Cultivation starts from drawing superhuman physique

Chapter 411 The Power of Purple Source Sutra

After handing in his number, Su Poman walked through a formation and entered the arena.

The layers of clouds and water ripples spread out, and what comes into view is a vast and boundless place like an underwater world. It is tens of thousands of feet high, and its distance is difficult to measure vertically and horizontally.

Such a large venue is enough to accommodate hundreds of mysterious immortals to take action at the same time, and even the magic of burning mountains and boiling seas can be performed.

There is a layer of aqua blue membrane on the edge of the arena, which not only can defend against Xuanxian level attacks, but also has the effect of confining space.

After coming in, Su Poman keenly discovered that there were already many monks hiding here. They each chose a place to hide themselves by some means.

When the melee begins, everyone will definitely use their own methods to cause the world to collapse. If you accidentally encounter the place where the immortals, magic and magical powers are fighting, it will be very unlucky. Therefore, everyone stays far away and looks for their own corner to hide.

It would be great if you could escape the first wave of battles, because this kind of melee is often the most intense time at the beginning, and only the truly strong can survive such an intense battle.

Su Poman did not hide his thoughts and stood directly in mid-air, closing his eyes and waiting for the melee to begin.

"What an arrogant boy!"

"If an early Xuan Immortal dares to show off like this, I'm afraid he will be eliminated first!"

"Not a wise move!"

……

A group of spectators in the audience stared at this place and discussed with each other. In their opinion, if a monk in the early stage of Xuanxian dares to hide himself among opponents who are almost all in the late stage of Xuanxian, the melee will definitely become a living thing at the beginning. target.

In this arena, there are three people who do not hide themselves like Su Poman. One is a strong man with a body like an iron tower, one is a young man in green shirt with pagoda hanging on his head, and the other is Jingpanzhou. The fourth-ranked yellow-faced man, Ogu.

Except for Aogu, the other two people are both famous. The strong man is a disciple of the ancient giant god sect, and the young master in Qingshan is the nephew of an immortal king. They both have fighting prowess that is superior to those of the same level. .

Although Ogu is not well-known, he possesses the strength of the late Xuanxian, and the fairy pet bag around his waist exudes a heart-stopping aura from time to time, making him look extremely untouchable.

The descendant of the Giant God Sect glanced at Su Poman from a distance and said unexpectedly: "Are you also a physical practitioner?"

"That's it!"

Su Poman nodded, already wanting to end this battle quickly.

This answer was so impure that the strong man from the Iron Tower frowned and lost interest in talking to him.

Aogu glanced at Su Poman and the strong man from the iron tower with cloudy eyes, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "Don't worry, my little darlings, there will be meat to eat later, that's The body that contains the power of law is a great tonic!”

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and patted the fairy pet bag hanging on his waist. The fairy pet bag shook and then became quiet.

The colleague whose Immortal Pet Bag was shaking, the green-shirted young man, instantly turned around and stared at Ogu with a heavy gaze. His brows furrowed slightly, as if he had discovered something.

About half a stick of incense time has passed, and all the participants in Arena No. 9538 have arrived.

At this time, a misty voice came from high in the sky.

"Dear participants, after the melee begins, casualties are inevitable. If you want to quit, please leave now. To admit defeat, you need to send a message to me with your spiritual consciousness immediately. I will naturally fish out the eliminated people!"

"Get ready now. When the bell rings, this battle will begin!"

The voice slowly dispersed with a long tail note.

At this moment, everyone became nervous and listened intently. Time seemed to become long and anxious at this moment.

Some of them had already taken out their magic weapons, surrounded them, and held up layers of magic shields of various colors, staring at the surroundings with solemn expressions.

Boom~~~

In Juyang City, a bell rang out, instantly spreading throughout the arenas.

In an instant, when you look up on the street, you can see that the suspended arenas are suddenly lit up with lights of various colors, shadows of various magic spells appear in front of people like a hundred flowers blooming, and rumbling sounds are also heard. Outside Juyang City, a series of mysterious light shadows stood in the sky. The lights and shadows played in them were exactly the scenes of fighting in various arenas. The spectators suddenly let out exclamations like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Those who can enter the mainland's Prodigy Warriors are all geniuses among geniuses. They are powerful in combat and possess one or two unique skills.

With this move, all kinds of powerful secret arts and magical powers were dazzling. The audience felt dazzled. There was too much information displayed in the mysterious light transmission, and they had no time to do anything else. They stared at the things in the sky with wide eyes. Guangying exclaimed when he saw a long-lost ancient secret technique, and the next moment he was attracted by a stunning sword light.

"That's the magic of Tianji Puppet. I didn't expect this person to be able to control three thousand machine puppets at the same time. It's so powerful! I'm afraid no one in Arena No. 65 can be his opponent!"

"Look at Arena No. 109. That person actually has a Xuantian Treasure Body and can withstand attacks from magical weapons!"

"It's so enjoyable. It's really a worthwhile trip. I can see so many powerful magical powers and secrets!"

……

In Arena No. 9538.

When the bell rang, more than ten monks attacked Su Poman at the same time, probably with the idea of ​​eliminating this conspicuous person first.

In this regard, Su Poman could only choose to eliminate them first.

Among the attacks of various colors of light, there are magic weapons, immortal arts, talismans, and exotic treasures. Their attack power exceeds that of ordinary mysterious immortals, and the space around him instantly fills up.

Su Poman sneered, and the biological force field around him suddenly expanded. These attacks fell into the invisible force field and were instantly eliminated without making a sound.

"what?"

"how is this possible?"

……

The monks who attacked were stunned for a moment. They never expected that their full blow would not break through the defense.

"Oops!"

"It's broken, this is an iron plate!"

……

Seeing that the situation was not good, more than half of the monks suddenly had the idea of ​​retreating.

However, how could Su Poman let them go so easily? He just wanted to give them a taste of the power of the 'Purple Source Sutra'. As soon as he raised his hand, the world around him changed instantly.

The dozen or so monks suddenly found that they seemed to be in a strange space, with a dark hole above their heads, and countless stars seemed to be circulating in the distance, and an inexplicable panic arose in their hearts.

"Refining!"

With a low shout, like the words of a god, the pressure of the universe came instantly, directly suppressing the dozens of mysterious immortals until their cultivation was reduced, and they became like mortals.

Under the projection of the universe of Ziyuan Gong, this world is his home field. Su Poman is the creator and the only god. As long as he can imagine, he can display all kinds of magical powers and secrets. That's how it works!

As soon as the word "refining" fell, a dozen tall heaven and earth furnaces instantly appeared in the world, and the Xuanxian monks were immediately being refined like pills.

Whether it is the protective magic weapons and fairy weapons on their bodies, or the treasures and fairy stones in storage devices, they are all dissipating rapidly at this moment, and even their cultivation is deteriorating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What the hell is this place? Let me out!"

A Xuanxian in platinum robes shouted with fear on his face.

"I surrender!"

Some people already want to admit defeat, but no matter what, this place is a world of its own, and the spiritual message cannot be transmitted at all.

(End of this chapter)