"His Royal Highness Dao Lin has killed seven lost people!"
"His Royal Highness Daohan also killed three people."
"Daokui and His Highness Daohua also killed two people respectively." In the upper realm of Daochen Sect, the land of nothingness and canonization, in front of thousands of monks, on the largest lotus platform, five golden names are floating at the moment.
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These five names are arranged, and there are different numbers of light pillars on each name. Among them, the number of light pillars on Dao Lin's name is seven, and the rest are three or two.
Daokong's name, at the end, has only a beam of light on it.
Most of the eyes of the monks here were focused on Daokong's name, but for a long time, only a pillar of light appeared at the beginning, and it never appeared again.
A moment later, when the tenth pillar of light appeared in Dao Lin's place, his name immediately flashed with golden light, and then spread and turned into a huge vortex. During this whirlpool, the inside of it was faintly revealed.
It was an illusion and distortion. When the distortion disappeared, what was revealed to the eyes of millions of people around was a picture that some people were familiar with.
It was a battle, a battle involving hundreds of thousands of people that took place seven hundred years ago between the Immortal Clan Alliance and the Daochen Sect.
The scenes in this vortex immediately attracted the attention of the monks here. In about a quarter of an hour, everyone's names except Su Ming turned into whirlpools, and scenes of battles appeared one after another.
These four Highnesses seemed so insignificant in their respective battles, but this trial required them to use their own strength and methods to change the outcome.
Those who fail must be allowed to win. Even if they cannot win, the damage must be reduced. Even if the damage cannot be reduced, the Fairy Alliance must pay more.
As for the kind of victory, you need to expand the results and make it more perfect.
It was at this time that a second beam of light appeared on Daokong's name. His slowness gradually aroused various speculations among the monks around him, but no one knew the truth.
On the outskirts of Daohai, Su Ming slowly pulled out the Waste of Life Gun from a corpse. This was a big man with a stout body. He opened his dark red eyes and stared at Su Ming even in death.
It can be judged from the remaining aura that before being killed by Su Ming, this big man had... a cultivation level that was close to that of a palm.
Su Ming put away the wasted gun, with a calm expression, turned around and stepped into the mist, continuing to swim towards the distance. There were roars coming from all around him, and figures kept looming, but Su Ming just glanced at it.
After that, they turned a blind eye. The cultivation of these lost people was not enough to meet Su Ming's needs.
"You can only kill ten lost people. After that, you will be randomly teleported into a battle. But battles are also divided into big and small, strong and weak. How to judge may be related to the cultivation level of the ten people killed." Su Ming's eyes widened.
Flash, except for the first one who was killed in the late stage of the realm, he was ready to kill all the others, Mighty Lost.
After all, according to Su Ming's judgment, the battle he was going to was definitely unusual. First of all, in terms of scale, it was a battle involving millions of monks. This was not the point. The point was that in this battle, the Immortal Alliance was dispatched.
He captured a man in black robes, and his spell was as powerful as catching the moon in a well. It could determine the direction of a battle, so the Daochen Sect also dispatched Taishan Patriarch.
But Su Ming always felt that in addition to Taishan Patriarch, there must be other Daochen Sect strongmen in that battle.
Su Ming was quite curious about this. As he was wandering around, about a stick of incense later, his eyes narrowed. In the mist in front of him, he saw a figure, which was emitting fluctuations in cultivation. It was the palm of his hand.
territory.
Without hesitation, Su Ming swayed and walked straight towards the figure.
Time passed slowly like this, until a few hours later, in the eyes of thousands of monks from the outside world, they saw that seven pillars of light had appeared on Daokong's name. This pillar of light increased very slowly, but no one knew why.
, when I saw the seven pillars of light, I felt a sense of depression. It seemed that...except for the first one, all of these seven pillars of light were very different from the other four His Highnesses' pillars of light.
But what exactly is different cannot be seen with the naked eye.
They couldn't see it, but Beibang, the black-faced old man behind him, and the other two clan elders knew this very well.
"His great power in killing the lost..." The black-faced old man looked gloomy, with malice in his eyes.
"You are such a smart person, you can see the difference between entering different battles so quickly, and find a way to easily control the scale of the battle." Beibang stared at the seven beams of light on Daokong's name, and said silently in his heart.
When another two hours passed, Dao Lin and the other three highnesses all achieved certain results in their respective battles, especially Dao Lin. Although he seemed to be just an ordinary monk, he had already relied on killing
, became the small leader of Daochen's side in the battle. There were already hundreds of monks following him, and they could easily interfere with the battle situation.
At this time, the tenth light pillar finally appeared on Daokong's name. The moment this light pillar appeared, the golden light of Daokong's name immediately spread outwards. When it spread, the golden light that emitted was immediately dazzling.
This dazzling state was something that Dao Lin and others did not have before. In just a moment, tens of thousands of monks around him immediately let out exclamations of surprise.
Because, not only did the golden light surpass the four of Dao Lin, but even the vortex it transformed into was several times the size of the other Highnesses. It was extremely conspicuous in this void for a while, and was nearly a thousand feet in size.
As the roaring sound revolved, the vortex began to rotate. As it rotated, some monks around him immediately raised doubts.
"Why is His Highness Daokong's whirlpool so much larger than the other His Highnesses? Why is there such a big deviation when he kills ten lost people in the same way!"
"That's right, someone must have secretly helped in this matter. Otherwise, how could there be such a big difference?"
When the voices of discussion echoed around, Beibang's voice, with majesty and age, slowly spread, and in an instant, he suppressed all the discussions with one sentence.
"The number of kills is the same, but except for the first person, the other nine people killed by Daokong are all... the powerful lost ones in the palm realm!"
While all the monks around him fell silent, in Daohai, Su Ming raised his right hand that was pressing on a corpse. The moment he raised his right hand, the corpse immediately withered and turned into ashes.
"The special structure seems to have been modified by someone..." Su Ming's eyes flashed. He was using the power of the Destruction Seed to analyze why the lost person was crazy. While he was thinking, a huge vortex suddenly appeared around him.
, as the whirlpool roared and turned, a ripple like a water curtain suddenly appeared under Su Ming's feet, as if he was standing on the water. Looking down, Su Ming saw a scene on the water at a glance.
That picture was of a battle. It was a large-scale battle with nearly five million people participating. After scanning his eyes for a moment, Su Ming frowned. This was not the battlefield he wanted to go to.
After pondering for a moment, Su Ming stepped back and exited the vortex. The moment he left the vortex, the vortex disappeared and everything returned to normal. Su Ming's eyes flashed. After thinking for a long time, he turned around and disappeared into the mist.
Inside.
In the outside world, the vortex that Daokong's name turned into disappeared, revealing his name, but all the light pillars on the name disappeared, as if everything was starting over again.
In the uproar, Su Ming began to swim at full speed in Daohai. Time passed little by little. A few hours later, when Su Ming killed ten people again, a vortex suddenly appeared under his feet again. This time the vortex rotated.
The sound became louder, and a moment later, when ripples appeared on the water surface, Su Ming's eyes suddenly shrank.
This was a battle involving millions of monks. On the side of the Immortal Clan Alliance, Su Ming saw an extremely huge figure at a glance. It was not 10,000 feet tall, but nearly 100,000 feet tall.
This figure stood in the starry sky, with the monks at his feet like ants. The giant crossed his arms and looked at the millions of monks at his feet indifferently, with a sneer and aloof majesty at the corner of his mouth.
Between his eyebrows, there were seven stars surrounding him in a circle, emitting bursts of strange light.
Beside the giant, among the monks of the Immortal Alliance, there was a man who looked inconspicuous, but was wearing a black robe and covering his face. This man stood there silently, although he could not see the others.
However, when Su Ming saw this person, what he thought of was the black-robed man who appeared outside their tribe when they were in Wushan.
The feeling is exactly the same, but obviously this person is much more powerful than the man in black robe back then, just like the bright moon and the firefly.
"This is the battle... it's not right!" Su Ming's eyes suddenly shrank. He felt that something was wrong. In his memory, the man in black robe and the giant with the star between his eyebrows did not appear in the same battle.
But now, they have appeared together. There is only one explanation for this. This battle... is not the battle that everyone is familiar with. There should be no Taishan ancestors in it!
Su Ming quickly scanned the crowd in the picture, and sure enough, he did not see the Taishan ancestor.
Su Ming's eyes contracted. After a moment of hesitation, Su Ming was about to step into the water. Suddenly, his body suddenly stopped and even trembled. His eyes showed an unprecedented light of excitement.
His eyes were staring straight into the water. In the camp of the Immortal Alliance, there was a big man shouting to the sky, with an expression of nonchalance, and there were many monks following him!
This big man looks simple and honest, but now he looks as ferocious as his eyes are glaring like bells. He keeps shouting loudly while roaring. He often rushes into the crowd quickly and comes back quickly, with an aura that seems irresistible to all.
It still has a prototype in it.
"Hu Zi!!" Su Ming's eyes showed excitement——
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