Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Those human monks all laughed.

"That's not all. After Xiaoyao Tianzun became the Young Emperor, he not only successfully restored the Lingshan Mountain, which had been divided for many years, but also made the oldest tribe of the Celestial Clan, the Chiyang Clan, willingly submit to him."

"With the support of this oldest tribe, no one in the Celestial Clan will dare to oppose the Three Realms Martial Competition."

The Yaksha monks nodded frantically, "No wonder our clan leader brought us here."

"There is also a ranking of the three realms' combat power."

A white-bearded human monk smiled mysteriously:

"Now the Young Emperor and the Demon King both want peace and don't want to fight, but their subordinates will quarrel endlessly."

"As long as the battle power rankings of the three realms are released, the grudge between the Heavenly and Demonic races will be turned into a pursuit of the highest battle power ranking in the three realms."

The old man smiled mysteriously: "Think about it, do those monks still have time to fight?"

“If a cultivator from the Future Heaven Clan saw a cultivator from the Demon Clan who was ranked high up, he might still not look happy.”

"But at least his cultivation and combat capability are recognized."

Everyone nodded in understanding.

"Great! This move by the young emperor is truly great!"

The Yaksha monks bowed to the human monks:

"Fellow Daoist, you human cultivators are really well-informed!"

"Of course." The old man smiled. "We humans have been sandwiched between the two races for so many years, and we can still be friends with both of them at the same time."

"It depends on well-informed information and the doctrine of the mean."

Looking at the happy scene of these monks, several young monks stood in the shadow in the corner.

His eyes were filled with hatred.

In the presence of everyone, Ren Yi accepted the Heavenly Emperor's Seal given by the God of Thunder, as well as the jade crown surrounded by a faint golden glow.

All the cultivators of the Celestial Clan bowed and saluted, shouting:

"See the Emperor of Heaven!"

Ren Yi held the Heavenly Emperor's seal in his left hand, and slowly glanced at everyone with solemn yet indifferent eyes.

The moment the ceremony was over, the entire heavenly palace was filled with brilliant light.

The Shangqing spiritual energy turned into golden raindrops all over the sky and descended again.

When everyone saw this scene, they were all amazed.

The Celestial Clan can only obtain the Shangqing spiritual energy through the Qionglei Bridge.

There has never been anyone who descended from the throne with pure energy.

Now, it is possible to enter the history books of the Celestial Clan.

Under the envious gazes of the crowd, Taixu stood in the clouds above the entire heavenly palace, continuously blowing down pure spiritual energy.

Taixu's cheeks were puffed up, and his eyes rolled upwards as he exerted force continuously.

Xiaguang and Du Rui put their hands in their pockets and looked at him with question marks on their faces.

"For so many years, has the will of heaven always used such... uh... such a simple method to send down the pure spiritual energy?"

Du Rui also found it very strange, "Shouldn't it be a wave of the hand or a snap of the fingers?"

Xia Guang stroked his chin, "The Emperor of Heaven is right. What we should pursue is our own Dao heart, not some heavenly Dao."

"Who would have thought that the will of heaven would roll its eyes when it sent down spiritual energy?"

"Not good!" Du Rui shouted in a deep voice, "He is foaming at the mouth."

The two rushed over and quickly helped him up.

"Isn't he going to die? Is he so useless?"

"I think it's due to lack of oxygen. I feel a little dizzy."

"That's easy. Du Rui, please move aside. I'll slap him a few times and he should wake up."

When Taixu heard this, more white foam came out.

"So you are here."

A light pink figure appeared in front of the three of them.

Mingzhu was wearing the clothes of a palace maid in heaven, with a sinister smile on her lips.

"No wonder this temple master searched the entire Heavenly Palace and couldn't find you."

A black scimitar appeared in her hand, "Go to hell!"

This scimitar is made from the power of the Dark Lord and carries a special energy that does not belong to this plane. This Du Rui Tianzun cannot resist it at all!

Du Rui was about to move, but found that his body was fixed in place by a special force and he could not move.

He could only watch the dagger stabbing towards him.

Xia Guang, who was also trapped in the same spot, couldn't even mobilize her spiritual power.

In a flash, a figure with golden powder all over the sky bombarded Mingzhu.

Mingzhu remained unmoved, and without slowing down the dagger, she stabbed it hard!

Bang——!

The sharp dagger did not pierce into Du Rui's body, but cut the abdomen of a white-bearded old man who suddenly stood in front of Du Rui.

The sharp blade seemed to be stabbing into a hard stone and failed to hurt him at all.

Instead, it caused Mingzhu's hand to hurt.

She suddenly looked up at the white-bearded old man in front of her.

The old man's hair and beard were all white, and there was no distinction between whites and pupils in his eyes, but rather a chaotic starry sky.

On these solemn and holy faces, there was a string of white foam at the corners of their mouths.

Before she could react, the saintly-looking old man slapped Mingzhu in the face with a loud slap.

"Damn it, how dare you tease me!"