Yang Guang and Cai Kunxu were confused, but they didn't say anything more. Li Xiaobai's magic was far beyond their imagination.
They originally thought that the other party was just a thousand-year-old monster who had been hiding for many years, but the more they got to know him, the more frightened they became. Nothing Li Xiaobai brought out was something they could understand.
Moreover, with these cool moves from the other side, the Roshan on the battlefield was really like child's play and was easily dealt with.
They had already decided in their hearts that all future matters would be left to Li Xiaobai. They only needed to act according to the other party's instructions and wait quietly to be taken away.
at the same time.
The third battlefield is inside the city lord's palace.
After singing and dancing, Xiong held a banquet and entertained Holy Son Huogan. Just now, he and the other party reached a consensus.
"Don't worry, Lord Xiong, as long as this Holy Son successfully wins the trial, he will definitely become one of the most noble monks in Huolin Cave. By then, this Holy Son will satisfy all of your requests."
Huo Gan said with a smile.
"Yes, I am willing to be a witness. My holy son has said what he said, and it is difficult to catch up. What the city lord wants is easy for my holy son."
Ji Lao raised his wine glass and said with a smile.
"Haha, then there is Holy Son Lao Huogan. Don't worry, Holy Son, I will do my best to help you in the third battlefield of this Huolin competition!"
"When the city lord gets what he wants in the future, his cultivation strength will surely reach a higher level. Then, wouldn't it be wonderful for you and me to join forces?"
Xiong Da also laughed loudly, tilted his neck and drank all the wine in the glass.
"It's a trivial matter. I, the Holy Son, would like to thank City Master Xiong in advance."
Huo Gan Shengzi smiled and looked at Mr. Ji without any trace of his eyes, both of them saw the joking expression between them.
I didn't expect that this city lord was so stupid, that the other party would believe whatever he said.
Huolindong will never join forces with others, let alone allow others to stand on his dining table and share food with him. This Xiongda request is simply a fantasy.
A treasure that can help break through and advance in the Mahayana stage?
If we have something like this, why don’t we keep it for ourselves?
What to do for you?
Huo Gan had already made up his mind to kick Xiong Da away when this trial was over, but before that, he still needed to rely on the power of the city lord.
The three of them drank wine and chatted with each other, chatting happily, as if they had met their close friends after drinking.
Xiong Da really didn't expect that one day he would be able to make a comeback. As long as he helped Huogan Holy Son win the championship and get the resources he wanted, he would be able to advance to the next level.
By then, Cai Kun, Xu and his ilk will no longer be able to suppress him with their cultivation.
Just as several people were having their third round of drinking, an urgent shout suddenly came from outside the hall.
"Report, something bad has happened. The mysterious flames covering the third battlefield suddenly disappeared without a trace. In just one night, thousands of mountains of flesh poured out from the depths of the border, and now they have completely occupied the battlefield!"
"Huh? What's going on? Come in quickly and talk!"
Xiong Da was shocked. He knew the origin of the black flame clearly. It was basically a scene directed and acted by Li Xiaobai. Originally, because the flame could block the meat mountain and buy the monks a lot of breathing time, he also I feel very happy.
Unexpectedly, just a few days after feeling relaxed, Huo Huo ran out of wine.
The spies outside the door rolled in and rushed in: "Reporting to your lord, the black flames that originally blocked the battlefield disappeared without a trace overnight. Now the meat mountains have poured into the battlefield in large numbers, including many who have transcended the tribulation.
The monks simply cannot resist this powerful mountain of meat."
"How should we respond? Please make a decision early!"
"Bang!"
The wine glass in Xiong Da's hand fell to the ground, and a turmoil arose in his heart.
Overnight, thousands of meat mountains appeared on the battlefield. Outsiders did not know the seriousness of the matter, but he knew it clearly.
This is an area close to the depths of the border, and the meat mountains that run out are not just some small characters like cats and dogs. Any one of them can put the monks into a tough battle.
At this moment, thousands of Roshans are pouring into the battlefield, including those in the Mahayana stage. This lineup is ten times stronger than before the black flames burned!
The monks under his command alone may not be able to stop him. If Roshan is allowed to break through the defense line and enter the city, it will be a horrific disaster.
No matter what, the defense line on the battlefield must not be retreated, it must be withstood.
"Don't panic, tell us to go down, everything will be as usual. The soldiers will take turns to go into battle, fight a war of attrition with Roshan, and hold Roshan back. The Lord of the City will personally go into battle to destroy Roshan!"
Xiong Da quickly ordered that this situation could only be alleviated by going there in person.
"Holy Son Huo Gan, I'm afraid we need to rely on the power of Huolin Cave for this matter. You see..."
Xiong Da said with a questioning look on his face.
"It doesn't matter, I will accompany the city lord on a trip to deal with the mountain of meat on this battlefield. This can be regarded as a surrender letter given by my holy son."
Ji Lao waved his hand and said casually. He had absolute confidence in his own strength. With his cultivation in the Mahayana stage and possessing the power of Qilin bloodline, he was just a mountain of flesh and could be destroyed easily.
"Thank you both very much!"
…
After half an hour.
At the edge of the third battlefield, three figures stood, sizing up the battle ahead.
Xiong Da's face looked very ugly, and what he saw in front of him was almost scarlet. Before he entered the battlefield, the smell of blood that was so strong that it couldn't be resolved was already coming from the pavement.
There were many broken limbs and broken arms lying there quietly on the ground, dilapidated and terrifying.
This was all caused by the monks being affected by the Roshan Mountain, becoming delirious and killing each other.
"Hahaha, all the treasures are mine, and they can only belong to me!"
"Don't take my throne. There can only be one king in this world, and that's me. You all must die for me!"
"Master, don't blame me. Who makes you partial and always teach advanced skills to your senior brother?"
"Little sister, have you seen it? My brother has avenged you!"
A series of shrill howls came from the blood mist, some were excited and some were sad. The blood mist in this battlefield was too thick. It was not at the same level as before. The monks just stayed in it.
Within a few breaths, I lost consciousness and started to go crazy.
Holy Son Huogan couldn't help but widen his eyes. This was the first time he had seen such a scene. The battlefield on the border was actually so crazy.
"City Lord Xiong, there are some extraordinary things in this battlefield."
Mr. Ji on the side also frowned, and the scene in front of him exceeded his expectations.
"There are more than one Mahayana-level Roshan here. Before we deal with them, our monks will die if they go in. Mr. Ji, you and I will clear this battlefield first!"