All my secrets seemed to be exposed naked in front of this stone monument.
Fortunately, it's just a stone tablet.
Many monks looked a little horrified.
boom!
Suddenly, the names on the stone tablet began to move like lightning.
In just a few breaths, sixty-two names were successfully matched in pairs and arranged criss-cross in the center of the stone tablet.
"Let's get started."
Fang Ming immediately set his sights on his opponent, a monk from the Thunder Clan.
"Damn it, why am I so unlucky? I can't defeat the monks from Jianxu."
There was a brief silence, and the crowd instantly exploded.
Some people are excited, while others want to cry without tears.
It's really random.
"I'm even worse off than you, Huangfu Yun, the third senior brother of Jianxu, Huangfu Yun. I'm afraid that guy has reached the level of touching the origin."
"It's over."
While wailing, Chen Ling stared at his opponent with a strange look on his face.
Giant Saint Clan, Holy Tomb.
"We are really enemies on a narrow road. Our first opponent is actually from the Giant Saint Clan."
Chen Ling grinned and walked out slowly.
Sixty-four people dispersed one after another.
The huge world was quickly divided into thirty-two battlefields.
"I surrender."
A miserable wail sounded instantly.
Chen Ling couldn't help but look at it, the corners of his mouth twitching.
It was Huangfu Yun's opponent, a monk with 90% of the field.
The first battle was against Huangfu Yun. This unlucky situation was indescribable.
He took a look and saw that Fang Ming, Fang Jinyu and others' opponents were not weak, but not too strong either.
There is still a chance.
Huangfu Yun walked away expressionlessly.
On the stone tablet, the names of the two people have changed slightly, with Huangfu Yun listed at the top and the other person's name at the bottom.
"Fang, Chen Ling."
"Your name is famous among our giant saint clan."
Shengling stared at Chen Ling closely, with killing intent in his eyes.
"Yeah?"
“What good is it that you don’t know the Word?”
Chen Ling smiled lightly and asked jokingly.
The other party had strong murderous intent, and he sneered in his heart.
The corner of Shengling's mouth twitched and he said solemnly: "Don't worry, you will never see the Holy Word again, I will let you stay in the ancient realm of Blood Abyss forever."
boom!
The terrifying power soared straight into the sky.
Sheng Ling's eyebrows trembled, and a silver light shot out, astonishingly like lightning, and struck Chen Ling instantly.
"Secret Technique of Holy Marks."
"Sure enough, Shengyan is not the only one from the giant saint clan who has mastered the secret art of holy patterns."
Chen Ling's pupils shrank and he remained motionless, staring at the silver light.
In his sight, although the silver light was fast, it was completely exposed to his eyes.
It was a sacred symbol that looked like silver wings.
It makes you feel chilled all over and your soul is throbbing.
Even more powerful than the Holy Word obtaining the Holy Pattern.
"Secret Technique of Holy Marks."
"The giant saints have actually mastered the secret art of holy patterns, hiss."
Surprises suddenly sounded from the surrounding area.
Chen Ling smiled coldly and punched him.
Bang!
It exploded like thunder, and the silver light rolled back.
puff!
Sheng Ling's face turned pale instantly, he opened his mouth and spurted blood, and looked at Chen Ling in horror.
The silver light rolled back to the front, the light was dim and trembling.
"Is this just enough strength?"
"The secret technique of sacred patterns is nothing more than that."
Chen Ling sneered indifferently.
"You are looking for death."
The Holy Tomb's eyes glowed red, it roared ferociously, and the power surged out, and even a terrifying silver field merged into the holy pattern in front of it.
"The Heavenly Saint Silver Feather is destroyed."
The Holy Tomb roared, and the silver light suddenly surged, like a silver continent, and its power spread out so powerfully that it overwhelmed all the sounds in the world, and the terrifying power accumulated in it exploded.
Boom!
The sky and the earth turned pale, and an overwhelming silver light shrouded Chen Ling like lightning.
"Boy, die."
Shengling tried his best, his face was pale, but he stared at Chen Ling who was drowned by the silver light with an extremely ferocious look.
Die.
Bang!
The explosion was as loud as thunder.
The pupils of Shengling shrank greatly.
A fist pierced through the silver light, tearing open a human-shaped gap.
From all directions, there was extremely terrifying silver light, stagnating in place as if solidified.
The figure walked out without being affected at all.
"No, it's impossible."
Holy Tomb trembled all over and screamed in disbelief.
"Destroy."
Chen Ling had no expression on his face and murmured.
boom!
The silver light from all directions shattered silently.
Including the holy pattern, it shattered into pieces with a 'click'.
puff!
The holy tomb roared in pain as if struck by lightning.
"No, I, I admit..."
"You wanted to kill me, but now you want to admit defeat?"
The murderous intention in Chen Ling's eyes suddenly surged. The moment the other party said the word "recognize", a ghostly figure appeared behind the holy mausoleum.
Before the word 'lose' could be uttered, a punch penetrated the back of his head.
The soul is extinguished.
The holy tomb stood upright until it fell over.
"hiss."
"How is this possible?"
"The Holy Tombs used the secret technique of holy patterns, but they were killed with one punch."
"That guy is from the Fang family."
"It's so scary."
There were monks all around who were stunned after the battle.
There was also someone who was in the middle of the battle, paying attention from the corner of his eye, and was deeply shocked.
He has attained the Holy Tomb at the 90% level and possesses the secret skills of the Holy Pattern. He is not an enemy in one.
Everyone remembers Chen Ling.
The strength of the Holy Tomb is not weak, especially when he possesses the secret technique of the Holy Pattern, he is stronger than most monks at the 90th level.
But for Chen Ling, who has touched the origin and integrated the way of destruction, it is not on the same level at all.
Among all the people present, only Huangfu Yun was at the same level as him.
Chen Ling raised his head and looked at the stone tablet.
The name of the Holy Tomb dimmed and then disappeared without a trace.
His name was listed at the top of Huangfu Yunxia's list.
"It's only the first round now, so the names should not be arranged according to ranking."
"Sixty-two people, thirty-one people."
"There are fifteen games in the second round, and one person still has a bye."
"The third round is enough to determine the top ten."
Chen Ling looked at the stone tablet. After thinking for a while, he quickly stepped away and watched the battle silently.
Fang Ming won.
Fang Jinyu and the remaining three members of the Fang family all lost.
Fortunately, they all surrendered early and saved their lives.
It's already pretty good if one person wins. (To be continued)