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For the next ten days or so, they fell into a bitter battle.

The group of saints began to fight. Among them, there was a 3rd level Dao Inscription expert participating in the battle. The intensity of the battle and the level of the Dao Arts also caused many disciples to be amazed.

However, Ye Wen had not fought since he defeated Ling Wuyang.

Although he was selected a few times, his opponents all gave up and gave up.

It was obvious that going against Ye Ling was an extremely foolish decision. Anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that he possessed the strength to snatch the chief's head.

It was a seeded contestant.

In fact, Ye Ling was also puzzled for a moment because the ones he fought were basically shrimps and the strongest one was only at the second stage of Dao Inscription. He had given up without even thinking.

Of course, he wouldn't know that all of this was because of Tuoba Hunter.

After more than twenty days of selection, semifinals, preliminaries, and extremely complex matches, the top eight candidates were finally decided.

The ones with the highest voice were of course Tuoba Shou. Among them, there were two supervisors, two disciples, seven, and one disciple.

Ye Ling was also one of the top eight, and Sun Shimeng had already failed in the final sixteen.

Unfortunately, he had met the number one Saint of the Great Heaven, an invincible third level Dao Inscriptionist. Guo Jincheng had fought three hundred rounds with his life on the line, and had lost in the end.

From a side view, the Sacred Assembly this time was also tragic to the extreme.

And what was worth mentioning was that one of the two disciples that Seven Deadly Heavenly had survived was Xuanyuan Po, while the other was a Conferred Cultivator.

On the surface of his cultivation, he was at the second layer of Dao patterns. However, he seemed to have some sort of trump card up his sleeves. Although he didn't meet any third layer supreme experts along the way, whenever he met someone at the same realm, he would fight them without any suspense.

Every time the battle reached its most intense point, a black light would erupt from his entire body, directly setting the world in stone.

And that night, the arena returned to its former tranquility. All the disciples from the nine great heavens had returned to the depths of the Supervisor's sky to rest.

Although the Taoists were extremely energetic, this was a battle of life and death. Naturally, they had to replenish their energy before they could fight.

Because of Ye Ling, this time, the residence of the disciples from Hateful Heavens Sect was of a very high grade. It was located in the supervising bamboo building.

Here the grass is sweet, the bamboo forest shaded, very beautiful.

At midnight, just as Ye Ling fell asleep, he heard the sound of a flute.

The sound of the flute was very melodious, and it travelled very far in the pitch-black night.

On the horizon, cherry blossoms floated out to form beautiful patterns.

”Eh?”

A thought struck Ye Ling's mind and he leaped up from the bed!

His face turned red, revealing an excited expression!

There was no other reason as he was too familiar with the sound of the flute. His father from his previous life, Ye Feng, would often play the flute.

Ye Ling never thought that he would actually hear Ye Feng's flute playing in the midst of the Supervisor's sky.

Could it be that Ye Feng had appeared again?

Thinking up to this point, Ye Ling could not help but feel excited in his heart.

He followed the direction of the sound and stretched out his hand, tearing apart the void!

The current Ye Ling was already at the third stage of Dao Inscriptions, but he had the ability to kill a fourth stage Dao Inscription. Compared to that young man back in Dongyu City who wasn't even a martial artist, the difference was like heaven and earth.

Back then, why did Ye Feng leave without saying goodbye?

What was the mystery of his life?

Everything was a mystery to Ye Ling, and he really wanted to figure it out.

That was why he couldn't wait to tear open the space and descend onto the location where the sound of the flute was transmitted from.

Crash … A clear light flashed, and a crisp sound rang in the air. Ye Ling arrived at a strange place.

A huge cherry tree grew, and the cherry blossoms scattered everywhere.

This cherry tree was over a hundred feet tall, and it surpassed any single one in the world.

Under the cherry tree was a figure, thin and frail, appearing small under the giant tree.

The moment he saw that figure, Ye Ling's heart was filled with excitement, and his aura became ice-cold once again.

He stared at that back, and two words came out of his mouth like steel balls.