Chapter Seventy-Ninth: The Rankings Begin

  In Mo Yun Valley.

  Eighteen Heavenly Flower Spiritual Rains were absorbed by Wang Xuan Yang, and although others were furious, they could do nothing about it.

  However, there are also many people who want to teach Wang Xuanyang a good lesson in the upcoming ranking battle.

  Wang Xuanyang, as the person involved, naturally knew that he had absorbed the eighteen Heavenly Flower Spirit Rains and attracted a lot of hatred value for himself.

  But this is also an unavoidable thing, and he absolutely has no regrets. If there's still a chance, he will absolutely not give up.

  This time, absorbing eighteen drops of Tianhua Lingyu brought him tremendous benefits. At the very least, his physical potential was developed to some extent, and he felt that his spirit was circulating more smoothly within his body. Whether it was the operation of talismans, the circulation of internal energy, or the response of acupoints, everything became much easier.

  Although his combat power has not increased much, his foundation is more solid now, and his future cultivation speed will be further improved.

  After absorbing the eighteen drops of Tianhua Lingyu, Wang Xuanyang keenly sensed the changes in Lin Zidan and others. Except for Zhou Tong, who was calm and steady in character, the eyes of the others seemed to be mixed with some dissatisfaction, even Lin Zidan, who was usually the most straightforward, couldn't escape this.

  This is also normal, after all, Tian Hua Ling Yu is too important for them.

  Now the opportunity was monopolized by Wang Xuanyang alone.

  Only Fat Master remained unchanged, this was Wang Xuan Yang's deepest feeling.

  He understood in his heart that when it comes to interests, one can often see a person's true nature.

  This is also why he didn't announce to Lin Zidan and others that he had obtained a large amount of Shajing, but only found Fat Brother.

  Actually his approach is correct.

  Three days passed quickly, and the ranking battle was about to begin. The seats around Mochiyuntai were filled with all the inner disciples except for the true transmission disciples. Weng Buchi, Xiao Han, and other core disciples who ranked in the top 20 also arrived on the scene. They were all pillars of their respective peaks, naturally possessing extremely high prestige, so they attracted a large number of inner disciples to gather around them, with everyone looking up to them as leaders.

  At the moment when Weng Buqi appeared, Wang Xuanyang could always feel a hidden killing intent entwining himself.

  Obviously, this old man was secretly plotting against himself at every moment.

  On this day, a figure suddenly appeared in the air above Mojuntai. This figure was extremely large and sat cross-legged in the clouds, as if looking down on the earth like a god, making people feel an unspeakable majesty and momentum.

  At this moment, more than 4,000 inner disciples on the watchtower all fell silent.

  This figure is obviously a strong man of the Xuzong level.

  This is also a convention of ranking wars, and the hosts are all strong symbol Zong practitioners.

  "The rules for this ranking battle remain unchanged, but there is one rule that I must emphasize: absolutely no intentional killing. Once discovered, your cultivation will be abolished and you will be thrown into the Mixed Heaven Prison."

  A mighty voice resounded across MochouTai, like thunder, with a strong sense of majesty.

  Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, knowing that this was no joke. Similar situations had occurred in previous ranking wars, and no one could escape punishment. Not even those with the highest status or position were exempt.

  This is also to prevent a large number of casualties in the ranking war.

  After all, within the disciples, the situation of grudges and hatred is very common.

  As soon as the loud voice fell, the void suddenly shook violently, as if it had cracked open. In the central position of the Grinding Cloud Platform, a huge stone monument abruptly rose up.

  This ancient monument is simple and unadorned, yet it seems to hold countless years of history.

  On this monument, there are dense and numerous names.

  There are over 4,000 of them.

  The line of names at the very top of the stele, a total of ten, representing the first ten.

  This is the ranking list in the inner door, representing the ranking of the disciples in the inner door.

  "According to the rules, each ranking battle will start with the newcomers who are participating in the ranking battle for the first time this year and have just entered the inner gate. Now all newcomers come out and engrave your spirit on this ranking monument!"

  That huge figure spoke again.

  So-called newcomers refer to Wang Xuanyang and others who have just entered the door.

  This year, a total of 112 inner disciples were promoted, but some of them failed to open their true holes and naturally did not qualify for the ranking battle. Even among those who opened their true holes, most did not want to participate in the ranking battle. With the addition of Guo Yuantian's fall, only thirteen new participants came to join the ranking battle this time, mostly opening three to five true holes, with Wang Xuanyang being the most, having opened twenty-seven.

  Li Xuanfeng, who was on the same peak as Wang Xuanyang, also came this time, but only opened four true caves.

  New disciples are too shallow and have no chance of competing with the old masters, succeeding in the challenge, and entering the ranking chart. The opportunity is very low, generally speaking, new disciples who can enter the ranking chart in the first ranking war are extremely rare, not even one in a hundred, but such people usually grow rapidly and will become strong contenders for the top ten in the future.

  "Xuanyang Shidi, go ahead, perform well and strive to enter the ranking list. Remember, you must start from the person ranked last, got it?"

  Fat master patted Wang Xuanyang's shoulder and encouraged him.

  Wang Xuanyang nodded, took a deep breath, stood up and walked down towards Mojuntai.

  At the same time, in other places, one person stood up, adding up to a total of thirteen people including Wang Xuanyang.

  Representing newcomers this time.

  Innumerable eyes fell on the thirteen people, but Wang Xuan Yang was undoubtedly the most eye-catching. No wonder, he had absorbed eighteen Heavenly Flower Spiritual Rains after all.

  Wang Xuanyang and thirteen others descended from Mo Yun Tai and arrived in front of the ranking stele at the center.

  In front of this massive monument, one person is really too small.

  Wang Xuanyang lightly exhaled a breath of air, and with a movement of his mind, a surge of spiritual energy emerged from the sea of consciousness, suddenly extending towards the Ranking Monument.

  When his spiritual power came into contact with the ranking monument, he suddenly felt a shock, and felt that a thread of spiritual power was absorbed into it, forming a spiritual imprint. It separated from his spiritual power and became an independent existence, but this independent spiritual imprint also had an inexplicable connection with him.

  He knew he had left an indelible mark on the ranking monument.

  Once he gets ranked, his name will appear on this ranking monument.

  At this time, on a platform.

  Weng Shixiong's face was gloomy as he stared at Wang Xuanyang on the stage, a murderous intent flashing across his eyes.

  Unfortunately, he can't do anything, and he also wants to kill Wang Xuanyang with his own hands, get the treasure and secrets on Wang Xuanyang's body.

  "Alright, you've left your mark on the rankings. Now, use your spiritual power to lock onto a name and make them your challenge target."

  After everyone left their spiritual mark on the ranking stele, that huge figure spoke again.

  Everyone on the Mo Yun platform almost simultaneously cast their eyes on the last name in the first row of the ranking stele.

  Unless you're an idiot or overly confident, you won't choose someone who ranks high.

  Naturally, those who rank last are the best opponents for a challenge.

  This batch of people has the worst strength and the lowest cultivation base, with the smallest gap between them and these newcomers.

  They still have a glimmer of hope for victory.

  Of course, this is not absolute, after all, this ranking has passed for a year, who knows how much these people's strength has progressed in this year?

  Almost instantly, everyone began to make their choices.

  Soon, everyone has made their choice.

  Wang Xuanyang chose the 4798th person.

  There were just 4,805 names on the ranking list.

  In other words, his chosen target ranked seventh from last.

  His name is Li Xueqian.

  As everyone finished their selection, the last row of thirteen names on the ranking list began to flash.

  This represents the emblem of being chosen.

  "All players have made their selections and will now enter the arena."

  A huge sound rose again.

  In an instant, the Ranking Monument suddenly burst forth with intense light, spreading out and enveloping the entire Mo Yun Platform. On this platform, thirteen battle arenas rose up, each one composed entirely of energy and suspended in mid-air. Wang Xuan Yang and the other thirteen individuals were also drawn by a strange power, falling onto the thirteen energy battle arenas.

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