Chapter 1215 The quasi-sage is not as good as a dog, the saints walk all over the place
"I don't know where this Shenhui monk comes from. He is blessed with Buddha's light and is holy and flawless. He doesn't look like a local monk from a fallen world community, but looks like an outsider like me."
While Wang Xu rushed to the registration point, he was thinking about Monk Shenhui from before.
The fallen world community is a large world community composed of twenty-eight original worlds in the final chapter, and its cultivation levels are divided into three types.
One is the local monks, the other is the slave monks who were brought here as captives after the invasion, and the third is the wanderers from outside.
These wanderers, either because of the cracks in time and space, or because of other fates, came to the fallen world community inexplicably, and once they arrived, they could not go back.
Over time, most people will die in a short time because they cannot adapt to the rules of survival here.
A few people will adapt and become local monks. Over time, no one will know where you come from.
Monk Shenhui is obviously an outsider. He should not have been in the fallen world community for a long time, and his peaceful and holy atmosphere is incompatible with other people.
It stands to reason that such people are fat sheep in the fallen world, and everyone wants to take a bite of them. Monk Shenhui is still alive and has not been tricked to death. No matter what his character is, his strength is definitely not bad.
"Eighth-level monk, the registration fee is one yuan to the origin of the world, please pay it."
At the registration point, Wang Xu paid the registration fee and received a black iron token.
The token is just an ordinary material, and the material is not valuable. What is valuable is the qi machine left by the Holy King of Luohe. This kind of qi machine left by the Heavenly Dao realm is difficult for others to fake.
"On the eighth day of next month, come to Babel Tower to participate in the preliminary contest. There are five preliminary contests in total. If you win three games, you will be promoted. Go to Fallen Heaven to participate in the finals. Do you understand?"
Wang Xu nodded calmly, took the token and stepped aside.
He did not leave in a hurry, but was at the registration point, observing the other monks who had signed up.
There are probably tens of thousands of eighth-level monks in the entire fallen world community, scattered into each separate original world, with an average of 1,800 people in each world.
These people have different levels of cultivation. Some are good at fighting, and naturally some are not. Not everyone will come to participate.
At the registration point of Luohe World, there were only more than 300 eighth-level players participating. Most of them were in the mid-to-late eighth level, a few were at the eighth level, and none were new to the eighth level.
Wang Xu glanced around, making him jealous at first sight, and there was no one he regarded as a formidable enemy.
Most of the dozen or so eighth-level Perfectionists are at the ordinary level, equivalent to the Speaker-level monks in the world of cultivation, or existences at the level of Demon King Bai Ze, Zhen Yuanzi, Yihe, and Ancestor Hongyun in the prehistoric world. They are not quasi-sages.
The ultimate master.
"This is the world of the final chapter, the era of silence after the prosperity has faded. Shouldn't the monks here be so weak?"
Wang Xu looked suspicious in his heart. The Luohe world had once been glorious. It was not a newborn world, so it should not lack top combat power.
But at the scene, he didn't see a supreme quasi-sage, the most powerful one, and he didn't feel that he was a threat. He definitely didn't belong to people like Kunpeng, Styx, Fuxi, Great Sun Tathagata, and Master Xuandu.
opponent.
Wang Xu is well-informed, and just by looking at the mental outlook of these people, he knows that they will not be the top eighth-level cultivators in the Luohe world.
"Friend, are there some people who didn't come to sign up? Won't these people be the top forces in our Luohe world?" Wang Xu found a monk responsible for maintaining order and inserted two Zhongqian.
The origin of the world.
"New here, right?"
The monk who maintained order calmly put away the two origins and said: "Only people with no background will sign up. All the great saints and saint kings have quotas to directly participate in the finals, and their disciples and disciples
There is no need to participate in the primary election."
When the monk said this, Wang Xu understood what was going on.
The world of Luohe is not an ordinary world, it is very special and will always wage wars against the outside world.
In a world where saints are everywhere and the eighth level is not as good as a dog. Even if you are a peerless figure in the eighth level, you still have to find a backer for yourself. Otherwise, in the world invasion war, without the care of the saints and the saint king, you will not be able to do anything.
Fortunately, he was casually pinched to death by the saint across from him.
The prehistoric world is different. There are not so many wars in the prehistoric world, and the internal resources are enough for monks to allocate.
Therefore, as long as you don't seek death, the eighth-level monks are enough to become kings and ancestors in a big world, and the three religions will give you some respect.
It doesn't work here. If it's a dragon, you have to coil up. If it's a tiger, you have to lie down.
If you dance too happily, saints will immediately suppress you. If you are not afraid of saints, you should be afraid of the saint king and the fallen holy lord.
"It seems that all the real masters have become the lackeys of the saint. It is indeed a jungle world where power is paramount. Without absolute power, you cannot even control your own destiny."
Wang Xu also felt a little sad when he heard that the top quasi-sage could only serve as a hawk or a dog.
But he soon figured out that in such a special world, what could a saint do, let alone a quasi-sage?
Above the Golden Immortal Group and Quasi-Saint Group, there is still a Saint Group.
Those aloof saints are still the entertainment tools of the fallen Holy Lord and other Holy Kings here. They have to fight life and death in the ring for a Chaos treasure, so how can they be nobler than them.
"Power is supreme. When you master power, you are the maker of the rules. If you don't want to be a chess piece, you have to work hard to improve your cultivation. Otherwise, you just have to live in peace. Well, I like this kind of world."
Wang Xu likes the rules here. The hierarchical world gives people more motivation to make progress.
"The Fallen Holy Lord, the ruler of the Fallen World Community, exists in the Half-Step Dao Realm. His strength must be terrifying to conquer the twenty-eight Final Chapter original worlds and establish the Final Chapter World Community.
In the prehistoric times, Hongjun, who used his body to match the Tao, is probably no match for him, right?"
Among the people Wang Xu knew, the most powerful person should be Hongjun from the prehistoric world.
Pangu cannot be counted. Although he is said to have the strength of the Great Dao Realm, he fell because he forcibly opened up the ancient world. Wang Xu has not even seen his shadow, so there is no comparison.
Otherwise, Hongjun is in the Zixiao Palace in the prehistoric world, using his body to match the Tao. Since Hongjun is the Dao of Heaven, and since the Dao of Heaven is Hongjun, he should have the perfect strength of the Heavenly Dao realm.
But compared to the Fallen Holy Lord, Hongjun felt that he was invisibly weaker.
The Fallen Holy Lord was able to suppress twenty-eight Heavenly Dao Realm monks, and the power he displayed already had some shadow of that of the Dao Dao Realm.
His power is not only in the Fallen Heaven, but also in the Heluo World. Hosts like the Holy King of Heluo are no match for the Fallen Holy Lord who comes across the border. This is the truly terrifying thing about the Fallen Holy Lord.
"Young people should keep their feet on the ground and not think too much. Some things cannot be rushed."
Wang Xu had a lot of thoughts, and finally they came to one place, thinking to himself: "Set a small goal first, get a treasure of chaos, and have the ability to defy the heavens and conquer the saints!"