Waste Synthesis: Starting from Picking Up Garbage to Become Immortal

Wu Xiangjun, the top man of the ancient city of Dengtian, was once a super genius who dominated an era. In the end, he was defeated by Song Tianming, and the process was extremely ugly. It can be said that he was at the end of his rope.

After defeating Wu Xiangjun, runes were running across the arena, and the light surged, and rewards began to be distributed.

"Song Tianming, two consecutive wins, reward 500 Dengtian coins!"

Clatter!

Five hundred Dengtian coins fell like raindrops, Song Tianming's eyes were shining, and he quickly took action and put a lot of Dengtian coins into his pocket.

The newcomers and even the outer disciples in the audience were envious. Five hundred Dengtian coins were not a small number. They could travel freely in various cultivation secrets in Dengtian Sect.

On the arena, the Dengtian coins obtained by winning consecutive games will double at each level.

If Song Tianming wins three consecutive games, he will get 600 Dengtian coins.

And defeating the current Song Tianming will get 300 Dengtian coins.

Through the mechanism of winning streaks and bounties, the fighting arena can constantly stimulate the disciples' desire to fight.

Of course, Dengtian Sect will also severely punish disciples who win streaks, and they have no choice but to do so.

Song Tianming looked back at Mo Yuhao, Yang Jue and others, and said sharply: "Don't you want to avenge your loss? Come and die quickly."

Huh!

Song Tianming's body was broken at this moment, and blood was flowing all over his body. His condition was so bad that it could not be worse, but the lightning arc reflected by his eyes still made Mo Yuhao and Yang Jue tremble physically and mentally.

Mo Yuhao looked at Mo Ao on the side and whispered: "Brother Mo Ao, it's time for you to take action."

Mo Ao smiled and shook his head and said: "Song Tianming is seriously injured and dying, and his life is hanging by a thread. You don't even dare to go up, you might as well go home and have a baby!"

The people around him laughed when they heard this. Mo Yuhao was indeed too cowardly. It was obvious that he was scared by Song Tianming.

Mo Yuhao gritted his teeth and stepped onto the stage, roaring: "Song Tianming, you are seriously injured and dying, and you still dare to shout. I must kill you with my palm to avenge the Yunxiao battlefield."

Song Tianming raised his eyes slightly and said lightly: "No matter how much nonsense you talk, you will not change your useless nature. Come on!"

Mo Yuhao did not dare to hold back and went all out. The frost blood flowed at an accelerated speed, the spiritual power boiled, the spiritual bones liquefied, and layers of ice crystal frost mist rose from his body.

Roar!

The frost mist rolled, mixed with the head of a frost dragon, and shuttled towards Song Tianming.

The newcomers were horrified when they saw this. Isn't Mo Yuhao very strong? How could he be scared by the seriously injured and dying Song Tianming.

Facing Mo Yuhao's strong attack, Song Tianming raised his hand lightly, and a cold star condensed behind him.

Dang!

The cold star blocked in front like a round shield, colliding violently with the frost dragon head, but no energy shock wave erupted, as if all the attacks of the frost dragon head were absorbed by the cold star.

Mo Yuhao was confused, and he could not guess the characteristics and abilities of this cold star at all. He could only bite the bullet and use absolute energy density to break all secrets.

There was nothing wrong with Mo Yuhao's idea. As long as the energy density reached a certain level, such as the collapse of a black hole, it would be able to crush all methods with absolute power and break through the secrets.

Huh!

Mo Yuhao continued to boil his spirit bones and stimulate his spiritual power. The ice crystal frost mist rose more and more thickly around him, and the frost dragon head became more and more real, and its dragon teeth were sharp, as if they could pierce the void.

However, the frost dragon head faced the cold star, like an ant trying to shake a tree. No matter how terrifying the power was, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it disappeared without a trace, and could not shake the cold star at all.

Bang!

The cold star rushed forward, crushing the frost dragon head, and then it was as powerful as the waves of the river, rolling and knocking Mo Yuhao away, breaking all his bones. Its power was extremely targeted, and it smashed his spirit bones into pieces, destroying his cultivation.

Song Tianming looked at Mo Yuhao who was wailing in pain and said sharply: "Boy, you dared to talk nonsense to my sister before. This is a small punishment for you to be punished!"

Mo Yuhao flew out of the arena and kept coughing up blood. He cried to Mo Ao and said: "Brother Mo Ao, Song Tianming is not at the end of his strength. He is still too strong. You must help me!"

Mo Ao slapped Mo Yuhao again and said angrily: "Useless thing, you can't even deal with the seriously injured and dying Song Tianming. It's really a disgrace to the Mo family. If your father hadn't taken care of me, I would really clean up the Mo family."

Mo Ao looked at Song Tianming immediately, his face full of murderous intent. He stepped forward, like a prehistoric dragon walking, bloody and permeable. He decided to take action himself to punish Song Tianming and regain the face of the Mo family.

Song Tianming was obviously at the end of his strength, but why could he defeat Mo Yuhao with terrifying means in a flick of his hand?

Is Mo Yuhao too weak, or is Song Tianming too strong!

Even the elders of the sect frowned, with their attainments in the Great Dao, they could not see through Song Tianming's cold star.

"Not only can it block our soul detection, but it can also easily crush Mo Yuhao's frost dragon head. This method is really terrifying!"

At this time, runes were running across the arena, and rewards were distributed.

"Song Tianming, three consecutive wins, reward 600 ascending coins!"

Clatter!

The ascending coins fell like rain, but Song Tianming's expression was not too moved, but stared at the cold star, or more accurately, the star core of the cold star!

Just now, the frost spiritual power output by the frost dragon head followed the veins of the cold star and accumulated in the deep mantle, like a spiritual vein, running through the star core.

Song Tianming pinched the magic formula and moved the cold star. The ground moved and the stars fissioned. The frost spirit that penetrated the star core flowed out again, like an ice-blue waterfall, bathing Song Tianming and sublimating him to the extreme!

The frost spirit that had been transformed by the star core of the cold star washed away all the impurities and marks and turned into the purest essence of heaven and earth, which greatly improved Song Tianming's cultivation.

The onlookers took a breath of cold air. Song Tianming's cold star actually absorbed all of Mo Yuhao's energy, and then fed back to his body to increase his cultivation. This extraordinary ability is really enviable.

Mo Yuhao was so angry that he vomited blood. He tried his best, but the result was equivalent to healing Song Tianming's injuries. It was so infuriating!

Song Tianming was radiant and stared at the crowd below the stage and said, "Who else? This is the easiest chance for you to defeat me in this life. Don't you cherish it!"

Yang Jue's eyebrows trembled. He felt that if he didn't go up today, Song Tianming would really become his inner demon in the future.

Bang!

Yang Jue stepped onto the stage and faced Song Tianming. He was like the son of the wind, with unparalleled power!

Yang Jue was very famous. He was born in a humble family, but he had top talent, which made the master of the fifth peak accept him as a disciple. In this month's ranking of the human list, he was also one of the top 20 top talents.

Ye Lun, a newcomer ranked eleventh on the human list, beat his chest and stamped his feet, saying, "Oh, I'm too slow to react. I should go up and challenge Song Tianming, so as to win three hundred Tian coins!"

Ye Lun came from an ancient family in the ancient city of Dengtian. He was once the tenth on the human list, but was squeezed out by Song Tianming and fell to the eleventh place. He had resentment in his heart, but he was half a beat slower to react, so the opportunity for revenge was given to Yang Jue.

In the eyes of everyone, Song Tianming was half-crippled at the moment and his mana was exhausted. It was the best time to defeat him.