Qizhen shook his head and sighed, and was about to speak again... A cold snort came from the middle couch: "I challenge you!"
Before the humming subsided, an old man in black robe stood up on the tenth couch. His old face was rough and his body was as thin as wood.
"Three Spirit Gods, who are you going to challenge?" Qianjia smiled and nodded.
"The little beauty in the green dress in the sixth place!" The old man in black robe smiled sinisterly and raised his finger to point at Mi Yurong.
"Haha! God, why is it her? Be careful because the pepper bites people! The little monk and the beauty in the gold skirt are both good choices!" Qizhen said meaningfully.
"It doesn't matter! It's her! I like petite and exquisite beauties, so I will imprison her directly and take her back to the palace to play with her. It will be delicious!"
"Amitabha! Three Spiritual Gods, are you challenging with your own body or are you entering with your own body?" Saint Ancestor Tianfo, who had been chanting sutras with his eyes closed, opened his big eyes and asked.
"The true body, of course the true body!" The old man in black robe nodded in response, stretched out his hand and wiped out a three-foot-long divine whip.
Qizhen and Tianfozu looked at each other and nodded. Qizhen waved his big hand, and a three-foot hole opened in the sky above the selection platform. The old man in black robe took a step diagonally, ducked and shot into the selection platform.
"Mother, the old guy wanted to eat you, so I cut him up!" Tianjiu said with a wicked smile.
"I want you to mind your own business! I'll cut my ass off and chop this old guy up!" The little beauty in green dress bared her teeth and snorted coldly, put away the magic weapon in her hand, and once again drew a three-foot colorful sword, a
He ducked to the competition platform in front.
The old man in black robe looked at the small sword for a moment, and was stunned for three or five breaths, and then showed a playful expression: "Little beauty, this Wuxia Divine Sword is good. It is said to be refined by the rain god of the ancient East. It has been passed down to this day and ranks among the divine weapons.
Sixty-three. It's a pity that the attributes are complicated. You are just a wood spirit. Using it is a waste of divine weapons. It can only activate one-fifth of the power. If it is my envoy, it will be at least 80%. How about it? Follow me, I will give you
If you transfer some of the spirit of gold and fire appropriately, you will be extremely happy from now on!"
"Old ghost, you're so verbose! I'll chop you to death!" The little beauty rolled her eyes at the old man, then flew forward and struck out with a sword without any hesitation.
Six green evil dragons flew out and pounced on the black-robed old man thousands of feet away.
"Alas, you only have the power of six dragons, and you still have the nerve to sit in the sixth place. I'd better tie you back to have a baby!" The old man in black robe shook his head and sneered, swinging the magic whip in his hand, and nine points of red light burst out, red
The light spread rapidly and turned into nine blood dragons. With just one teleport, they rushed into the group of green dragons and started biting them.
The roar of the dragon shook the sky, and in less than ten breaths, the green evil dragon disappeared completely, leaving only one of the nine blood dragons, but it was just a big belly, looking like it had been eaten too much.
"Hahaha! Little beauty, with just one strike, your sword light was swallowed up. Alas, it would be better to suffer less pain! In addition to killing people, my magic whip has many wonderful uses!" The old man in black robe laughed.
Still, there was an extremely vulgar look on the old face.
"Oh, I understand, this is the three-corpse dragon-binding whip! Ranked fourteenth in the divine weapon tree, it contains the three gods of gold, wood, and fire. It is fully stimulated and can produce the power of a thousand dragons." The little beauty in the green dress showed a sudden look.
The color is beautiful, but there is not much fear on the jade face.
The old man in black robe covered his beard and nodded: "The little beauty is not only as beautiful as a flower, but also has good eyesight. With this pure wood spirit body, it will be a great complement to me! Okay, I will accept you today! Qianlong, break~!
"
As soon as the word 'break' fell, the nine mirrors on the divine whip appeared. Three hundred fire dragons, three hundred golden dragons and three hundred wooden dragons flew out like an overwhelming force, covering the entire competition platform. Above the little beauty's head, there was even a dragon.
The chant was like a tidal wave, causing the space to collapse.
"Well done! Four Spirits Refining Divine Armor, get up~!"
The little beauty in the green dress gave a sweet cry, and a piece of blue soft armor suddenly emerged from her delicate body. The soft armor had four colors of glazed glaze, shining with shocking colors. Thousands of dragon shapes, gold, water, fire, and earth shot out from the blue armor.
The evil dragons with all four attributes were rolled out crazily towards the sky.
"This is the ancient four-spirit divine armor!!! No! Take it, take it~!" The black-robed old man roared in horror, intending to take back the divine whip that had transformed into the body of a thousand dragons.
Unfortunately, it was too late. He only had time to take back most of the divine mirror. The thousands of dragon shapes covered in the hollow were all melted away without a breath. In his withered hand, only half of the divine whip was left. The four-color evil dragons in the sky were circling and roaring.
, hundreds of them also began to eagerly try, intending to deliver a fatal blow to him.
"Dragon Escape~!" The old man in black robes, with a gray face, waved his hand and created a golden octagonal evil dragon, spun up, and escaped with his feet.
There was a sound of cracking silk, and the seven-color mask opened in response, revealing a small hole one foot square. The eight-pointed evil dragon shot out from the hole and pounced on the black and white mask.
"Boom~!" A loud noise came, and the array of gods from the Nine Heavens automatically activated the power of a thousand dragons, directly hitting the old man in black robe lying on the back of the eight-cornered evil dragon. With a miserable howl, the eight-cornered evil dragon
The divine beast escaped from the formation and sat back on the jade couch No. 10 without any hesitation.
"Hey, hey, hey! Old ghost, don't run away! I haven't even fucked you yet!" The little beauty in the green dress waved her arms and cried out, and the blue soft armor slowly sank into her body.
There was a dead silence in the selection valley. Looking at the little beauty in the green dress was like looking at the god of death.
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Mi Yurong shook her head and jumped up to the sixth position, took out a magic weapon again, and began to cut her nails as if no one was watching.
"Amitabha! This goddess of rice is not only a goddess with many treasures, but also brings ancient magic weapons. She is indeed qualified to sit in the sixth position. Dear gods on the bed, you'd better weigh it before you say goodbye to the three spirits.
Follow in the footsteps of others." Buddha Tian proclaimed a Buddhist message and showed a knowing smile.
In the sea of consciousness of the blood-robed young man, Wei Qiyin's roar sounded again: "This woman is also from Jiuzhou Huachen. She is that guy's die-hard loyalist, kill, kill, kill!"
"Shut up! Why don't you have a super-powerful loyalist? Weren't you Hua Chen's boss back then?" Tiandaozi's roar came as expected.
"..."
"Masters, do you still have any challenge?" Qizhen shouted with cold sweat falling from his forehead as he looked at the middle couch.
"Amitabha! I challenge the Five Sources!" The old monk Zishuo stood up and preached.
Heavenly Buddha frowned slightly and whispered: "Wuyuan, who do you want to challenge?"
"Huitian Buddha, challenge Monk Niehai!"
"No! Nie Hai has become an eighth-level divine wheel, and he is still full of luck. If you challenge him, you will only end up with the same result as the Three Spirit Gods." Tianfozu said in a message to object.
"Then Wuyuan challenges the goddess Jin'er!"
"No no! Look at the gold belt around her waist. It's the Heavenly Buddha's Curse, a heaven-suppressing magic weapon refined by the ancient Heavenly Buddha. This Heavenly Buddha's Curse has been held by Master Puguang, and now it has changed hands.
That is to say, she killed Master Puguang. Master Puguang’s eighth-level divine wheel can’t survive, let alone you?!”
"Then I..."
"Wuyuan, what are you doing standing still? Who are you challenging? Say it quickly!" Qi Zhi snorted very unhappy.
"Amitabha! Wuyuan challenges Zhantian, who is ranked tenth!" Old monk Zishuang finally made his choice.
"Accurate!" Qijie didn't say much and directly opened a corner of the formation.
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Ten breaths later, on the competition stage, Wuyuan and Zhan Tian faced each other from a distance.
"Amitabha! Zhan Tian, please use your magic weapon!" the old monk said in command. Behind his back, five levels of divine chakras glowed layer by layer. In the old monk's big hand, a long shovel with two ears was waiting for an opportunity to attack.
"Master, you are no match for me!" Zhan Tian shook his head, still holding his hands behind his back.
"You are uttering arrogant words before the battle begins. Use your magic weapon quickly, otherwise I will kill you with one strike!" the old monk shouted loudly.
"Zhan has a magic weapon in his heart, and he is a magic weapon in his body. Master, take action!" Zhan Tianyun said lightly, a faint cold light appeared on the sword-like body.
"Oh no~! The Divine Shovel, get up~!" The old monk's eyes widened in anger, and the back of his back shook violently. He teleported and disappeared into the Divine Shovel in his hand. Then, he faced Qing Qing, who was standing with his hands behind his back.
The man in the robe shoveled it out hard.
Hundreds of golden shovel shadows pounced into the sky layer by layer. With only a slight flicker, they arrived ten feet away from the battle sky.
"Sword~! Come out~!"
Zhan Tian only groaned softly, shook his arms for a breath, and suddenly thousands of white blades shot out from his blade. The white blades were like light and flew away. Wherever they passed, everything flew away, and those who were about to touch the tip of the nose
The shadows of the shovel were disillusioned layer by layer. The white light swallowed up all the golden shovels, and finally passed through the golden body of the old monk, and shot into the array of gods in the nine heavens.
There was not much noise. The old monk stood in a daze, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Master, you lose!" Zhan Tian closed his eyes and hummed softly.
"What do you need me to hand over?" the old monk asked tremblingly.
"No need! You can go out. Zhan will be open to both monks. The hole opened by the divine blade in front has not been closed yet. If you escape from there, you should not be killed by the formation."
The old monk turned around in shock and saw that the three-foot hole in the array of gods in the Nine Heavens was slowly closing. He swallowed hard and flew towards the hole. (To be continued.)