Everyone nodded.
The leading demonic figure looked at the figure sitting on the chair engraved with the word "Zhuanlun" and gestured: "Brother Jingsheng."
Cui Jingsheng, the Wheel-turning Immortal King, did not speak. He flicked his finger and saw a black light shoot out. When it hit the center of the hall, it stopped and floated in mid-air.
Everyone took a closer look and discovered that it was a small black tower.
Cui Jingsheng said calmly: "This is a gadget I just made, please make use of it."
To make ends meet?
Everyone was a little confused after hearing this, what is this small black tower used for?
The next moment, they understood.
Boom!
A sudden change occurred, and the small black tower shone with light, gradually grew in size, and then turned into a hundred-foot tall tower. It fell to the ground with a "boom", causing the entire hall to tremble.
Almost instantly, the palm-sized black tower turned into a tall black tower on a hundred-foot high ground.
Cui Jingsheng said: "This tower is your fighting venue."
Everyone looked at each other in shock when they heard this.
Cui Jingsheng said: "Even though it is only a hundred feet high, in fact the space inside this tower is endless, enough for you to use it to your heart's content."
Only then did everyone understand the purpose of this tower.
Wu Lu asked: "May I ask Lord Immortal King, where are the rules?"
This is also a concern for everyone.
Cui Jingsheng said: "This tower has a total of five floors, and there are eleven of you. Why not fight in pairs, with every two people occupying one floor. As for the extra one, it will be randomly transferred to any floor. , that is to say, one group will have a duel between three people. This is the first battle. After the first battle, five of the eleven people will win."
"Then the five people are divided into two groups, a group of two and a group of three. This is the middle battle. After the middle battle, the five people will win two."
"Finally, the two will fight to determine the final winner. This final winner is the True Immortal Commander."
Cui Jingsheng explained the rules of the final assessment very clearly. Everyone nodded thoughtfully after listening. It was actually an elimination battle.
Cui Jingsheng said: "Enter the tower. After entering, you will be randomly teleported to each floor. It depends on fate who will become your opponent."
Everyone is a little impatient to know that the true immortals are in command, but being able to command all the true immortals participating in the war in the underworld is not only a representative of strength, but also a symbol of power.
No one doesn't want it.
Wu Lu sighed and said: "It's a pity that an arm was broken at this time. God must not let me meet a monster-level opponent."
Looking at his empty arms, all Wu Lu could do at this time was to persuade himself to cheer up. Maybe he could pick up the slack if he was lucky.
Ye Yan and Sha Fang's mentality at this time was not as good as Wu Lu's. With their strength, they would probably be eliminated in the first battle. They would be lucky to enter the middle battle. So at this time, the two of them discussed, if If two people happen to be in a trio at the same time, then work together to kill the other one first.
As for the other people, they were not as nervous and apprehensive as them.
Cui Xiang was playing with some talismans in the corner. He was not studying the talismans, but just playing with the talisman stacking butterflies. He folded them very skillfully. In just a few breaths, his dexterous hands folded a butterfly. Zhang's precious immortal talisman, which can kill ordinary true immortals, folds into a lifelike butterfly. This is Cui Xiang's way of passing the time.
Cui Xiang picked up a paper butterfly and threw it away. Maybe he didn't realize how childish this behavior was.
The paper butterfly drew a graceful arc in the air, and finally landed smoothly on the head of a murderous woman, and got caught in her pale hair.
Po Zhi, who was practicing, slowly opened his eyes, reached out and took off the paper butterfly on his head, and turned to look at Cui Xiang.
Cui Xiang was shocked by the eyes that exuded murderous intent, and stuttered: "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm mean."
Po Zhi stood up and walked towards Cui Xiang step by step. The two swords on his back reflected the cold light, which made people tremble with fear.
Cui Xiang was a little nervous. On the one hand, Po Zhi was too murderous, and on the other hand, he didn't usually talk to others, so how could he communicate with others.
Po Zhi came in front of Cui Xiang, and his eyes covered with murderous intent made Cui Xiang's heart go crazy. He could even imagine that Po Zhi suddenly pulled out the knife from behind and chopped off his head without hesitation.
"It's okay." Po Zhi's voice was a little hoarse and sounded more like a man's voice. This may be the reason why she was unwilling to speak. She returned the paper butterfly to Cui Xiang, then sat back down and continued practicing.
Cui Xiang did not expect that this woman who exuded the smell of killing was not as murderous as she seemed, and her character and temperament were somewhat inconsistent with her.
Yan Nan became taciturn, no longer as confident as before, and the faint smile on her lips disappeared. She didn't know how long she would be worried about Meng Luoluo.
Mo Zhu's eyes swam back and forth on Su Bujin like poisonous snakes, and he smiled evilly: "Su Bujin, I really hope to meet you first. After all, for a deadpool as powerful as you, I might You’ll never meet that again in this life.”
Fan Minyue whispered in Fanhe's ear: "Brother, who do you think will win this time?"
Fanhe said without hesitation: "Me."
Fan Minyue rolled her eyes and said, "You can pull me down. You can't even catch your brother-in-law's moves. There's no hope of winning. Just pray that you don't get hurt."
Fan He's eyes were firm and he said: "I came here just to fight for the leadership. Who here doesn't think so? Even if the opponent is strong, no one will be willing to be a foil. What I gain is that small hope. , Besides, I was somewhat careless last time, but this time I won’t underestimate the enemy like last time, I think I still have hope.”
Fan Minyue saw that Fanhe was full of confidence, so she didn't hit him anymore. She just looked back and forth between Su Bujin and Li Chengfu, "I'm very curious, who is stronger, your brother-in-law, or our uncle's daughter?" is stronger."
To be honest, Fanhe was also a little curious about this issue. He didn't know Su Bujin's strength originally. It wasn't until he saw Su Bujin's performance in the Immortal King's space with his own eyes that he realized that this was a tomb that was not weaker than Li Cheng's. It's right to think about the evil god. After all, he is the bloodline of the gambling uncle. It would be strange if he wasn't outstanding.
At this time, Cui Jingsheng said: "If there is no problem, let's start quickly."
"Wait a minute." A somewhat abrupt voice sounded at an inappropriate time. No one would have thought that someone would suddenly speak at this time.
