Cheng Ling felt chilled in his heart. There was indeed something wrong with this ring battle. I remembered the Pentagram Altar I saw in the Immortal Palace. The grooves were filled with the blood essence and bones of the monks. Could it be that the purpose of this altar was to absorb their blood essence?
At this time, most of the monks in the city had come to the plain. There were crowds of people and the scene was very crowded. Suddenly, the ground shook again, and a column suddenly rose in the center of the city. That's not all. As the ground shook, pillars rose up around the island, rising straight into the sky.
A blue light flashed in Cheng Ling's eyes. There were one hundred and eight pillars in total. The pillar in the city was the largest, with enough thickness for three people to surround it. The remaining pillars on the edge of the island were much thinner, only one-third of it.
These one hundred and eight pillars kept rising, as if they were growing. They soon penetrated the clouds and stopped after reaching a certain height.
All the monks looked up at the sky and marveled. But the strange sight did not stop. After the pillars stopped growing, the ground shaking also stopped. But then, the top of the huge column in the middle emitted a dazzling red light, and the other one hundred and seven pillars also glowed red as if they had received an order.
The red light from the one hundred and seven pillars on the periphery gathered towards the middle area, while the one in the center radiated out to all sides. Soon these red lights were connected together, with the giant pillar in the city as the center, forming a light curtain that fell downwards. Covering the entire island.
Cheng Ling's expression changed, and he tried his best to explore with all his strength. But after hitting the light curtain, it quickly bounced back, and the scene outside could not be seen at all. He concentrated his eyes and tried to penetrate the light curtain, but he only saw messy and complicated threads woven together like a spider web, making it impossible to get through.
"Array! This is definitely a sealing array. It's not good. Now the entire island is sealed and there's no way to escape."
A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and an inexplicable fear weighed on his heart. Cheng Ling secretly regretted not escaping from the island before the light curtain appeared. But now it's too late. With his current formation level, he can't see the node of the sealing formation at all.
At this time, the majestic voice sounded again: "All monks, please go to the stage according to their numbers. The arena battle begins!"
After the words fell, an image seemed to appear in each monk's mind. Looking at the numbers displayed in the image, they were exactly their opponents. Some impatient monks had already chosen a ring and stood on it. Seeing this, the other monks gave up resistance and found their opponents one by one, and stood on the ring at the same time.
Wen Lan sighed softly and said to Cheng Ling: "Brother Xian, brother Fool, go first, you can plunder the formation for me!"
Cheng Ling was moved and knew that Wen Lan wanted to encourage him to take action first!
Sure enough, he found the image in his mind and jumped to the middle stage. On the ring, there was already a monk at the peak of human immortality standing there waiting.
Seeing Wen Lan jump up, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said calmly: "Zong Yue of Wushuang Sect, please give me some advice!"
Wen Lan replied: "I have no family or sect, Wen Lan! My friend Zong Xian, please show mercy!"
"At this moment, it's life or death. You're welcome, fellow literary immortals, come on!"
The two of them each said a few words about the situation and immediately started fighting. Cheng Ling looked up and saw that their cultivation levels were similar. Zong Yue's fleshy palms were flying up and down. It was obvious that he was a martial arts cultivator. From the beginning, Wen Lan set up a defensive water curtain in front of him. He retreated sharply, and water spells continued to be released in the gap between his retreat.
Cheng Ling felt relieved. Looking at the moves of both sides, if Wen Lan could suppress Zong Yue outside the defensive water curtain, he would have a 70% chance of winning.
Zong Yue also discovered his own disadvantage. The opponent had no time to deal with it. A layer of defensive water curtain blocked him out. His own attacks could not threaten him at all. Instead, he had to constantly neutralize Wen Lan's water spells.
This cannot continue, we must break the situation! His tongue exploded with spring thunder, he shouted loudly, and took a step forward with his right foot. The rich immortal energy gathered on his right fist, as if forming a vortex of energy. When you have enough momentum, punch out hard!
The fist is as powerful as a dragon, concentrating all the attack power in a straight line to one point, and slamming it into the center of the water curtain!
Generally speaking, the central part of a large-area defense method is its weak link. But Wen Lan was already prepared, waving his hands continuously, and the defensive water curtain continued to thicken. Zong Yue's fist power broke through the first level, then the second level, the third level... until it finally failed!
Zong Yue was shocked. This punch had been exerted with all his strength. Even this punch could not break through the opponent's defense circle. How should he fight the enemy next?
Wen Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't recently obtained the Tianxiao Jue and converted to martial arts, his immortal power had greatly increased. The water curtain combo attack just now would not have been possible at all. Now seeing that Zong Yue's old strength has been broken and new strength has not yet emerged, it is the best time to fight back!
He did not hesitate, and only saw an afterimage while dancing with his hands. The water vapor in the space gathered in front of his chest at an extremely fast speed, turning into several water dragons, bypassing the defensive light curtain in front, and bombarding Zong Yue from all directions.
Zong Yue dodged to avoid it, but the water dragons were too dense and their speed was extremely fast. After dodging several in a row, he was surrounded. In desperation, he could only stretch out his flesh palm to attack!
Wen Lan was waiting for this opportunity. When the water dragon collided with the sect, he shouted: "Explode!"
Rumble~!
The strong explosion instantly overwhelmed Zong Yue's body. The latter did not expect that the other party had such a method to control the explosion of the water dragon from a distance. Caught off guard, he endured the explosive power of several water dragons. His chest felt like it was struck by lightning, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He also suffered many injuries on his body.
Originally, he wanted to escape from the explosion as soon as possible and regain his strength to fight again! But as that mouthful of blood spurted out and fell to the ring, a layer of red light suddenly appeared on the ring. Immediately afterwards, a large amount of essence, blood and immortal power were lost in the body, and in the end he could not even lift his arms.
Cheng Ling's pupils shrank, and Zong Yue's situation was fully visible.
I saw him kneeling softly on the ring, his strong body shrinking sharply, muscles and blood pouring into the ring at his feet like water. In less than a few breaths, his entire figure disappeared, leaving only a skeleton hanging with the clothes on his body. Falling on the stage.
Wen Lan's expression changed drastically and he quickly jumped off the ring. Zong Yue's way of death was really terrifying. He knew that the few spells he had just used were not enough to kill him, and he was preparing to add a few more killing moves later. Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have been absorbed by something, and only a skeleton was left.
He came to Cheng Ling's side and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Xian, this ring battle is really weird. What is going on? Why did Zong Yue die like this?"
Cheng Ling said in a deep voice: "Absorbing the essence of flesh and blood, this method is very similar to the blood demon! Brother Wen Lan, what difference do you see in Zong Yue's bones?"
Wen Lan thought for a while and said: "There is indeed something different. The skeleton seems to have completely lost its immortal power and is dull!"
Cheng Ling was silent. According to this, the absorption is not just flesh and blood, but essence, blood and flesh and blood essence. The demand of the demon giant is getting higher and higher!
The bodies of monks who have reached the human immortal stage have long been transformed into immortal bodies after being transformed by the Immortal Transformation Pond. Even if he dies, as long as he is not blasted into powder, his body and bones still have a trace of fairy charm and will never become dull.
In the past in Canglan Continent, the demon giant could only nourish himself by absorbing the essence and blood of monks, but now he needs a body with immortal charm. From this point of view, the demon giant's injury has either become worse or is almost complete.
Both of them also need to contain richer flesh and blood essence. No wonder they have to hijack so many monks!
These speculations are a long story, but they flashed through Cheng Ling's mind.
At this time, there were monks fighting in almost every arena. There was only one arena, and one of the monks glanced at Cheng Ling with his stern eyes and said calmly: "If you don't dare to go up to the stage for a decisive battle, just commit suicide where you are!"
Cheng Ling looked at each other indifferently and said to Wen Lan: "Brother Wen Lan, remember, next time you stand in the ring, you must not let yourself get injured and bleed!"
After saying that, he jumped slightly and stood opposite the monk!
The monk looked to be about thirty or forty years old, with a short beard on his chin. He was at the peak of human immortality. He looked at Cheng Ling like a dead person. Seeing him finally jumping onto the ring, he said coldly: "If you're afraid of death, why are you here? If you're wise enough, you can end it yourself, and I won't have to take action!"
Cheng Ling smiled coldly, and with a "buzz" sound, he took out the Qiu Hong Sword from the storage ring, pointed the long sword away, and said calmly: "You and I are both victims, and the fight was not what we wanted. But based on your previous If you provoke me, you must kill me!"
During the previous period, he was not only paying attention to Wenlan's battle, but all the hundreds of arenas in the arena were shrouded in divine consciousness. He found that there were many monks using swords at the scene, so he had no scruples about using swordsmanship to kill enemies!
The middle-aged monk's expression changed, and the expert would know if it was there as soon as he took action. Cheng Ling just gently raised his long sword horizontally, and a wave of sword power enveloped him. A strong icy aura filled the surroundings of the ring, and he did not dare to move at all.
Ice Soul Sword Technique!
To deal with such a monk at the peak of human immortality, there is no need to use the Thunder Sword Technique at all, the Ice Soul Sword Technique is enough!
In a moment, Cheng Ling moved, Qiu Hongjian raised a light blue light, and suddenly came to the middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk was startled, biting the tip of his tongue with his teeth, and a strong smell of blood spread in his mouth. He forced himself to calm down and moved sideways to the right, trying to avoid the sword attack. It's just that the long sword was extremely fast, and the sword that was originally thrust in front of him suddenly appeared on the right side.
The middle-aged monk raised his right hand, and an arm guard appeared on his forearm. There was a clang, and he tried his best to block it, but the sword still drove his body to spin twice before stopping. He was horrified, and he retreated quickly, trying to escape from the sword circle.
But Cheng Ling couldn't do what he wanted. When he retreated, the long sword came forward. He dodged to the left, and the long sword appeared on the left again. In short, the tip of the sword was just a hair's breadth away from the middle-aged monk's body, and there was no way he could escape.
This was because Cheng Ling didn't want to be too abrupt and was deliberately letting off steam. Otherwise, the middle-aged monk would be killed with the first sword.
The middle-aged monk's face was bloodless. He had never seen such a weird sword technique. He only lasted less than ten moves before two transparent holes were stabbed in his body. Just as he was about to resist desperately, he saw that Cheng Ling had already put away his sword and stood there without making any movement.
He was overjoyed, thinking that the opponent was too weak. He was about to attack with all his strength, but he felt that his essence, blood, flesh and blood were instantly separated from his body. His soul was annihilated in an instant, leaving only a withered skeleton in less than a few breaths!
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