The extremely terrifying pressure came from the depths of Kunpeng City, and the world became silent.
Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at Yan Xing and the ferocious dragon head that was smoking.
The Holy Son of Ogimiya can be defeated, but he cannot die. He is destined to be a powerful overlord in the future and the pillar of the Holy Land. To die on the stage of a mere dust realm is really a waste of nature.
An extremely precious and unparalleled source of truth, just gone?
Anyone else would feel heartbroken. Even the lofty Ancient Holy Land dare not say how many unparalleled sources it can produce. If you use one, you will lose one. This is an immeasurable and heavy loss.
"Arrogant boy, so presumptuous!"
"Son of a bitch! You deserve to die, you deserve to die!!"
Angry, the Holy Land powerhouse deep in Kunpeng City was completely furious. He never thought that the Holy Son would fall in such a small place.
To be exaggerated, the value of the Holy Son in the future will even vaguely exceed that of the elders. After returning to the power, he will inevitably be punished by the superiors. How can he not be furious?
Yan Xing looked indifferent and took care of himself, taking Zhulong's corpse into the hell dimension. This kind of god-level blood had extremely high nutritional value, no less than a bottle of golden elixir, so he would not waste it.
As for killing a Holy Son?
This is nonsense. Wasn’t Nie Changhai, their disciple of Feixian Cave, also beheaded by the Holy Son of Digong? Why, you can kill us, but I can't kill you.
"Those who kill will always be killed. How can a majestic ancient holy land only have this kind of ambition? Don't you even understand such a simple truth?"
Yan Xing would not tolerate being scolded and scolded, no matter what your background and cultivation level, he stood directly in the void, yelled at Kunpeng Giant City, and retorted.
"I bother!"
"You bitch, don't chirp up there. If you have the guts to suppress your cultivation to the level of dust, come down and fight. See if I can chop off your dog's head. That'll be it!"
How arrogant and arrogant!
"Ahem, this, this boy..."
The corner of Xian Qiuming's mouth twitched, and he broke into a cold sweat because of Yan Xing. The guy who yelled at him was obviously a powerful person who stepped on the immortals, and was an ancestor-level existence. He just secretly cursed a few words in his heart. Why? Can you speak your mind?
"I'm so angry!"
Rumble——
A vision suddenly appeared in the sky. A big blood-red hand, covering the sky and the sun, poked out from the huge city of Kunpeng, intending to crush Yan Xing and the arena into nothingness.
"Okay, do you still take me seriously?"
The head of the jury and one of the top ten members of the Human Race Parliament, Mocha took action.
A soft word turned into a finger and directly pressed the bloody hand that covered the sky into nothingness. The majesty of the supreme gods and demons was evident.
As the supervisor of this competition, Mocha does not take sides, only maintains the rules and prevents anyone from interfering with the fair progress of the competition.
"Qiyao Arena Competition is about life and death. Even if you die, your skills will be inferior to others. It's just this once. If anyone interferes with the competition again, please don't blame me for being ruthless."
Moka's tone was indifferent, and the majesty of the gods and demons was beyond words. The elders of the Holy Land immediately restrained all their emotions and did not dare to let out a single fart.
"Cunning old thing."
Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, how could a powerful Immortal Master be angered so easily? He looked like he was dying, but he was just pretending to take the opportunity to take his life.
He doesn't care about making a big deal out of it.
If Feixian Dongtian was made trouble by the Holy Land because of this, he would be happy to see it, because from the root, it is destined that in the future, he and all the overlords in this world will be irreconcilable enemies.
Not for the pure-blooded human race, nor for revenge for the enslaved pure-bloods. Rather than saying that Yan Xing is cold-blooded and ruthless, it is better to say that he sees higher and farther.
Who says those enslaved purebloods are humans?
Black hair and black eyes are just the characteristics of creatures with more than 50% human blood, but whether it is 50%, 60%, or 70, 89, 90%, they are all mixed blood!
The so-called pure bloods are different from him. He is 100% perfect pure blood. This is the real human race. The only and probably the only true pure blood race in this world.
Therefore, there is no need for Yan Xing to sympathize with him.
He sees his position as the opposite of those overlord forces, not to avenge the purebloods. Just because the other party, if they find out that he is the only perfect pure blood left in the world, will definitely find ways to enslave him. Fundamentally, they are irreconcilable and are naturally hostile.
Naturally opposed, nothing more.
It is for this reason that Yan Xing will kill the Holy Son unscrupulously. Feixian Dongtian has no business with him whether he is dead or alive. Anyway, there is no good thing. Dog bites dog. It is best if they all die, so as not to fight against him in the future. He had to take action himself.
"Who else!?"
Yan Xing was as powerful as a rainbow. He stood in the ruins of the small world, looked at Kunpeng with burning eyes, and began to call for formation.
He also wanted to harvest a few more Holy Sons. The other party was indeed rich, and there were a lot of treasures in the storage magic weapon. Just like fighting monsters and exploding equipment, these were rare elite monsters.
"Hmph! I'll--"
The woman with a cold face and extremely beautiful appearance couldn't stand the clamor of Yan Xing, so she stepped out with a heavy look on her face.
In the dust realm, these saints and goddesses are all about the same strength. They have seen the power of Yan Xing and dare to stand up. Naturally, they are not impatient and seeking death.
The reason is that one of the characteristics of the practice system in this world is the mutual generation and restraint of laws.
Goddess Luo Lan thinks that she has seen through the methods of punishment, and her magic power can perfectly restrain and counterattack.
"Nine Netherworld River! Law Domain! Expand -"
The Goddess Luolan arrived in the air, and without giving a chance, she directly activated her ultimate move. The next moment, endless blue snowflakes fell from the sky, and the temperature dropped sharply.
"Absolute zero! Freeze!"
The essence of temperature is the movement between particles. Goddess Luolan has really reached absolute zero. She has frozen all particles. There is no longer a jump between particles, only weak decay.
Time slows down because of this.
Huhu——
So cold! !
Yan Xing's body turned into a strange blue-white color, the white mist he exhaled turned into ice, and even the speed of his thoughts became extremely slow.
"This woman is a little clever, but that's all."
Yan Xing felt funny in his heart. Goddess Luo Lan really restrained him. The attack he had performed before was essentially the violent movement of light particles, followed by destructive strikes. Under absolute zero, even the light was frozen and his movements were restricted. , naturally he can only be beaten passively.
"You can die."
Goddess Luolan's expression was indifferent, her figure shuttled through the snowflakes in the sky, walking on the frozen time and space, completely unrestricted by low temperature, she lightly pressed her palm towards the center of Yan Xing's eyebrows with huge power.
"hey-hey!"
When his head was about to be crushed, Yan Xing suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes intertwined with the goddess Luo Lan, and he smiled softly.
"What!?"
[Absolute freedom], he can go wherever he wants, it’s just absolute zero, how can he still restrict his behavior?
restraint?
Yan Xing smiled. His talents and magical powers were only the tip of the iceberg. That year, he put his hands in his pockets and didn't know what restraint was!
Katsa——
Gravity cutting!
The cold and beautiful face of the Luolan Goddess showed a look of panic, just like a body carved from blue ice crystals, which was crossed by countless gravitational threads and cut into cubes of flesh and blood the size of grains of sand at the particle level.
boom! !
The void trembled, and the shattered Luolan Goddess suddenly appeared in the sky, stepping out of a snowflake. Before she could use her method, the gravitational thread that followed her crossed her body.
"Spare, spare my life!"
"Let me go, I'm willing to pay any price!!"
Goddess Luolan panicked, and was killed dozens of times in just a short moment. Her divine power of law was being consumed crazily, and a large number of flesh and blood particles were destroyed, and she could no longer continue to be reborn.
"snort!"
Yan Xing looked indifferent. He was about to die, but he still dared to seduce him. He didn't know whether to live or die.
kill--
"Admit defeat! Admit defeat! We admit defeat!!"
The situation changed too quickly. From the depths of Kunpeng City, anxious shouts came again, and the breath trembled. They wanted to intervene in the competition, but they were afraid of the majesty of Mocha's gods and demons and did not dare to act rashly.
too late!
Crash--
The ice crystals collapsed, and Yan Xing stood in the void, holding a handful of blue hair in his hand. The ice-crystal-like head of the goddess Luo Lan was swaying, her beautiful eyes were wide open, and she had died.
Bah! Boom! !
In the small world of the Shenzang Realm Arena, there was a terrifying thunder, and everyone kept shouting in surprise. They raised their eyes and stared, and Wang Baoer also killed his opponent.
"Ahhh!"
In the Xumi realm arena, the burly man from the ancient sacred mountain had his head ripped off violently, and a large section of his vertebrae dripping with blood was taken out. He was completely killed.
Kill! !
war--
After several fights and frantic battles, the two sides fought one after another. After seven full days, the competition came to an end.
In the Lingxuan realm, Kui Aiyin successfully defended the challenge.
In the realm of fine dust, Yan Xingshou succeeded.
In the Sumeru realm, the goddess Auliya successfully defended the challenge.
In the Divine Treasure Realm, Wang Baoer successfully defended the challenge.
In the four games that started, Feixian Dongtian actually won three of them, killing the opponent so directly that they did not dare to send more people to the field. This unexpected result really shocked everyone present.
"This, this... it seems we are going to win?!"
Unbelievable!
In the last three arenas, Feixian Dongtian only needs to defend the next one to win this time's [Qi Yao Arena Tournament] and obtain a representative seat in the Human Race Parliament. If he goes to the Huntian Realm in the future, he will also have something to say. right.
"The juniors from Feixiandongtian are all very good!"
"Every time there is trouble, evildoers will emerge to cope with the disaster. This statement is indeed not groundless."
Deep in the giant city of Kunpeng, there are many divine thrones. Sitting on the main throne, the god and demon Mocha looked down at the figures on the ring with a strange look in his eyes.
The person who should be robbed?
The strong men around looked at each other with some understanding in their hearts.
It turns out that this little flying fairy cave is no wonder that such a powerful monster can be born, even the saint son and goddess are no match.
The realm of the Fallen Immortal is facing a wave of fog. The huge world is about to be destroyed. The world will die. The fate of all the beings in the world will naturally gather and give birth to evil spirits who defy the heavens.
"Hmph! That's it. In the next competition, Feixian Cave can't even hope to win one."
Boom! !
The Huntian Realm will not swallow this breath.
Wanxiang, Tongtian, and Immortal, each stepped out of a strong man, crushed the void, and instantly appeared in the small world of the arena.
Yan Xing and others saw that no one on the other side dared to challenge, so they each exited the ring and appeared on the stand with Xian Qiuming and others.
"Teacher, junior brother?"
Sensing the strange gaze behind him, Yan Xing slowly turned around and looked at Wang Baoer, who looked dull. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, feeling secretly happy in his heart.
It is difficult for this rational woman to show such an expression.
"Sister Bao'er, long time no see."
"Sister, it's so dark and cold under the abyss. I crawled for a long, long time..."
Wang Baoer: “(〃▽〃)??”
