Apex War God Chapter 3001: , Tianjiao contends for hegemony!

"Call..."

After the illusion of the black-gold giant disappeared, Fang Xun let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

Two dazzling black lights burst out, forcibly smashing a pile of rubble piled up in the distance.

"Unfortunately, the cultivation base has only improved a small realm, and it is impossible to cross the threshold of Wu Zunjing and step into Wuwangjing realm.

It's a pity that the new palm technique has not yet been formed..."

Fang Xun muttered to himself, saying two pity in a row.

But soon, the frustration and slump in Fang Xun's eyes were swept away, replaced by firmness and determination.

Fang Xun also knows that if he wants to cross the threshold of Wu Zunjing and enter Wuwangjing, he needs to constantly fight and temper.

Blindly special training, blindly sitting and cultivating, after all, it is impossible to become stronger.

However, this month's harvest is not small.

The kung fu and martial skills that he knows have been strengthened, and they can explode with even more powerful power.

Furthermore, the newly created palm technique has also initially taken shape. Although it is still far from perfect, he is not in a hurry.

After all, it took a lot of time to create the "God and Demon Emperor Fist", and it was polished and formed in battles again and again.

Therefore, he believes that as long as he continues to polish, the new palm will eventually take shape.

Of course, the bigger gain is that he has already condensed his primordial spirit.

According to the words of the ancient seniors, I am afraid that in the entire prehistoric realm, in the Wuzun realm, he is the only one who condenses the primordial spirit under the age of thirty.

Owning the Primordial Spirit, then you will have an extra life.

After all, there are many difficult battles waiting for him, and he can't guarantee that he will survive the battles.

Fang Xun stood up slowly, looked at the blue sky, and murmured, "It's been a month, I can't wait any longer, it's time to go to the Demon Sealing Monument.

Even if there are tens of millions of people blocking it, even if there are many difficulties and dangers, I must make it through..."

Afterwards, Fang Xun stomped on the ground and stepped on the ground, like a real dragon, soaring into the sky, flying towards the direction of the Demon Sealing Monument...

After flying thousands of miles away, Fang Xun was about to continue on his way, but suddenly saw a lot of people in the distance, in groups, chatting and laughing, flying in the same direction.

Some of these people use the sky, some use swords, some use knives, some use spears, and some use various flying instruments.

In addition, some of these people are casual cultivators at first glance, and some are wearing uniform clothes, which should be people from the sect.

"Hey, where are these people going?"

Fang Xun was very curious, his figure flashed, and he flew over.

As he approached, Fang Xun shouted at a strong man with a big bald head and a big sword, wearing a waistcoat, "Hey, buddy!"

"Little brother, are you calling me?"

The strong bald man stopped, looking puzzled.

"Yes!"

Fang Xun nodded.

"What's the matter, little brother?"

The strong bald man asked, and looked at Fang Xun cautiously.

Fang Xun showed a harmless smile and said, "Dude, where are you going?"

"Little brother, don't you know?"

The strong bald man looked at Fang Xun with a strange expression.

"Know what?"

Fang Xun is even more strange.

"Of course it's the annual 'Tianjiao Contest'!"

The bald-headed strong man replied, and then said strangely: "Don't you know this?"

Fang Xun shook his head and replied with a smile: "Dude, I'm just a small casual cultivator. I've been practicing in seclusion for many years, and I just came out today. I don't know what's going on outside."

"So..."

The bald-headed strong man nodded suddenly, and then said: "Little brother, you don't know, since five years ago, some first-class sects in the prehistoric world have started to hold the 'Tianjiao Hegemony Competition'.

As the name suggests, it is to bring together all the younger generations of the prehistoric world to hold a competition.

Anyone who is in the top ten will be rewarded handsomely.

In order to motivate young people to participate in the competition, these first-class sects are also generous, and the rewards they bring out are very generous, including magical weapons, weapons, martial arts, martial arts, heaven and earth treasures, magical medicines and so on.

Of course, young loose cultivators who perform well in competitions are usually picked up by some major sects and accepted as disciples.

Because of this, many people take part in the annual "Tianjiao Contest".

Some go for the reward, some go for the martial arts and martial arts, some to get the appreciation of the big sects, some to sharpen their own martial arts, and some to stand out in the competition..."

Fang Xun suddenly understood after hearing the bald-headed strong man's explanation.

"Dude, which first-class sect is holding the competition this time?"

Fang Xun asked again.

The bald-headed strong man said: "Of course it is one of the four religions, the Shengtian religion!"

"Sacred Heaven?"

Fang Xun was stunned when he heard it.

"That's right, it's Shengtianjiao, what, is there any problem?"

The bald man asked suspiciously.

"Oh no, no problem."

Fang Xun smiled and waved his hand.

The bald-headed strong man looked at Fang Xun and said, "Little brother, I think you are young and your aura is not weak, so your cultivation and strength should not be low, right?

Why don't you also go to participate in this competition, if you can perform well in the competition, be favored by the big sect, and be accepted as a disciple, then you will make a lot of money. "

Fang Xun grinned and said, "Well...I'll think about it."

"Okay, then you can think about it."

The strong bald man replied, and then left.

After the strong bald man left, Fang Xun dodged and flew into a canyon in the distance.

After arriving at the canyon, Fang Xun sat on a boulder, took out a kettle, and thought about it while drinking water.

When I saved a kid in the desert of death, the kid seemed to say that his name was Lin Buya, the son of the leader of the Holy Heaven Sect.

The first-class sects in the prehistoric world are divided into: One Valley, Two Halls, Three Sects, Four Sects, Five Sects, Six Sects, Seven Pavilions, and Eighth Palaces.

Since this Holy Heaven Sect is ranked among the four sects, its overall strength and background must be unfathomable.

I don't know what reward this Holy Heaven Church will give, will it have what I'm looking for?

For example, Folian or something.

Although he thinks it is unlikely, he still intends to take a look, in case there is really something he wants.

If there is, then I will participate in this competition. If not, it is not too late to leave.

Furthermore, he is also very curious about the strength of the younger generation in the prehistoric world, and what level he is in compared to them.

If you can meet a master, you can also sharpen your martial arts.

However, when I think of the fact that there must be a lot of people going to participate in this conference, if I go, if I encounter an enemy and are recognized, it will be bad.

Nowadays there are powerful enemies around, so I still have to be careful.

Thinking of this, Fang Xun rummaged through the dragon pattern ring for a while, and finally found a human skin mask that Guanghan Palace had given him before.

After wearing the human skin mask, Fang Xun's appearance has completely changed, becoming ordinary, and he belongs to the type that will not be noticed when thrown into the crowd.

Afterwards, Fang Xun changed into a black gown.

After Yi Rong disguised himself, Fang Xun came to a lake and took a photo. After confirming that even the most familiar person could not recognize him, he nodded with satisfaction.