed old man screamed, announcing the official start of the True Disciples Contest.

　　 "Sanctuary Peak Sixth Heaven~lightnovelpub.net~ I don't know how far Han Feng can go?" Yan Ming exclaimed.

Yan Jie gritted her teeth. She never expected that Han Feng's cultivation base would soar to this level. He snorted: "It's just the sixth heaven at the peak of the sanctuary. The cultivation base has grown so fast, it must be the weakest of the same level. , My Yan Clan can defeat it with any Sanctuary peak three or four heavens."

　　 The ancestor of Ziyun sighed: "This kid...I really underestimated him that day, and brother Yan Qian has sharp eyes, I am far inferior."

　　……

In the first round of the knockout round, Meng Yaqing played before Han Feng. Meng Yaqing’s opponent was an ancient disciple of the same level of Sanctuary Peak One Heaven. The blood of this ancient disciple was relatively strong in the same generation, but he and Compared with Meng Yaqing's five-fire fusion, it was still a far cry, but Meng Yaqing was defeated by Meng Yaqing after resisting for a while.

　　 Han Feng's expression was strange: "Five-fire fusion is so powerful, if ten-fire fusion, wouldn't it be earth-shattering?"

　　 After Meng Yaqing, it was not long before Xuan Qingtian's turn came to power. Xuan Qingtian's opponent was only at the beginning of the Sanctuary Peak, and he severely injured his opponent with one move.

　　 "Hey." Xuan Qingtian turned his head to Han Feng and smiled strangely, and walked off the stage.

　　……

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