Immortal Luo Tian came forward with tears of joy and paid homage: "Chang Sun Kong pays homage to you, senior."
Gu Shuo stretched out his hand to help each other, and then said to the monks in the corridor: "Everyone, please disperse, I have to deal with some human affairs."
City Lord Sun and others all left one after another, each one whispering: "The centaurs, wolves, gophers and multi-armed tribe are in trouble."
Other monks also shook their heads: "Who would have thought that a human race would suddenly break through the Great Luo Jinxian? We haven't had the Great Luo Jinxian here yet.
hiss……
This Gu Shuo shouldn’t be from Suizhou, right?”
"Probably not. But he probably isn't from Shangzhou either."
"That's true, which monk would go to a state inferior to his own to break through Daluo Jinxian? This Gu Shuo should be from Xiazhou. His qualifications and talents are quite strong!"
"Whatever, they didn't offend him anyway, so we just watch the fun."
"Yes! Watch the fun!"
inside the room.
Gu Shuo listened to Chang Sun Kong's story and felt that the problem was not big. Although in Chang Sun Kong's view, the human race in Suizhou had reached the point of dire straits, in Gu Shuo's view, it was not serious. He had traveled to more than a hundred states, more than here.
There are at least five serious states. And the most important thing is that I am now a Da Luo Jinxian, but there is no Da Luo Jinxian in Suizhou.
That itself is a dimensionality reduction blow.
"Walk!"
Gu Shuo left with Chang Sun Kong, and countless golden immortals in Wanzu City were paying attention. Then after seeing Gu Shuo leaving the city, he sacrificed a small immortal boat and carried Chang Sun Kong away through the sky.
"Boom boom boom..."
The human army was attacked by the four-race coalition and was constantly forced to retreat. Every step back meant countless human blood sacrifices. More four-race coalition forces surrounded them from both sides. High in the sky, it was the battlefield of high-level monks.
, bodies fall from high altitudes from time to time.
"Qiang..."
There was a mighty sword cry, and then pieces of flesh flew everywhere. A strong shock wave spread out, forcing the golden immortals fighting in the sky to retreat. They were shocked to see a golden immortal from the gopher clan being chopped into pieces.
, the stumps and pieces of flesh were scattered like rain.
Then they saw an immortal boat. There was a human monk standing on the deck of the immortal boat, holding a strange immortal sword in his hand.
It was black and white, and there were two eyes on the tip of the sword, as if staring at them.
Gu Shuo struck out with his sword again.
The sky seemed to turn dark, and even Gu Shuo's figure disappeared into the darkness. The power of destruction spread rapidly toward a multi-armed golden immortal, threatening to devour him.
Jade Flower Sword!
"kill!"
Bloody waves surged in the sky and on the ground, and the human race began to fight back. With Gu Shuo's participation, the golden immortals were continuously killed, and the golden immortals who were not killed also fled one after another.
From this moment on, the human race began a comprehensive counterattack.
Gu Shuo did not leave all the victory or defeat of the war to himself, he only killed the four golden immortals and left the rest to the human race.
In the bloody battle, the human race is fighting sleeplessly against the allied forces of the four races.
When Gu Shuo appeared and continuously killed the golden immortals of the four tribes one by one, causing the four tribes to collapse from the realm of golden immortals, it brought hope to the human race and also brought the anger of revenge to the human race.
Under the vast sky, nearly ten million monks gathered together, like two huge rollers colliding. The rollers shattered and turned into countless large and small legions, clashing in disorder and chaos amidst the sky-high fireworks.
.
Then this huge battlefield began to crack, cracking into countless small battlefields like fragments. The allied forces of the four races began to retreat, retreating in all directions in an orderly manner, and the humans began to chase and kill in all directions.
Every monk's mind was empty, and no one could remember anything specific.
In which direction, I don’t know. They are just fighting and chasing instinctively, without knowing where they are. The army of nearly ten million has become a scattered tiny battlefield, and there is an extremely long distance between them.
They couldn't see each other at such a distance, and even the sound disappeared.
Of course, there is still a main force on this broken battlefield. Gu Shuo is high in the sky, riding a flying boat, chasing the main force of the four tribes' coalition forces, and the main force of the human army is below his immortal boat.
The allied forces of the four races only felt that the human race put unprecedented pressure on them. They could no longer condense into a whole. The fear in the hearts of each monk gathered together, forming chaos from within. However, the main force of the human race was in the eyes of every monk.
They all burst out with extreme ferocity, and their ferocious emotions caused them to burst out with huge lethality. They all forgot the fear of death, and only one word remained in their hearts.
kill!
Spreading from the main battlefield to the boundless wilderness around, the sounds gradually became sparse, the huge legions turned into small battlefields, and the explosions of magical powers also became sparse.
The howls of fairy beasts resounded in the wilderness!
The rich smell of blood spread in the air with the wind, attracting bloodthirsty fairy beasts. The fairy beasts found the corpse and began to eat it. When they encountered the monks, they also howled and pounced on it.
The battlefield became even more chaotic.
A human team was plundering. This team originally had more than a hundred people, but after killing and killing, only twelve people were left. I don't know if they were scattered or dead.
The cultivation level of these twelve people is not high. They are all Earth Immortals, ranging from the early Earth Immortal stage to the late Earth Immortal stage. They cannot fly and can only run around on the ground.
But at this time, they were no longer running, not even running, they were walking. Everyone was covered in blood, with wounds of varying sizes, some of which exposed bones. The leader
The monk named Dong Yuan muttered nervously to himself as he walked forward:
"Is everyone okay? Are you okay? Why are we the only ones left, where are the others? We can't stop..."
A monk responded: "I... feel like my body is no longer my own, but I can still walk, so I should be fine..."
"Senior Brother Dong, should we stop to heal our wounds?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Don't stop, we keep walking and can still stay awake. I'm afraid that once we stop to heal, we will faint and die."
"Did we... win?"
Dong Yuan looked around: "I don't know, I don't know."
Then he added: "Everyone should take the Yuan Dan and the Healing Pill first, but don't stop. Let's heal while walking. Although this is not very effective, it can keep them awake..."
"Bang!" A monk fell to the ground.
Dong Yuan turned around stiffly, his eyes a little numb and distracted, but he still walked to the monk who fell on the ground, squatted down, took out the Huiyuan Pill and the Healing Pill and stuffed them into his mouth, and then
He slapped the monk twice.
"Wake up, wake up! Get up and keep walking, you can't sleep..."
"You will die if you lie down like this."
The monk opened his eyes a little.
"Pa bang..."
Dong Yuan slapped him twice again, and then tried his best to help him stand up: "Let's go, let's not stop."
The twelve people walked forward again, but did not meet the four monks. They walked like this for about a quarter of an hour. The monk who was being supported said weakly:
"Brother, let's take a rest first? It's no longer possible. Let's bandage the wound, otherwise we will bleed to death..."
The strong wind howled, carrying a strong smell of blood that made your nose choke even if you took a breath.
Dong Yuan looked at his companions in the strong wind. The wounds of each companion were bleeding continuously. If this continued, they would really bleed to death.
"Okay, let's rest and heal. Remember, no sleeping is allowed. Let's help each other bandage the wounds first..."
The twelve people were divided into six pairs and began to help each other bandage the wounds. Things that had been easy in the past had now become difficult, and the hands holding the bandages were shaking constantly.
"Hey...why are you poking me with your finger?"
"That's right... my hands are shaking..."
"fine……"
"Do you think we won this time?"
"I don't know, but that ancient senior is Daluo Jinxian, we should win, right?"
"Yes, that ancient senior is really powerful. Killing the Golden Immortal is like chopping melons and vegetables."
"So, we must have won, right?"
"Have our human race passed the disaster?"
The crowd's voices suddenly became silent, and the twelve monks turned their heads and looked in one direction. There were figures of people there, and then they came into view.
There were more than fifty monks from the multi-armed clan. Each monk also had wounds on his body. At this time, the more than fifty monks from the multi-armed clan also saw the twelve Dong Yuan people, and they stopped.
Dong Yuan put down the bandage in his hand, put one hand on the hilt of the fairy sword inserted beside him, and stood up with effort.
The wind is roaring!
The wind made Dong Yuan's clothes rustle, and the setting sun lengthened his shadow on the ground.
Clang!
He pulled out the fairy sword from the ground and raised his arm to point at the multi-armed monk opposite.
Slowly but surely!
He murmured in a low voice: "It seems that I am going to die here. I didn't see the celebration of the victory of the human race. What a pity!"
"No regrets!" The eleven monks stood up with all their strength: "We have killed enough..."
Suddenly, Dong Yuan's twelve people looked stunned. They saw more than fifty multi-armed monks slowly retreating, then turned around and fled in panic.
silence.
quite a while.
"Hehehe..."
"Hahaha……"
"I thought I was dead this time..."
"Me too!"
"It seems like our human race should have won, right?"
"Absolutely! I didn't see those multi-armed tribesmen who were so scared that they peed when they saw us..."
"Yes! They peed, they are cowards!"
"Hahaha……"
The blood flowing under their feet, the black smoke floating in the air, and the twelve figures stood there crookedly, but they laughed loudly, and the laughter spread in the wilderness.
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in the sky. Dong Yuan and the twelve people looked up and saw a huge shadow appearing high in the sky.
Gu Shuo stood on the immortal boat and looked up at the huge shadow.
It was a trapezoid-shaped building with four sides, and each side had a level of steps, and each level of steps was very wide.
This huge shadow exudes desolation and ancient times, as if it had been sealed in dust for millions of years, and now it breaks out.
"What is this?" Gu Shuo was dumbfounded.
At this time, in any corner of Suizhou, any monk could see the shadow of the huge trapezoidal platform covering the entire sky. Every monk was looking up.
In fact, not only in Suizhou, but in the entire Immortal Realm, in every state, from Yanzhou in the 640th Prefecture to Zhongzhou in the center of the Immortal Realm, the shadow of a huge trapezoidal platform appears at every step.
Every monk was looking up at the shadow of the trapezoidal platform covering the entire sky.
"Whoosh..."
A figure fell next to Gu Shuo. He was Chen Qian, the leader of Suizhou Yunshui Sect. At this time, Chen Qian looked up at the shadow covering the entire sky and said:
"Could this be...the Battle Platform of Luck?"
"Luck Battle Platform?"
"Well, the sect has records that it only appears once every tens of millions of years."
"Millions of years...the human race wasn't born yet at that time, right?"
"Yeah! So our human race is a weak race because we don't have any luck."
"Luck?"
At this moment, a message was sent from the Luck Battle Platform and entered the consciousness of every monk in the entire immortal world.
Luck battle platform.
It is the ten million years of luck accumulated in the entire fairy world that is distributed to all races.
But this luck must be fought for through killing, so it is called the battle platform, the battle platform of luck.
As long as any monk shouts, "I want to go to the battle stage," he will be immediately sent to the fate battle stage, where he will share the 10 million accumulated luck through killing.
How to divide profits?
The fortune accumulated over ten million years was first divided into 640 parts, one for each state. Then the portion for each state was divided into countless parts and placed in the sky above each level of the destiny battle platform.
One layer at a time.
Starting from the Body Tempering Realm and going up, each level has its own destiny.
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No matter who you are, as long as you kill a monk, you will win a small share of luck, and this small share of luck will be divided into two parts. One part accounts for 90% of this small share, and the other part accounts for 1% of this small share.
10% belongs to the monk, and 90% belongs to the race to which the monk belongs.
Then what happened to the monk who was later killed?
The luck that has been distributed to the race will not be taken back, it will still belong to the race to which the monk belongs. However, the luck belonging to the monk himself will return to the total luck of that layer, leaving the remaining monks to continue killing through killing.
to fight for.
When will it end?
This depends on each layer's own situation.
There is only so much luck. When the luck that appears on this level is divided up, if there are still many monks on this level, then the competition on this level is over, and the monks will not continue to fight.
If the luck of a certain level has not been divided up, but there is only one monk left on this level, then all the luck will belong to the only remaining monk. According to the ratio of one to nine, one will be given to
Monks, nine are given to the race of this monk.
In either case, whether there is a group of monks left or one monk left, how will these monks deal with it?
It will be sent to the corresponding level of the luck battle platform in other states.
Of course, it can only be teleported upstate, not downstate.
What's the meaning?
As for Gu Shuo, he is now in the 501st state, and he will be transported to the 500th state. Of course, that is when the battle in the 500th state has not ended yet. If the battle in the 500th state has already
When it ends, he will be sent directly to the state where the fight has not ended. Maybe the 400th state, maybe the 300th state, or even the middle state.
Of course, if the battles in all states have ended by that time, he will not be teleported by the Luck Battle Platform, but will be sent directly out by the Luck Battle Platform and land in Suizhou where he is now. However, he will never be transported by the Luck Battle Platform.
Teleporting to the lower state, that is to say, it is impossible to teleport him to the direction of 502 states.
From this moment on, the six hundred and forty states form a spatial barrier, and the interstate teleportation array is completely ineffective. This isolates the monks from the upper state from coming to the lower state.
For example, now Gu Shuo is in the 501st state. There is no Daluo Jinxian in this state. But there may be one in the 500th state. Even if there is not one in the 500th state, there must be one in the 499th state. If it is here
Within an hour, Daluo Jinxian from the 499th state rode the teleportation array to the 501st state.
If Gu Shuo hadn't suddenly broken through to Daluo Jinxian in the 501st state, then the Daluo Jinxian who came over was the only Daluo Jinxian in this state. Then wouldn't the luck of Daluo Jinxian's level on the battlefield be the same as the whole
Belong to that monk?
Therefore, the Luck Battle Platform cuts off this possibility.
In the entire fairy world, only the Luck Battle Platform can teleport.
Within one hour from now, it is time for each monk to make a decision. After one hour, the battle platform will be closed and no more monks will be admitted to the fate battle platform.
And once the luck battle platform is closed after an hour, a melee will begin. So, what about the luck battle platform without monks?
For example, in Suizhou, there is currently only one Daluo Jinxian in Gushuo, but what about the one above Daluo Jinxian?
There are no Xuanxian or monks above Xuanxian in Suizhou, so what about the fortunes of those above Xuanxian?
They will be transported away by the fate battle platform, go to Shangzhou, and gather in the state where there are monks above Xuanxian, and gather into the luck corresponding to the battle platform.
Gu Shuo was overjoyed. He knew that he now had a Daluo Jinxian in the entire Suizhou, which meant that all the luck at that level would belong to him and the human race.
He looked up at the virtual image of the huge destiny battle platform, his brows beating with excitement.
Chen Qian beside him was also very excited, but then he thought of something and looked at Gu Shuo worriedly and said: "Fellow Gu Dao, as soon as you go up, you will take away that level of luck, which is a good thing for the human race. But then
You will be teleported to the 500th state. There is a Daluo Golden Immortal in the 500th state, and it is also an old Daluo Golden Immortal, and you are just a first-level monk who has just broken through the Daluo Golden Immortal..."
Chen Qian couldn't speak any more.
But the meaning is very clear, and with the look on his face, everyone can see it.
Even if you are powerful in Gushuo and defeat the Daluo Jinxian in the 500th state, you will be transported to the 499th state, where the Daluo Jinxian is even more powerful. You, a Daluo Jinxian who has just broken through, will eventually die.
Gu Shuo laughed!
"Zongzhu Chen, will you join?"
"meeting!"
"Can you promise that you won't die?"
"In order to fight for the destiny of the human race, there is no need to fear death..."
Chen Qian stopped talking, and Gu Shuo stopped asking questions.
The two looked at each other and laughed loudly.
"Hahaha……"
Gu Shuo waved his hand and put away the fairy boat under his feet.
"Sect Master Chen, let's go!"
"Fellow Taoist Ancient, let's go!"
Then the two people looked up at the phantom of the Luck Battle Platform and shouted loudly:
"I want to go to the battlefield!"
A beam of light was cast, wrapping the two people, and their figures disappeared.
"I want to go to the battlefield!"
"I want to go to the battlefield!"
"…………"
Centered around the place where the two of them disappeared, countless monks were raising their heads and shouting, and the shouts spread to the surroundings.
In fact, at this time in Suizhou and throughout the immortal world, countless monks were looking up to the sky and shouting "I want to go to the battlefield."
Fighting for the sake of race is not something only the human race has, but every race has it.
A large number of monks boarded the battle platform, and from the body tempering realm upwards, monks from all realms were shouting and entering the fate battle platform.
Gu Shuo was now standing on the destiny battle platform.
The steps under his feet were real, no longer phantoms. He was wrapped in a beam of light. He looked around. He was the only monk on this floor. But when he looked toward the next floor, he saw
Countless beams of light enveloped each monk.
They have different looks and are monks from all races.
He tried to poke the light curtain with his finger, and it bounced back. He knew in his heart that the light curtain would not disappear in less than an hour.
He raised his head and looked up into the sky, and saw colorful auspicious clouds in the sky.
This is luck.
He lowered his head and looked down at the layers below, and saw more and more monks going down, densely packed.
How many monks will die!
His heart suddenly beat violently, and an idea came to his mind.
The origin of this luck battle platform is unknown, but one thing is certain. It was not refined by that race. Instead, it appeared every ten million years and then disappeared on its own.
Could this be something created by the heavenly realm?
He knew the existence of Heavenly Dao. The moment he passed through the mature stage of Heavenly Dao before ascending from Dahuang Tianxuan, he knew that Heavenly Dao existed. He even suspected in his heart that this Heavenly Dao was conscious.
So, does Tiandao really want to share the profits of this battle platform with the destiny of all races?
Or do you want to harvest the lives of monks from all races?
It’s not impossible!
And it’s very possible!
The number of monks from all races is constantly increasing. They are taking away the immortal energy and even the luck of the immortal world. The monks are originally going against the sky, or in other words, they are taking away the immortal energy and energy between heaven and earth.
Luck. In this way, in ten million years, the monks of all races may have deprived the immortal world of a large amount of immortal energy and luck. If it continues to be taken away like this, will the luck and immortal energy of the immortal world be exhausted?
Once the luck and immortal power of the immortal world are exhausted, the immortal world will probably be destroyed, and the way of heaven in the immortal world will also be destroyed.
Therefore, every ten million years, the heavenly realm of the immortal world creates such a destiny battle platform, killing a large number of monks of all races in the immortal world, so that the monks of all races can steal the immortal essence and luck from heaven and earth and return to the immortal world.
If we surmise this way, the fortune that the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm distributes to all races through the Luck Battle Platform every one thousand years is like bait. Compared with the immortal energy and fortune that the Heavenly Dao harvests and recaptures from the monks of all races through the Luck Battle Platform,
Probably trivial.
The luck given by heaven is just a small piece of fishing bait, but what you get back is a big harvest.
grateful:
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