I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 402 Continuous Breakthroughs
"Rumble, rumble..."

In the arena, everyone looked in the direction of Zhang Jun and saw that this guy transformed into Kunpeng and was continuously absorbing thunder into his body.

Wisps of silver lightning flowed on his skin, but they couldn't hurt him at all.

Many people were speechless when they saw this.

The Tianlei that everyone avoided was now like a tonic for Zhang Jun.

The atmosphere in the arena became extremely tense, and the audience stared at Zhang Jun's figure in stunned silence. They had never seen such an amazing scene. A person could absorb the thunder so easily, as if he was the master of heaven and earth.

As time passed, Zhang Jun's body began to emit a powerful wave of energy. There was a trace of firmness and determination in his eyes, as if he was ready to face greater challenges.

Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky began to gather, forming a huge whirlpool of thunder and lightning. There were bursts of thunder from the thunder and lightning whirlpool, which seemed to swallow up the entire arena.

Everyone exclaimed that the power of this thunder and lightning had exceeded their expectations, more like...

"No, this kid is going through a tribulation!!"

Someone finally noticed something was wrong. This was not a thunderstorm at all, but more like a catastrophe caused by Zhang Jun.

"This guy is going through the tribulation here. He's crazy. He's simply crazy."

Some people called it unbelievable, while others thought Zhang Jun was seeking his own death.

"Boom!!"

A ray of green and red lightning tore through the sky, erupting into a thunderous explosion, and soon formed a huge thunder and lightning vortex, lying above Zhang Jun's head.

However, Zhang Jun was not afraid. He stared firmly at the thunder and lightning whirlpool, as if he was declaring war on heaven and earth.

His body began to exude a powerful aura. He entered the fourth level, no, it should be the fifth level. He had just broken through, and there was an additional notch on the small seal of the soul above his head.

This kind of advancement speed is simply incredible.

At this moment, Zhang Jun suddenly jumped up and turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing directly towards the thunder and lightning whirlpool. His figure flashed in the thunder and lightning, as if he was integrated with the thunder and lightning.

"This kid, why are you in such a hurry!"

On the Blood Satellite River Boat above the Wusheng Gate in the distance, Wu Mingtong and others couldn't help being shocked when they saw this scene, but they were also deeply worried.

"Oh no, the third round of rules has begun!!"

At this time, Elder Zhou's face darkened, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Sure enough, as soon as this round of rules started, someone immediately placed a heavy bet, starting with 200,000 spirit stones.

The bettor was none other than the Spiritual Beast Sect.

"Oops! These bastards must have bad intentions, hurry up, hurry up, increase the amount, increase the amount!!"

Wu Mingtong immediately asked people to place bets on the price. He placed a heavy bet and pressed down 400,000 spirit stones in one breath.

Wu Mingtong felt pain in his body when he spent this money.

This is a bet, not an auction. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, the deposit cannot be recovered. Unless Zhang Jun can win the top spot on the Qingyun Ranking and achieve a winner-takes-all situation, otherwise once Zhang Jun loses, it will be Lost everything.

On the Evergreen Dian Festival, no one on the Qingyun List dares to play so big.

Everyone places bets on each other, and it would be nice to get a jackpot.

This year, under the stimulation from all aspects, everyone is eager to spend all their money to place bets.

"Six hundred thousand!!"

At this time, the sky-high price exploded again, causing everyone to exclaim.

"Snapped!!"

The eyes of Elder Zhao who were in the Hehuan Sect turned red. He smashed the table with a slap and jumped up and rushed out of the Hehuan Sect. He even cursed along the way: "You guys in Wanfu Palace, wait for me. From now on Without you, Wanfu Palace would be without me!”

Everyone's expressions suddenly changed when they heard this. This was Wu Sheng Sect openly planning to fight to the death with Wanfu Palace.

It can be expected that if Zhang Jun can win the top spot, then Wushengmen's supermarket will inevitably expand in an all-round way. By then, Wanfu Palace may really be squeezed out by Wushengmen.

However, this matter has been doomed for a long time, otherwise why would Wanfu Palace, who never directly participates in competitive competitions, try his best to prevent the Wu Shengmen from seizing the rankings this time.

When Lao Zhao rushed back to Wushengmen, the first thing he did was to urge for more money.

Until Wusheng goalkeeper's bet amount increased to 700,000.

Seven hundred thousand spirit stones, plus the spirit stones he had bet on before, almost wiped out Wushengmen's current wealth.

But Wanfu Palace was obviously ready to fight to the end, and once again increased the price, directly raising the price to 800,000 spiritual stones.

"Add it! Add it to me!!"

Old Zhao grimaced and took out his storage bag. Here are all his dividend savings, not much, eighty or ninety thousand spiritual stones. After all, most of the supermarket's dividends were used to develop the sect. What really fell into They old guys don't have much left.

The three elders Zhou, Wu, and Li also took out their savings, which were all their coffin books.

"Old Zhao, if you throw this money away, what will happen next?"

After all, the Qingyun Ranking has just begun, and it is about to clear out the old bottom of Wusheng Sect. Next, there are twelve rules, and now is the third one.

"No matter, let's get through the immediate crisis first. This kid seems to want to continue to break through. If he is stabbed in the back by these bastards at this point, you will think that Gong'emei is really a soft persimmon." After hearing this, , everyone frowned.

Don't look at the way that Amei didn't seem to have much to do with Zhang Jun before, and even sat with Zhang Jun talking and laughing in public.

But Gao Emei is a disciple of Yuxu Palace, and he is at the sixth level of Taoism. If he really uses all his strength, the outcome between him and Zhang Jun is still uncertain.

So at this moment, no matter what, the chain cannot be lost.

As for the subsequent problems, they don't care so much now.

After hearing what Lao Zhao said, Wu Mingtong and the others no longer hesitated and decisively began to raise their bets.

"Nine hundred thousand!"

When everyone saw this number, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Master, nine hundred thousand, that's nine hundred thousand spiritual stones."

When the disciples of some small sects saw this number, they all gasped. Nine hundred thousand spiritual stones were enough to develop these small sects into first-class sects in a short period of time.

Not only can he cultivate at least two masters who have entered the Taoist realm, but he can also make a lot of money by repairing and repairing the entire sect's residence.

It's just this money that they don't dare to think about.

In fact, not to mention them, even the first-class sects such as the Ten Thousand Demon Sect and the Five Emperors Great Demon Sect were surprised by this number.

An old man from the magic way took a deep breath: "Wusheng Sect is going to gamble to the end. If we win, Wusheng Sect will be the number one sect of good and evil in the future. If we lose, hey, I'm afraid I'll lose all my pants."

"Not only did I lose all my pants, I think all the hard work for so long will be destroyed in one day. As far as I know, Wushengmen's supermarkets also have shares in several sects in exchange for their resources and products. If the Wusheng Sect loses, these families can completely wipe out the Wusheng Sect.”

This time there seemed to be no movement from Wanfu Palace. After the host confirmed that there was no further increase in bets, he announced that the rules of this round had been obtained by Wu Shengmen.

"Which rule to choose?"

Now it was Lao Zhao's turn to be in trouble. They won this round all at once, but they were not prepared for what kind of rules to choose.

"Otherwise, just choose the eleventh square in the third round."

Everyone looked at the vague rules totem on the wheel, and they were dazzled for a moment. These rules were not finished after they had won the auction. Each rule had both positive and negative effects.

At Lao Zhao's suggestion, several elders from the Wusheng Sect concentrated their attention and stared at the densely packed rule totems on the wheel. Their eyes finally converged on the totem in the eleventh frame of the third round. It was a mysterious symbol that seemed to exude indescribable power.

"What is the origin of this rule?" Elder Zhou frowned. He felt that this totem looked familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Let me take a look..." Elder Wu squinted and took a closer look, then looked at Old Zhao with a strange expression: "You're sure."

"Believe me, you can't be wrong!"

Lao Zhao nodded: "This is the best plan at present."

"Okay! Then choose this."

At this moment, in the thunder and lightning whirlpool, Zhang Jun felt unprecedented pressure, but he did not flinch. His body is constantly absorbing the power of thunder and lightning.

This mellow thunder power is constantly integrating into one's own soul, and smoothly integrating into one's own Jianyi Mountain, nourishing one's own Jianyi Mountain, making the mountain more stable.

"The third rule is that every sixty breaths, everyone has two choices. One is to withstand a lightning strike, and the second is to accumulate the lightning strikes until the next one, up to ten rounds."

As the third rule was read out, everyone was stunned, and then a burst of curses broke out in the entire arena.

Isn't this obviously a gift to Zhang Jun?
But other people are miserable. They have to be struck by lightning every once in a while, forget it once or twice. If it happens too many times, no one can survive it.

Yang Qingshan and others have now entered the third level and are desperately killing the black-armored guards. After hearing this rule, they could not help but be stunned for a moment, and then cursed secretly that they were unlucky.

Not to mention the others.

Zhang Jun naturally heard this reminder, but for him, this rule was completely dispensable. At this moment, he already felt that he was about to break through the bottleneck and officially hit the sixth level.

"This guy!!"

G'emei has already entered the fourth level. Looking at the thunder and lightning vortex above his head, his face can't help but show a strange look.

At this moment, there was a murderous intention in his heart, but he was quickly suppressed.

He just curled his lips and said, "That's all, I'll wait for you in front."

After that, he just left and headed straight to the next level.

This move caused the Zhengdao people to curse loudly, complaining that Ge'emei was a traitor.

It's a pity that Ga'emei can't hear it, but even if he hears it, Ga'emei won't say anything about it.

Because...he doesn't care.

"Rumble, rumble..."

As time goes by, Zhang Jun's strength continues to improve, and he has surpassed his previous limits. His body radiated a powerful light, as if it had become a dazzling star.

Finally, when the last lightning bolt was absorbed by Zhang Jun, his body burst out with unparalleled power. He waved his arms as if he wanted to tear the world apart.

(End of this chapter)