This monk has a good level of cultivation and has reached the level of the True God of Two Disasters.
The moment the monk stepped onto the ring, a monk below the ring followed him, and then the two monks began to fight.
Under the ring, Yang Muqiu's cold eyes fell on the team on Tianmo Island not far away, and then she walked straight towards the team on Tianmo Island.
Yang Muchiu's behavior immediately attracted the attention of countless monks under the arena.
The arena has just begun, and the two monks who entered are just unknown casual cultivators, so everyone is not very interested.
On the contrary, Yang Muqiu's actions attracted everyone's attention. Everyone knew the old history of Yang Muqiu and Mozhan. The two were Taoist couples back then, but later Yang Muchiu used Mozhan to steal the magic book of Tianmo Island.
The Great Demon Sect has since completely broken apart.
"This stinky bitch has the nerve to come to our place, she is so shameless!" Mo Fan frowned slightly and whispered in an extremely unhappy voice.
Mozhang, however, raised his hand to signal everyone on Tianmo Island not to say anything, and faced him calmly.
Yang Muqiu looked at Mozhang coldly and said: "Mozhang, you should know the whereabouts of Wei Shuo, right? Did the people from your Tianmo Island use conspiracy to plot his death?"
Yu Shan laughed and said: "Who is using the conspiracy? I think you know better than us, right?"
Thinking of Wei Shuo's plot, Yu Shan felt very unhappy. Now Yang Muqiu actually had the nerve to question them. He was really thick-skinned.
Yang Muqiu's beautiful eyes flickered, staring at Yu Shan coldly, and said: "It seems that Wei Shuo's death was indeed done by people from your Tianmo Island."
As he spoke, Yang Muqiu's long hair flew into the sky, and waves of demonic energy with terrifying murderous intent rose up from his body.
Yang Muchiu's aura was so terrifying that many monks around him stayed away and looked at Yang Muchiu in horror.
"Yang Muchiu, although I have seen your indiscriminate skills, now I find that you don't even have the skin to do anything."
Demon Barrier was not to be outdone, and the terrifying demonic energy rose into the sky, no weaker than Yang Muchiu.
The two sect giants were confronting each other. The momentum was naturally extraordinary, and the atmosphere in the square suddenly became extremely stiff.
However, not long after the confrontation between the two, a vast force swept from the starry sky outside the square, instantly dispersing all the terrifying aura the two had gathered.
"Fighting is prohibited here. If you two want to fight, you can wait until the galaxy competition is over. Feel free to do so!"
A mighty voice came, and then a golden light appeared in the sky above the square.
In the golden light is a golden futon, and sitting on the futon is a giant with four heads.
Although these four giants did not exude any momentum, everyone felt a sense of awe and admiration in their hearts.
"It's Lord Brahma!"
After the silence, the square erupted into violent noises, and all the monks looked in awe.
The Great Brahma is the Lord of the Great Brahma Realm and the master of the entire Heaven Realm. His strength is unfathomable. Even the ancestors of the ten major sects who have lived for countless years are willing to obey this Great Brahma. This shows how powerful this Great Brahma is.
Terrible and powerful.
Next to Brahma, there followed a man in golden armor who released golden thunder all over his body. The aura of this man in golden armor was equally terrifying, and it was obviously not a simple task.
Yang Muqiu and Mozhang also quickly restrained their auras, bowed to Brahma, and said yes.
"Let the competition in the ring continue!"
Da Brahma said again, and took another thoughtful look at Zhuo Wen in the crowd.
When Zhuo Wen's eyes came into contact with Brahma's eyes, his scalp was numb and there was a roar in his mind.
He knew that even though he had changed his appearance, Brahma should also recognize him.
"It seems that I have to compete in this arena competition. If I lose and get eliminated like this, won't I need to participate in the third round?"
Zhuo Wen began to think wildly, but soon his eyes became serious. He knew that if he was eliminated, Brahma would never let him go.
Facing the master of this heavenly realm, Zhuo Wen felt helpless.
In fact, in the final analysis, his strength is still too weak.
If he had the cultivation level of the masters of the ten major sects, Brahma would not dare to force him to stay so blatantly.
As time goes by, the competition in the arena becomes more and more intense, and currently only the elite disciples of the ten major sects can maintain a winning streak.
Zhuo Wen even saw Yun Chuyu go up to compete, but he won more than ten games, and was later knocked down by a powerful Xutian monk.
However, Yun Chuyu only lost one point, but she gained more than ten points. This time she made a sure profit.
The most powerful ones are the strongest geniuses from the ten major sects.
Qimei from the Banyue Hall, Lianze from the Qiankun Sect, Liang Dan from the Chongxu Peak, Lingzhuo from the Lingxiao Sect, Youtongying from the Youhuan Sect, Tang Chang from the Qi Sword Sect, Liu Bowen from the White Jade Tower, and Mu Pandie from the Flower Butterfly Valley. These nine people have never met each other so far.
defeat.
Whenever they enter the ring, almost no one can survive a single move. Therefore, whenever these nine people come up, there are only a few monks who challenge them. This also means that the scores of these nine people are not as high as expected.
After all, these nine people are famous and powerful. There are almost no people present who can beat these nine people. Therefore, although the nine people are powerful, their scores are not as high as expected.
Moreover, most of the nine people’s scores were obtained through named challenges.
However, active challenges are also limited. Only ten people can be challenged at a time. If more than ten people are challenged, a period of time will be required.
When another monk was knocked off the stage, Zhuo Wen jumped up and landed on the ring.
It wasn't that Zhuo Wen wanted to score points, but that the white messenger was always signaling him, so he had to go up.
Zhuo Wen's opponent is an extremely handsome young man. This young man's cultivation level is also Xutian, and he has not yet set foot on the Xutian Bridge. Like Zhuo Wen, he is a monk who has just condensed into the Xutian Bridge.
Seeing that Zhuo Wen had similar cultivation levels to him, this handsome young man's eyes became cautious.
"Be careful!"
The handsome young man said something and then took out a long black gold sword. His consciousness controlled the long sword, turning it into a stream of light and rushing towards Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen held the Purple Galaxy Divine Sword and slashed at the black gold sword at will. The consciousness attached to the surface of the sword was immediately cut off by him, and the black gold sword fell to the ground helplessly.
The face of the handsome young man changed slightly. He did not expect that the moment his opponent's purple sword fell on his long sword, his consciousness was actually traumatized. His soul even ached faintly and he had a splitting headache.
When the handsome young man felt something was wrong, Zhuo Wen had already rushed in front of him and hit the handsome young man on the chest with his right palm. The latter grunted and flew out of the ring.
The handsome young man hugged Zhuo Wen and left with the black gold sword. He knew that Zhuo Wen had shown mercy.
Although killers are not allowed in this arena, the murderous monks will still find ways to seriously injure you, as long as they don't kill you.
Although Zhuo Wen easily defeated opponents of the same level and attracted the attention of many monks, that was all. After all, Zhuo Wen's cultivation level was not very high. If he were like the elite geniuses of the ten major sects, perhaps the attention would be higher.
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Zhuo Wen doesn't particularly care about other people's attention, as long as he doesn't get eliminated.
Immediately afterwards, monks came up to challenge Zhuo Wen, but they were all defeated by Zhuo Wen.
Moreover, Zhuo Wen didn't behave too eye-catchingly, he just managed to repel the monks who came up to challenge him, thus giving others the illusion that he was just like this.
It was Zhuo Wen's approach, coupled with his lack of fame, that led to an endless stream of challengers when he was in the ring.
Soon, Zhuo Wen reached 100 consecutive wins, and his score actually entered the top 100, which surprised many monks.
"Good luck guy!"
A cold snort came, and a monk in black jumped onto the ring holding a spear and looked at Zhuo Wen with a very unkind look.
"It's Han Lun from the Youhuan Sect. It seems that this person is going to be unlucky!"
The moment the monk in black jumped onto the stage, there was an uproar from the audience.
This Han Lun's cultivation level was quite good and he had reached the level of ascending to the virtual sky.
But Zhuo Wen noticed something was wrong, because as soon as Han Lun came up, his eyes were full of murderous intent, as if he had a deep hatred for him.
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes, and his attention fell on Lei Qi, who was not far from the stage.
At this moment, Lei Qi grinned at him, his smile full of mockery.
Zhuo Wen glanced at the Purple Galaxy Divine Sword in his hand, and he knew that Lei Qi must have recognized the Purple Galaxy Divine Sword in his hand.
However, Zhuo Wen didn't care. Since he dared to reveal the Purple Galaxy Divine Sword, it meant that he was no longer afraid of Lei Qi.
He asked about Lei Qi's cultivation level. He should be around Xutian Wudeng, and Zhuo Wen's Devouring clone has reached the level of the True God of Thunder, and his strength is not weaker than Xutian Sideng. If he cooperates with the original body, a real fight will be achieved.
Qi may not be able to win over him yet.
"Brother Zhuo..."
Yun Chuyu's beautiful eyes were full of surprise. Of course he had seen the Ziyao Galaxy Divine Sword. This sword was only owned by Zhuo Wen.
"It's really Zhuo Wen. He didn't fall in the trial place, but how did he come out? Could it be..."
Yu Shan's beautiful eyes flickered, and she glanced at Mo Fan, who was also looking confused next to her, and an incredible thought arose in her heart, that is, Zhuo Wen might be the last point of light.
Because the White Messenger said before, the last point of light had quietly blended into the square.
And now that Zhuo Wen has changed his appearance and is on the stage, there is a high possibility that he will be the last bright spot.
Moreover, Yu Shan knew that three of the four light spots on the 18th floor appeared openly in the square, but the last light spot entered the square quietly. Obviously, this last light spot was bound to
He is unique and may have done something that the other three have not done.
"Go to hell!"
On the ring, Han Lun grinned, kicked his right foot, and flew towards Zhuo Wen like an arrow from the string. The spear in his hand suddenly flew out, and stabbed Zhuo Wen's vital part with murderous intent.