"The second ceremony, mutual fighting ceremony, any challenge, the winner will be qualified to accept the inheritance." The mysterious black-robed man held up a stone tablet in one hand and a small cauldron in the other, "This square cave has been refined. It has become a cave that can be carried around, the stone tablet in my hand is the key to controlling it, and this small tripod is the manifestation of the Mahayana technique."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stared closely at the two things in his hand, their eyes burning with passion, and upon closer inspection, they realized that this was true!
The mysterious man in black robe threw the two things and hung them in the air together with the golden beads. "In the mutual fighting ceremony, one party is the master, symbolizing the master's family. You can designate your opponent at will, or you can wait for the opponent to come to the stage. I will invite you." The one with the most valuable gifts will be the master."
Qi Huan smiled, he could take this opportunity to take the thing from the man's hand.
However, the mysterious black-robed man did not regard his son's seal as the most precious gift. Instead, he looked at Jiang Chuan and said, "Invite this distinguished guest to the stage."
Jiang Chuan seemed a little surprised. He folded his arms and hesitated for a while, raised his eyebrows fiercely, and strode onto the eight-sided platform.
"This is the Lord's token." The mysterious man in black robe handed him a golden mask.
"What happens if I lose?"
"Then the winner will be the master."
Jiang Chuan took the mask and glanced at the people below, as if he was considering who to choose as his opponent.
Someone immediately raised questions, "This is not fair. How many rounds does it take to win? If he deliberately chooses the weak one, wouldn't he always be able to win?"
"Don't worry, distinguished guests, there are eight rounds of mutual competition, and the competition will not go on endlessly, but it also means that you only have eight chances to win the qualification to inherit the inheritance. As for whether it is fair or not, you don't have to worry about it." The mysterious man in black robe cast a spell on the spot, and the golden beads on the top burst out and sank into the eight-sided platform. The invisible power awakened from the eight-sided platform and swayed in all directions.
Power bound!
Everyone was already very wary of this inexplicable situation, but now, their cultivation has also been imprisoned!
Suddenly, my heart felt like duckweed, and I didn't even care about the inheritance. I couldn't help but ask, "When can we leave this place?"
"When the banquet is over, I will send the distinguished guests away."
"What on earth is this man in black robe?" Hua Jianci looked at the chaotic hexagrams. He was either a powerful person several times more powerful than the dozens of life and death realms present, or he was a dead thing, otherwise she wouldn't be able to calculate it. Find out his origin.
Although his cultivation level has been sealed, his secret skills and Taoist talents powered by his own essence and blood can still be used. Zhan Changfeng plans to wait and see what happens.
If it is true as Hua Jianci said, the owner of Fangdongtian is a Taoist Yishu, and Taoist Yishu may be the source of the human elixir formula for the disciples of the Red Mansion, then whether he wants to choose the successor or has an ulterior motive is unclear. That’s easy to say.
"The fighting ceremony begins!" The mysterious man in black robe stepped down from the stage and gave up his position.
Everyone's brains are not in vain, this is to let them fight in the ring shirtless.
Some people's minds are activated. He himself is not strong in the realm of life and death, but when his power is blocked, it is not certain who is strong and who is weak.
People's thoughts are always surprisingly similar. Those monks who were originally afraid of Jiang Chuan wanted to rush forward immediately.
Unfortunately, there are already two people on the stage now.
One is Ba Tuo Shen De, and the other is Demon Cultivator Jiang Chuan.
Jiang Chuan licked his red lips, put on his golden mask, and pulled out the knife on his back.
The man in black robe said loudly, "Jiang, to Ba Tuo!"
The crowd burst into cheers, causing the group of outsiders to look at them frequently. They were all wearing white clothes and carrying lanterns, with smiles on their faces and they were extremely festive.
Batoshunde's muscles were tense. He specialized in magic and always suffered a loss against a sword-wielding martial artist like Jiang Chuan.
But the treasure is in front of him, how can he be allowed to shrink back!
Punch!
Those powerful punches were nothing in Jiang Chuan's eyes. With his fighting skills, he could win steadily even without cultivation.
But at that moment, he suddenly felt some kind of power. He resisted and struggled, and the golden mask stuck firmly to his face, as if it wanted to merge with him!
His eyes were empty for a moment, and suddenly there was some kind of fanaticism!
Jiang Chuan easily grasped the fist he punched. The knife fell, his arm was broken, and blood spurted out.
The scorching heat flowed on his face, neck, hands, and clothes.
He listened to Batoshunde's screams and took advantage of the victory to pursue him.
Cut off the limbs.
Cut off the head.
He knelt on the side, cut open Batoshunde's abdomen, and religiously took out the internal organs.
There were eight stone pillars standing around the eight-sided platform, and the top of each stone pillar was burning with flames, like a huge torch. At this time, the flame on one of the stone pillars suddenly jumped, boom! Go out!
No one expected this scene, and there was an uproar. Among them, Wan Gu said angrily, "Even if you are a demon cultivator, you can't kill people like this!"
She jumped on stage with a sword.
"Jiang, right Wan!"
Jiang Chuan wiped his face, and there were five horizontal blood stains on his face. He picked up the knife again.
The crowd cheers!
Qi Huan was shocked, "The demon cultivators just have different ideas. How could they do such a thing? This is clearly the work of an evil cultivator who has lost his mind."
There was something wrong with the mask. Zhan Changfeng turned around and walked into the crowd. He could no longer wait passively. He had to look for any breakthrough points first.
There was obviously a lot of people talking, but she couldn't hear any voices. She originally thought that the people who appeared were projections of a certain image from the past, but their reactions to the scene were real and weird. They were neither people nor ghosts nor a simple illusion.
She couldn't understand this existence.
Zhan Changfeng suddenly thought of the Xiaoyu Realm. Once it starts to rain in the Xiaoyu Realm, the ground will be submerged, and the entire world will turn from land to ocean. No one can explain this phenomenon. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is the inversion. Normal order, the land changes into the ocean. This is its law.
By chance, she heard that the Xiaoyu Realm was not born naturally, but was a small world created by an ancient emperor. After the ancient emperor died, the Xiaoyu Realm became an ownerless star realm.
The Emperor's Creation has a distinctive feature, that is, whether the rules in it seem weird or normal, they are all real rules, and everything that exists under these rules is reasonable.
Could it be that this space is not a cave, but a small world?
A rule written by the creator of the small world that allows this special existence that is neither a human nor a ghost nor an illusion?
Except for the world of small fish, she has never been to a world born the day after tomorrow. She really can't imagine what kind of world and what kind of rules can turn the world upside down, change the sun and the moon, or create things that are beyond common sense.
She stepped into the ancient building and stopped a man who was in a hurry to go to the square to see the birthday ceremony. "Excuse me, where is the Taoist Priest? I've been here for so long and haven't met the master yet. I feel really ashamed."
The handsome young man in white and ink clothes shrank back as if frightened. After seeing her appearance clearly, his cheeks were slightly red and he said shyly, "We rarely see the Taoist priest. If the Taoist priest is willing to appear, he will appear naturally. Dear guest. Let’s go to the square to watch the ceremony.”
"Really." Zhan Changfeng still couldn't hear his thoughts, but his reaction was very real, "What's your name?"
"Ranqi." He bowed embarrassedly and ran to the square to watch the excitement.
