The monks have always been very efficient in their work.
The bell rang that day, and after only waiting for an hour, it was announced that the battle for quotas in the ancient battlefield had officially begun.
A huge ball in the sky spun around in a circle, and the ban on the Dao Struggle Platform was activated. The next disciples who had not yet arrived would automatically abstain.
The disciples standing on the Dao Zheng Platform looked up at the ball. The ball, which was as tall as a man, made a particularly eye-catching turn on the Dao Zheng Platform. Then it rose to just above the Dao Zheng Platform. With a bang, the translucent ball appeared. A gap opened from the top of the ball, and countless rays of colored light burst out, falling on the Taoist stage like a goddess scattering flowers.
Lingchu and the others were chatting, and when they heard the sound, they looked up and saw the colorful rays of light raining down one after another.
Everyone subconsciously stretched out their hands, and in the rain of colorful rays of light, a ray of rays of light automatically fell into their wrists.
Lingchu looked curiously at the scarlet ribbon woven around his wrist, and turned to look at the others.
The ones on Yu Xiaoxiao's wrist are bright yellow, those on Jiang Hanyan are emerald green, those on Zhan Tai Mingyue are aqua, and those on Yun Haotian are purple.
The color of the glow on several people's wrists is actually different.
The Dao Zhengtai is located on the top of a high peak. The elders who are watching over this competition are all sitting on the clouds, looking full of fairy spirit.
This cloud is a magical weapon specially refined by the sect, specifically for such a grand event.
"Today's battle of Dao Zhengtai, a total of 702 disciples are present. The remaining disciples who are not present are deemed to have given up their qualifications to compete." Outside the restriction of Dao Zhengtai, an elder Jindan stood in the clouds and said loudly.
"The first battle of the competition is for melee."
Elder Jindan, who has a short beard and a golden crown, has a majestic look on his face as he explains the rules of this ancient battlefield competition.
The first battle was a melee, divided into seven arenas according to the seven colors of the rainbow. On each arena, no matter how many people there were, only half of them were left.
Of course, the sect doesn't mind if it's less than half.
Following Elder Jindan's explanation, the Taoist arena under everyone's feet suddenly flashed with light, formations appeared in the void, buzzed, and seven arenas rose into the air, hanging several feet above the ground.
These seven arenas are all the same size and floating height. The only difference is that in the center of each arena, a flag of different colors is raised.
The disciples standing on the ground looked at the glow on their wrists, and then looked at the arena in mid-air.
I understand.
Lingchu and the others looked at each other, which was quite a pity. If they could be in the same arena, they could still cooperate with each other.
"Disciples, come forward."
The Jindan master above the clouds spoke, and his voice was like thunder, rolling in.
Lingchu's eyes fell on the arena with the vermilion flag. The aura flickered under his feet, and the ink sword emerged, turning into a stream of light and flying towards the arena in mid-air.
After Jindan Master's words fell, almost all the disciples made their magic weapons fly towards their respective arenas. For a moment, all kinds of streams of light were flying, like another colorful rain of rays of light.
Lingchu stepped onto the ring and looked up to see dozens of disciples standing on it.
During this period, there was a steady stream of disciples controlling the escaping light and falling into the arena here.
A few breaths passed before all 702 disciples landed on the stage.
The seven arenas were far apart, and they could only roughly see each other. Lingchu looked around and saw that among the seven arenas, the number of disciples on the third arena was the largest.
On the last stage, the number of disciples is the smallest.
In the arena where Lingchu was, the number of disciples could only be said to be equal, and there were eighty-nine of them when his spiritual consciousness passed by.
Eighty-nine people, an odd number, only forty-five disciples have to be eliminated to be considered safe.
Lingchu looked at the arena. The first thing he looked at was naturally the cultivator of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. There was only one. Then he looked at the later stage of Foundation Establishment. There were ten. In the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, there were thirty-three. The rest were They are all in the early stages of foundation building.
In other words, there are exactly forty-five people in this arena in the early stage of foundation building, including Lingchu himself.
His eyes were slightly lowered, and his clear eyes were shining with a faint light. This was not good.
In the melee, the disciples with lower cultivation levels must be attacked first, and forty-five disciples need to be eliminated. However, there are exactly forty-five disciples in the early stage of foundation building on the stage here.
If the forty-four disciples of Dzogchen unite in the middle or later stages of foundation building, I am afraid that the disciples in the early stage of foundation building will be in danger.
Lingchu firmly believed that as long as there were disciples in the later stage of Foundation Establishment, or in other words, as long as a disciple who was not in the early stage of Foundation Establishment raised this point, it would definitely be agreed by most of the disciples in the middle or later stages of Foundation Establishment.
Don't let them have a chance to unite.
Wait until the sound of the bamboo chime sounds as the competition begins.
Lingchu blinked slightly and took action without hesitation.
In his clear eyes, there was a faint spiritual light flowing, and his eyes fell on a late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple. In the sea of consciousness, divine consciousness rippled, and the thorn of void divine consciousness pierced directly into the late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple. In the sea of consciousness.
Everyone is still waiting and watching, no one wants to be the first to take action.
Unexpectedly, a scream suddenly rang out. The late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple who was sneak-attacked had his consciousness tumbling, as if he had been hit in the head by a giant hammer. He took two steps back, his face was pale, and he covered his head with one hand, dripping with cold sweat.
"Who is it?" After taking a breath, the late-stage foundation-building monk's face showed an angry look. He knew that no one would admit it, but he still asked.
Without waiting for anyone to answer, he flicked his robe in his hand, and a flying sword fell into his hand. He raised his hand and slashed out with a sword light. No matter who was in front of him, he just slashed with one sword.
This attack had accumulated a lot of anger. The late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple who was attacked by surprise was angry on his face and angry in his heart. Why was he the first to be attacked!
Lingchu, who was far away from this late-stage foundation-building disciple, quietly dispersed with the other disciples, feeling apologetic in her heart. She did not use all her strength in this spiritual attack, just to provoke the disciple's anger so that she could ignite it. The battle in the arena here.
But everyone can't just watch each other calmly, and it's too easy for people to notice the cleverness of the number of people in this arena if they aren't fighting in full swing.
Therefore, Lingchu needs to choose a monk who can disrupt the arena. The monks in the early and middle stages of foundation building are not skilled enough. The only one who has perfect foundation building is not to be easily provoked. It seems that the disciples in the late stage of foundation building are the most suitable.
After being attacked by a sneak attack, he will not swallow his anger and still has the ability to fight.
Moreover, the senior brother who was in the late stage of foundation building that Lingchu attacked was not chosen casually.
Before entering the ring, Yu Xiaoxiao told Lingchu that this senior brother was Uchiyama's famous bad temper and wanted to fight whenever he disagreed.
Sure enough, this senior brother, who didn't care about anything, just started fighting, and several unsuspecting disciples fell out of the ring in one fell swoop.
Lingchu mingled among the panicked disciples, constantly wandering around, and from time to time he would sneak up on one or two disciples who were in the middle stage of foundation building and leave the ring.
The divine consciousness attack first, followed by the thunder from the Lei Ze Divine Seal, is enough to cause the disciples in the middle stage of foundation building to freeze instantly. Taking advantage of this moment, he can kick him with a precise kick.
It's a pity that it is difficult to sneak attack in the later stage, but not in the early stage.
We can only select some mid-stage monks who are easy to attack, and try to change the number of clever disciples on the stage to prevent everyone from returning to their senses and focusing on these early-stage foundation-building disciples.
