C81 Holy Land of Dou Qiong
C81 Holy Land of Dou Qiong
With a speed that was a thousand times faster than the speed of sound, it pierced through the center of their eyebrows before they could even react.
Immediately, the eighty-nine disciples that were originally standing on their respective auspicious clouds fell from the sky like dumplings to the ground.
However, after being stabbed in the forehead by a white gold flying knife made of divine ability, they had only temporarily lost control of the auspicious cloud, thus falling down from the sky.
After they wiped off the dust on their bodies, they stood up once again. Then, they wanted to use their own attacks to attack Dou Tian.
Also at this time, Dou Tian shouted coldly:
"You have already lost, now you can already be considered as Douqiong Sect's reserve elders, could it be that you want to besiege me, the Sect Master?"
"No …" We were not injured at all, and even the area between our eyebrows where your knife pierced was unharmed, how can you say that we were defeated!? "
Many people once again stood on the stage and said angrily.
"As long as my Spiritual Sense moves, your brain, spirit palace, and nascent soul will be completely penetrated by the Platinum Flying Daggers that I sent into your Sea of Consciousness. They will die without even having a chance to become a Artifact Spirit."
Dou Tian waved his hand and said.
Hearing this, those eighty-nine disciples immediately calmed down and looked into their own Sea of Consciousness. Soon, they found a three-inch long throwing knife at the base of their respective palace. It was the ability, Platinum Flying Daggers.
When they saw this, the eighty-nine Yaochi Holy Land disciples realized that they had truly lost. Being hidden at the base of their own divine palace by the enemy's divine ability;
In the following process, without Dou Tian saying anything threatening, the eighty-nine disciples knew that they could only follow the rules of the competition and give up their status as the genius disciples of the Ancient Sacred Grounds, becoming the reserve elder who didn't know where the sect was.
Thus, they all kneeled on the ground and said in unison:
"Greetings, Sect Master. May I ask if you need us to go to a large nearby sect to participate in the arena battle?"
Seeing this, Dou Tian chuckled:
"Hurry up and go. After experiencing the taste of defeat at my place, go and challenge other large sects, wreak havoc with them to your heart's content, and then bring back a hundred of your most favored genius disciples.
When that time comes, you will be formal elders with entirely new Sky-fighting Holy Land, and those hundred disciples that you have won back will be your disciples. "
After Dou Tian finished laughing, he immediately took out eighty-nine battle weapons from his own Divine Palace, and let them choose their own masters.
Dou Tian's wild ambition was truly unbridled. Through the challenge stage competition, he wanted to win away ten thousand genius disciples under the age of thirty from the Ancient Sacred Grounds' Yaochi Holy Land, and be the reserve elder of the Douqiong Sect.
He immediately ordered these people who had just become reserve elders of the Douqiong Sect to hurry to a nearby large sect to fight in there, so that they could win back all one hundred disciples for the Douqiong Sect.
If all of this was carried out, then within a few days, the ruined little sect's Douqiong Sect which originally consisted of only twelve disciples, would quickly rise to become a huge, unparalleled sect that had millions of disciples.
As long as Dou Tian regained his status as the Heaven Fighting Holy Empress, he would be able to open a small world in the Pangu Continent. At that time, his Douqiong Sect would be called Sky-fighting Holy Land!
Everything exceeded the plans Dou Tian had made after his residual soul was reborn into his body as a teenager.
However, Dou Tian also enjoyed the feeling of having the target quickly close in on him, as if it was a slow plan that surpassed the one he had set previously.
The imperial power of the Doutian Empire had already been reclaimed, the Douqiong Sect was rapidly growing, and it was also taking its revenge on Han Qingwu.
The hard plan that he had formulated for six years when Dou Tian's remnant soul had just been reborn was actually shortened to only a few days after he had released his soul onto the battle force field several times on a whim.
Once everything was completed, Dou Tian felt that he should go and experience the Pangu Continent. After all, the Pangu Continent was simply too big.
In his previous life, Dou Tian only rose up quickly within a radius of a million miles, falling in love with Han Qingwu. In the end, they shattered the void together and flew up into the sky together.
And the complete Pangu Continent, was said to have a circumference of millions of kilometers, which was endless and wonderful, waiting for Dou Tian to explore.
In particular, he wanted Lee Jian to use his Heavenly Mystery to calculate the location of the Heart of Pangu, and predict its possible appearance within ten years.
This way, Dou Tian could find the Heart of Pangu of this world while traveling and slowly strengthening his Pangu Continent.
As for the eighty-nine reserve elders who had just become Douqiong Sect, after each one of them obtained a weapon of their choice, the dejected looks on their faces instantly swept away.
Even if there was one of Dou Tian's Platinum Flying Daggers which was stuck at the base of the Divine Palace, they would not be overly worried.
They felt that Dou Tian was truly a good Sect Master.
When they really go to the other large sects and win back their 100 disciples, they would not even need to request for Dou Tian to take back the Platinum Flying Daggers ability.
Thus, after they expressed their thanks to Dou Tian once again, they rode on their respective auspicious clouds and left. There weren't many large sects around them, so they didn't want to see them …
Apart from himself, the other person was the first to win a hundred disciples.
In an instant, the competition for the eighty-nine Douqiong Sect s and reserve elders started to grow louder.
Looking at how they were anxiously competing with Yunfei's speed, Dou Tian could not help but laugh.
After that, Dou Tian stared at them with a serious face. There were still more than ten thousand disciples in front of him with Yaochi Holy Land Faction, as he spoke in disdain:
"The fifth battle, I want to challenge the two rows ahead of me that have a total of two hundred disciples. All of you can go at once. This time, I'll only use speed as a battle force and a small divine ability."
Everything that had happened earlier had caused the Yaochi Holy Land Faction's fifth loudly shouted realm and sixth great realm to be completely silent. They had completely scolded Holy Maiden in their hearts.
If it wasn't for Bai Bingqing using the Holy Maiden's Crown to issue the final command, a command that only a Sacred Ground would issue when faced with a life and death situation.
Even if they were a hundred sixth level elders and a thousand fifth level invincible disciples, they still wouldn't come out to suffer such grievances.
Within the Yaochi Holy Land Faction, the two rows of two hundred disciples that Dou Tian had casually pointed out no longer had any angry feelings anymore, nor did they dare to do so.
They had finally realized that if Dou Tian didn't use his four forces against him, they still had a glimmer of hope that they could defeat him on their own.