Great Immortal with Boundless Mana

On the sixth floor of the Scarlet Blood Building, a large group of gamblers were looking at the huge water mirror in the center.

This water mirror is not just one, but has thirty-six sides, completely reflecting the details of the arena from all directions.

The water mirror can even measure the consciousness and mana levels of both parties, represented by the four colors of black, cyan, red and gold. The more intense the light, the stronger the intensity.

It is also the mastery of the Six Paths Wheel Altar that can roughly estimate the fighting status of both sides.

Generally speaking, the consciousness and magic power of the transformed god level are within the blue light range.

The Ghost Mountain King standing in the center of the arena showed a very powerful green light at the level of his spiritual consciousness and mana. This can be seen very clearly through a separate water mirror.

The water mirror that surprised many cultivators could not see the fluctuations of Gao Xian's spiritual consciousness and changes in his magic power.

"This human race has some skills!" The tall Ding Sangou snorted, and his six huge eyes rolled around, obviously shocked by this.

Ding Sangou, as a fifth-level strongman of the demon clan, was born with three heads, which looked like a dog and was extremely ugly. But a human body grows.

The three heads not only allow him to see in all directions, but also make his consciousness far stronger than his peers.

After fighting his way out from the bottom, he is now a famous demon clan strongman.

Ding Sangou has no friendship with the Ghost Mountain King. He actually hates the Ghost Mountain King. In his opinion, ghosts are not living beings at all, they can only be regarded as rotten flesh that is not completely dead.

He was so shocked mainly because he was ranked 35th on the second list.

If Ghost Mountain King loses, this human cultivator will probably challenge him. He's not afraid of a fight, but he doesn't like fighting with a guy who can't see through the depths of things.

Yibai Snake on the side smiled coquettishly: "Why, Sangou, are you afraid? Hehehe..."

Yibai Snake has a charming appearance and a graceful figure. Sitting on the chair, she is as soft as a bone. Most of her long legs are exposed from the white robe, and the close-fitting robe outlines the undulating curves.

She is beautiful and charming, and her behavior is casual and unrestrained. Many males can't help but have some thoughts after seeing her.

Now she was teasing Ding Sangou, her words were very mean, but her tone was like coquettishness, as if she was flirting with Ding Sangou again.

Ding Sangou turned his huge head towards Yibai Snake, glaring at him with bright black eyes, as if he was going to open his mouth and bite him to death.

Yibai Snake stuck out its forked red tongue, with a provocative attitude of come and eat me.

Ding Sangou calmed down his anger. He knew that he would never be able to fight this white snake.

Baijiahu said in a deep voice: "This human race has practiced the integration of souls and followed the path of integrating form and spirit. Only in this way can the energy of Qi be converged without any leakage."

The White-armored Tiger is also the strongest among the fifth-level demon clan and is very prestigious.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the casual Yibai Snake sat up straight and put away the provocative expression on his face.

The surrounding cultivators also nodded repeatedly to express their appreciation for Baijiahu's analysis.

Onizuka-kun, who was sitting opposite, said coldly: "You mean that Onizuka-King will definitely lose?"

Onizuka-kun's complexion is pale, and although his face is handsome, he is as dull and rigid as a paper man. Sitting there, he felt light and weightless, and his whole body was filled with cold air.

There was a large area vacant around him, and no one wanted to be next to this fifth-level strong man from the ghost clan.

The white-armored tiger glanced at Onitsuka-kun coldly. He was disgusted with this ghostly guy and had no interest in talking to him.

Onizuka-kun didn't get a response, and he didn't care. A pair of dead fish-like eyes stared into the water mirror above.

In fact, he didn't care much about the life and death of the Ghost Mountain King. Although he was from the same clan, it didn't matter. It's just that such a human cultivator suddenly appears, so you have to see clearly.

Bai Jia Hu, Yi Bai Snake, Ding San Gou plus him are all ranked at the top of the B list. Naturally, they all have to pay attention to this new guy.

If the opponent wins, there's no telling who he will challenge next...

Watching the battle live, at least you can know the reality of this person.

There are actually hundreds of cultivators in the hall, most of whom are in the fourth or fifth level, with the majority being in the fifth level. As one of the centers of the Six Paths and Thirty-three Heavens, Wheel City has never been short of fifth level.

Among all the fifth orders, the White-armored Tiger is undoubtedly the most powerful and famous. Therefore, many practitioners respect him more and believe in his judgment.

The combined soul is not that unusual. In fact, most practitioners who take the path of physical cultivation will choose this path. It’s just that it’s so rare for humans to become a combined soul!
"In my opinion, he might be a swordsman." Jin Wuque, who was sitting in the corner, said calmly.

Jin Wuque has a slender figure, a face as pale as gold, and a voice as sonorous as gold and iron, sharp and yet fierce and tough.

Although this person was talking to Shui Jing, everyone present understood that Jin Wuque was talking to Bai Jiahu.

The white-armored tiger raised his thick eyebrows: "Maybe."

He knew that Jin Wuque was not convinced by him and would deliberately oppose him.

As a strong man in the evil way, Jin Wuque was born with a Geng-Gold sword body and was an extremely powerful swordsman. Since he felt that this human race might be a sword cultivator, he must have his reasons.

The combined soul is the unity of form and spirit, and swordsmanship also pays attention to the unity of form and spirit. It's just that the sword cultivator's unity of form and spirit is based on the sword, which is very different from the combined soul.

In terms of external performance, it is difficult to see the difference.

Although Baijiahu was confident, Gao Xian's aura on the water mirror was now completely integrated, and he couldn't see much. There is no need to argue with Jin Wuque.

No matter what kind of cultivator Gao Xian is, he will never be able to hide the source of his magical power when facing a strong person of the same level.

Jiang Yulin sat in the corner and listened to the discussions of many strong men. He had a calm expression on his face, but he was quite happy in his heart.

The first battle attracted the attention of so many level 5 experts, and the bet draw in this round was enough for him to make a fortune, not to mention that he secretly defeated Gao Xian and made another fortune. It's just that these guys have poisonous eyes, Gao Xian shouldn't be able to go far. Just as he expected, he would win two or three games.

After two or three games, Gao Xian's abilities were thoroughly figured out by the other fifth-level players, and he had no chance of winning.

A strong man like Yang Kangtian can win more than ten games in a row because of his strong strength. Even if the opponent knew in advance what Yang Kangtian was good at, he still wouldn't be able to restrain himself...

The Ghost Mountain King in the arena could not hear the discussions of many experts.

Facing an unfamiliar opponent, although Guishan King was confident, he would not act rashly. Especially since the square god is one, his mana and consciousness are hidden, which makes him even more cautious.

The full moon in the sky shed cold moonlight, which made all the ghosts trapped in Guishan King's body a little excited. They twisted and roared, trying to rush out of his body.

The Ghost Mountain King couldn't see through Gao Xian's changes, so he took advantage of the situation to trigger the Ten Thousand Ghosts Hengtian Lu.

Evil ghosts turned into black energy and shot out from his body. After absorbing enough spiritual energy in the air, they quickly expanded and grew in size.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of nearly fifth-level evil ghosts had gathered and formed, roaring around the Ghost Mountain King.

Some evil spirits are ferocious, some are vicious and cold, some transform into various forms, and some become invisible...

Ten Thousand Ghosts Hengtian Lu is a fundamental inherited secret method of the ghost clan. The ghost clan can kill fellow clan members and plunder the power and soul of the clan members for their own use.

Although these methods are cruel, they are very effective. If you don't want to become an evil ghost from other ghost tribes, you have to practice hard.

Of course, only a very small number of ghosts are qualified to practice this secret method.

The Ghost Mountain King was not of high origin, but he was born to fight ghosts. The more he fought, the stronger he became. After thousands of years of hard fighting, he finally reached his current position.

His cultivation in Wangui Hengtianlu was not very advanced, but he was better because he killed enough ghosts and accumulated enough evil energy.

At this time, hundreds of ghosts were rampant, and the ghost energy was so high that it completely overwhelmed the opponent Gao Xian in terms of momentum.

When the ordinary cultivators in Wheel City saw this scene, many low-level cultivators were so frightened that their hair stood on end and their hearts beat wildly.

Even if they are just watching the battle through the water mirror, the power of the hundreds of ghosts can penetrate their souls, making them unable to control their intense fear.

There were also many cultivators shouting excitedly.

"The Ghost Mountain King is really awesome!"

"A small human race dares to come and die..."

"This clan leader is pretty good-looking, but it's a pity..."

The lower-level cultivators don't have that insight. They just look at the momentum of both sides and think that the wise man will lose.

On the sixth floor of the Scarlet Blood Building, a group of fifth-level powerhouses were silent.

Until this moment, Gao Xian still had a deep breath, and the changes in his spiritual consciousness and mana could not be measured on the water mirror. As for the Ghost Mountain King, there was a strong blue light all over his body, and it was obvious that he had already used 80% of his mana.

Facing such power, human cultivators can still be so calm, but this depth is extraordinary.

The Ghost Mountain King unleashed the power of the hundred ghosts. Seeing that Gao Xian was still unmoved, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he immediately urged the hundred ghosts to attack Gao Xian.

The hundred ghosts who were released from their restraints screamed and rushed towards Gao Xian.

Thick black smoke gathered together, like a large sticky black cloud, while also emitting a strong fishy smell.

This is the actual resentment of dead ghosts, which is extremely poisonous to all living beings.

The black energy transformed by the hundreds of ghosts spread out instantly, covering several miles in radius.

Many cultivators watching the battle saw a mass of black air spreading like ink on the water mirror, and in the blink of an eye, all the water mirrors became pitch black.

In the darkness, you can faintly see evil ghosts with ferocious faces flying around...

At this moment, a sound of Qingyue Sword came to everyone's ears.

Many low-level cultivators felt a chill in their hearts, as if an invisible sharp blade had penetrated their hearts and heads.

In an instant, the minds of low-level cultivators went blank and they lost their ability to think.

Then, many low-level cultivators who were stunned saw a sharp cold light shining out, drawing a straight white line in the thick and sticky black clouds.

This white line seems to extend beyond the water mirror into endless distance.

It wasn't until the last trace of the Qingyue sword cry dissipated that the ink covering the water mirror suddenly cracked along the straight white light traces.

It was only then that many cultivators saw the Ghost Mountain King holding a sword in a slashing shape on this light mark.

The human cultivator in white clothes stood behind the Ghost Mountain King. The sword in his hand had already been sheathed, and his face looked calm and calm, even a little leisurely.

Many low-level cultivators are still wondering, what does this person mean?
Standing still, the Ghost Mountain King opened his mouth to say something, but a thin hairline of blood was revealed between his eyebrows.

In the blink of an eye, the blood marks suddenly extended and expanded, tearing the Ghost Mountain King's body into two pieces, and the flesh and blood spurted out in all directions...

Many low-level cultivators were extremely shocked and stunned. Was the Ghost Mountain King killed by the opponent's sword? It’s too easy to die!
On the sixth floor of the Scarlet Blood Building, the expressions of all the fifth-level gods were a little more solemn.

Yibai Snake murmured: "What a fast sword..."

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