Qing Ling could only smile helplessly and dismiss Daluo's spirit and bow to him.

The other party turned his hand and called out the golden divine beads on the woman in blue, and sent them to him, saying, "You win, go down."

Qing Ling thanked her, then withdrew from the Longxu Arena, returned to Grandma Hua Geng, and smiled and said, "I will not let down the patriarch's entrustment, and I will win another game!"

Hua Geng nodded with satisfaction and said, "Not bad! He is clever."

What is good for me is strength, and what I mean by cleverness is that I know to try to hide my strength in the early stage, so that the enemy will think that he is just trying to win by taking advantage of tricks and not have much defense against him.

Only in this way can one fight last longer if one has the most hidden means!

Shankun Old Ape said in amazement: "Good boy, I didn't see how hidden it is. He can easily defeat the Golden Immortal! Xishan is really talented."

Qing Ling smiled and replied: "Senior praised Miao, but I am just taking advantage of the situation."

Shankun Old Ape shook his head and smiled meaningfully, "I can still distinguish this old ape by coincidence and intention." As he said that, he turned to Hua Geng and said, "I missed the old ape this time. You Xishan probably can take the top 100 more this time!"

Grandma Hua Geng smiled faintly and said, "Senior, he still looks up to me in Xishan. You can only know everything if you wait in the end!"

While everyone was waiting for free, the third round of the arena battle ended. The next round of the arena battle is to select more than 500 saints and saints.

Then there will be a battle to defend.

The holy sons and saints of all races who won thousands of places in the previous holy sacrifice will be obtained to continue the holy power. Only among these more than 500 saints will directly have the ranking of the last holy sacrifice and become the top 100.

Then these more than a hundred saints will accept the challenge of the top 500 on the ring. As long as you defeat five challengers, you can continue to continue your ranking, and you can also challenge the top 100 rings.

Therefore, as long as Qing Ling survives this fourth round, he can directly inherit the eighty-eighth place in the Xishan Snake Clan in the last holy sacrifice.

More than ten days later, the fourth round of the Holy Selection Battle began.

This time, Qing Ling's luck was still good. His opponent was still an early stage Golden Immortal, and he did not encounter a great master in the late stage Golden Immortal.

Even if Qing Ling knew nothing, he guessed that his "luck" might not come from himself, but from a powerful dragon clan.

Shankun, the Daluo Jinxian, is a big ape, and there is no way to tell anything. He kept talking from Grandma Hua Geng and asked her if she knew a big man from the Dragon Clan.

After all, when the Supreme Xuanwu was summoned, the old ape of Shankun was lying on Baxuan Mountain without revealing his head. Even the ancient supreme existence like Xuanwu could curry favor with Xishan, and there must be one in the dragon clan!

He said why every saint festival in Xishan is among the top 100? It turns out that there are people in the Dragon Palace that are easy to do. In this way, the old ape dare not have any idea of ​​extermination of Xishan. They just want to be a neighbor seriously. If the other party is really lucky and becomes a superior clan, it will be easier to help each other.

After all, the Black Lizard tribe is really powerful. The three Daluo Golden Immortals and dozens of Golden Immortal Venerables are among the top ten vassals of the Dragon Clan, and they are not comparable to those of him, the only one Daluo Golden Immortal.

Grandma Hua Geng was just a little guess. As for what it had to do with the Dragon Clan, she knew clearly that only Qingling could be considered related, and she was just benefiting from Xishan.

Of course she would not say it out loud, but just refused to mention it, and continued to make the old monkey suspicious in his heart, keeping the mystery of Xishan.

Qingling's fourth round was more than 300, and it took some time to play. This round was much more intense and dangerous than the first three rounds.

Even some of the Daluo Golden Immortals had no time to control the ever-changing battlefield, which almost caused a tragedy.

Qing Ling also saw many methods that made him feel a little incredible. The last time, the top 100 saints were mostly occupied by the seventy-two upper tribes. With the foundation of the Daluo Golden Immortal race, it is definitely far more than that of the ordinary Taiyi race. Therefore, such rules are extremely beneficial to those upper tribes.

But other ethnic groups have no choice but to do anything. After all, the strong are the strong. They are the weak. It is already a rare thing for those upper races to be able to follow the rules of the dragon clan on the surface.

Finally, after more than a month, I arrived at Qingling to play.

This time, his opponent was a majestic man, who was ten feet tall, and this was what he looked like after transformation!

"Western Wilderness, Shankuiyuan clan!"

"Donghuang, Xishan Snake Clan!"

When a man over three meters high saw that his opponent was a heavenly rank, he couldn't help but relax, but he did not let go of his guard.

After both sides saluted, he was covered in earth and formed a defensive shield with no dead corners on his body.

Qing Ling sighed in her heart. This time it was a tough idea, and I'm afraid it was a bit thrust.

With a wave of his red sleeves, he no longer hid. More than eight puppet troops were released, spreading all over the arena. There were a large number of fear giants, not to mention anything else, but just the momentum was extremely scary.

Even the referee Da Luo was stunned and couldn't help but smile and said, "This little guy is unique."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel numb. Although these puppets were not strong, they were extremely strong. Even if they stood still and let him fight, it would take a lot of time.

He looked in his heart for a moment and made a judgment. The enemy controlled so many puppets, and his soul must be extremely strong, and he did not have a strong aura on his body. It was thought that it was a group with weak physical bodies, suitable for long-distance combat, not for melee combat.

Capture the king first to capture the thief!

Although he didn't know this sentence, it was what it meant.

Qing Ling saw the other party's brown pupils flashing suddenly, and rushed over instantly. The countless mysterious yellow earth energy on his body were blessed, and countless puppets along the way were smashed and could not stop them at all.

He also retreated at the same time, keeping a distance, and the Xuantian vine was summoned instantly and turned into a green wood vine more than 30 feet long, wrapping it up towards the middle-aged man who was like a mad bull.

Qing Ling's Xuantian vine is only three feet high in the Dantian, but its magical power has begun to appear and summoned to the outside world. The body can reach thirty feet. If it is replaced longer, it will be a phantom of the vine and cannot be compared with the body at all.

The Xuantian vine is like a green python tangling towards the crazy middle-aged man.

The opponent punched the vine and continued to rush forward, but unexpectedly, the green vine continued to wrap around, and directly wrapped around his waist. Instantly, the vine head fused to the vine body, forming a dead ring, trapped around his waist.

Qing Ling's eyes flashed and said, "Shrink!"

The Xuantian Vine instantly shrank and strangled the middle-aged man's waist.

This man was panicked. He thought it was just an ordinary spiritual vine, but he didn't expect that this vine was so tough that even his fifth-level mountain power of the Golden Immortal could not tear the vine apart.

The man was tied up, but his speed increased instead of decreasing. He instantly came to Qingling's side at lightning speed, and his whole body turned into ten, and the figure of the ten virtual and one real giant hit Qingling with a bang.

"Boom~"

Huge sounds filled the eardrums, and a hole was smashed into the Longxu ring, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

However, countless green lights suddenly flashed around the great man.

His heart trembled, and he knew he had been fooled, so he turned around and flew out.

However, when the green vine was pulled on his waist, Qing Ling, who could not escape the opponent's attack at the other end, pulled the vine in his hand, making it impossible for the man to retreat.

In just a short moment, thousands of huge green trees rose up to the sky, turned into a prison of giant trees, and the sky above his head was closed, trapping him in it.

At the same time, the green vines on the big man's waist were also tightening and contracting, and the huge crushing force made him feel painful.

The big man stretched out his hand and pulled it back, causing Qing Ling to stagger and almost be pulled over.

Qingling immediately landed on the gray ground of Longxu Arena. Thousands of strange flowers and spirit grasses grew instantly, and giant trees rose up from the ground.

But just a few breaths are direct, and a thousand miles of radius has become a place of prosperity for plants and trees. His feet are in harmony with the grass and trees on the earth, and countless plants and trees take root in the earth, just like he connects the earth, like thousands of grass and trees, which do not fall when encountering mountain torrents.

However, in the prison of thousands of trees, the yellowish color rose again. The middle-aged man actually sat cross-legged and turned into a mountain. The mountain was black and yellow, and the land was dense. The mountain grew taller and taller, and the longer the mountain grew wider. Even the Xuantian vines could not shrink and were instead extended.

Seeing this, Qingling hurriedly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of essence and blood. The essence and blood merged into the prison of thousands of trees. Ten thousand trees immediately showed their inspiration, and their vitality was infinite. The mountain was one foot high and the wood was one foot high.

The peaks of the mountains point to the sky, but are covered by endless green and cannot see the sun. The higher the mountain, the higher the trees, and they will never be able to escape from this green prison.

However, the mountains are growing high and the mountains are growing wide and large, and the speed remains unabated, while the growth rate of thousands of trees is slowly declining.

After all, it is just a mouthful of essence and blood. How can I compare to the original body and power of a Golden Immortal Venerable?

Qing Ling sighed helplessly. It seemed that he had to use a trump card. If the mountain was higher and the veins were wider, he might be directly suppressed by the mountainous power of the Golden Immortal Venerable.

Qing Ling stretched out his right hand and pointed it out with one finger. The Suzu Divine Seal in the Yuanshen between his eyebrows flashed. The mysterious divine Dao Seal on the right arm condensed into a little green light, but a drop was like a green sun. A Taoist pattern of the word "生" appeared, and a finger transformed into a life, infinite vitality and majestic as the sea.

The Xuanhuang Mountain was instantly spread by countless green trees, flowers and plants, thousands of flowers and grasses, and towering ancient trees were covered with densely covered on the steep cliffs and continued to spread to the top of the mountain.

Countless flowers, grass and rhizomes penetrate into the mountain and protrude out, almost penetrating the mountain.

Xuanhuang sacred mountain immediately shook the earth, rolling stones were like thunder, and thousands of huge rocks were smashed down, destroying countless green trees.

Moreover, the laws of the great way of earth filled the mountains, thick and heavy soil, and the soil was endless, and it was stalemate again for a moment.

Qing Ling was stunned and could not even take his divine character. It seemed that the other party was not bad at being the saint son of a clan. The comprehension of Shantu Dao was extremely profound, and it was difficult to distinguish between the superiority and inferiority for a moment.

However, Qing Ling did not intend to show his other trump cards. With a wave of his hand, only more than 50,000 puppets were left. They rushed up the mountain and crazily bombarded Xuanhuang Divine Mountain with huge fists.

For a moment, the roar was endless, and more than 50,000 puppets bombarded the mountain tirelessly without knowing the pain. The green spirit summoned infinite green trees, flowers and plants again to the mountains and fields, stalemate with the falling body of the huge rock.

A sneer came from the giant mountain, "Haha, you little snake, summoning so many ants is just to tickle me."

Qing Ling didn't care, and tigers were afraid of too many fleas. Although they couldn't bite to death, they were disgusting enough.

However, as the Shankui clan, the other party had too profound understanding of the Tushan Avenue. Even with so many means, he could not do anything to the other party. Even the Xuanhuang Divine Mountain was growing taller and higher.

A proud laugh came from the giant mountain: "Little snake, if you have no means, give up quickly. Otherwise, my seventh level of mountain might smash you into a pile of flesh and blood."

"Hahaha, it's really overestimating one's own ability to dare to fight against my huge mountain peaks!"

"That's the little snake in Xishan, your path to the holy election, that's it."

Qing Ling looked at the other party's sacred mountain and said coldly: "I originally thought about how to make you lose the difficult point, but now I have changed my mind."

"What does it mean?" The middle-aged man's confusion came from the mountain. At the same time, he became alert in an instant. The pride of the moment was all illusions, but it was just a look of luring Qingling into a trap.

But at this moment, he looked at Qing Ling with different eyes and felt a little bad.

Immediately, the earth in front of the mountain broke through the ground, and the seventh mountain peaks shook for thousands of miles of smoke and dust. The earth tore and shaken. Seven high mountains were scattered around the Xuanhuang Divine Mountain. The seven mountains formed a formation, and the Xuanhuang Divine Mountain was the core of the formation. The eight mountains crisscrossed, and a mountain dragon vein was formed faintly.

"This is my trump card prepared by challenging the former hundred saints. It would be a good idea to lose this place if you can defeat this in one level!"

Qing Ling did not retreat, but just stepped step by step in the void and slowly walked towards Xuanhuang Divine Mountain. His expression was extremely plain, he ignored the other party's mockery and did not attack the seven seven-sect mountains. The eight-level mountains formed a formation, and the gravity of the mountain that was getting heavier and heavier was applied to him.

The gravity of each mountain after another was putting a huge force on Qing Ling from the air. The more than 50,000 puppets could no longer bear this gravity and collapsed into pieces.

Only Qingling walks between the Tianshan Mountains.

Below you are many mountains, with mountains that are thousands of feet high and thousands of feet high, no earth or rivers, only rolling mountains.

In the sky of his body, the shadows of the mountains condensed by the eight mountains cover the sky. The distance between the mountains of the sky and the mountains of the earth is shrinking and smaller, and the gravity on his body is getting heavier and heavier.

The top of Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain is where the superposition between the Mountain of Heaven and the Mountain of Earth is the most powerful.

Qing Ling was walking there step by step. The mountains he carried on him had already been able to crush thousands of heavenly-level beasts to death, but he was just a little difficult to walk.

There are mountains in the sky, and mountains pointing to the sky. In the distance between the mountains of heaven and earth, a young man in red stepped on the sky and stepped on the sky without speed. However, every step behind him, a little green light fell, which grew into towering iron wood in the blink of an eye, and was squeezed into wood mud in an instant, falling into the void, and being pressed down by the heavy mountains that were transferred, even the Iron Geng Tree in Xishan could not bear it. Fortunately, with the support and resistance of Qingling's magic power of the dantian, it would not be suppressed by endless gravity.

In front of you, behind you, there is a dry body, and under you is a mountain, there is a mountain, only a red dress is the center of the four directions. Looking down at the heaven and earth, and seeing the mountains.

Below, Grandma Hua Geng looked at the battlefield with a slightly condensed expression, but she was not too nervous. She knew that Qing Ling had too many trump cards not displayed, so she was not in a hurry.

However, Du and Master Lu were very nervous, afraid that Qing Ling, who was at a disadvantage, would be crushed into flesh paste by the heavy mountains on the heaven and earth in the next moment.

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