Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Watching his own death in the waiting corridor was a rather novel experience for Wang Luo.

In addition to the scroll in front of him, there were four other scrolls hanging in the long corridor, showing the situations in their respective arenas at the same time. There were always one or two scenes in which he was the protagonist.

And he could observe his various deaths up close.

Even for a man who had experienced many battles, his own death was definitely a novel scene. Moreover, the mind afterimage formation in this theme arena was quite powerful, accurately restoring more than 90% of his original skills. In other words, in those battles that ended with his tragic death, if he had taken part in it, the results would have been similar.

Wang Luo did not feel any shame or resentment for his tragic death, let alone resignation. After all, even the Immortal Ancestor Chicheng was pushed by someone... On the other hand, after witnessing himself die again and again due to various fancy techniques, he only felt that he had benefited a lot.

It turns out that there are such flaws in myself, it turns out that these magic weapons and magic arts have such miraculous effects on me, it turns out that I have these unintentional little movements in actual combat...

In the eyes of most people, Lu Youyou threw Wang Luo into the challenge list as a business consideration. After all, it has been proved that he can contribute more than one-third of the operating income... But Wang Luo realized that this was actually Lu Youyou helping him practice, sharpening his edge with the battle wisdom of countless people with lofty ideals from the hundreds of countries of the Immortal Alliance!

And this is something that can only be done in the new immortal calendar era.

Of course, there were formations similar to the residual image of the mind in the old era, which also allowed practitioners to fight all kinds of enemies in the illusion and accept all kinds of tricky tests. But even if the wisdom of the Mahayana True Lord in the old world is exhausted, it is impossible to deduce such a variety of people in the new era and imagine such a fantastic battle method.

Benefited a lot.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Wang Luo stood up and walked into the field alone under the focus of countless curious eyes around him.

After a moment, he felt the whole world immersing in front of him, as if an invisible tide was overflowing. The spacious weapons room gradually dissolved in this invisible tide, the solid floor turned into fertile soil, and green grass grew in the cracks of the soil. A rushing stream in the distance sent a moist smell into his nose. In a blink of an eye, Wang Luo was in another world.

This is not a pure illusion, because no illusion can be so realistic. But it is definitely not a real scene, because if it is a real scene, the wealthy merchant just now would only have his urn left...

The residual image of the mind, the virtual and the real blend. All experiences are almost absolutely real, only the results are illusory. As Zhu Wang's cutting-edge technology, this has surpassed the immortal way of the old world.

And in this residual image world that surpasses the old world, Wang Luo saw another self.

Without two years of deep sleep and without witnessing the life of the Saint of Taiqing for fifteen years, from today's perspective, Wang Luo was full of vigor and vitality, but also immature. No wonder Lu Zhiyao, who was always jumpy and impatient, broke his defense.

Such an immature little guy who had condensed the wild pill early, ran around and didn't know how to restrain himself... The two years of forced confinement were essentially a kind of protection.

At the same time, the scene on the grassland was also projected on the scroll of the waiting corridor, on the water curtain suspended in the air in the hall, and in hundreds of green houses in the Taixu Illusion.

Everything in the field was instantly seen by thousands of spectators.

And inexplicably, Wang Luo also touched the thoughts of those spectators, and some noisy sounds rose in his heart like ripples, like distant reverberations.

"How boring, it's Wang Luo again."

"Although he is indeed the weakest mountain master, you shouldn't keep hitting him endlessly."

"And he is just bored and playing solo. Why do so many people think they can succeed in solo? So far, there are only a few successful solo records even with puppet legions."

"You have to kill Wang Luo. I also want to see the blood bar disappearance of those strong firepower teams... I wonder when someone can kill Wang Luo in one second."

"Wait, does this challenger named [Wang Luo the True One] look familiar? And can this team name be certified by the Construction Investment Association? I remember that someone wanted to name it [I am Lu Youyou's Husband], but was directly expelled from the arena and permanently banned from entering..."

The noise seemed to last for a long time, but it seemed to be only a moment. When Wang Luo concentrated, all the noise disappeared.

Instead, the voice of the commentator sounded in his mind.

"Please be prepared. After silently reciting the battle in your heart, count down three seconds and time will thaw."

"Okay, one, two, three!"

The next moment, the battle began.

The next moment, thousands of eyes, some expectant, some impatient, some indifferent... all focused on this grassland.

The next moment, Wang Luo, who was far away in the middle of the grassland, cast a cold glance at Wang Luo who had just entered the field.

The moment their eyes met, the red Yuanying in the inner palace opened his eyes, and the thoughts in the original body were transmitted to the other him in the form of resonance.

Just like the secret technique used to recapture the wild demons in the chaos of Rongcheng in the past, the mandatory order from the top to the bottom from the high position instantly covered everything in the lower position in the resonance.

"Do it."

Wang Luo, who was in the middle of the grassland, suddenly lit up the fire of rationality that did not belong to him. He raised his right hand without hesitation, put his four fingers together like a knife, and cut off his head with one knife!

There was no resistance, even the perfect body control ability of the natural Taoist body was used to soften its own defense at this moment, so that the hand knife could cut off the head faster! The inner palace's one Yuanying and one Huangdan had no intention of resisting, and watched their master's life die!

Before the head fell to the ground, this world flooded by the tide was like snow melting, returning to its original appearance in the weapon room.

The battle was over.

Although it was only a moment, as if it could only allow people to blink their eyes, life and death and the ending were determined in this moment.

The official settlement result of the battle was also presented to all the audience in the extremely surprised voice of the commentator.

"Zero, zero point one second... No, incredible, it is really... wrong! Sorry, everyone, we need to contact the technical team immediately to confirm the validity of the result of this battle, and please wait a moment!"

So, all the scrolls, water curtains, and Qinglu were interrupted.

Even in the weapons room, Wang Luo could clearly hear the chaotic discussions coming from inside and outside the round hall, and even from the other side of the more distant Taixu Fantasy Realm. Even in this March, he had seen too many incredible victories and defeats...

But this scene was still beyond everyone's imagination!

Listening to the voices vaguely stirring in his mind, Wang Luo smiled calmly and said, "Sorry, this speedrun game ends here."