Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 490 Struggle
The practitioners off the field looked at the battle results arranged in the mirror and discussed it a lot, all of them looked excited.

Didn't everyone come all this way just to watch the fight?

The eight geniuses faced off directly. This was the result of their own choice. They got what they wanted and there was nothing to complain about.

Of course, Futu Island may have played a slight role in this.

But again, it’s your choice!
Seeing that no one had any objections, Qingyangzi shouted coldly, "Let's start!"
Twenty figures on the ground flew into the air and entered the golden circle.

For a while.

Spells clashed in the sky, magical powers collided, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was stirred into a mess, and the spiritual power storm kept blowing in all directions.

below.

The towering tree raised a layer of light green light shield at the right time, covering the cultivators who were watching the battle to prevent them from being affected.

How could the cultivators off the field sit still?

Everyone stood up from the leaves, tiptoed to look outside. There were ten aerial arenas surrounding the tree canopy, about ten feet higher than the leaves they were standing on.

That is to say, any cultivator who turns around in a circle can have a clear view of the aerial arena.

Then you can see it in the air.

Prince Honghe and Prince Longbing are no longer human beings.

Each of them transformed into a sea monster, with a body more than ten feet in size, a unicorn head, a long neck, an elephant body and a vertebral tail. Scales stood up all over the body, and the edges flashed with cold metallic light, which was extremely sharp. The eyes were cold vertical pupils that were chilling.

A man transformed into a three-clawed white dragon, flying through the air, with jingling dragon horns, shiny white scales, and an elegant and relaxed body.

Just looking at the shapes, you can tell that the two are completely different.

The two huge monsters collided with each other, and in an instant, their claws and fangs fell and bit each other, a torrent of magical powers rushed out, and every move was intended to kill the opponent.

the other side.

Yin Yiji battles against Shuai Bufan.

He was still wearing golden armor, but he had golden boxing gloves on his arms. His huge handprints could be seen whistling at anything within a hundred feet.

Shuai Bufan was not panicked. He raised the wave orb above his head, and currents swirled around his body. No matter how many punches you throw at me, I will swallow them all.

It seems that it is currently unclear who will win between the two.

Look further back.

A golden light wheel flew out from the cauldron above King Jin's head, facing Jian Qiuyi who controlled his natal magic weapon, Qiu Yi Sword. The two collided in the air with a deafening sound, and the next moment, the sky was filled with light and shadows, with an unexplainable trajectory.

After fighting, the two found that the opponent's magic weapon was as powerful as their own, so they began to compete in the subtlety of control and the level of their moves.

Nangong Xing and Wan Caiyi are in another scene.

Wan Caiyi stood in place, holding a flute and blowing it. Suddenly, a fantasy world descended around her, with peach trees blooming and peach blossoms falling, creating a pink scene.

Nangong Xing on the opposite side sneered, waved his scepter, and a line of heavenly soldiers and generals came out from his head, chopped down the peach tree, crushed the peaches, and destroyed it wantonly.

Suddenly, many branches and tender leaves grew out of these heavenly soldiers and generals. They were fixed in place, and in the blink of an eye, peach blossoms bloomed.

The two people's territories squeezed and collided with each other, and the battle turned into a protracted one.

In addition to the fight between the eight geniuses, other strong men were also fighting fiercely.

Off the field, countless monks were shuttling among the green leaves, landing again, trying to find a good position.

The four pairs of fighting in the arena of the eight geniuses is the most attractive.

However, there are few viewers because Golden Core and Nascent Soul are indeed rare.

Many foundation-building and Qi-training disciples felt dizzy and nauseous after just one look, and turned around and flew to see those Jindan masters.

Not long after.

Then a powerful Jindan warrior screamed and fell from the air. He was pierced through the chest by his opponent's sword and almost lost half his life.

The disciples of Futu Island flew into the air to pick him up and bandage his wounds.

The opponent in the air scored a point and was immediately assigned the Jindan cultivator who was given a bye by the mirror. The two of them immediately started fighting fiercely again.

No more than a hundred moves.

Because of the huge consumption before, the previous winner was defeated.

However, before the new king could catch his breath, one of the other Jindan powerhouses who had won the game was immediately transferred over by Dongming Jing.

He could only grit his teeth and fight hard.

Lu Ye and Baicao Jushi looked at each other.

The victory or defeat between Jindan monks is actually manipulated to some extent by the Dongming Mirror of Futu Island.

The two turned their attention to the eight geniuses fighting each other.

Will they escape from Dongmingjing's control and become an accident?
Soon, one of the four pairs decided the winner.

Nangong Xing used the Six Ding and Six Jia spells on the scepter in his hand to summon heavenly soldiers and generals to completely destroy Wan Caiyi's Peach Garden illusion, and with the help of Lei Gong Dian Mu, he broke the opponent's illusion sound.

Wan Caiyi was straightforward. He clasped his fists, bowed, said "I lost", and jumped out of the ring.

Nangong Xing smiled and said "accept it", his face turned pale, and he quickly swallowed the pill to recover his breath.

The next two pairs of remaining Nascent Souls will decide the winner, and the scores will be adjusted up and down.

None of them dared to challenge Nangong Xing or Wan Caiyi, and were arranged by Dong Ming Jing to enter a new round of melee, with the winner fighting the winner and the loser fighting the loser.

Someone felt that he was no match for his opponent and admitted defeat directly, and was deducted one point. The lucky Yuanying who had been given a bye took over and the fight started again.

Lu Ye didn't even watch the battle between the Jindans. He just took a quick look at the battle between the five Yuanyings, then turned his head and continued to pay attention to the six geniuses fighting in the sky.

Nangong Xing and Wan Caiyi decided the winner, with one's score rising to 16 points and the other's score falling to 12 points.

The former took the time to recover his blood and take the pill, while Wan Caiyi swallowed the pill lazily without taking it seriously.

He avoided six of the seven opponents of the same level and lost to Nangong Xing. Apart from that, the remaining players were not his opponents and no one would challenge him, so he was very safe and could just be a spectator.

Wan Caiyi is very persistent in her own way and does not care about winning or losing at the moment.

Nangong Xing is different.

After he defeated Wan Caiyi, there were still Jian Qiuyi and Jin Tianwang who might fight, so he had to prepare early.

on the sky.

The winner of the second round was Shuai Bufan and Yin Yiji.

Yin Yijia's golden armor sparkled brightly under the sunlight. As his magic power began to flow, a Taoist master in a purple robe appeared behind him to bless him. As he swung his fists, the Taoist master's phantom in the air stretched out a fist as big as a house to follow him.

The wave orb above Shuai Bufan's head released waves and was shattered by it.

The fist mark contained rules. With one punch, a wave was shattered and could never be reunited again.

He was impatient with the prolonged fight with Shuai Bufan, so he shouted loudly, his momentum suddenly increased, and the purple-robed Taoist behind him instantly possessed him and merged into one, allowing him to fly into the air.

As he pinched his hands to make sounds.

Thousands of hands grew out of the Taoist's Dharma image under his ribs, which surrounded his body like a round wheel, and then blasted downwards together.

Thousands of fists suddenly appeared in the air and attacked at the same time, like a purple meteor shower.

Shuai Bufan was surrounded by a circle of sea water, which became dim and unclear.

The wave orb above his head was originally filled with bright blue waves, but after a round of boxing, it turned dark blue, and nearly half of the waves were gone!

"No more fighting..."

Shuai Bufan looked up and felt extremely heartbroken. He couldn't say the word "surrender", but his actions were very honest as he jumped out of the golden line.

The people off the court were surprised and didn't know why he didn't continue.

Master Wang muttered.

"I don't think this handsome guy has reached the end of his rope yet."

The old man from Baidao Demon Network is a good teacher, and even when he pretends to be a pharmacist, he can't control his mouth.

He transmitted his telepathic message to Master Wang and Lu Ye.

"No, no, no!"

"Shuai Bufan's Sea Wave Pearl is his life-saving magic weapon. It contains the Thousand Crystal Flows that he cultivated, which were refined from countless sea currents."

"This magic weapon was made in imitation of the Sea Eye Sect's Divine Treasure Mountain and Sea Pearl, and was refined by his father, the sect leader."

“Although it can’t hold rivers, lakes, or ponds, it’s no problem to hold a river.”

"This wave bead will only become stronger when it is near water. It has both offensive and defensive capabilities. When combined with the Sea Eye Sect's Sea Purgatory Art, it is extremely domineering."

"It's just that the statue behind Yin Yijia practices the Daoist method of Purple Air Coming from the East, and its magic power is said to be the most powerful in the same realm."

"In the air, Shuai Bufan lost the advantage of terrain and was no match for the opponent, so he decisively admitted defeat."

"But Yin Yijia didn't feel good after using this trick."

After hearing this, Master Wang and Lu Ye suddenly realized what was going on and hurriedly flattered Master Baicao.

Fellow Taoists are knowledgeable and experienced, while we are like frogs in a well, shallow and ignorant. I hope that fellow Taoists will continue to answer my questions and resolve my doubts.

Yin Yiji and Shuai Bufan decided the winner, and no one challenged them for the time being.

Because those who dared to erase their names are still fighting.

After a while.

Jian Qiuyi and Jin Tianwang also decided the winner.

The two of them actually had the most dazzling and beautiful fight among the several pairs of geniuses.

He asked for a sword, one by one, and wielded it as easily as using one's arm. Within a hundred feet, there was a brilliant sword light, and he used attack instead of defense.

But King Jin is not bad either. Most of the disciples in the Jinding sect are gold-type spiritual roots, and the sect is located in a barren golden spiritual canyon.

His bronze tripod contained a wheel of golden light, which was a top-level magic weapon, unparalleled in its sharpness.

In addition, the metal element is good at attacking, so he only attacks and does not defend.

The two of them were at loggerheads, sparks flying, and in an instant the golden light wheel and Qiu Yi sword collided more than a hundred times. The ding ding ding ding sound almost never stopped, forming a special melody.

But they saw golden and white lights interweaving in the field, gradually submerging the two figures.

After a long time.

There was a bang.

The two of them stood still.

King Jin was calm and composed, while Jian Qiuyi frowned opposite him, but a deep crack appeared on his sword.

"Friend Sword Daoist..." King Jin bowed and saluted, "Admit defeat!"

"This Golden Light Wheel of mine was made for me by the combined strength of the sect. In terms of sharpness, it is not inferior to any magic weapon."

"If we continue to fight, your sword will probably be destroyed..."

Jian Qiuyi took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Okay, let's decide the outcome with one move!" He waved his hands, and a sword rose above his head. Endless magic power was poured into the sword, and the sword instantly became several feet high. There was also a sword shadow more than ten feet high swaying behind him.

Seeing this, King Jin did not dare to be negligent. He clapped his hands and retracted the golden light wheel into the heavy bronze tripod, floating it above his head, which could be used for attack or defense.

"go with!"

Jian Qiu pinched the sword formula, and with a knock, his essence and blood spurted out, and he pointed at Jin Tianwang from a distance.

Qiu Yi's sword did not move, but the huge sword shadow chopped down with the intention of conquering.

Stab it!

King Jin stayed where he was.

The golden light wheel above his head intercepted nothing in the air, and the bronze tripod did not react, but his forehead suddenly broke open, leaving a streak of blood.

King Jin wiped it casually and smiled.

"Friend Sword Dao's visible sword is easy to defend against, but my Golden Light Wheel cannot defend against your invisible sword intent."

"Fellow Daoist, please hold back, otherwise my spirit body would be injured and I would lose!"

Jian Qiu shook his head.

"My sword power still needs to be manifested by the sword shadow. It is not yet fully practiced and cannot seriously injure Brother Jin."

"On the contrary, if we continue to fight, I will ask the sword to break first."

"Let's call it a draw!"

The two of them were quite honest and neither of them considered themselves the winners.

Qing Yangzi then ruled that the two men's scores would remain the same and the match would be considered a tie, with Jian Qiu Yi Huan getting 18 points and Jin Tian Wang getting 17 points.

The Dongming Mirror changes again because it is a round-robin battle.

Nangong Xing was ordered to fight with the low-scoring Jin Tianwang, and the two fought for only a short while.

Nangong Xing, holding the scepter, discovered that his magic weapon was cut with several marks. Although they were not deep, it was bound to be damaged if the fight continued.

This scepter is not just a magic weapon, it is also a token of the sect's leader. Since it involves the sect, it is not just his business, so he had no choice but to admit defeat.

King Jin won another game.

According to the order, Nangong Xing fought with Jian Qiu again.

This time, Jian Qiuyi had just used up a lot of his sword power, so he consumed a lot of energy. After coming on the court, he used Qiuyi Sword to test a few moves with Nangong Xing.

Nangong Xing was afraid of the sharpness of his sword; Jian Qiuyi knew that Nangong Xing had practiced the art of summoning gods from the heavens, which could summon giant spirits with thick skin and flesh, and was afraid of breaking the already cracked Qiuyi sword.

The two voluntarily reached a tie.

At this time, King Jin and Shuai Bufan arranged a fight again.

His golden wheel is extremely sharp and is suitable for head-on confrontation with other people's magic weapons.

It just so happened that Shuai Bufan's Sea Wave Pearl contained thousands of feet of black water that was as soft as a finger, layer upon layer, enough to block the progress of the sharp light wheel, and it couldn't reach the Sea Wave Pearl itself at all.

The two fought with magic for a while, and King Jin ran out of magic power, so he simply admitted defeat.

The Hundred Blades Demon Net watched and stomped their feet from below.

"Ah, what's wrong with these guys? They've only used 80% to 90% of their full strength, but they still don't have the energy to fight to the death!"

"How can this show the true level?"

Lu Ye laughed secretly. These geniuses of various sects all had the burden of their sects behind them. How could they really fight to the death?
Just get to know each other and make sure they are roughly equal.

Who doesn’t have a few trump cards to turn things around?

He pointed to the sky.

"Daoyou, look, there's a couple fighting to the death!"

"It's just that he beat me too hard!"

now.

Half a day has passed.

Of the twenty participants in the ring, eighteen have already decided the winner. Now everyone is looking up at the sky, where a couple is already fighting each other.

In the sky, there were roars of dragons and strange roars.

Prince Honghe's body shape changed again at this moment. Many tentacles extended from his ribs, and his whole body expanded to several dozen feet. His big mouth opened, and there were circles of sharp teeth arranged in order and rotating inside. More than a dozen eyes grew on his head, looking in all directions.

The demonic power in his body was gushing out and rolling.

Different from the pure demonic power of common big demons.

The demonic cloud above his head was a complete hodgepodge, with demonic powers of various attributes in it, which had nothing to do with being pure. Its strength lay in its large quantity, and it was emitting waves of chaotic evil aura.

The evil cloud was black in color, with an ominous scarlet tint inside, as if some demon was about to emerge from it.

The original form of Prince Honghe is no longer a demon that can be naturally reproduced in the human world.

Even under the gazes of everyone, its body was still slowly transforming into a direction that was more conducive to fighting and conquering, and of course, it was also becoming more and more chaotic.

It's as if the Creator took some mud and casually molded a piece of ugly, illogical, yet powerful and evil race that can run and reproduce on its own.

In fact, Prince Honghe is a completely alien species that was formed by a lineage of the Evil God Temple that used the Evil God's spiritual spring to absorb the blood of hundreds of races and confuse their own bodies after a specific screening process.

Many cultivators under the sky, even with the light shield of the towering trees to isolate them and reduce the mental oppression and influence, felt their hearts waver and their spiritual consciousness tremble when they saw the real body of Hong and Prince.

It is a memory of being suppressed in the face of natural enemies in people's hearts.

The cultivator who had a sharp spiritual root but insufficient magic power vomited blood and was injured on the spot.

Qingyangzi was unable to control the situation, so he increased the power of the towering tree guardian formation and ordered those foundation-building and Qi-cultivating cultivators not to watch the battle, thus avoiding chaos in the field.

on the sky.

Prince Honghe dominated half of the sky.

However, its opponent, Prince Long Bing, was not to be outdone.

The white dragon had grown to be several dozen feet long, with a slender and agile body, ferocious dragon horns, sharp claws, and a tail covered with upright scales, as sharp as a flying sword.

Not to mention that white auspicious clouds appeared around it, protecting its vital parts.

It stretched out its body and took up half of the sky.

The two flew quickly in the air, breaking through the golden coil arena and treating the entire air as their own arena.

They flew swiftly, biting and colliding with each other's flesh when they met, and when they separated, all their magical powers poured towards each other like a torrent.

Prince Honghe's dozen eyes shone with various colors of light, and brushed towards Prince Long Bing.

Among them are various magical powers such as immobilization, confusion, shock, bloodthirstiness, petrification, corruption, curse, cutting, gravity, and deprivation of the five senses.

Fortunately, there was a cloud of clear sky surrounding Prince Long Bing. Although he had few magical powers, they were very sophisticated and they were all the dragon-transforming magical powers of the King Snake Palace.

The bright white light blocked out the evil lights. After being blocked by the clouds, a faint light occasionally fell on it, which would light up the white scales and mostly eliminate them.

Despite this, its long white body was dyed into various colors, and its movements were much slower than before.

However, its body was extremely strong. It fought hand-to-hand with Prince Hong He, and each time it was able to grab large pieces of flesh from the opponent. Of course, it was also inevitably injured.

The two huge monsters fought in the air, and occasionally scales and blood fell from the sky.

The two of them were really angry and continued to fight to the death even after they got out of the ring, both of them were determined to kill each other.

The two masters fought to the death in the air.

On the ground, the followers of the Evil God Temple and the King Snake Palace had already unleashed their demonic powers, and their spiritual soldiers were everywhere, ready to fight at any time.

Fortunately, the Iron Swordsman and the Cloud Piercer were able to calm them down - or to be more precise, suppress them.

Otherwise, who knows how many sea creatures would have died underground right now.

The branches of the towering trees were circling, and everyone on the leaves was frightened.

Those Jindan monks did nothing but open their mouths.

The faces of the Yuanying cultivators had become quite ugly. If they were in the position of Crown Prince Long Bing, would they be able to hold on for so long and withstand so many magical powers from the opponent?

Master Wang tilted his head back and his mouth almost dislocated.

Lu Ye exclaimed.

"The two princes of the Evil God Temple and the King Snake Palace are indeed in a class of their own."

"In the first round, Crown Prince Long Bing lost the initiative. I didn't expect that in a real life-and-death fight, he would not be afraid of the opponent at all."

"Prince Honghe has so many magical powers in one person. I am really amazed."

"I don't know what kind of magical power Prince Long Bing has, but he can actually resist everything."

Baicao Layman was itching to do so, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, listen to what I have to say..."

The Evil God Temple mixed up bloodlines and changed bodies. Prince Honghe had more than a dozen eyes, which meant that he had mixed bloodlines of at least a dozen kinds, which was why he had so many magical powers.

But then again, if he were not a member of the Evil God Temple, a regular demon clan would gain one more magical power for each realm he advances. As a Nascent Soul, Prince Honghe has four innate magical powers, which is the upper limit.

Prince Long Bing practices the way of ascending dragons of the Wangshe Palace, a legitimate way of returning to one's ancestral roots to purify one's own blood and transform into a dragon to seek the truth.

The auspicious clouds on its body are the real dragon's magical power of flying clouds, which can eliminate bad conditions and especially restrain the chaotic magic of the Evil God Temple.

Moreover, he believed that these sea creatures had worshipped the evil god and walked astray, and he wished to exterminate them completely.

In addition, one of them believes that he is a descendant of an evil god, while the other believes that he is a direct descendant of a true dragon. Both of them are in the deep sea, so they are naturally mortal enemies.

I don’t know how many wars have been fought over the past ten thousand years.

Even the decisive battle between the human and demon races did not affect the internal fighting between the two. The human race was able to occupy the East China Sea islands and drive the sea race into the sea thanks to the discord between the two.

You know, back then, Futu Island was actually the territory of a certain great demon.

The great demons in the Temple of the Evil God cultivate the form of the evil god, which carries with it an aura of magical powers that confuse and frighten gods.

Ordinary human cultivators are really no match for them, unless they have inherited top-level skills like the Three Super Sects and Four Major Sects.

Master Wang asked fearfully.

"Doesn't that mean that our human cultivators are far inferior to the deep-sea cultivators?"

Hundred Blades Demon Net shook his head.

"Not necessarily. We humans are good at refining equipment and know how to use external objects."

"The Deep Sea Monsters are far inferior to us in this respect..."

Lu Ye suddenly interrupted.

"Look, the winner is about to be decided!"

In the sky, the sea monster and the white dragon were roaring angrily. They were already engaging in close combat, with their limbs entangled and their sharp teeth and claws biting each other.

Large amounts of blood and scales fell from the sky.

The two clamped each other, lost the ability to fly, and crashed heavily into the towering tree canopy!
(End of this chapter)