Moko Realm, seven light years to the west, deep in the mist.
A few months ago, a secret realm was born here, causing a lot of commotion and attracting forces from several surrounding realms to swarm in.
The so-called secret realm is different from the ruins. It refers to the inner world of the fallen strong men in history, or the paradise of some destructive forces.
In other words, there are traces in the history of civilization, which are called secret realms. If they existed before the birth of civilization, they are relics. In both, there are generally various resources and treasures, but there is a big gap in terms of levels.
The fog is surging, and all non-living objects in the surrounding area have been cleared away.
A crack with scarlet blood escaping, stretching across the sky and earth for a million miles, is the entrance to the secret realm. Compared with it, the figures that are constantly pouring in are as small as dust.
In the void, extremely huge divine boats were suspended silently, and their shadows were cast down, causing the monks passing below to look sideways and with awe on their faces.
"The Sun Never Sets Holy Land, Reincarnation Holy Land, Netherworld Holy Land, Black Sky Holy Land, True Hell Holy Land..."
"Strange, why are all these holy places gathered here? At first, I thought they wanted to occupy this secret realm, but surprisingly they did not prevent other monks from entering!"
Many people don't know why. It's not a ruin, it's just a secret realm, and it won't attract so many powerful holy lands.
The weirdest thing is that even though I was watching silently, I didn't see any movement.
Some monks were happy to see this and hurriedly escaped into the secret realm, fearing that the Holy Land would suddenly change its mind and clear the place.
Those monks who were suspicious and cautious by nature, saw this strange scene and turned around and left without looking back.
Even though the treasure is good, you still have to live to enjoy it.
The game between the Holy Lands, these little shrimps, will definitely die if they are affected.
The Feathered Immortal Boat is the only realm-level divine boat in Feixian Cave. It is 570,000 feet long and looks like a floating continent.
On the immortal boat, there are many figures. In order to cope with this great competition, almost everyone came out of Feixian Cave.
It's not that they want to do this, but it's limited by the rules of the competition.
The rules are as follows:
1. Those who are in Tongtian realm and below can enter the secret realm to participate in the competition.
2. All forces need to send at least one hundred monks in the Heaven Realm, one thousand in the Vientiane Realm, 10,000 in the Divine Treasure Realm, one hundred thousand in the Sumeru Realm, one million in the Micro Dust Realm, and tens of millions in the Lingxuan Realm. There is no upper limit.
3. Fight each other without restrictions. Killing a Lingxuan realm will earn 10 points, and killing a Dust realm will earn 100 points, increasing tenfold in sequence. After the competition is over, the force with the highest total points will win, and the monk with the highest personal points will be the leader, and will be given various treasures.
4. The time limit is one year. If the secret realm is broken, the competition will end early.
5. For this competition, the system center of high-dimensional space and time has been applied to be the supervisor. It is fair, just and open. The points statistics are completed by the system through the super-dimensional connector statistics. Therefore, the prerequisite for participating in the competition must be to wear a super-dimensional bracelet.
Such a cruel competition, dripping with blood, is definitely the most cruel of all kinds of competitions.
It would be inhumane to throw a large number of monks into the same space regardless of their levels and engage in chaotic and indiscriminate fighting. How to distribute the monks participating in the battle is also a headache.
In addition to the minimum number of people, the rules clearly state that there is no upper limit. If you send more monks in, your overall strength will be stronger, but correspondingly, you will also provide a large number of points to the opponent.
It's no wonder that when Kong Yangzi read the content on the scroll, he was shocked and frightened.
Although this form of competition is rare, it is not unheard of. However, it is often used when the two forces have irreconcilable hatred and do not want to go to war outright.
Being able to apply for the right to use the high-dimensional space-time system center, it is obvious that the top leaders of the Nine Clans Alliance have a tacit attitude towards this cruel duel.
The reason is very simple. Just like the war of faith among the elves, the Nine Clans Alliance also needs to be prepared for danger in times of peace and make its monks full of blood. Greenhouses can only cultivate flowers, and only killing can create truly strong men.
At the same time, fighting is also the best way to redistribute resources. The strong will always be strong, and the weak will be plundered, so that the real geniuses and monsters can quickly rise among the blood and fire.
The "Life Protection Regulations" promulgated by the [Supreme Council] only target mortal beings who do not have extraordinary powers. The protection of the mortal world is also for the purpose of a larger population base and the birth of more pure-blood human races.
As for the practice world, the [Supreme Council] will not pay any attention to life or death. Anyway, this world lacks everything, except for the population, and there is reincarnation in the underworld to protect it. Are you afraid that the monks will die?
When the waves hit the sand, real gold is revealed. Those who can become strong will always become strong. The cruel world of practice is the best place for them to experience.
"Sister, tell me, Brother Yan, can he still come back?"
On the Yuhuaxianzhou, Wang Wenqian held a folding fan and looked at the ferocious giant ship in the mist in the distance, with worry flashing in his eyes.
It was less than ten hours before the start of the competition, but Yan Xing was still nowhere to be seen.
Besides, what if Brother Yan comes back in time?
Wang Wenqian shook his head and smiled bitterly. Their generation was still too young and their training years were too short. Even if they had some talent, how could they make waves in such a terrifying competition.
Yan Xing won the leader of [Wuji Ladder], which really shocked the whole audience, but in the secret realm, any Wanxiang realm should be able to beat him, right?
"Sixth brother, he will definitely come back because he is a punishment of hell."
Wang Baoer's eyes narrowed slightly, and thunder flickered deep in her childish hole. She believed that Yan Xing would abide by the agreement. At the same time, she didn't want Yan Xing to come. It was best to escape as far away as possible, and wait until she became a truly strong man and ruled the world. One day, he came again to avenge Feixian Cave.
Wang Baoer was already desperate for this competition.
She didn't expect that several supreme holy places would suddenly appear, nor did she expect that the imaginary competition would become so bloody. According to the rules of the competition, this secret realm will be a purgatory grinding, crushing everything, and one's personal power will become extremely ridiculous.
"Sigh, the world is difficult and dangerous. I don't know why. The senior officials want to fight to the end. How can these holy places be competed by Feixian?"
Wang Wenqian shook his head and sighed, with a puzzled look on his face, but he didn't know that the current senior officials of Feixian were also riding a tiger, and even the "Holy Land of True Hell" and "Holy Land of Cangtian Frontier" were also involved.
The key to the matter is no longer the pure blood of the human race. The protagonist has been changed quietly. It is the left eye of the saint and Yan Xing. Everything is coming for him.
"Sister, do you want to participate? The ancestors have already spoken. Everything is voluntary. If you don't get enough, we will draw lots."
"Actually, the higher-ups don't want you to take risks. After all, only if you are alive can you have a future, especially for a talented person like eldest sister..."
Wang Baoer remained silent. She understood what her sixth brother meant. Even her master almost made it clear that she should withdraw to protect herself.
stop--
Boom!
Suddenly, three streaks of light streaked across the sky, broke through the fog, and hit the fairy boat hard, making a huge noise and causing the surrounding crowd to look sideways.
"Hahahaha!"
"Finally caught up -"
An extremely burly figure, fully three feet tall, stepped through the smoke and dust, carrying a black broken halberd on its shoulders. The muscles in Chi Guo's upper body were tangled and covered with scars, and a sinister aura lingered around him.
"Not too late, not too late."
The slender figure stood in the smoke and dust, like a sharp sword unsheathed, with a strong sword intent.
"Bah, bah, bah! Big guy, what are you doing? You almost hit your aunt to death..."
clang!
A thick mace tore through the air and hit the burly man on the head. Sparks flew out and the sound of gold and iron was heard.
"Hmph! Iron Turtle!"
"hey-hey!"
Huh? It's them!
they are not……
The surrounding Feixian disciples all had strange looks in their eyes. Didn't these three people disappear nine years ago? He had already been judged as a defector, why did he show up again?
Under the oppression of the Holy Land, many monks in Feixian Cave could not bear the mental torture and chose to leave Feixian and defect to other forces.
Only Wang Baoer raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but there was no look of surprise on her face, because she knew that it was impossible for these three guys to defect. While sending a text message to Yan Xing, she also informed these three people.
"Leimeng? Zang Wu! Quinn! Wow, where have you guys been in the past few years!?"
"I miss you so much!
Wang Wenqian was startled and almost broke his hand on the folding fan. Then a look of surprise appeared on his face. He jumped up and hugged Raymond's lap.
"Sorry, we concealed our whereabouts because we didn't know if we could come back alive."
Lei Meng stretched out his hand to lift Wang Wenqian in front of him, a complex look flashed in his eyes. When Quinn proposed to explore the secret realm, he only had three vouchers to enter there, so he didn't tell others.
Secret realm?
No!
It was not a secret realm at all, but a little-known ruins. When Raymond thought about what he encountered inside, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
Fortunately, the three of them were lucky and finally came out alive.
'Brother Yan, this time, I finally have the qualification to look up at your back! '
A divine light appeared in Lei Meng's eyes, he tightened the broken halberd in his hand, and a touch of confidence appeared on his face, which was stronger than ever before.
"Hiss! What is this piece of scrap metal?!"
Wang Wenqian's brows trembled, but he was slightly closer to the tattered broken halberd. For some reason, he felt a little frightened in his heart.
"Hahaha! It's not scrap metal!"
Lei Meng laughed loudly, put Wang Wenqian down gently, and walked to Wang Baoer with heavy steps.
"Senior Sister Bao'er, do you have any news about my brother Yan?"
When Wang Baoer heard this, he looked up at the sky, his long dark purple hair flickering slightly, and his expression was complicated and inexplicable.
She regretted sending the text message, but if she hadn't done so, how would she have faced the punishment afterwards.
Therefore, she could only express the stakes involved, and it was up to Yan Xing to decide whether to come or not.
"Junior Brother Yan, we should be here soon!"
