A fist-sized wooden sculpture is suspended in the center of the mountain top, emitting bright light and continuously extending outward.
Treasure hunters from all sides rushed in, so fast that only afterimages could be seen floating in the lightning.
Suning did not dare to neglect, stood up and said hello to Meng Tianjiao Mochen, and immediately followed the others and flew into the white light.
"Uh-huh."
The line of sight is blocked and the scene is blurred.
Shrouded in a dense, wet fog, Suning had to temporarily let go of his mind and act as eyes and ears, carefully observing the surrounding environment.
The deserted island is endless as far as the eye can see.
Thousands of meters away, there is a huge river that never stops flowing.
The river is wide and the water is clear.
Vaguely, he saw a shabby wooden bridge spanning both ends.
Nanxian King Xiang Zhanyun stood quietly on the bridge, with a tall and straight posture, watching the practitioners from a distance.
After a long time, he said with a rich voice: "This treasure is the middle-grade immortal weapon of my Wuchen Immortal Realm, "Na Kong Mu". It is refined from the heart of a ten thousand-year-old deadwood tree that grows on the bottom of the Xuanyin Sea. The cave space contained in it is no less than arbitrary." A small world.”
"It can accommodate the survival of living creatures and effectively limit the spread of the aftermath of the battle."
"The battle for the Regeneration Pill will take place in this treasure."
"And your battle arena..."
He raised his right hand and pointed forward fiercely: "There are 802 contestants, and the first round is divided into 401 stages."
"The winner advances to the next round, and the loser is eliminated."
"Remember the rules I mentioned, and never try to challenge this king's bottom line."
"I don't care which realm you come from, whether it's the Wen Palace or the Martial Palace, or who supports you behind you."
"In my territory of Wuchen Immortal Realm, especially in this Immortal Artifact, your lives are all decided by me alone."
As soon as he finished speaking, the river boiled and splashed out hundreds of black shadows.
The moment he landed, the arena appeared out of thin air.
Gathered by immortal power, it forms a towering square in the sky, covering an area of hundreds of square meters.
"Let's start drawing lots and choose your own arena based on the numbers you drew."
Xiang Zhanyun put his hands together and shouted sharply.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."
The churning river water calmed down, and blue light spots visible to the naked eye flew out of the river.
They vary in size and rotate rapidly in the air.
"Hahaha, I'll go first."
The thin young man standing in front of Suning had quick eyes and quick hands, and he beckoned for food without saying a word.
"boom."
The blue light spots dispersed at a touch, reflecting the number three hundred and ninety-six.
"Hey, who is my opponent? Hurry up."
The thin young man looked around with eagerness on his face.
"Bang bang bang..."
The sound of explosions continued, and the blue light became thicker and thicker.
"No. 30, fuck, where is Arena No. 30?"
There are people with short-circuited IQs who hold the blue light numbers while walking around and looking at them, cursing.
"Number 285, hey, Brother Yao, are you my opponent?"
Not far away, a short, mature young man shouted ecstatically: "That's good, that's good. God's blessing has made me meet an old acquaintance."
"Brother Yao, you and I have such a close personal relationship, why did we get into such a quarrel that we lost our minds?"
"As long as you click, you must click until you click."
The male cultivator surnamed Yao repeatedly agreed: "That makes sense. This time we are just trying to get the treasure. There is no need to risk our lives."
On the other side, a burly man asked arrogantly: "No. 151, hello, which fairy world are you from?"
"With this outfit, you, are you a disciple of the Phoenix Realm?"
"I, I, I, I am, I have been so unlucky for eight lifetimes that I met a disciple from the Phoenix Realm in the first round."
