Nine hundred and eighty-eighth chapters camera obscura is everywhere
Powerful domains flocked to Mo Wuji's whirlpool domain. Unfortunately, Mo Wuji's whirlpool domain was too powerful. Even if he was fighting against Mo Wuji, a ninth-level cultivator of the Gods, his domain encountered Mo Wuji.
After Mo Wuji's whirlpool domain, it was still like a stream rushing to a steel city wall. Even Mo Wuji's whirlpool domain was unable to shake it at all.
At this time, Mo Wuji could knock this ninth-level cultivator off the fighting platform with just a slap.
Mo Wuji sighed. If he could easily kill a ninth-level Yushen in this crushing way, then he would probably be in everyone's sight again.
Thinking of this, Mo Wuji had no choice but to release his whirlpool domain.
This monk at the ninth level of cultivating the gods didn't take Mo Wuji seriously at first, but when he found that his domain hit Mo Wuji's domain, like an egg hitting a stone, he was shocked.
.At this time, if the opponent's domain is overwhelming again and there is another attack, then his life will be in danger.
Even though he knew it was too late, this monk at the ninth level of cultivating the gods still quickly grabbed his magic weapon, a three-edged spear.
Just when the ninth-level cultivator wanted to fight for his life, he suddenly found that his originally vulnerable field had broken through the opponent's whirlpool field, and his whole body was relaxed.
The cultivating monk was overjoyed, and a dense combination of three blades surrounded Mo Wuji. This was his most powerful magical power, the Space Blade Forest.
Mo Wuji seemed embarrassed to avoid his blade, and then punched out.
All the monks watching in the audience could clearly see that Mo Wuji's punch was like the sun tearing apart space, directly shattering the realm of the ninth-level cultivator and hitting him.
The ninth-level monk cultivating the gods was blasted away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air and falling under the ring.
Mo Wuji used the Divine Power Splitting Field Fist, because his spiritual root was now shown to be a fire spiritual root, and his cultivation level was not shown to be in the late stage of Yu Shen, so he had to use his most proud magical power to defeat this Yu Shen Jiu.
The first layer of monks rushed towards the ring.
For a fire monk, the most proud magical power is of course the fire magic power.
After Mo Wuji blasted the opponent towards the fighting stage, he still felt a little aggrieved. This kind of fighting was really uncomfortable. Not only did he have to suppress his own domain, but even a punch to split the domain had to look powerful, but in fact he was beaten.
He hid most of his power.
After this punch, he didn't even need to take a breath, and he had to take out a pill and put it into his mouth.
Mo Wuji concealed more than half of the power of his Domain Splitting Fist, which still shocked everyone in the fighting arena.
"What a powerful fire-type magical power. This person's cultivation level is not high, but his strength is very strong. That punch of fire-type magical power brought the fire-type spiritual roots into full play." Some people couldn't help but shout in shock.
"If I had this kind of magical power, I would dare to go to the fighting stage even on the fifth level of the God of Education."
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No matter how others commented on the power of Mo Wuji's punch, a short man had already landed on the fighting stage and stood opposite Mo Wuji.
This was a cultivator at the eighth level of cultivating the gods. As soon as he came up, he slashed at Mo Wuji with his sword.
Mo Wuji naturally continued to dodge. The sword of the cultivating monk was like splashing water, covering the entire fighting stage. Under the fighting stage, only the light of the swords on the stage could be seen. And Mo Wuji was left and right in the light of the swords.
swing.
After dodging for half a stick of incense, the people in the fighting stage saw Mo Wuji seize the opportunity and punch out again. It was still the same flaming fist, and it was still the same posture.
The dwarf cultivator was blasted away by Mo Wuji. He spit out a mouthful of blood in the air and fell under the fighting platform. Then Mo Wuji swallowed a pill.
It seems that Mo Wuji's attack ability is single and relies entirely on pills. After the short cultivator was blown away by Mo Wuji, several cultivators flew onto the fighting stage at the same time, with the last female cultivator taking the lead.
In the ensuing fight, Mo Wuji still dodged and the female cultivator attacked. Then Mo Wuji found an opportunity, punched out with a flaming punch, and swallowed another pill.
The same fist, the same flame, the same blast.
Two hours later, in the arena where Mo Wuji was, everyone fully understood what Mo Wuji was. A sixth-level cultivator with a fire-based spiritual root. His spiritual root qualifications were pretty good, at least he had a fire-based aura.
Everyone can feel it.
This monk's fighting technique only has three moves. The first move is to dodge the challenger's attack with flexible spatial movement, then he sees the opportunity and blasts out with the magical power of the flame fist, and finally swallows a pill to recover.
The key is the magical power of the Flame Fist, which none of the monks on stage were able to avoid.
However, there is still a steady stream of monks rushing towards Mo Wuji's fighting platform. At least so far, no one has been killed in the fighting platform where Mo Wuji is.
This is rare. No one was killed in a fighting arena for more than ten consecutive fights. This is simply a miracle. However, everyone thinks it is normal because Mo Wuji's methods are too simple and his cultivation is too poor.
A cultivator at the sixth level of cultivating the gods relied entirely on his body skills to evade all attacks, and finally found an opportunity to unleash that magical punch. It was obviously impossible to have much lethality.
Before the day had passed, Mo Wuji had won twenty-eight games in a row. On the formation screen, the score for the last place was twenty-nine points. Mo Wuji estimated that he only needed to win one or two more games.
His name will appear on the formation display.
"This man is probably dying. The flame fist magical power behind him is getting weaker and weaker. And every time he finds an opportunity to punch, it becomes more and more difficult."
"The main reason is that this person has taken too many rejuvenating elixirs. No matter how good the elixir is, it still contains erysipelas. If it is not refined and opened in time, it will block the spiritual collaterals and affect the energy and spiritual thoughts. It will also have a great impact on future cultivation.
Influence."
"What should I do if I don't take the elixir? Do you think a monk on the sixth level of cultivating the soul who only knows one magic power can find other ways to win continuously?"
"I feel that elixirs should not be used in this fight. This is tantamount to cheating."
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There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but it did not affect Mo Wuji at all. Mo Wuji had won the twenty-ninth game at this moment. Even though his name has not been announced yet, Mo Wuji also knew that if he wins the next game, his name will definitely be
will appear on the display.
If possible, Mo Wuji really doesn't want to eat these elixirs that are purely made from the best green dew rice. In his opinion, the best green dew rice needs to be cooked and eaten, so it is a waste to eat it. However, if he doesn't eat it,
How could a sixth-level cultivator like him be able to win consecutively?
"This man is probably at the end of his tether, I'm going to kill him." A man with a sinister face snorted coldly and stepped onto the fighting stage.
As soon as he entered the powerful realm, he immediately locked onto Mo Wuji. The power of Yushen Perfection, which had almost reached the level of a half-step god, was clearly revealed at this moment.
Mo Wuji immediately seemed sluggish in his field, and it seemed to become difficult to move.
"Boy, if you dare to destroy our casual cultivator alliance, you will die..." The muscular man shouted sharply, and sawed the saw-shaped magic weapon like a door panel slowly with a trembling sound.
Mo Wuji, who was locked in the realm.
Mo Wuji wanted to 'struggle' to get out of the way, but the powerful man's domain seemed to be too powerful, directly trapping all of Mo Wuji's movements.
Mo Wuji asked with a look of panic on his face, "I'm fighting here according to the rules. How could I ruin the alliance of casual cultivators? And I'm also a casual cultivator."
The hengluo man lowered his voice and said, "Boy, I want you to be a sensible person. Our casual cultivator alliance has already decided the quota for this fighting stage. You, a mere casual cultivator, dare to covet such a quota. Go to hell."
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The opponent was a casual cultivator, so why should he call him a rogue cultivator? In an instant, Mo Wuji understood that many of the fighting techniques on these fighting stages were probably fake. The rogue cultivator alliance arranged for some seed players to gain points here.
Once the monk who actually sends points by default goes up, he will be defeated within a few hits. If an uninformed person like him goes up, he will be killed quickly.
No wonder among the eighty places, the highest score was over 100, while the worst was only 29 points. No matter how powerful the cultivating cultivator was, it would be difficult for one person to win a hundred games in a row, right? Mo Wuji
But I don’t believe that all cultivating monks are like him. They don’t cultivate spiritual channels or channels, but they still have 108 channels, and even three Yuan Yuan channels and a Great Purple Lake in the Sea of Consciousness.
It seems that these places were obtained by the Rogue Cultivators Alliance, and those who finally took the Nirvana Academy assessment were still the disciples of the big sects or big families who replaced the Rogue Cultivators Alliance.
Rogue cultivators are still rogue cultivators, just like this guy with a sinister face said, they are ants.
This is blatant black-box trading.
Mo Wuji sighed inwardly, there was no real fairness and justice in the alchemy, talismans, honor towers, or in this fighting field.
He had previously thought that as a casual cultivator, it is not easy for everyone to practice to this day, so the idea of trying not to kill too many people is ridiculous.
If that's the case, let's kill him. If you want Mo Wuji's life, then take his life in exchange. He didn't want others to pay attention to him before, but now he can't care so much anymore. Being afraid of wolves in front and tigers in the back is not the case after all.
His nature.
The long saw had already landed on the top of Mo Wuji's head. Mo Wuji, who was originally locked, didn't know what secret technique was activated, but his body suddenly shifted slightly, and then he punched out again.
"Bang!" The rough-faced man who attacked Mo Wuji was directly knocked away by Mo Wuji's punch.
Everyone was marveling at Mo Wuji, thinking it was incredible that Mo Wuji could avoid the saw. But no one was worried about the man with a sinister face, because everyone knew that Mo Wuji's punch lacked murderous aura and killing intent.
Even if he was hit, he would only spit out a mouthful of blood and suffer minor injuries.
However, the next moment, everyone was stunned. As soon as the man with a sinister face was blasted out of the thunder platform, his whole body exploded into a bloody mist. As soon as his soul overflowed, he was swept away by a ball of flames.