In the Sword Ruins team, a young man looked at Huangfu Yun in disbelief.
Huangfu Yun had already adjusted and said calmly: "His own strength is not much different from mine. That strange fire is the legendary Ghost Lake Strange Fire. Unless I can go one step further, I can't resist it at all."
"Ghost swamp strange fire, hiss."
"How is this possible? He actually refined the Onizawa Strange Fire?"
"This guy..."
All the Jianxu monks were moved and looked at Chen Ling in shock.
Chen Ling quickly walked to the edge and recovered.
First.
Although he relied on Onizawa's strange fire, it still made him feel excited and difficult to control himself.
In terms of qualifications and strength, looking at the younger generation in the primitive world, he has also reached the top level.
Then, the others had to fight before they started.
But with the first battle between Huangfu Yun and Chen Ling, although the subsequent battles were exciting, they seemed boring.
Even after the battle is over, some people still can't erase it from their minds.
Soon, the third round of fighting ended.
Fang's only winner, Fang Ming, also passed the third round.
Fang Ming's strength is not weak. Except for him and Huangfu Yun, among the remaining monks, except for a few who are slightly stronger, the others are not too big a threat.
Passing the third round represents the top eight, and Fang holds two.
This is an extremely impressive result, not to mention that there is Chen Ling, who takes first place without any suspense.
On the stone tablet, the fourth round of battle was quickly listed.
Chen Ling glanced at his opponent with a slightly strange expression.
It’s the Sword Market again.
The opponent is a monk from Jianxu.
"I surrender."
As soon as he stood up, the other party shouted decisively.
Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and continued to sit down cross-legged.
There are three battles left.
Fang Ming’s opponent is a monk from the Thunder Clan.
After fighting for nearly half an hour, we lost.
Huangfu Yun had no doubts.
After a long time, the fourth round ended.
There are four people left.
More than three hours later.
There was silence between heaven and earth, some were happy and some were worried.
On the stone tablet, after a period of changes, the names were arranged neatly from top to bottom.
First place, Chen Ling.
Second place, Huangfu Yun.
Third place, Lei Dao.
…
Fang Ming shot in sixth place.
Didn't make it into the top five, but this result is not bad.
Under everyone's nervous gaze, light golden writing began to appear behind each name.
First place, eleven bloodline golden armors.
"Hiss, eleven."
"God, this is a record-breaking, eleven bloodline golden armors."
"Fang's family is about to get angry."
"With these eleven bloodline golden armors, Fang's overall strength will skyrocket."
The whole place was in an uproar instantly.
The eyes were dull, envious and shocked.
Fang Ming's mind went blank.
Eleven?
That's gold armor, not bronze armor.
Second place, ten bloodline golden armors.
The second place is still scary.
Third place, seven bloodline golden armors.
Fourth place, five bloodline golden armors.
Fifth place, three bloodline golden armors.
Sixth place, sixteen bloodline silver armors.
Seventh place, fifteen bloodline silver armors.
…
"The biggest winner is Fang."
"I didn't expect that Fang could get such huge benefits. It has never happened before."
The crowd was rioting.
Although Chen Ling was excited, he was not as shocked as Fang Ming and others.
However, having so many bloodline golden armors for the first place is enough to increase his status in the Fang family again.
Moreover, as you can imagine, the rewards given by Fang after returning this time will definitely not be less.
How terrifying is it that an ancient clan has the secrets?
Chen Ling couldn't help but look forward to it.
Not long after, on top of the ranking monument, dense golden light suddenly flew out.
Swish!
First, the bloodline golden armors swarmed out and flew towards their respective harvesters.
In front of Chen Ling, eleven bloodline golden armors were shining brightly, piercing the eyes.
Then came silver armor and bronze armor.
Chen Ling looked at Jin Jia with palpitations.
That terrifying aura made him feel that he was not qualified to wear it at all, and the power alone could suppress him to death.
Only the strongest monarch can exert his true power.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ling quickly put away the golden armor.
On the other side, Fang Ming happily accepted all the silver armors.
This harvest can be called the Fang family’s best.
boom!
The overwhelming bloodline divine light suddenly soared into the sky from the towering towers in front of them, and the colorful light beams were shocking to the mind.
The ancient and vast divine power overwhelmed the sky and the earth, causing the whole world to vibrate like waves of giant beasts, and the space was distorted.
"When it is turned on, you can truly achieve good fortune."
"Unfortunately, only the top five are eligible."
"The top five can choose one among all the opportunities to get the ancient clan."
"well."
Countless monks sighed.
This is the real destiny, which can be encountered but cannot be sought, but there are only five people.
Chen Ling stared at these dozens of tall towers, feeling extremely shocked.
Too scary.
It was like facing dozens of ancient gods.
"Chen Ling, these towers represent the oldest of all the ancient tribes. But you can choose one according to your own bloodline and even your cultivation path."
Fang Ming whispered.
"I see."
Chen Ling's eyes flashed.
At this time, Huangfu Yun and the other four people were already rushing toward the tower like lightning.
Chen Ling quickly followed.
Come closer.
The intangible divine power is even more terrifying.
Such a terrifying feeling is even more terrifying than facing the origin of the primitive world.
Forty-six towers, forty-six ancient clans.
Whoosh!
Chen Ling saw Huangfu Yun dive into a high tower without hesitation. That high tower exuded extremely terrifying sword power.
The latter does not require any hesitation or choice, whether it is bloodline or cultivation method.
The remaining three were still hesitating.
Chen Ling looked at all the towers carefully. Each tower had a different aura.
He soon found the tower belonging to the Fang family.
There is also the Spirit Devouring Clan.
"The way to destruction."
"This is the breath of destruction."
Chen Ling suddenly stared at one of the towers, and he felt the terrifying power of destruction from it.
Now, his body is devoured and destroyed.
These two are the best for him.
Which one to choose?
"Destruction, if I go in, my strength will increase tremendously."
"but……"
Chen Ling struggled for a while.
After a long time, Chen Ling suddenly smiled bitterly: "No matter how powerful the destruction is, my own foundation will still be swallowed up by blood."
"Besides, the way of destruction that has been integrated into the Bronze Demon God Tree has reached an extremely terrifying state to a certain extent. It's just that my cultivation is too weak now."
"Strengthening the way of devouring is the key. As the way of devouring becomes stronger, the way of destruction will also increase."
The only way to devour is the Spirit Devouring Clan.
The Tunling Clan originated from the ancient Kunpeng.
Chen Ling took a deep breath, flashed, and ran towards the tower that exuded the power of devouring.
As he approached, the terror was so powerful that it swallowed him up. (To be continued)