Yang Ming, the master swordsman, faced off against the owner of the floating island, and Yang Ming won.
Pei Yong, the ax demon, faced off against Sanjue Sanren, and Pei Yong won.
Yi Kong, who has two wings on his back and is suspected to be a descendant of the Winged God King, faced off against a skinny old man with a skinny face and a face as yellow as wax. The skinny old man won.
Wang Xu, Shen Hui, Yang Ming, Pei Yong, the thin old man.
The five of them are the final contestants, and they are also the five strongest people in the quasi-sacred realm in the fallen world community.
Maybe there are people in some corner of the world who can compete with them, but there are definitely not many such people.
In the prehistoric world, each of them would be comparable to great gods such as Fuxi, Kunpeng, Minghe, and Houtu. Ordinary quasi-sages would take life and death in front of them with just a thought.
Unless they meet a powerful quasi-sage like Donghuang Taiyi, whose own realm touches the saint level and holds the Chaos Treasure, they have basically reached the extreme level of quasi-sage.
In other words, even if the saint comes in person, he can pass more than a dozen moves and perform a brilliant performance for a moment.
"Donor, we meet again."
As soon as the five people met, Monk Shenhui put his hands together and took the initiative to salute Wang Xu.
Wang Xu had a smile on his face. Monk Shenhui was not the strongest among the five, but he had the strongest treasure, a precious Buddha bell with an extraordinary origin.
Others, including Wang Xu, do not have innate treasures in their hands.
After all, the innate treasure is not a piece of cabbage. Even a saint cannot have one, let alone a quasi-sage.
Treasures of this level cannot be found in other places, at least in the fallen world community, the quasi-sage cannot protect them.
An innate treasure is enough to attract saints to covet them and secretly assassinate them. In this way, it has become a routine for saints to possess the treasure. It is not known that any quasi-sage can have the treasure close to him, even the descendants of the saint kings in the heavenly realm.
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If a quasi-sage possesses a treasure, it will invite disaster, just like Hongyun who possesses the Hongmeng purple energy.
Even if you are the heir of the Holy Prince, if you possess the treasure, you will be secretly assassinated. The worst case scenario is that you will take the treasure with you and join the sect of another Saint King. The worst is to rush into Chaos and become the Wanderer Headquarters.
Don't think this is an exaggeration. This is not the prehistoric world. Since Hongjun became a saint, the prehistoric world has generally been relatively harmonious. Even Zhunti Taoists, who are known for their shamelessness, have to find excuses for themselves before reaping benefits. It's too hurtful.
He can't do anything to save face.
The fallen world is different, there are no rules here.
A group of robbers go to a neighbor's house to grab water after a fire breaks out. How high can you expect them to have a bottom line?
Therefore, whether it is Wang Xu or others, Monk Shenhui, who possesses the most precious treasure, has the highest threat index.
We are all max-level players, so what we are fighting for is, of course, equipment.
The Bell of Ten Thousand Buddhas looks very good, and Wang Xu thinks it suits him very well. Don’t others think so?
After scanning for a week, the eyes of other people looking at Monk Shenhui were bright. Without asking, they knew that they wished Shenhui would die immediately so that they could divide up his magic weapon.
"Infinite Life Buddha!"
Shenhui also saw that something was wrong with everyone's gazes. After thinking for a while, he figured out what the problem was.
Even if he sees the problem, he has no good solution. He can't hand over the magic weapon.
For a moment, the atmosphere was very delicate.
And just when Wang Xu thought that there would be a good show to watch next, a chamberlain came out of the palace.
"The Holy Lord has an order, announcing that Wang Xu, Shen Hui, Yang Ming, and Pei Yong are waiting for Hansheng to enter the palace!" The chamberlain was dressed in black robes and wore a crown, and his voice sounded a bit high-pitched.
Wang Xu and the other five looked at each other, put their thoughts away, and responded: "Yes, your Majesty!"
Following the envoy, Wang Xu and the five others entered the palace.
In sight, a middle-aged man dressed in red sat high on the lotus stone platform.
Downward, there is a small stone platform not far away, with a girl in white sitting on it.
Further down, there are twenty-eight holy kings, male or female, old or young, who are either smiling, looking stern, wearing armor, or sitting barefoot.
As for ordinary saints, although they have a place in the main hall, they are standing positions. Saints are not qualified to sit here.
Looking up, he saw hundreds of saints standing behind the saint kings. Seeing this scene, Wang Xu's mind went a little crooked. He felt like Heisei was having a meeting.
"Holy Lord, this time the quasi-holy group and the top five players in the competition have been brought." The chamberlain walked to the high platform and whispered to the fallen Holy Lord sitting on the cloud platform.
"Um."
The Fallen Holy Lord nodded slightly, his eyes fell on Wang Xu and the others, and he said: "The fact that you have reached this point shows that you are all outstanding people in your respective fields. I am very optimistic about you."
Being stared at by the fallen Holy Lord, Wang Xu felt a creepy feeling.
Even though the Fallen Holy Lord looked gentle, he still couldn't change the emptiness in his eyes.
That kind of empty gaze gave him a very bad feeling.
This is an indescribable feeling. The fallen Holy Lord does not feel like a living person, or even a living body, but like a road without emotions.
He doesn't have emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. Even if his words are full of praise, you can't hear the flavor of praise in it.
Wang Xu had never met Hongjun, and he didn't know what Hongjun would be like after he combined his body with Taoism, but he knew that the Fallen Holy Lord had already gone a long way on the road to Taoism.
So far away, the same Heavenly Dao realm monks are no match for the fallen Holy Lord in their own world, and have no choice but to surrender to him.
Thinking of this, Wang Xu couldn't help but glance at Princess Yushu who was sitting at the bottom, playing with the corner of her clothes.
He was sure that the fallen Holy Lord had no emotions, at least he did not have the emotions of normal people.
How could such a person pick up a baby from the outside world and raise her with his own hands?
Sensing Wang Xu's gaze, Princess Yushu, who was sitting on the small lotus platform, raised her head slightly, looked at each other and made a naughty face at him.
In an instant, the eyes of the saints fell on him, and just by looking at him, Wang Xu felt as if a heavy burden had been placed on him.
Wang Xu quickly looked away, and the next second, the feeling of a heavy burden disappeared.
Lowering his head, Wang Xu thought playfully that Princess Yushu's identity was not simple. Perhaps to these people, it would be disrespectful to look directly at Princess Yushu.
"You five are the best among quasi-sages and stand out from thousands of people.
But the strong are not competed in the ring. The real strong must have the courage to face various crises. One-on-one ring competition can only show that your one-on-one strength is good, but can you adapt to the ever-changing battlefield?
?This is very doubtful.
There is no first in literature, no second in military affairs.
Now, this hall is your battlefield, whoever falls first will be eliminated, and the last one standing will be the first.
Let's get started, go all out and don't worry about anything.
This is a melee for the five of you, and it is also an opportunity for you to perform in front of the saints.
If you behave well, you may become disciples of various saint kings, or even mine."
The fallen Holy Lord's eyes were dull, like a repeater, repeating the words in his mouth without any emotion in his words.
Of course, his meaning is clear.
The main hall is the arena, and the rule is to fall later than your opponent.
This is a melee between five people. Whoever can fight to the end will be the winner of the game. Not only can he take away an innate treasure, but he may also be accepted as a disciple by the Holy King.
Wang Xu said nothing, and neither did the other four.
They stood separately, and the corner of their eyes glanced at the others, as if to say: "Come on, come and beat me!"