Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

"This Tianjiao list is really different every day."

"I knew that when I bet, I would have moved up a few places..."

From time to time, the crowd of onlookers sighed.

In other words, the bet on the Lost City is not easy to bet.

Although the earlier the bet is placed, the higher the payout rate will be, but who can guarantee whether the bet object can safely come out of the Oblivion.

Or whether they can live until the moment they enter the Oblivion War Realm.

On the Tianjiao list, the higher the ranking, the higher the winner.

But in the same way, the eyes of those who are truly arrogant and the background behind them will be even more elusive, and it is hard to say whether they can see the final reward of the Lost City.

It is precisely because of the above reasons that the excitement of betting is doubled, and the final payouts are also more generous, which attracts a group of gamblers to gather here.

There used to be a down-and-out Rogue Cultivators, who had nowhere to go and decided to put all his wealth on a name that was not high on the Tianjiao list.

In the end, that person actually passed all the way and won the first place in the final competition.

From then on, he got rich overnight, with villas in the imperial city, piles of resources, countless beauties, and a sharp increase in Cultivation Base, embarking on the road to the top.

"Hey, why do you think I bought Qi Delong's trash in the first place? I've been working in vain for half my life."

Beside Huo San, a ragged and bearded cultivator beat his chest and stamped his feet, with indescribable bitterness and endless regret.

"Brother, don't worry, this Tianjiao list is not so easy to treat. Maybe today is too high-profile, and there will be no one who catches up tomorrow."

Another voice comforted.

"However, the top three are really stable. It's been more than half a month and they are still so strong."

"I heard that the top three are all beautiful women. If you ask for a daughter-in-law, you won't be able to cultivate it in eight lifetimes."

"Shhh, keep your voice down, you don't want to die, those few people are also you can joke about?"

"Then what's the matter, it's not enough to talk about it."

"Of course not. Last time there was a small Sect Leader, because he looked twice, he was hung on the city gate the next day. It is said that even the Sect was uprooted."

The person who spoke was vigilant and lowered his voice, for fear of being heard by a third person.

"Otherwise, why would they keep occupying the top three and no one would dare to touch them, because all those who thought about it were dead."

Huo San knew what was going on when he heard it.

Most likely it was Mu Canglan and his idiots who did it.

Letting them secretly protect Hu Li and the others is really thorough.

But that's how it should be, he dared to have evil intentions towards Daddy's family, it would be good if he didn't dig out his ancestral grave and grind it into bone powder.

But even if someone reminded him, the person who spoke frivolously before still didn't know how to restrain himself.

"Tch, I really don't believe it anymore, so I just said, if you have the ability, kill me too!"

Then, a cold voice sounded in his mind.

"Then kill it."

Immediately afterwards, without warning, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a bang.

This frightened the people around them, and they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy.

Huo San didn't have much interest in them, and turned to look at the center of the square.

The space there was distorted, and a burly middle-aged man in a python robe appeared.

"Dear fellow daoists, I am the lord of the Lost City, Luochen. I am very glad that you all gathered in my Lost City."

There are bursts of sound waves, the sound is like a bell.

Although it wasn't deliberate, there was a palpitating coercion in every sentence.

It made almost everyone present tremble.

Sun Xiaokong is no exception.

"Master, that uncle is so strong, I feel like my soul trembles when he says something."

"Master, who is stronger than you and him?"

Seeing Sun Xiaokong's innocent appearance, Huo San couldn't help being a little funny.

In his eyes, there is no distinction between strength and weakness.

It's like the dragon and phoenix in the sky and the ants on the ground, but it's just an extra function of satisfying hunger.

"Little apprentice, don't ask such low-level questions. The strength of a teacher is beyond your imagination. You can come here with confidence. No matter who you provoke, you can solve it as a teacher."

"Really?"

Sun Xiaokong blinked his eyes in disbelief.

"Anyone can?"

"Really, anyone can!"

Huo San patted his chest and said broadly.

Over there, Luochen, the lord of the Lost City, was still talking.

"...I believe that fellow daoists have been waiting here for a long time, but don't be impatient, because this is the day when the oblivion battle begins."

"Look over there!"

I saw Luochen pointing at the horizon.

There is the beginning of bursts of water-like ripples.

Immediately afterwards, the entire space began to collapse inward, and a huge space crack appeared in front of everyone.

At the moment when the crack appeared, dozens of hundreds of figures rushed over impatiently.

"Damn it, they took the lead! Let's catch up quickly."

"Why are you so anxious, don't you see that everyone is not moving, those are just going to die."

Sure enough, hundreds of figures were instantly crushed by the violent energy just when they approached the crack.

Everyone who watched had chills down their spines.

However, a few figures managed to pass through the crack.

"Fellow daoists, I have reminded everyone before that entering the Lost Battlefield has certain risks. If you do not have absolute strength, it is better to wait for the escort messengers of the Lost City to send everyone together, and everyone will get a A map that has been continuously improved by the predecessors..."

While talking, Luo Chen changed the subject.

"However, my Lost City naturally can't contribute in vain, as long as we choose one of the resources we obtained when we come out."

"Fellow daoists, please rest assured, you can reserve one item before we choose, my lost city will definitely not take away people's love."

Hearing this, everyone shook their heads and smiled wryly.

They lamented that there is nothing good in this world for nothing.

But being able to leave one designated item to keep is the biggest concession of the Lost City.

At the same time that everyone signed the contract and was sent to the Lost Battlefield in batches by the Lost City, countless figures soared into the sky and went straight to the cracks in space.

Many people have sarcasm on their faces.

"There are some people who are not afraid of death."

But what no one expected was that these people rushed in without missing a single one.

Some relied on the weird Movement Technique, some resorted to powerful protective Movement Technique treasures, and some directly punched and exploded the space turbulence that appeared in front of them.

Seeing Luo Chen, the owner of the Lost City, gasped.

Because most of these people's Cultivation Base can't even be seen through by him.

You must know that he is a late stage cultivator in the Integrated Union environment. If he can't see through, then what kind of cultivation base these people will be.

Luochen sighed involuntarily.

"Hey, there are quite a few masters this time!"