In the Western Region, in front of an ancient temple.
A monk in white clothes, dusty from travels, stood barefoot in front of this ancient temple.
"I'm here, Douzhan, meet the temple master!"
Lang Lang's voice sounded in front of this ancient temple and filled the surrounding area.
There was neither joy nor sadness in the eyes of the monk in white.
“I’ve heard your name, and I think it’s coming soon!”
"Donor, you have worked tirelessly along the way. Why don't you take a break before you start?"
An old monk walked out of the door of this ancient temple and looked at the monk in white quietly.
The monk in white gave a gentle smile and said, "The great lord of the temple, the world is in chaos, the young monk is moving forward all the way, if he does not advance, he will retreat, how can he dare to rest!"
"I wish I could travel a hundred and sixty billion miles with the five-foot golden hoop in my hand, and become a saint after nine hundred and ninety-nine million kalpas!"
The old monk was slightly moved, but in the end, he said nothing and the Buddha's name filled the air.
The next moment, the Buddha's light burst out, and there was a Dharma image across the sky, transforming into a giant Buddha.
There is a stick that reaches the sky, as if it breaks the sky and splits the earth.
After a hundred breaths, the Buddha's light shattered, and the ancient temple was raging like a raging wind.
"Thank you, temple master!"
The monk in white put away his magic, held the Buddha's gift in his hand, and gave another great gift.
After three full bows, the white-robed monk left.
After the old monk in white clothes left, a mouthful of golden blood suddenly spurted out from the corner of his mouth.
"Temple Master!"
"How is the temple master's injury?"
Voices rang out from the ancient temple, and many Buddhist monks walked out of it and looked at the old monk.
The old monk waved his hands slightly and looked at the white man walking barefoot.
"With one turn of Da Luo, seventeen sticks will defeat me with three turns of Da Luo!"
"A Buddha is about to appear in the Western Region!"
In the dust, Douzhan Buddha's eyes were slightly lowered. There was no joy or sadness in his eyes, and he was lonely and walking alone.
…
In the southern region, there is a divine chariot that is unparalleled, and the light of the Hunyuan Immortal Soldiers shines in all directions.
There are people watching from all directions, looking at this sacred car, they can't help but feel a sigh of relief.
The three white jade immortal lins of Hunyuan pull the cart. How noble are the people on them?
"arrive!"
A clear sound sounded, and on top of the sacred car, there was a woman looking at the man with a gun who was traveling with her.
"Brother Hao'er, why bother to challenge? Why don't you follow me back to the clan and take whatever treasures you like!"
The woman looked at the man's face with a little unbearable look in her eyes.
"Yan'er, my father often said that the road goes its own way, and I owe you enough!"
"I can't owe you any more!"
Qin Hao spoke softly. He turned to look at the woman and gently stroked her long black hair with his palms.
"Be good and come back when I go!"
In an instant, with one step of his feet, he was like a dragon entering the city.
In the city, a figure has already risen into the sky, using the sky and the earth as a challenge.
"I have received the fairy friend's note, but I never thought that the fairy friend would come so quickly!"
A middle-aged man looked at Qin Hao who fell from the sky, his face full of solemnity.
"If you defeat me in three moves, you will be defeated by me!"
Qin Hao walked out of the air, and a general trend swept through the entire city.
Around his body, a white dragon is lingering around him. There are nine in total, and there are five Yuanyangs floating around him, like a number of ninety-five.
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, and his pupils were full of horror.
Immediately, its full strength exploded out, and the power of the Great Luo Seven Revolutions swept across the world.
Qin Hao moved without any remaining strength!
Boom boom boom...
In just a few breaths, a figure stood holding a silver gun, and another gun was on top of this building.
On the wall of the building, there was a figure bathed in blood. His shoulder blade was pierced by a spear, and golden blood overflowed. His eyes were full of fear and fear.
"It's just the second move, I overestimate you!"
Qin Hao moved his palm, and another golden spear fell into his hand.
He put his two spears behind his back, stepped on them, and returned to the sacred chariot.
"Brother Hao'er is so awesome!"
The woman's smiling eyes curled up, and immediately, a divine chain was pulled out from her hand. This divine chain appeared, and the heaven and earth seemed to be vaguely strange. The creatures in the big city below were all terrified.
That's a holy soldier!
Soldiers of the Saint!
The woman drew the holy weapon chain into the void, "Let's go!"
"The thirty-sixth battle, undefeated!"
"It's almost possible to enter the third level of Da Luo!"
Qin Hao murmured softly. He looked at the joyful woman beside him, but there was some anxiety and worry in his eyes.
…
In the Eastern Region, the sea is ups and downs, and there are violent waves.
In the turbulent sea water, there were two figures intertwined.
More golden blood slowly overflowed, scattered into the sea water, and sank to the bottom of the sea.
In the end, one person dies and life gradually fades into nothingness.
A woman coughed up blood, looked at the corpse on the sea, and took away the immortal treasure stored there.
"Are all the ancient geniuses so terrifying? With the inheritance he left behind, they were almost defeated in the same situation!"
The woman's face was cold and her brows were furrowed as she shuttled across the sea.
"That Saint's Secret Realm should be opened soon. After Da Luo's turn, it's still weak!"
Immediately, his figure disappeared into the vast sea.
…
Central Territory, Southern Territory, Northern Territory, Eastern Territory, Western Territory.
In the five realms, if Qin Xuan could look at them at a glance, he would see some familiar figures.
Some people, beyond his expectation, stepped into the fairyland.
Some people were unexpected by him.
There are also some people he knew in his previous life.
At this moment, the Guo Family in the Northern Territory is in the Holy Tower of All Realms.
Qin Xuan stood proudly on the stage. In front of him was an eighth-level genius of the Guo family.
Now, he was defeated by his sword with just one move.
"Qin Xuan wins this battle!"
With a hint of helplessness in Guo Weng's eyes, he decided to win or lose the battle.
Immediately, Qin Xuan entered the room and waited for Guo Weng.
"Qin Xuan, you have won nine victories, and the next step is the tenth battle!"
"If you can get ten wins, you can go straight to the final competition!"
Guo Weng looked at Qin Xuan. After the battle at Natu Tower, it was not surprising that the rest of the people were defeated by Qin Xuan.
Tuta was a genius from ancient times, and he was extremely jealous. Looking at the entire Great Wilderness State, there were only a few people who could compare with him.
Even so, Qin Xuan's name is now famous in this competition.
In the battle for the Hunyuan Order, Daluo turned four times, winning consecutive battles, with nine wins and zero defeats. It is simply unimaginable.
If Qin Xuan were at the eighth level of Daluo, or even the ninth level of Tianjealousy, many geniuses would not be shocked by it.
But Qin Xuan is the fourth rank of Da Luo!
A talented person with the fourth rank of Daluo, but he defeated Daluo from Dahuang Prefecture, and he was as invincible as a Taoist.
This is too terrifying and too evil!
Participating in the battle for the Hunyuan Order, everyone is an existence that has stood out from the countless billions of creatures in the Great Wilderness State for hundreds of thousands of years. Now, no one can challenge this fourth-level Golden Immortal.
Among them, including the holy descendants, there are also ancient geniuses.
Qin Xuan nodded slightly and said: "Yes!"
Then, he will choose his opponent again, win all ten battles, and enter the final competition.
"Wait!" Guo Weng suddenly spoke, causing Qin Xuan to stop.