Wang Yingxuan exploded with all his strength and immediately stood with the nine masters again. This time, although the nine masters exerted more than 200 times their strength through formations, they could not defeat Wang Yingxuan at once.
The battle became stalemate, and the whole world was destroyed by the power of both sides. Wang Yingxuan became stronger and stronger as the battle progressed, gradually leveling the situation.
"What's going on? Why did his strength increase so much all at once!" A powerful man exclaimed.
"Hey, every time he wins a game, he will get a reward from the tree of rules. He has killed so many players before and won so many games. How could he not improve his strength?" Another person sneered.
"Our power cannot be passed on. If we want to defeat him, we must use another strategy." One person said.
"If it doesn't work, forget it. Why would you, a powerful person, fight to the death with this kid?" Another person said.
"It's ridiculous. Are all of you brains rusty? Our previous intervention has created such a huge cause and effect with him. Once he masters the power of cause and effect, how huge the cause and effect will be." One person sneered.
"Yes, and the attention of us people are the source of endless luck. Once he masters the power of luck, he will be able to compete with us in the state of freedom. How can such a monster grow up?
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"rational."
"Then let's each make plans and see whose plan can kill this person."
"Okay, I just want to open a betting market."
In the big world, many powerful people use their own methods to kill such a kid silently.
Wang Yingxuan's heart suddenly darkened, as if a shadow flew past, covering his sky. When he looked up, the sky above the square was clear and clear without any clouds.
"What's going on? Why do I feel so uneasy in my heart? This battle must end as soon as possible!" Wang Yingxuan was shocked, and his tactics immediately changed.
Exchange injury for injury.
Phew! Phew!
His body was blown away and his flesh and blood were shattered. However, he also seriously injured Chang Wei who attacked him.
"Kill! He can't survive!" The other eight people laughed and rushed forward.
A trace of ridicule flashed across Wang Yingxuan's face, and the immortality power was activated, and the injuries on his body disappeared instantly.
Outside the main square.
The entire Dibang Battle Space, most places, are battlefields for fighting.
There are countless source realms, ninety-nine first-class realms, and many monks who arrived from other realms to participate in the battle of the Earth Ranking. Even if there is an extra filter of the violent black ape this time, the remaining
The monks are still a huge number.
In front of a lush forest, a young man with long silver hair was standing quietly, blocking the entrance of more than a dozen monks.
"Inner Demon, don't be too arrogant. There are hundreds of silver-threaded fruits in this silver-threaded fruit forest, and you occupy them all by yourself. You don't take us seriously."
"Not bad. Get out of the way quickly."
"Go away, if you don't go away, we will attack!"
While these monks were cursing, they looked at the woods behind them. In the woods, among the silver bark and golden leaves, there were fist-sized silver fruits with golden lines on them.
This is the famous silver thread fruit in the legend. It is an excellent treasure for improving spiritual strength. Moreover, there are hundreds of silver thread fruit trees in this small forest, and each tree has a silver thread fruit.
However, this silver thread fruit was occupied by this man called the inner demon. He drew a circle outside the woods. All the monks who tried to break in died strangely.
As a result, more than a dozen monks gathered here, but no one dared to go in to pick fruits.
"The silver thread fruit is ripe and will fall to the ground if you don't pick it. Let's kill him." A monk suddenly shouted.
"Mature."
At this moment, the silver-haired man smiled strangely, but the monk who took action suddenly withdrew his strength and blasted himself strangely. With a puff, it turned into a blood mist.
Not only him, but other monks also exploded their souls one after another. In an instant, all the monks fell to the ground.
The man didn't even look at it, and flew into the woods to pick out the silver-threaded fruits one by one.
"Well, there is something strongly calling me in that direction." The silver-haired man suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. After a moment of thought, his body flew directly over.
Half a day later, he flew deep into a forest, and finally, a silver castle appeared in front of him. And the feeling of calling came from the silver castle.
The silver-haired man was so brave that he flew directly into the silver castle without stopping.
"Mythril Rain and Tears! The holy water for cultivating spiritual power!" When he saw the situation in front of him, he, who had always been indifferent to emotions and anger, was shocked.
In his clan, Mithril Rain Tears, which is regarded as the holy water for cultivation, and one drop of which can achieve a person's spiritual leap, turned out to be a whole lake before his eyes!
This is simply like a beggar who fantasizes about picking up ten dollars all day long, and suddenly finds one billion, horrified and ecstatic!
It took him a long time to react, but he became worried.
"Mythril Rain and Tears can't be taken away by space at all, and our clan's secret cultivation method can't absorb so many Mithril Rain and Tears. What should we do?"
Just as this thought flashed across his mind, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked up and saw a jade slip floating quietly in front of him on his right. His heart moved, and he reached out and grabbed the jade slip in his hand.
After a moment, a burst of wild laughter came from his mouth, like madness.
…
On top of a mountain range.
A thin young man was writhing in pain. Beside him, a monk was torn in half.
Boom, the void tore apart, and a purple-clothed monk descended.
The boy who was rolling on the ground suddenly stood up, his forehead was dripping with sweat, but his eyes were glowing green like a wolf.
"Boy, go to hell!" The monk in purple laughed wildly, stretched out his hand, and turned his true power into a monster with a big mouth and a body like a snake, and bit at the emaciated boy.
"Jie Jie." The skinny boy did not dodge, letting the monster bite him.
Poof! There was a sound of flesh and blood being bitten, and then, the monster's body was seen dissipating like a punctured balloon.
"Swallow the divine beast!" the purple-clothed monk screamed, feeling the real power in his body flowing away rapidly. With a sudden shock, the flow of real power stopped, and the purple-clothed monk did not dare to stop at all. The void was torn apart at once.
Fleeed for his life.
"Ah!" The skinny boy screamed and writhed in the place again. Under his skin, it was like a snake was moving back and forth. He rolled in pain, and a little bit of real power escaped from his body.
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"Boy, do you want to get rid of this pain, and truly activate the bloodline of the Devouring Beast, and devour the true power at will without any consequences?" A voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Of course I do," the skinny boy responded.
"Okay, I'll teach you a set of techniques that will allow you to truly transform into a devouring beast and devour everything!" As the voice fell, a set of techniques seemed to be engraved in his mind.
The young man began to use this set of exercises. Gradually, his flesh and blood began to undergo drastic changes and continued to split. Gradually, it seemed that a hole appeared from his body, swallowing up all the real power that tortured him.
eat.
The young man got up from the ground, but at this time his eyes lost their clarity. Instead, they were full of hunger. His eyes looked into the distance, and suddenly he stretched out his hand to tear open the void in front of him, and a person fell out of it.
It was the monk in purple who escaped before.
The monk in purple clothes was glanced at by him and suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.
Boom! The purple-clothed monk suddenly took action, and his real power bombarded the young man. It was like a monster was born on the young man's body, completely absorbing the real power he blasted out. Not only that, the real power on his body was also out of control.
Yes, it's passing quickly.
The purple-clothed monk let out a horrified scream, but it was completely useless. Gradually, his screams became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.
Teng, the aura on the young man became more powerful and violent.
"So hungry!" He jumped quickly and disappeared.
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In the battle space of the Earth Ranking, a monk with special abilities or a unique talent in some aspect had his destiny quietly changed.
In the square, after a day and night of extreme fighting, the nine people finally got tired.
Only Wang Yingxuan was tireless and became more courageous as he fought.
puff!
He grabbed it with both hands and the big-headed doll was cut in half by him.
Bang, there was sharp pain from behind, and two horns pierced into his back.
"Sure enough, after losing one person, the strength was directly reduced by half." Wang Yingxuan smiled slightly and killed the big-headed doll. The attack power of Deng's horns was suddenly reduced by half. The two horns that could have completely pierced his body now
But it only penetrated halfway.
"Go to hell!" Wang Yingxuan grabbed his arms behind his back, and with a bang, Deng Shuangjiao was also killed.
The power of the formation has been reduced by half again!
"Run away!" Immediately, the remaining monks were horrified and fled one after another, and the formation was immediately broken.
"Go to hell!"
He yelled, but Chang Wei couldn't avoid it and was directly hit by his punch. With a puff, his whole body turned into a ball of blood mist.
In the square, waves of force swept through, and the remaining monks disappeared one after another. However, they admitted failure in their hearts and were naturally teleported out.
Between heaven and earth, an unimaginable force suddenly merged into Wang Yingxuan's body.
"What a powerful force. This time, my strength has been directly increased by 0.6 True Dragon Power, reaching 7.1 True Dragon Power!" Wang Yingxuan's eyes were filled with shock.
The reward for this victory is comparable to the reward for winning two or three hundred games.
In the square, silhouettes of people flashed one after another, but new monks came in. Wang Yingxuan glanced at them and felt that the aura of these people was far less than that of Chang Wei and others.
He moved suddenly, tore through the void, and entered the outside space from the square.
"boom!"
The dark clouds in the sky condensed into a whirlpool, and someone in the distance was causing a thunderstorm.
Wang Yingxuan took one step forward and saw a monk at the second level of the Creation Realm, causing a thunder catastrophe, and an electric snake stretched its head out of the whirlpool. At this moment, in Wang Yingxuan's mind, the shadow of the Tree of Rules appeared again. The power was taken away from the electric snake.
"Hey, this is the rule of flesh and blood annihilation. I haven't survived the third thunder tribulation, so why have I mastered this rule of flesh and blood annihilation?" Wang Yingxuan was curious.
"boom!"
The thunder on that side ended, and the monk who had survived the thunder tribulation had an excited smile on his face, but after just a moment, he roared angrily: "What's going on? You have clearly survived the thunder tribulation, but you didn't control the corresponding rules?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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