Mr. Li continued lightly: "Hundred Ghost Towns are divided into six areas in total, and you will be randomly assigned to these six areas."

"A large number of death row prisoners have been put on the Hundred Ghost Towns, about 10,000 human races."

"hiss--"

It was okay before, but everyone was actually prepared, but when they heard the death row prisoners of ten thousand human race, almost everyone gasped.

"You have points tokens on you, but they don't. They just need to get five points tokens. After the conference is over, they can be released."

There were only 200 of their players in the group, but there were tens of thousands of death row prisoners alone. This kind of power difference is too great.

"You can have a chance to give up. As long as you have a token on your body, the token can take you directly out of the Hundred Ghost City."

"But there is still one second of the time difference here, so you must grasp it well, and you must make a sound." Old Li smiled, which made everyone frightened.

dead?

Every Hundred Flowers Conference, among the two hundred people, one hundred people will die.

There are so many human races in the fairy world. If the foundation is too large, the probability of geniuses appearing is also high. Therefore, they don’t care about the death of these people. Anyway, there will be a steady stream of people taking over.

"In the end, you will gather in the center of the Hundred Ghost Town, and then compete for seats and decide on the final ranking."

“That’s the rule.”

"Let's get started."

Mr. Li's true energy acted on the scroll, and in an instant, the scroll was changed and enlarged again. It was as if it was overwhelming, and the hundreds of ghost towns inside were vaguely highlighted.

“Go…”

On the scroll, a mysterious force enveloped Chu Yi and others, and then they were all brought into the scroll.

The scroll hangs horizontally above the Flower City, divided into nine pictures, constantly switching, and can be displayed to everyone, but the sound inside cannot be heard.

"Hundred Ghost City, five hundred years ago, how many Yuanying died in that fierce battle? I don't know what the place has turned into now. Even I dare not go there." Zhuan Tian, ​​the leader of the Forging Sect, shook his head and said.

"I once heard that a peak senior in the Nascent Soul Stage wanted to go and take away some treasures, but was refined alive by the entire Hundred Ghost City."

Several people sighed.

The master Kong You paused his pupils and looked at the painting. He saw a very subtle mark on the lower right side of the painting, which occasionally manifested and soon disappeared.

"Ruhua City Lord, this "Hundred Ghosts City" should be painted by a genius painter. Senior Qianfeng."

"It's him." Lord Ruhua City nodded calmly.

"Senior Qianfeng!" Sect Master Fengyu sighed, "I have also heard of this senior. He is one of the few powerful people who have achieved the realm of enlightenment through calligraphy and painting for thousands of years. And it is said that they are quite young, and many people want to ask him for a painting but cannot."

"I've asked for it." Master Kong You smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that I can't even see the figure. This senior Qianfeng painted is entirely based on his mood and his eye. Otherwise, no matter how many treasures you take, the other party wouldn't bother to take a look."

"The Lord of Ruhua City was able to let Senior Qianfeng paint for the Hundred Flowers Conference. It seems that his friendship is very rich..." Sect Master Kong You was meaningful.

Other powerful people in the Nascent Soul stage are also frequently looking at each other.

Although they are all in the Nascent Soul stage, they do not know the strong people in the realm of God. Those strong people can call the wind and rain in the entire fairy world.

Lord Ruhua City chuckled, Senior Qianfeng is just his senior brother, and it is not easy to want a painting.

...

"I went in, and I went in. The last Hundred Flowers Conference did not catch up. I need to take a good look at this session."

Flower City is overcrowded.

Many people came here deliberately from other continents. After all, this time, there was a former Nascent Soul Strongman in it.

"The top ten of the last Hundred Flowers Conference, now all living seem to have become elders of major sects, and they have taken several steps in the realm of the Taoist temple."

"The first Hundred Flowers Conference is now in the Nascent Soul stage."

"And I heard that this session has high quality and the future is unlimited."

There are many different opinions.

"Where is the teacher?"

"So many people!"

Fangxin and others booked a restaurant and looked from afar, but there were only nine pictures in the entire scroll, so she did not find Chu Yi.

"The teacher has great powers, and he will definitely win the championship this time."

Qin Zheng showed a honest smile.

"However, there are two people in Wanfeng Sect and Fengshui Sect that are more difficult to deal with. I remember that they had heard their names in Daleiyin Temple."

The little monk drank in big gulps, ate meat in big gulps, and looked enjoyable.

"Where is this Hundred Ghost Town?" Liu Dao said curiously.

"Five hundred years ago, in order to seize an ancient spiritual vein, our Eternal Realm and the Tianqi Realm had a great war. Even the realm of Gods had taken action. In the end, the border was almost broken, and it was the Immortal Lord who took action and temporarily suppressed the Hundred Ghost City, which eased a little."

"Hundred Ghost Towns are not simple. Not to mention those ten thousand death row prisoners, but other situations are enough to make people feel troubled."

"But our teachers should have a way to deal with it."

"Your teacher?" Suddenly, a slightly sharp voice came, and it was Jun Shengru.

"What is Wanfeng Sect? What is Feng Shui Sect? What is your teacher? The last one must be Dongfang Liang, the senior brother of our Dome Sect."

She was in a bad mood and looked at these people with contempt.

"Roar!"

Before the little monk could react, Zhu Bajie ran out with his head protruding.

"It's you?!"

How could Jun Shengru not recognize this guy? This guy followed the damn surname Chu.

"Kill it and bake it for me!"

She snorted coldly.

Lin Feiyan and others changed their color. There were also powerful people in the Taoist realm around them.

But he saw Zhu Bajie smiled obscenely, and lightly lit the pig's trotters. In an instant, a golden light flashed from Jun Shengru's forehead.

The big words "Shishou Chu's foot washing maid" are obvious and attract everyone's attention.

"ah!!!"

Jun Shengru let out a scream. She didn't expect that Chu Yi would give such a method to a pet beast.

Facing everyone's smiling eyes, she could no longer bear it, and collapsed and fainted.

"It's too weak, vulnerable." The black turtle pretended to drink a sip of water. He looked at Zhu Bajie, and the two ferocious beasts smiled quite obscenely.

...

"Hundred Ghost Town..."

Chu Yi's figure appeared in an alley. He had heard of such a city. But this was the first time he had seen it.

And the war broke out five hundred years ago.

"All the ancient spiritual veins have appeared, no wonder the realm of connecting to the gods can't help but snatch them."

It is rumored that there are some ancient symbols that have never been born in the ancient spiritual vein. They are extremely powerful.

Someone once said that the Eight Precepts are hiding in the ancient spiritual veins.

His fingers slashed across the mottled walls, covered with cracks as dense as spider silk.

With a little force, a trace of blood flowed out of the crack.

Chu Yi slapped over with a palm, and the entire wall collapsed halfway. With a bang, a half-decayed corpse fell out of it.

"This is……"

"The habit of phagocytosis."

"It seems that there are not only death row prisoners in this hundred ghost town, but also some plant life."

Chu Yi was a little cautious. He knew Xiaoqi's strength. The other party was unique in this way. The Hundred Ghost City painted by Xiaoqi was extremely similar to the real Hundred Ghost City.

"Each token represents ten points, and although the death row prisoner has no token, one death row prisoner also represents one point."

"The last six areas, each area, the top three points, can enter the central area."

Chu Yi stood there and passed the rules in his mind.

"We have half a month to sway around the periphery."

"The entire Hundred Ghost City, with the strength of my divine consciousness, cannot expand to a place ten meters away."

"Either speed or strength, they were suppressed a lot."

"So, where to start?" He raised his head and saw a black dot growing bigger and bigger in the dark sky. In the end, it turned out to be a big man with a ferocious face.
Chapter completed!