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Eight hundred and fiftieth eight chapters thunder means

 After holding on to the green dragon's claws, the golden armor on the giant's body immediately flickered like breathing, and every time it flickered, its aura would rise.

There is no doubt that this is Jin Lingzi using his spiritual power to swallow the spiritual power of the blue dragon claw and turn it into his own use!

However, the monk surnamed Xiao did not panic at all when he saw this. Instead, he curled up the corner of his mouth and waved the flag in his hand again.

Immediately, the four toes of the green dragon claw suddenly closed in the middle, and some green wind threads immediately condensed out, cutting towards the golden-armored giant like a kite string.

The golden-armored giant did not dare to be careless. While he was furiously urging his armor to swallow up the spiritual power of the blue dragon's claws, he was also urging his secret technique to condense a layer of dark gold spiritual shield around his body that was a mixture of golden spiritual power and evil aura.

The next moment, those green wind threads fell gently, and then, under the horrified gaze of the golden-armored giant, they cut through the protective spiritual shield he had condensed like tofu, and struck on the golden armor.

The audience heard multiple whines at the same time, and more than ten slash marks appeared on the golden armor. Fortunately, Dacheng's Jin Lingzi was not in vain, so the body of the young man in white robe was not injured.

"Qingming Shenfeng! Fellow Taoist, I surrender! I surrender!"

Although his physical body was not injured, the white-robed young man's heart was bleeding at this time. The wind just now killed hundreds of his Golden Spirit Sons.

Seeing that the number of wind threads in the second round was three to four times greater than that in the first round, he was not willing to take it again, so he quickly shouted.

Hearing that the other party had admitted defeat, the monk surnamed Xiao first flashed a look of hatred in his eyes, but he did not stop his magical power immediately, but then he thought of something, suppressed his thoughts, and waved the big flag in his hand to make the wind threads and dragon claws disperse together.

"Huh~ Thank you fellow Taoist for showing mercy, Bai is willing to take the advantage!"

Seeing that those green wind threads did not press forward, the young man in white robes immediately breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the rules of the battle were that after one side surrendered, the other side had to stop immediately.

However, many practitioners of powerful magical powers cannot control them like an arm, so it is normal for them to lose control at once.

Generally, as long as no one is killed, the Void Refining monk who presides over the battle will not interfere, let alone any punishment.

Therefore, the monk surnamed Xiao stopped his action in such a timely manner, which could be said to have spared Jin Lingzi, the young man in white robe, and could not help but make him feel more favorably.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, there is no need to be humble. If you give up the spirit worm, Xiao will also find it difficult to win."

Putting away the golden Falun and the green-faced flag, the monk surnamed Xiao bowed his hands politely.

The young man in white robe had already released his magical power and returned to his normal body shape. Hearing this, he just smiled and said nothing more.

When someone offers him a face, it is not appropriate for him to refuse or accept.

"Okay, leave the field as soon as possible after the winner is determined, don't waste time."

The scar-faced monk didn't have time to watch people making friends here, so he waved his hand and asked the two of them to get out of the place quickly.

But more than ten miles away, the old man with white eyebrows had a serious expression on his face and said in a deep voice:

"That big flag can cast the Qingming Divine Wind, so it must have something to do with the Qinglong Sea-Splitting Flag on the Chaos Spirits List. How could such a spiritual treasure be in the hands of a god-transforming monk?!"

In the spiritual world, it is not possible for a cultivator to obtain a spiritual treasure. Only those in the middle stage or above can refine or afford spiritual treasures.

Most of the powerful spiritual treasures are in the hands of Void Refining monks, especially those related to the Chaos Spirit List!

As for the spiritual treasures on the list among the human and demon tribes, they are all in the hands of the famous combined master.

Therefore, the green-faced flag sacrificed by the monk surnamed Xiao can be said to be a treasure beyond the level of god transformation, which made the white-browed old man very afraid, and he thought hard about countermeasures.

But the white-browed old man didn't care at all about the opponent he was about to face.

In his opinion, Luo Hong and the woman in yellow were both here for training, and the huge gap in cultivation was enough for him to easily defeat each other.

"Huh! If you don't have the cultivation level of the middle stage of divine transformation, you still want to get involved in the spiritual land of Cuilong Mountain. You really don't know how high the sky is!"

When he and Luo Hong were flying away to the competition place, this thought flashed through the mind of the old man with white eyebrows.

Seeing the two men stopped in flight, the scar-faced monk followed the rules and said in a cold voice:

"You all know the rules of the battle, so I won't go into details about it. Just remember not to kill anyone, otherwise I will be in trouble again!"

"Senior, don't worry, I will definitely show mercy, but it would be best if this fellow Taoist can take the initiative to admit defeat."

After the white-browed old man bowed his hands respectfully to the scar-faced monk, he immediately faced Luo Hong and said:

"Fellow Daoist Bai and his friends have seen their fighting skills just now, so they should have some understanding of the magical powers of monks like us in the middle stage of transformation.

You know, the further you go to the realm of cultivating immortals, the bigger the gap is at each level. If you want to practice, you are in the wrong place, so why not make it easy for you and me."

The white-browed old man actually openly persuaded Luo Hong to surrender before the war started.

He did this not to humiliate Luo Hong, but to consider his second round of fighting. If he could save some mana, he would naturally have a slight chance of winning.

"Fellow Taoist may not talk too much nonsense. If you start earlier, you will be able to relax earlier."

Luo Hong smiled coldly and said calmly.

"It seems that fellow Taoist has stopped crying without seeing the coffin, so let me teach you a lesson!"

The white-browed old man's eyes turned cold when he heard this, and he said very unhappily.

"Are you done chatting? Let's start after chatting!"

The scar-faced monk had been working in Guangwu Pavilion for a long time and had heard too much trash talk before the fight. He couldn't get the slightest interest in it at the moment and announced casually.

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-browed old man closed and opened his palms in front of his chest, offering a disc-shaped treasure.

I saw that the runes on this treasure were very dense and the aura was quite strong. It was actually a powerful spiritual treasure.

As soon as the battle started, he used his spiritual treasure to fight the enemy, obviously with the intention of a quick victory.

It takes some time to activate the spirit treasure. The white-browed old man is also very experienced, leaving no opportunity for Luo Hong to take advantage of. Many high-level spirit symbols flew out from the storage bag on his waist. After forming a special formation in the air, they shot out countless feet.

The long fire crow flew towards Luo Hong.

Faced with this massive offensive that had both front and back, Luo Hong still looked relaxed. He raised his right palm, and a hundred-foot-long underworld ghost hand appeared above the white-browed old man's head in a flash.

Before the white-browed old man could respond, he snorted coldly, and immediately the demon face in the palm of Huang Quan's ghost palm let out a scream.

The scream was not loud, but when it hit the ears of the white-browed old man, it was like thunder. It made his face distort in pain, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the disc on his chest.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huang Quan's ghostly hand pressed down violently and instantly shattered the white-browed old man's body-protecting spirit shield and smashed it onto his body.

At the same time, countless fire crows flew in front of Luo Hong, but he just frowned slightly, and the power of the universe enveloped him.

No matter how many of these fire crows there are, they can only slide away from all directions and cannot touch Luo Hong at all!

"Huh? He was not seriously injured by a palm. It seems that he has something to rely on that makes him so confident."

With a sweep of his consciousness, Luo Hong discovered that the old man with white eyebrows was no longer under the underworld ghost, and he didn't know what kind of escape technique he had used to escape the suppression of the ghost's hand.

Otherwise, when this palm falls to the ground, it will turn into a meat pie if it were a god or monster.

谷/span>In fact, Luo Hong had already held back, otherwise the physical body of a god-transforming monk would not have been able to withstand his huge power once it exploded.

The white-browed old man had no chance to use his escape technique!

After escaping the disaster, the white-browed old man did not show up again, but used secret techniques to hide.

This is understandable. After all, Luo Hong not only gave him a slap, but also forcibly interrupted him from activating the spirit treasure. The magic power in his body was still in chaos, so he had to avoid the sharp edge first.

But Luo Hong didn't want to waste this time. With a sweep of his consciousness, he discovered the traces of the other party. Then he took a step forward and disappeared suddenly.

"Where has he gone?! Where has he gone?!"

In a seemingly deserted place, an old man with white eyebrows was wearing a silver robe that shone with faint spiritual light, looking around in shock and anger.

His consciousness scanned around, but he couldn't detect any trace of Luo Hong.

However, at the next moment, a cold voice came from behind him.

"cut!"

not good!

The old man with white eyebrows subconsciously wanted to run away, but he immediately found that the space around him was extremely solid, and a huge force imprisoned his figure.

Before he could figure out what kind of magical power he had, a strong sense of crisis hit his heart.

"Stop! I admit defeat!"

Faced with the great terror between life and death, the white-browed old man did not hesitate for a moment and decided to admit defeat.

In just a moment, an extremely sharp breath slid across his scalp, only chopping his hair crown into pieces without hurting him at all.

However, once the crown of his hair was broken, the old man with white eyebrows immediately had his hair disheveled, showing an extremely embarrassed look.

"Fellow Taoist accepts."

After sheathing the Shenfeng Shadowless Sword, Luo Hong slightly arched her hand towards the white-browed old man without humiliating him too much.

"My fellow Taoist Yuan Shen's cultivation is astonishing, but I couldn't see it because of my poor eyesight. I lost this battle unjustly!"

The fighting just now was just between lightning and flint, and the white-browed old man was blinded when he came up. Now after reviewing the game for a while, he realized where he lost.

Thinking of what he said before the war, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks burning and hurting. He didn't have the guts to stay in the secret realm any longer, and left directly with the escape light.

"How could Mr. Fei be defeated so easily? How strong is this Fellow Daoist Luo's Yuan Shen realm?!"

The young man in white robe seemed to be familiar with the old man with white eyebrows. Seeing this result, he couldn't help being shocked and murmured to himself.

"It can make Mr. Fei lose his mind for a few breaths. I am afraid that this person's Yuan Shen realm is equivalent to a monk at the peak of the late stage of becoming a god. Fortunately for me."

The fat man in Confucian shirt who had been smiling before now also showed a solemn expression, and even almost let out a message.

On the other hand, although the woman in yellow was frightened by Luo Hong's thunderous tactics, she did not lose her composure at this time.

"Hmph! No matter how powerful your soul is, as long as Brother Xiao is protected by my uncle's spiritual treasure, it will be in vain. This spiritual land must be mine!"

The big man in purple robe's analysis worked that day and gave the woman in yellow robe great confidence.

"Haha, he is worthy of being the first generation of ascended monks. His method is very different from that of transforming into gods in the spiritual world. He does not concentrate on improving the realm of magic power, but cultivates the soul."

The scar-faced monk looked at Luo Hong with strange eyes and said noncommittally.

"This junior is also a helpless move. If he could improve his cultivation in the lower realm, how could he pursue the ultimate path of the soul?":.

Although Luo Hong defeated the white-browed old man forcefully, he still looked humble when facing the Xu Lianxu cultivator, without any disrespect.

"It is indeed not difficult to obtain a spiritual land with your strength, but your luck is not very good this time. If you are destined, Ban may be able to give you a spiritual land a hundred years later. Please leave."

The scar-faced monk rolled his eyes and suddenly said something without any beginning or end.

Although Luo Hong was confused, it was obviously not the time to ask in detail now, so he cupped his hands and flew away.

Returning to where everyone was, the young man in white robes and the fat man in Confucian shirts all greeted him politely, but the woman in yellow didn't say anything and ran towards the scar-faced monk without saying a word.

The fat man in Confucian shirt's eyes dimmed slightly, and then he followed.

Afterwards, the two men began to fight at the command of the scar-faced monk.

After watching for a while, Luo Hong frowned slightly.

Although the fight between the woman in yellow and the fat man in scholar's shirt looked very impressive, with both of them offering powerful spiritual treasures, the process of the fight was too rigid.

The whole process is that the woman in yellow uses a magical power or sacrifices a treasure, the fat man in scholar's shirt defends against it and makes a similar counterattack, and then the woman in yellow defends against and counterattacks, and so on.

If Luo Hong had used the same method, he would have killed the woman in yellow all by himself!

Seeing this scene and what he saw before making contact, Luo Hong immediately understood that he had encountered a secret operation. The monk surnamed Xiao and the fat man in Confucian shirt were both members of the other party.

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Luo Hong secretly glanced at the scar-faced monk who was floating more than ten miles away with his arms crossed, and did not dare to put his suspicions into words.

"It's not difficult to confirm this matter. We just need to look at the results of the lottery later."

The fight lasted for half an hour, and as expected, the fat man in scholar's shirt was injured and defeated because he failed to block the spirit treasure offered by the woman in yellow.

Afterwards, he also didn't stay long, and immediately left the secret realm after losing the battle.

At this point, the battle for spiritual land has officially entered the second round.

Since there were only three people, one person would have a bye in this round. After a brief explanation, the scar-faced monk once again reached into the animal skin bag that could only isolate the spiritual consciousness and took out a green crystal bead.

As soon as the scar-faced monk let go, the green crystal bead floated to the side of the woman in yellow. Obviously she was the lucky one who got a bye.

However, everyone in the secret realm, except the young man in white robe, knew whether he was really lucky or fake.

Although the woman in yellow had a one-third chance, once this incident came out, the opponent's secret operation was basically confirmed.

For a moment, Luo Hong felt inexplicably angry, but not too surprised.

But there is no doubt that he has one more reason to seize the spiritual land this time.

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