Under the ring, Shui Zhe, who was watching the show, also frowned.
Just now, the scene that happened on the arena was really weird.
It was clear that Zheng Tang was planning to abstain, but Na Wenzhuo was dozens of meters away from Zheng Tang. In just a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Zheng Tang as if he teleported.
The speed was a bit weird, and Zheng Tang didn't even have time to abstain.
"Did this guy use the same rules just now?"
Shui Zhe murmured in a low voice that Zhuo Wen's teleportation just happened in an instant, and the fluctuations in the law were very weak, so he was not sure.
On the square platform of Longyou Realm, Qing Yu'an narrowed her eyes tightly. Although she looked extremely shocked on the surface, she was as angry as fire inside.
"Principle of the Void, this kid is indeed that little beast Zhuo Wen."
At this moment, Qing Yu'an was 100% certain that Wen Zhuo on the seventh stage must be the Zhuo Wen he had been searching for so hard.
But Qingyu'an did not say anything. Even if two core disciples of Qinglong Palace were killed, he did not reveal the details of Zhuo Wen.
"100 consecutive wins!"
In the natural world, a loud shout sounded, and everyone's eyes focused on the first arena.
There, a figure like pine and cypress stood proudly.
On the surface of this figure, there is a huge dragon-shaped shadow, and the loud dragon roars are constantly resounding.
"Qinglongdian Qinglongzi, he is indeed the first to win a hundred consecutive victories."
Facing the gazes of all the warriors, Qinglongzi's eyes remained calm.
In the Jiuyou Conference, his cultivation is undoubtedly the first among all the contestants. At such a young age, he is able to advance to the second profound realm of Nirvana.
Qing Longzi slowly walked down the ring, but as soon as he landed, his figure froze.
"Qinglongzi, be careful with Wenzhuo at the third level."
A low voice sounded in Qinglongzi's mind, and the latter frowned slightly, a little surprised.
"Is it Zhuo Wen?"
Qinglongzi's eyes moved slightly and fell on Wenzhuo, who suddenly stood up on the seventh stage. Qinglongzi's expression began to become cautious.
But at the same time, in addition to caution, there is also this touch of enthusiasm.
Two years ago, the six saints joining forces caused a sensation in the entire Nine Nether Realm.
The protagonist of this matter is a young man named Zhuo Wen, who possesses the legendary immortal artifact that makes everyone in Jiuyou Realm excited.
"However, his cultivation level is only half-saint. If he did not rely on the Immortal Sacred Artifact, he would not be my opponent." Qinglongzi said cautiously.
"It's better to be careful. This guy's strength cannot be judged based on his superficial cultivation. Moreover, the Immortal Sacred Artifact is very powerful. However, I don't dare to take out that thing at the moment. Everything should proceed according to the original plan."
Qingyu'an spoke calmly, her tone full of confidence.
Qinglongzi nodded, but he paid more attention to Wenzhuo.
The deaths of Zheng Tang and Wu Lan completely established Zhuo Wen's reputation as a ruthless person, and Zhuo Wen also successfully won the 91st victory.
In the remaining three victories, Zhuo Wen's opponents were basically intimidated, and even Cao Rong yelled and abstained before even starting.
Zheng Tang's death has left a shadow on everyone, and they are afraid that if they say it too late, it will lead to the disaster of killing.
In the ninety-fifth game, Zhuo Wen met the casual cultivator Yang Yan. What surprised Zhuo Wen was that Yang Yan did not give up directly because of the deaths of Zheng Tang and Wu Lan. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Standing across the ring, Zhuo Wen asked a little funny.
Yang Yan shook his head and said: "Since you embark on the path of martial arts, you must have the desire to die. If you are timid because of fear of death, how can you continue on the path of martial arts?"
"Death wish?"
Zhuo Wen was startled, but then he burst into laughter. There was no doubt that the casual cultivator Yang Yan in front of him was very interesting.
Moreover, his martial arts heart is extremely firm. No wonder Yang Yan was able to cultivate to the level of an invincible emperor as a casual cultivator.
"You take action first, otherwise you won't have a chance later." Zhuo Wen said calmly.
There is no doubt that Zhuo Wen's words were arrogant, but Yang Yan didn't think so. He even felt that Zhuo Wen's words were an opportunity for him, an opportunity for him to take action.
So far, no one has ever allowed the young man in front of him to withstand more than one move.
Even Wu Lan and Zheng Tang, who are also invincible emperors, can't do it, and Yang Yan is just an invincible emperor. Zhuo Wen can give him the biggest chance by allowing him to take action first.
"Then you have to be careful."
Yang Yan took a deep breath, and the aura of law swept out of himself.
Zhuo Wen showed a hint of interest. In the previous battle, Yang Yan had never used the power of his own laws, so he had no idea what kind of laws the latter had understood.
"hell!"
Yang Yan let out a soft sigh, and the entire arena was trembling, and then a jet-black mist enveloped the entire arena.
"This is……"
Looking at the tragic scenes emerging around him, Zhuo Wen's eyes showed surprise.
These scenes are extremely brutal, including pulling out tongues, mountains of knives, seas of fire, stone pressure, and oil pans...
There are all kinds of tortures shown inside. If you are a weak-willed person, your legs will become weak and you will be afraid when you first see such a tragic scene.
When these scenes gradually disappeared, Zhuo Wen found that countless mountains of knives appeared in front of him, and there were countless blades under his feet.
"Knife mountain hell!"
A low voice reached his ears, and then the blade under his feet began to surge, passing through the soles of Zhuowen's feet and through his forehead.
A strong sense of pain spread from the sole of the foot to the whole body. Even though Zhuo Wen knew it was an illusion, he broke out in a cold sweat.
"What kind of law is this? Does the scene inside show hell?" Zhuo Wen had a strange look in his eyes.
"It is an extremely special law called the Law of Hell. A warrior who can understand this law needs a very strong will."
Xiao Hei's cautious voice sounded and he continued: "Because the warrior who wants to understand this law must have experienced all the tortures from the first level to the eighteenth level to be qualified."
Zhuo Wen was moved in his heart. There were eighteen levels of hell. As he went down one level at a time, the torture became more and more cruel. His scalp felt numb even just looking at it, let alone experiencing it.
Although the torture caused by the laws of hell is an illusion, the pain is real.
"barren!"
Zhuo Wen, however, was unafraid. He held his right hand and the Law of Desolation condensed, forming a black ball the size of a palm.
I saw his right hand pressing hard on the ground, and the desolate aura spread. Under the erosion of this desolate power, all the Hell of Sword Mountain turned into nothingness.
Desolation can desolate all things, whether living or dead, under the influence of desolation, they will become nothingness.
Zhuo Wen strolled through the courtyard, starting from the first level of hell and going down layer by layer. The law of desolation was under his control, and everything was desolate.
When the eighteenth level was completely withered under the influence of the Law of Desolation, the power of the Law of Hell lingering in the arena was like glass, crumbling inch by inch.
"The law of hell, this Yang Yan is just a small casual cultivator, how can he comprehend such a powerful law?"
The moment Yang Yan released Hell, he immediately attracted the attention of countless power lords who were watching around the Jiuyou rooftop.
Even the warriors who were close below the seventh arena were affected by the law of hell. Some of the unsteady-willed people shouted directly, but fortunately they were stopped by the warriors next to them.
"Yang Yan's strength is still higher than that of Zheng Tang and Wu Lan. I'm afraid he can make Wenzhuo a little more embarrassed."
Cao Rong floated quietly at the edge of the ring with a look of admiration in his eyes.
Although Yang Yan's law is very special, he still doesn't think Yang Yan will win, but it will only cause certain obstacles to Zhuo Wen.
"break!"
An indifferent voice sounded around the arena, and then all the barriers formed by the laws of hell were shattered.
Poof!
Yang Yan spit out a mouthful of blood and almost retreated to the edge of the ring, with a wry smile on his lips.
The black fog gradually dissipated, and a figure like a pine and cypress stood proudly. His eyes fell on Yang Yan and said calmly: "Do you still need to fight?"
Hearing this, Yang Yan's bitter smile grew stronger and he said in a low voice, "You win."
After saying that, he jumped down with great simplicity.
"This Yang Yan is not bad. He has a will as strong as stone. If he does not fall and becomes a saint by relying on the laws of hell, he will definitely not be an ordinary saint." Xiao Hei's voice gradually sounded.
Zhuo Wen nodded, this Yang Yan is indeed good, if there is a chance, he would be willing to bring this Yang Yan to the Long family.
However, he is not in a hurry about this matter. With Yang Yan's points, there is no problem in entering the top 100 of the second level.
And from the confrontation just now, Zhuo Wen could also tell that Yang Yan was a proud and arrogant guy.
If the conditions for wooing are directly raised, the latter will definitely refuse. This kind of thing must depend on the timing.
In the ninety-seventh scene, Zhuo Wen met Shi Yi, a member of the Killing Alliance.
Shi Yi acted extremely cautiously. With his killer's intuition, he could feel the hidden murderous intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes.
So before Cao Rong made the announcement, he decisively abstained and had no intention of fighting Zhuo Wen.
After all, the second level of the arena adopts a points system, and losing a few games will not prevent you from entering the third level.
In the ninety-eighth and ninety-ninth games, Zhuo Wen encountered only soy sauce characters, and it was very easy to advance.
"No. 15 Wen Zhuo versus No. 7 Shui Zhe."
Cao Rong announced again, and then everyone on the seventh stage fell into silence.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhuo Wen and Shui Zhe surprisingly unanimously.
Shui Zhe, the number one genius at the Immortal Altar in the Death Nether Realm, has reached the semi-saint level of cultivation, and the law he understands is the extremely rare law of death.
Wen Zhuo, a dark horse who suddenly emerged in the seventh arena, has passed every level since the first game and has been rising steadily. He even killed Wu Lan and Zheng Tang, the invincible emperors, with one punch. His cultivation level is undoubtedly that of a semi-saint.
Both of them also maintain a winning streak. Now that they meet, they are competing for a spot in the 100-game winning streak.
Before, many people in the arena compared the two and came to the conclusion that it was difficult to say who would win and who would lose.
"Come up!"
Shui Zhe jumped up and stood in the center of the ring, looking down at Zhuo Wen with provocative eyes, high above him.
"You don't seem qualified to look down on me, do you?"
Zhuo Wen smiled faintly and jumped into a place not far from Shuizhe, his eyes extremely calm.