People are in a weird world, you call this a game of cultivation

Chapter 410 Arrow of Divine Fire!

"Go, ghost dragon!" the man in black ordered.

The thin man in black with a ghostly aura flew forward slowly.

His figure twisted in the air until the whole person disappeared.

In the void plane, the ghost dragon approached the divine beast at a very high speed.

"Long Shuai, you really predict things like a god, and the Danghu barrier also covers the void plane." Guilong said.

"Everything is going according to plan," said the man in black.

The ghost dragon speeded up in the void plane, and his body was like a black meteor rushing towards the enchantment of the void plane.

"Bang!!"

The ghost dragon hit the Danghu barrier like a black meteor, and its surface was sunken like a balloon.

"Break!" Ghost Dragon roared.

A hole immediately appeared in the barrier, and the ghost dragon rushed into the barrier forcefully.

Entering the sky above the Zongmen, it drilled out from the void plane to the reality plane.

"Dang Hu's enchantment is nothing more than that." Guilong laughed evilly, and immediately his figure floated into the mountains of the sect like a ghost.

at the same time.

In the Ten Thousand Buddha School, in the enchantment hall, a disciple suddenly opened his eyes, his expression changed, and he said, "There are foreign enemies breaking in!"

The enchantment hall immediately became agitated.

A senior brother from the enchantment hall asked: "Have you found out where it is?"

"In the northwest corner of the enchantment, the location of the intrusion is the ancient pagoda forest, and the target is one person!" said the disciple who detected the invasion of foreign enemies.

The elder brother of the Formation Hall said: "Immediately notify the disciples of Fumo Hall and Information Hall to investigate."

"Yes!" A disciple replied.

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"I have kept all the disciples waiting for a long time. I am Xuan Kun, the headmaster of the first subduing dragon hall in the Nine Islands of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, and the host of this sect."

A tall middle-aged man with white temples stood on the highest presiding stage holding a Kowloon Zen stick in his hand, his piercing eyes swept across all the disciples in the audience.

"Sect martial arts competitions are divided into both winners and losers!"

"If you get a number sign, please perform Wutai."

"I declare that the sect competition begins now!"

Following the words of Xuan Kun, the head master of the first subduing dragon hall, the disciples below were erupting.

Except for the players who participated in the competition, almost all of the stands were aboriginal disciples of the sect.

Waves of cheers rose one after another, bringing the atmosphere of the sect competition to its peak.

On the presiding stage, the chief disciple of the Jianglong Hall took out two bamboo tubes filled with numbers and shook his hands at the same time. The two sticks fell on the table. Shouted: "No. 78 is against No. [-], disciples please prepare."

Soon, two disciples walked onto the Wutai stage.

Both disciples are players, one comes from the material hall, and the other comes to the cultivation tower.

Both of them know that the other is a player, and they also understand that when they go to the martial arts arena, they will decide whether to compete or not.

Zongmen competition is a way for players to knock out matches.

The first Master Xuankun did not recite any rules, which means that there are no rules in the sect competition.

Yeah, not even a barrier.

Although the martial arts arena is large, if there is any skill with a large area of ​​damage, it can spread to the stands in minutes and hurt the sect's disciples.

Feeling that the lives of those aboriginal disciples are not fate.

The battle between the two was on the verge of breaking out, and neither side had any reservations. They used killer moves as soon as they met each other.

After more than a dozen rounds, accompanied by a scream, the disciple of the training tower flew backwards spurting blood, hit the stands, fainted on the spot, and his life and death were uncertain.

"No. [-] wins, the next group!" the chief disciple shouted.

Continuing to draw the lottery, another group of players entered the martial arts arena, and the enthusiasm of the sect disciples and the audience on the stage was still high.

"Eldest brother, if you are defeated, can you hang up the white cloth and surrender?" Wang Zhitao asked weakly. He felt that there were players on the competition stage, and it would be too cruel to fight to the death. Since it is a competition, there should be surrender. .

Senior brother Guo Gang snorted coldly, pointed at a female disciple wearing a cool long dress holding a sign on the side of the competition stage and said, "Can't you see the big characters?"

Only then did Wang Zhitao see the bunny girl...oh, no, it was a coolly dressed woman holding a sign above her head: "The winner is divided, no surrender!"

The other two disciples also let out a long sigh. In fact, they were not very willing to fight.

In their view, the Zongmen competition is a 50.00% knockout match. If surrender is prohibited, then the battle can only end when the winner is decided. The winner is not just verbally saying that you win and I lose. The winner must be declared when the disciples, hosts, and judges agree that the loser has no ability to fight.

However, the loser has no fighting ability, and there are only two situations, fainting or death!

It is not feasible to use opportunistic rhetoric to confuse the winner in the competition, so that the martial arts arena becomes a stage where both life and death are divided.

If you don't fight with all your strength, you will end up dead or disabled.

Therefore, most of these players are praying in their hearts that they can meet a weak opponent.

Soon another group of members decided the winner. One of the players had his head cut off and died on the spot. The winner was not much better, losing an arm and winning quite tragically.

Seeing such a tragic duel, many players began to retreat.

Wang Zhitao was one of them, he asked again: "Brother, can I take part in the sect competition next time?"

Senior brother Guo Gang's eyes flashed sharply, and he said with a serious expression: "The sect has regulations. Those who do not participate in the general meeting, the ceremony, the sect competition, and the sect trial have not reported or specially approved in advance. The disciples of each hall must Actively participate, and anyone who violates it will be dealt with by the Discipline Hall, if the circumstances are minor, the tendons and tendons of the arms and legs will be cut off and their cultivation base will be expelled from the lower realm, if the circumstances are serious, they will be punished by raising divine beasts!"

When the disciples heard the words, their faces changed drastically. They didn't expect that they would be punished so severely for not participating in sect activities.

"Are you responsible for feeding the beasts?" A disciple next to Wang Zhitao raised his hand and asked.

Guo Gang laughed coldly, his expression mocking the ignorance of these disciples.

"Idiot, I used you to feed the beast!" Tang Xilu said.

When the disciple heard this, his face turned black.

"It seems that it is impossible to take the opportunity to sneak away. We can only watch after we win a game." Li Ran thought.

The strength of the players participating in the Zongmen Trial varies from good to bad.

Except for the group of intruders who entered from the dark sea on the Hurricane, the average number of dungeons of other players is about 20 times. Li Ran glanced over and found that there were more than 9 players with high strength, and those with low strength. Only fifty or sixty thousand.

The large gap means that there is little suspense about the outcome.

"I don't know how many players entered the Ruins of Senluo this time. As far as I can see so far, there are more than 100 participating in the sect competition. There are also some players who did not participate in it, and players who may have died due to mission failures before. I'm afraid there are at least five hundred players, or even more than that."

"There are not only Ten Thousand Buddhas in the Ruins of Senluo, but are there other forces, other secret realms, realms, etc. in the lower realm? Will there be other players in the lower realm or somewhere else?"

How huge is the copy of Senluo Ruins?

I am afraid that this problem can only be known by the lower bound.

In addition to the sacred beasts carrying the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, Li Ran had seen the ribs of giant beasts soaring into the sky, and that was in a forest basin.

Could there be such a huge beast as Danghu in the Ruins of Senluo?

If this is the case, the size of the Ruins of Senluo may exceed any previous dungeons.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a planet.

When Li Ran saw the terrifying rule world of Senluo Ruins in the dark sea, Li Ran had the feeling of looking at the blue star, which showed that its volume was far beyond imagination.

Is the dungeon of myriad calamities a planet dungeon?

What kind of creature is the giant squid seen in the dark sea?
Is the Ruins of Senluo a realm of no master or a realm of rules that exists in a terrifying existence.

If this is a world with a master, how strong is its master?

Will it be the one who kills me?

Many questions emerged in Li Ran's mind.

"Congratulations to Junior Brother Tang, it's easy to win, not bad, I will recommend you to the master, Baicao Hall will focus on cultivating Junior Brother Tang."

When Li Ran was full of thoughts, Tang Xilu in disguise had already completed the battle and won very easily. The opponent was thrown into the audience by her Wu Tianling, and immediately lost her fighting power.

"Thank you, big brother." Tang Xilu replied and sat beside Li Ran.

After another two groups of people went up to compete, the chief disciple of Jianglongtang finally got Li Ran's number.

"No. 36 against No. [-]."

Guo Gang walked to Li Ran's side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Junior Brother Li, Master and I are optimistic about you, and come back with good grades."

Li Ran nodded, retracted his thoughts, adjusted the Luna mask on his face, and then strode towards the martial arts stage.

The Yanwu stage is very huge, about the size of a football field.

The purpose is also to allow players to show more possibilities and freedom in the competition.

The ground is also made of special stone, and the damage of general skills is even difficult to cause damage on the ground.

Li Ran was the first to stand on the stage, and his opponent was a player from King Kong Hall.

Dressed in white, personable, holding a Xiaoyao fan, Ling Feng stands proudly in the middle of the stage, with elegance and nobility in every gesture.

As soon as this person entered the stage, many female disciples in the preparation area and the stands immediately screamed.

"Bai Jingyu, Bai Jingyu!"

"Moshang is like jade, son is unparalleled in the world, master Bai, ahhh!!"

Seeing the exaggerated shouts of the aboriginal female disciples behind the opponent, Li Ran's toes almost dug out a room on the floor tiles.

Dig and dig and dig in the big arena.

"I have to win, otherwise I'm sorry for the cheerleaders cheering for me, aren't you?" Bai Jingyu slammed the Xiaoyao Fan forward, and a gust of green wind rose from the ground and quickly turned into two green wind dragons lingering around him .

This move was both handsome and elegant, and his temperament exploded directly, causing the aboriginal female disciples in the stands to scream.

"Are the aborigines so humane now?" Li Ran said speechlessly.

Fortunately, the female players in the preparation area are not so mentally handicapped.

A female player who can go through [-] dungeons would not commit this kind of nympho.

I have to say that the aboriginal atmosphere group has been very successful.

"Your power value is not low, it should be [-]. Among the [-] players this time, your strength is considered to be above average. But you still have to lose when you meet me, because before the sect competition, I completed a task, which happened to increase my power to [-]."

"One hundred thousand strange powers, how many players can't overcome the natural moat, which means that I have already stepped into the ranks of world masters, what are you fighting with me!" Bai Jingyu said arrogantly.

Li Ran was slightly taken aback, no wonder he couldn't see the opponent's strange power.

"One hundred thousand strange powers, then you are quite powerful, and you can seal the world master after the dungeon." Li Ran said lightly.

He slowly sacrificed a bow, held the bow in both hands, and took out a feathered arrow from the storage space, and said unhurriedly: "But you talk too much nonsense."

After finishing speaking, Li Ran put the feather arrow on the bow and arrow, and pulled the bowstring.

"Zheng~!"

The bow and arrow made a sound like a wild beast, and the feather arrow turned into a flaming meteor and shot away.

"Strange, what's the matter with this strength? The strength of a light pull is much greater than that of the Sunset Bow. I have to study how to suppress the strength a little. If you are too high-profile, you will die quickly." Li Ran was afraid of being too high-profile in the competition. Attract the attention of enemies lurking in the shadows.

Facing Li Ran's attack, Bai Jingyu smiled disdainfully and said, "Boy, you are too contemptuous of people, you want to defeat me with just one bursting arrow?"

He fixed his eyes, and waved the Xiaoyao fan in his hand, and the two wind dragons swimming around him immediately flew towards the fire, rain and meteor arrows.

In front of the two intertwined dragons, that sporadic arrow is as fragile as a mantis' arms.

The two wind dragons can easily destroy the flame meteor arrows, destroying the opponent together with their devastating power.

Soon, the intertwined twin wind dragons collided with the flame meteor arrows.

"My Shuanglong Xizhu epic skill, who will play with you?" Bai Jingyu smiled disdainfully. He released the lethal epic skill as soon as he came on stage. He just wanted to make a quick decision to avoid long nights and dreams.

What's ridiculous is that his opponent doesn't even seem to be very familiar with the bow and arrow. After shooting an arrow, he fiddled with the bow and arrow on the spot, and even released a low-level skill that didn't hurt or itch to test it.

Simply ridiculous!

His double dragon play ball will tear this kid to pieces!
The whistling twin wind dragons are like two giant dragons crossing the border with a force of destruction, tearing up everything in their path, as if even the air would be devoured and torn apart.

Compared with Li Ran's Shenhuo Arrow, it is simply the difference between a mad dragon and a little loach, both in terms of strength and momentum.

The disciples in the preparation area and the auditorium also felt that this was already a suspenseless battle.

The elder brother under the arena also frowned. Seeing that Li Ran was familiar with bows and arrows after shooting a painless arrow, his expression sank instantly, and he thought to himself: "I'm afraid the master may be mistaken."

Wang Zhitao and his two disciples became worried.

"Our closed disciples are not familiar with the new equipment, why are they still cramming?"

Wang Zhitao also felt the same way.

"He's just cramming!" Tang Xilu smiled.

She figured it out, Li Ran was holding a new piece of equipment, and he was obviously not familiar with the control of power.

Tang Xilu smiled faintly, and said in her heart: "If I hadn't seen your strength, I would have thought you were playing."

"Sssssssssssssssss!!!!"

The moment the flaming arrows collided with the pair of wind dragons, there was a piercing and sharp sound on the competition stage, just like the sound of chalk accidentally scratching on the blackboard, amplified hundreds of times.

All the disciples in the auditorium and the preparation area also covered their ears and opened their mouths wide to resist the harsh sound.

"What's the situation?" Bai Jingyu looked suspiciously at the area where the two forces collided.

When he saw that flaming arrow tearing apart the two wind dragons madly, his face froze instantly.

A low-level flaming arrow was tearing apart the two wind dragons like a bamboo, and the ear-piercing noise was exactly the friction sound of the arrows tearing the wind dragons apart.

The arrow pierced into the body of the two intertwined wind dragons unstoppably, like a sword piercing the green bamboo, it tore the wind dragon like rags, and the flaming arrow pierced through the wind dragon with unabated speed and moved towards Bai Jingyu struck, as fast as a flaming meteor.

Seeing this scene, Bai Jingyu's expression changed drastically.

He didn't expect that his epic skill would be as fragile and vulnerable to a low-level explosive arrow from the opponent.

He panicked for a moment, and quickly swept the Xiaoyao fan in front of him, and a huge wind wall instantly rose from the ground.

But the flaming arrow ignored the rising wind wall, pierced through it, and struck in front of Bai Jingyu like lightning.

At that moment, time seemed to be frozen. Bai Jingyu looked at the flaming arrow that pierced through the wind wall and reached his eyes in disbelief. Only then did he see that the flaming arrow was very different from ordinary flaming arrows.

The tip of the entire arrow is shining with a golden-red flame, and the flame is wrapped around the entire feather arrow, and the red flame is burning around the periphery, and its entire feather arrow, including the arrow, is indeed golden, especially the golden light on the arrow, which seems to contain a Like a terrifying force.

Only then did he realize that the arrow Li Ran shot was not a test at all, nor was it a so-called low-level skill, but a skill with great lethality.

Li Ran didn't intend to do any testing when he came to the stage, and it was a quick decision!

The ridiculous thing is that he actually thought it was a temptation, a low-level skill.

When the golden light on Yujian's arrow exploded in front of Bai Jingyu, and his eyes were instantly engulfed by the white light, he knew that he was doomed!

"boom!!!"

A mass of intense white light flickered on the competition platform, taking away everyone's vision in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a heat wave swept across the preparation area and auditorium.

Everyone just felt as if they were in the hot desert in the stove.

They couldn't see anything, and their ears were full of panicked screams, and the sound of flames spreading and burning.

Until the heat wave gradually subsided, the sound of flames gradually fell silent.

Everyone on the field gradually opened their eyes.

"This...this is..."

All the Zongmen disciples and the audience in the auditorium had their eyes widened like copper bells.

On the competition platform, a cloud of blazing white flames remained in the sky above the competition platform, and the traces and outlines of the sky-high mushroom cloud formed by the flames could be vaguely seen.

"What's the situation, is it a nuclear bomb, do you want to be so exaggerated?" A player stood up from the preparation area in shock, with the terrifying mushroom cloud of flames reflected in his pupils.

"Where's Bai Jingyu?"

At this time, the disciples of King Kong Hall in the auditorium found that Bai Jingyu had disappeared.

Bai Jingyu disappeared in the ring!

"Wow!!!"

The sect disciples suddenly realized something.

"Is this vaporization!" a female player said in disbelief.

"Vaporization!!"

For a moment, these two words swept the entire arena.

What kind of concept is this?

Does that arrow have the power of a nuclear bomb? A person is vaporized alive!
On the presiding stage, the first master Xuan Kun and the chief disciple were also stunned.

Until a broken Xiaoyao fan fell on the stage like a falling leaf.

The chief disciple shouted in a daze: "Number [-]...win...win!!"

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