The three disciples of the Raising Bowl Arhat stood up, and the thick Buddha light rose up from their bodies, causing the entire Immortal Burial Valley to shake.
Disciple Lei Shi, three monks in yellow robes and red robes walked into a golden arena and stood quietly in a corner.
Not saying a word, not moving a muscle.
There were two other people who had just arrived. One of them looked like an old farmer. He had a bamboo hat on his head and a hoe in his hand. After bowing, he walked directly into the fourth arena.
The last person was born in a very vicious manner and was naked.
From the top of the head to the waist, there are tattoos of ferocious monsters. If you look closely, you can see that they are nine dragon beasts with different shapes.
This nine-headed dragon beast seemed to be alive, twisting and climbing on him, and even neighed and roared.
"Arhat Raising a Bowl, I will fight for you in exchange for a top-quality Buddhist treasure, which can dispel evil spirits and calm inner demons... Does this count?"
The fierce and strong man did not move immediately, but asked in the air.
"Don't lie, poor monk. Donor Lu can come to Faxiang Sect to choose a magic weapon when the time comes."
The arhat holding the alms bowl is neither angry nor angry, and puts his hands together.
"Lu Rugao who trumpets and holds the sun and moon in his hands?"
Jiulian Zhenjun's eyelids twitched, obviously he had heard of this person's name.
"That's right, this person has committed too many crimes... Although the more evil energy he practices, the more powerful he is, but when he reaches the Nascent Soul level, the evil energy exceeds the limit of his control, and there is a risk of going crazy at any time. That's why I asked
The poor monk needs to change to a Buddhist treasure to eliminate evil spirits and reduce the risks in practice."
The alms-raising arhat spoke truthfully.
Holding the sun and the moon in his hands, Lu Rugao is known as the No. 1 casual cultivator in the Northern Yuan Dynasty. He has never joined any sect and cultivated to the perfect state of elixir formation on his own.
He is also a body-refining monk, and the exercises he practices are suspected to be ancient secrets. He can gain evil energy by constantly killing his opponents.
It can not only quickly improve your cultivation level, but also make your physical body stronger.
There were dozens of pill-forming monks and third-level monsters who died at the hands of Lu Rugao, which created such a soaring evil aura.
However, he was very careful in selecting his targets and never targeted the direct disciples of the three Yuan Ying sects.
So even though he had countless enemies, he still managed to survive to this day.
'Perhaps Fang Tiansheng will be better against him. He can borrow the power of his natal spiritual beast and he won't suffer too much physically...'
Jiulian Zhenjun thought of this event and was about to send a message to arrange the order of the battle.
Something suddenly occurred to him, so he gave up any further action and quietly watched the five Dan-Jie masters from Liang Guoyang each choose their opponents.
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Except for the real Blood God, the other people looked a little ugly.
It obviously has nothing to do with him, but he was summoned to the Immortal Burial Valley by an edict to fight with Bei Yuan Gao Xiu.
Especially after receiving a message from True Lord Jiulian, he knew that this was a battle in accordance with the rules of Beiyuan, regardless of life or death.
Except for Peng Zefeng, several of them are called ancestors in their respective sects.
Who would feel happy being forced into a life-and-death fight that was of no benefit at all?
"Everyone, let me take the first step... With True Lord Lianzi here, if you feel defeated, you can just admit defeat. At most, you will lose face."
Peng Zefeng received a message from True Monarch Jiulian and knew that Lu Rugao had an astonishing evil spirit and had rich experience in life-and-death fights, so he might not be his opponent.
After looking around, he took the initiative to pick out the spiritual farmer who arrived later. He looked like the easiest person to deal with.
The real Blood God snorted coldly, transformed into blood light, and fell into the middle of the ring.
Fang Tiansheng and Wan Qi followed closely behind, both choosing an eminent monk from Faxiang Sect, except Lu Rugao.
"Brother Yan, look after the two juniors for me."
Master Ge Cang carried Bai Zichen and Qi Yue and stepped out to Yan Yuanzai's side.
"Don't worry, no accidents will happen with me here."
Yan Yuanzai clapped his hand with the starry sword and laughed loudly, full of strong confidence.
"The Supreme Elder sealed a sword talisman in my Xingyao Sword, and used his power to take over the flying sword at the critical moment. Even the True Lord Yuanying did not dare to take the sword."
"Brother Yan is so courageous. He deserves to be recognized as the master of the Xingyao Sword... In a few years, he will be able to connect his heart with the sword and be his free wielder."
Master Ge Cang saw the only golden arena left in the sky and stepped into it.
The five golden light arenas were full. As the alms-raising bowl Arhat slapped his palm on the golden alms bowl, the Buddha's light flourished and the battle began.
"Uncle Yan, it seems that this is not a third-level flying sword?"
Bai Zichen stared at the Starlight Flying Sword intently. As a swordsman, he still had basic sensitivity to the flying sword.
"That's right, it's the fourth-level Xingyao sword inherited from our sect's secret realm..."
Yan Yuanzai laughed loudly and the sword was half out of its sheath.
The sword body is transparent, with countless tiny stars gathering and dispersing, and seven bright stars are engraved on the hilt.
"It seems that you are also a sword cultivator? It's a pity that I don't have an extra sword key with me. Otherwise, I will give you one. Non-disciples of this sect can use the sword key to enter the secret realm. Except for the innermost layer, where you can't move forward, the rest can only be reached by sword skills.
Speak and see what benefits you can gain."
"Senior Brother Yan, this kind of sword key?"
Bai Zichen's heart moved and he took out a bronze sword-shaped key from his storage bag.
"That's right, it's exactly this thing. Where did you get it from... That's right. We united several sword cultivating sects to explore the secret realm together, and distributed a lot of sword keys. It's possible that some of them were scattered outside."
Yan Yuanzai took the sword key and verified it to be genuine, then threw it back.
"With this object, you can enter the secret realm of the Sword Tomb. If something goes wrong here, you can come to the Sword Sect to find me at any time."
"Thank you, Master Yan."
Bai Zichen did not expect that the sword key given to him by Patriarch Yang back then was related to the Tianhe Sword Sect, but Senior Brother Liang Yu seemed to have mentioned that the sword key was made by a large Nascent Soul sect.
In the Secret Realm of the Sword Tomb, you can even get a fourth-level flying sword like the Xingyao Sword. Even if he does not have the status of a disciple of the Tianhe Sword Sect and the best harvest is not available, it is good to get a third-level flying sword.
'But it's no wonder that Uncle Yan is so confident. With the fourth-level flying sword in his hand, the Ordinary Pill Master is afraid that he won't be able to withstand a few of his swords... Even if he faces True Lord Yuanying, he can rely on the power of the sword talisman of the Supreme Elder of the Tianhe Sword Sect.
, the power erupted from the fourth-level flying sword is enough for everyone to cover up its edge.'
The fourth-level flying sword is equivalent to the best spiritual treasure in terms of level.
He has almost reached the pinnacle of magic weapons in this world.
Those legendary fifth-level treasures are all immortal treasures handed down from ancient times, ancient rare treasures that cannot be refined by current weapon refiners.
"You're in bad luck, if it weren't for that top-quality Buddhist treasure, I definitely wouldn't be here."
Lu Rugao's eyes gradually turned red, his evil spirit rose, and a thick armor formed on his body.
At the same time, the nine ferocious dragon beasts turned into arm guards, heart mirrors, inner armor, or even two dragon-headed steel whips in the hands.
He raised his hand and swung out the whip, and the evil spirit swept across him, turning into a shadow of a hundred-foot whip, locking onto Master Ge Cang with real murderous intent.
A monk whose character is not strong enough will often become mentally disordered and unable to exert half of his strength when attacked by such evil spirits.
"The clown!"
Master Ge Cang snorted coldly, and thousands of thunder and lightning surged around his body.
Entering the late stage of pill formation, his Qiantian Yuanyang Divine Thunder Network has advanced to another level, and is no longer limited to the form of divine thunder.
The evil spirit is like meeting a nemesis, adding fuel to the fire, and being struck by the divine thunder.
Not only failed to hurt Ge Cang, but the divine thunder followed the evil spirit and tried to bite Lu Rugao himself.
"I think you don't have to go looking for Buddha treasures anymore. Let me, the divine thunder, refine you today!"
Lu Rugao decisively exploded the two dragon-headed steel whips in his hands, and all the evil energy converged into his body, making his body rise one level again.
"Do you really think that my strength will decline without the evil spirit? Tell you, I still want to thank you... It has long become a burden to me, limiting my performance. The power that can be controlled by myself is the real power.
strength."
Lu Rugao crossed his arms and slapped his palms together, which contained the purest physical power.
The air seemed to be compressed together rapidly, making an overwhelming crackling sound, and even the golden Buddha light on the stage was shaking crazily.
"Let me tell you why I have the nickname of holding the sun and the moon in my hands..."
"Better than the physical body? Very good!"
Master Ge Cang laughed loudly. Since he cultivated the glazed fire god body on the fourth level, he has never fully exerted his physical power.
boom!
A five-crystal colored palm collided with a pair of giant cattail leaf palms. The terrifying physical collision caused the entire arena to shake like a storm.
The frenzied air flow between his palms directly dispersed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, turning a small area on the arena into an almost magical place.
"Have fun! Come again!"
Master Ge Cang felt that although the force coming from the opponent's palm was extremely powerful, it could not break through the defense of his skin at all.
Feeling the majestic energy and blood in the opponent's body, and the continuous shock force transmitted from a pair of fleshy palms, even a mountain peak will be ground into powder.
It feels very hearty and hearty.
After completing the fourth level of the five-crystal glazed body, one can almost say that one has reached the highest level of this body-refining technique. After all, the last level requires the use of two fifth-level spiritual materials that are extinct in the world of immortality.
At the same time, the difficulty of cultivation has reached an almost impossible level.
Now Ge Cang, with all his strength, his physical strength is even better than that of monsters of the same level.
Only by rare encounters with a powerful body-refining monk can he fight with his purest body and fully exert the power of his powerful body.
'What the hell, how can this person be stronger than me in physical training... Could it be that he is some fourth-level transformed demon in disguise, here to tease me.'
Lu Rugao secretly complained, unable to imagine that a late-stage pill-forming monk could beat him in terms of physical strength.
After a few moves, he was already at an absolute disadvantage.
With a palm fall, the inner armor shattered and turned into a dragon beast tattoo again.
However, he nodded and lay on the ground, no longer looking like the ferocious spiritual beast he had just been.
"kill!"
Lu Rugao spit out a bone dagger from his mouth, which actually had a teleportation effect, and when he reappeared, he had already stabbed Ge Cang in the chest.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
There was a series of crisp cracking sounds, somewhat like the sound of cracking ceramics.
There is a white spot on the five-crystal eternal cast body on the chest of Master Ge Cang, and cracks spread around it like a spider web.
Even the glazed fire god's body couldn't block it completely. He was stabbed about an inch by the bone dagger before he was grabbed and blood spattered away.
"The Jiamu is resurrected and the sacred tree supports the sky!"
Master Ge Cang's feet were rooted, and when he stood on the ring, he seemed to be transformed into a sacred tree that supports the sky, and the injury on his chest recovered instantly.