The first thousand four hundred and seventy-five chapters fight for the Holy Luck
When Shui Zhe died, the holy luck in his body burst out and poured into Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, with blazing golden light overflowing.
In an instant, Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, which originally had only one golden pattern, began to expand and grow, forming two other golden patterns.
At this moment, there were three golden lines between Zhuo Wen's eyebrows. At this moment, Zhuo Wen was quietly suspended in the air, his eyes narrowed, silently feeling the benefits brought by the holy luck.
Three golden lines mean the effect of holy luck, which is much more powerful than one golden line.
Zhuo Wen has a total of five laws in his body, and Zhuo Wen has become more and more profound in his understanding of the five laws of ice, fire, void, death and desolation.
The golden light erupted from the three golden lines was extremely intense, and even the back of Zhuo Wen's head burst out with dazzling golden light, like a lifelike ancient Buddha.
"It's still a little short of that. Three golden lines are not enough."
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of surprise. After the golden lines expanded to three, his understanding of the law was much deeper than before.
He is confident that in his current state, he can use the law much more proficiently than before. There is no doubt that the power that the law can exert is much more powerful than before.
"No. 15 Wen Zhuo wins a hundred consecutive victories."
Cao Rong glanced sideways at Zhuo Wen and announced loudly, which immediately caused an uproar among countless warriors in the seventh arena.
As for Zhuo Wen taking away the Golden Wheel of Day and Sun without any blush, he turned a blind eye.
Although the Mysterious Saint Artifact is quite rare, this is only compared to the Nine Nether Realm. For a behemoth in Middle-earth like the Chaos Temple, the Mysterious Saint Artifact is actually not a rare thing.
In addition, Cao Rongnai is a saint at the level of Heavenly Saint, so he really won't covet the Golden Wheel of Day and Sun in Zhuo Wen's hands.
Zhuo Wen stepped down from the void step by step, facing countless awed looks from the ring, like a king.
"I didn't expect that Bailian Sheng in the seventh arena would be an unknown guy."
Yun Ran, the first genius of the Demon God Palace, her beautiful eyes were flowing, her red lips were slightly parted, and her beautiful eyes looked curiously at Zhuo Wen who was walking down the ring.
Wudie, who was standing next to Yunran, stared at Zhuo Wen's back with a hint of curiosity.
For some reason, the young man in front of her felt extremely familiar to her, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
But after carefully looking at the edges and corners of the young man's face in front of her, she found that this person was still extremely unfamiliar to her.
"So familiar, yet so strange." Wudie murmured in a low voice, her heart trembling.
…
"Now that the points competition has ended, the top 100 have been selected."
Cao Rong waved his sleeves, and lines of golden subtitles suddenly appeared in the void behind him.
If you look closely, you will see that the contents recorded in these golden subtitles are the names of the warriors who have entered the top 100 points this time.
When they saw the subtitles in the void, a few people breathed a sigh of relief, while most people looked disappointed.
Only 100 people out of 3,000 people advance. This elimination rate is too high, and it is destined that only a few people will be able to enter the third level.
"The top 100 people will follow me and follow me to the next area, while all the eliminated people will return to the square in front of the Jiuyou Rooftop."
After Cao Rong finished speaking, he jumped into the void and headed towards another area next to the natural world.
The first hundred warriors looked at each other in disbelief and followed Cao Rong without stopping, while the rest left the natural world disheartened.
On the nine large square platforms outside the Jiuyou rooftop, countless people's eyes also focused on the list of the top 100 people arranged by Cao Rong.
Although among the top 100, there are many points that are the same, and there are even many points that are perfect.
However, even if the points are the same, Cao Rong will rank the hundreds of warriors based on their performance in the arena.
Among them, the top fifteen in this competition are the ones that attract the most attention.
The first place is Qinglongzi.
The second place is like smoke.
The third place is Yang Yi.
The fourth ghost.
The fifth flower fairy.
The sixth place is Lu Hantian.
The seventh Tianlong.
The eighth magic text.
The ninth kills his son.
The tenth place is Wenzhuo.
The eleventh Yaksha.
The twelfth place is Yunran.
Thirteenth Jianmu.
The fourteenth Lord of Taimo.
The fifteenth Buddhist text.
There were many dark horses in this competition. Originally, everyone thought that the top ten would be taken by the first genius of the Nine Nether Realms, but this was not the case.
Among them, Yan Ruhuo, Lu Hantian, Long Tian, and Wen Zhuo were all unknown in the Jiuyou Realm before, but now they have broken into the top ten in one fell swoop. They can be said to be the most incredible dark horses this time.
In particular, Yan Ruhuo, Lu Hantian and Long Tian were all powerful men at the Xuansheng level. This level of cultivation made many warriors feel a little surprised.
As for Wenzhuo, since he has not yet become a saint, he seems a bit inconspicuous compared to Yan Ruhuo and the other three.
Seeing that both the demonic and Buddhist clones entered the top fifteen this time, Zhuo Wen nodded secretly, feeling extremely satisfied.
Speaking of which, the talents of the two clones are very powerful. If it were not for the reason of being a demon cultivator and a Buddhist cultivator, I am afraid they would have become saints this time.
However, even before becoming a saint, the two clones already possess the combat power of a first-time Xuansheng. At least ordinary saints in the Kongxuan Saint realm would have no way to defeat these two clones.
Wudie, Mo Yanwushang, Jianan, and Jiasha, who Zhuo Wen paid more attention to, all entered the top 100. However, Mo Lingtian was quite unlucky because he was assigned to the first stage, which is Qinglongzi.
On the stage where he is.
The overall strength of the first arena is very strong. Although Mo Lingtian's cultivation is not weak, he was still eliminated in the first arena.
Among the top fifteen, among the nine Nether Realms, except Wu Nether Realm, more or less one or several disciples have entered it, but there is no one in Wu Nether Realm.
Even among the top 100 this time, there were only two disciples from Wu Youjing, which made Wu Hou's expression extremely ugly.
These two disciples were all in the ninth-level emperor realm before. Later, relying on the influence of holy luck, they suddenly understood the rules and were promoted to the invincible emperor.
"I hope Gu Hui and Heda can perform well in the third level."
Marquis Wu looked helpless. All the core disciples and top geniuses of their Shengwu Sect were killed by Zhuo Wen alone. In this short period of time, his Shengwuzong could not cultivate a truly powerful young generation.
Thinking of this incident, Marquis Wu really became more and more angry as he thought about it. He wished he could cut Zhuo Wen's body into pieces and smash his bones into ashes.
The third level is located in the central area of Jiuyou Tiantai. Its area is huge, tens of thousands of miles across.
This is a ruined place, a Gobi desert, with windy sand and rocks and jagged rocks.
In the center of the land, a terrifying ravine hundreds of feet deep opened, as if the earth had been blasted open by a giant knife hundreds of feet high.
At the same time, there are scattered dilapidated buildings in this land.
These buildings are like temples. The surface of the temples has a dim yellow color, as if they have been weathered for countless years.
A thick yellow fog filled the sky above this land.
These dim and thick fogs are constantly changing, forming various shapes, including birds and animals, pavilions and pavilions...
Moreover, Zhuo Wen could clearly feel that these dense fogs were not as simple as natural landscapes. They were likely to have extremely powerful attack power.
"The third level is called Fighting for Holy Luck. Being able to enter the third level means that you are already the geniuses among the geniuses in this Nine Nether Conference. The least among you has received one golden streak, and the most has four or five.
Gold stripes."
Cao Rong was suspended above the thick fog, looking down at the people below, and continued loudly: "Now I can tell you clearly that the real benefit of the Holy Luck actually lies in this third level."
"In this third level, you can compete for the holy luck of others and incorporate it into your own body."
"And once someone's golden lines reach ten, they will become a saint directly. Even those who have become Xuansheng can be promoted to a small level without any side effects."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of countless warriors below became intense.
Especially for those warriors who have not become saints, their eyes burst out with a blazing light.
Even Qing Longzi, Yan Ruhuo and others who had become Xuansheng were all moved.
It is very difficult to become a saint. If there is no incredible opportunity or the efforts of great forces to cultivate, becoming a saint is almost an unattainable dream.
Even if you become a saint, it is extremely difficult to improve the small realms divided into them. It takes many years of accumulation before you can break through a small realm.
Now, in this third level of fighting for the Holy Luck, once the golden lines between one's eyebrows reach ten, one can actually directly become a Saint or be promoted to a small level of Xuansheng. This benefit is absolutely unparalleled.
"And this third level is also the last level. Here, you can fight and vent to your heart's content."
"Finally, I will select the top nine and give you the keys to Middle-Earth. Of course, if any of you perform well, I will also recommend them to the Chaos Temple."
Cao Rong put his hands behind his back and looked down at the people below quietly. What he said made everyone below explode.
"The key to Middle-earth, and the possibility of being introduced to the Temple of Chaos? This..."
Many warriors were shocked. The key to Middle-earth alone was already extremely attractive to them, not to mention the opportunity to be introduced to the Temple of Chaos.
The Temple of Chaos is a giant force in Middle-earth, and its sphere of influence is much stronger than the total of the Nine Nether Realms.
Moreover, it is said that the cultivation methods of the arcane masters in the four major regions of Eastern Earth, Southern Barbarian, Arctic and Western Regions were inherited from the Temple of Chaos in Middle-earth.
It can be said that those who can climb the high branch of the Temple of Chaos will undoubtedly become prosperous in the future.
Not to mention Zhuo Wen, even top-ranked genius monsters such as Qing Longzi and Yan Ruhuo have become fanatical and restless in their original mood.
"Brother Qinglong, how about we unite to fight for the Holy Luck this time?" Yan Ruhuo suddenly said to Qinglongzi.
Qing Longzi narrowed his eyes, glanced at Yan Ruhuo, and said: "Since there are so many benefits of Holy Luck, it is actually right for the two of us to join forces."