Everyone knew that they might not be able to walk in, so they flew over the crowd and flew over the stands outside the arena. It was not too early to be the time for the competition. Li Nian'an and Li Yuejiao advised Yuan Chu to take Dao Wuliang and fly to the stands where the Li family is. Yuan Chu flew around to the competition and selection report next to the arena.
When Dao Wuliang found out that this competition was actually opened an external gambling game, with the gambling money of up to tens of billions of source stones, they couldn't sit still, so each of them pressed 100 million source stones. Suyuanchu would be one of the winners, and the ratio was as high as 100 million. The three of them thought that after the competition competition, each person could get 10 billion source stones. They were so beautiful that they had absolute confidence in Yuanchu's strength.
If Yuan Chu knew that Dao Wuliang had gambled on him again, he would have suppressed the one billion Yuan stones without hesitation and asked to divide them. However, he would not have time to consider these things at this time, because the competition was about to begin.
He soon arrived at the registration place. After registering, he was assigned to the fifth arena. Just as he was about to enter the arena, a sneer suddenly came from behind: "Oh, isn't this the guest elder of the Li family? It seems that he is called Yuanchu, right? Do you still remember me?"
Yuan Chu suddenly turned around and saw Wang Ba, the mistress, smiling at him. He deliberately joked: "Isn't this Young Master Wang Ba? Why can't I remember you? I have always been very impressed by waste. Why do you have something to ask me for revenge? I can give you a chance, or you can also participate in the selection, maybe you can kill me in there!"
Wang Ba smiled disdainfully: "Hmph, I will definitely get your dog's life, but I don't need me. Why use slaughtering a knives to kill chickens? Don't worry, I'll decide your dog's life today, because there is an absolutely ruthless character among the warriors sent by our Wang family this time, and he will greet you well on my behalf. By the way, I forgot to tell you, his nickname is Butcher, so you can enjoy the feeling of him tearing you to pieces, hahahaha!"
As he said that, Wang Ba laughed and left, as if Yuan Chu was already a dead person in his eyes, and he was too lazy to take a look. Yuan Chu looked at Wang Ba’s extremely arrogant back, smiled bitterly, and shook his head, and then walked into the fifth arena indifferently.
When Yuan Chu entered the Fifth Arena, more than a thousand people had arrived here. Everyone was very alert and hostile to everyone around him, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face, as if everyone here was their own prey.
They really don't need to be friendly to others, because everyone here is their own enemy, and most of the people here will eventually be killed, and only the strongest people and a few lucky people can eventually survive.
However, if you want to be the strongest person here, you must be the first to complete the Thousand Person Slash, which means that the champions of each group must be the first to kill a thousand people. Of course, if you want to complete the Thousand Person Slash, you do not have to kill a thousand people with your own hands. In fact, when a person kills his opponent, the opponent's record will automatically accumulate on himself, which can greatly improve the efficiency and excitement of the game.
More than a thousand people here are recommended by countless families of all sizes in the Divine City. Each family, no matter how big or small, must recommend at least one person to participate in the competition. Some big families may recommend more than ten people at one time. It is rare for a second-rate family like the Li family to recommend only one person, but there is no way. Who made the right warriors of the Li family die? Yuan Chu is still a temporary guest player.
Yuanchu ignored the hostile eyes of these people, but found a quiet corner, and began to close his eyes and rest, waiting for the official start of the competition.
A moment later, a young man in a yellow robe stood up on the east stand. This man was about the same age as Yuan Chu, but his royal aura was not concealed at all. This man was the eldest son of the Lord of the Zhenshen Palace, the prince of the Zhenshen Palace, and the prince of the Zhenshen Palace, and the God Invincible.
Next to Shen Wudi sat a beautiful god-like beauty in a yellow robe. She looked very dignified, but Yuan Chu found that there was a hint of undetectable unrestrained and sinister atmosphere hidden deep in the eyes of this woman. Although her face was beautiful, her charming aura was too strong, and she almost engraved the word "dessip". She was the eldest daughter of Shenfeng, the princess of the True God Palace, and the Goddess.
Shen Wudi glanced at the whole audience indifferently, and then spoke loudly: "All the warriors of the gods, today you will usher in the most glorious moment in your life. Today you will use your bravery and strength to prove that you are the best warriors of the gods. Tomorrow you will use the blood of the enemy to write the chapter of the glory of my gods. The rules of this competition are the same as in previous years. You will be divided into five groups, and only one person in each group can become the champion, representing the gods and the miscellaneous people in the Gods Temple, Okay, the game begins now!"
As soon as Shen Wudi finished speaking, the battle began. Five warriors flew up from the five huge arenas. They were all seed players selected for this competition, and they are also the so-called champions, and they are basically designated by the gods.
Of course, they must face the challenges of all warriors. If a dark horse emerges halfway, they will only be killed and become a stepping stone for others to achieve success. However, this possibility is not great. After all, there are basically those young masters in the gods, except for Yuanchu.
I saw a powerful warrior flying up from five huge rings. The first ring was a thin and dry warrior. This person's body was so weak that the second-level wind could blow him out more than a dozen of them. However, Yuan Chu could clearly sense that this guy had extremely powerful soul cultivation and was a real soul cultivator.
After the guy came on stage, he didn't say anything, but just pointed at the dozens of warriors below the stage and hooked his fingers, meaning that they would let them go together. The look of contempt and disdain was not concealed at all. The dozens of warriors near the ring were the best in their families. How could they bear such humiliation? They immediately flew over to the ring together, surrounded him, and then looked at each other, and rushed towards him at the same time.
The soul cultivator attacked dozens of people at the same time, without any nervousness and fear, and still looked at them with disdain, but there was a strange black fog raging at the center of his eyebrows. Just when dozens of people were only two or three feet away from him, suddenly, the soul cultivator suddenly made countless strange handprints, bent his eyebrows, and the black fog at the center of his eyebrows began to boil violently, and then suddenly spread around like a storm, with extremely fast speed and instantly passed through the heads of dozens of people.
The black mist passed through the body as if passing through a thin piece of paper. The people were all stunned and still in their attacking posture. There were no scars on their bodies, but they were dead and their souls were completely dispersed. The soul storm had instantly crushed their souls. They have now become walking dead.
The soul cultivator sneered and pointed his eyebrows again. Dozens of souls suddenly entered the heads of these corpses like lightning. Dozens of dull eyes suddenly became bright and energetic, and the same expression appeared on their faces as the soul cultivator. They all stood behind the soul cultivator and became bodyguards.
This fearful scene suddenly shocked the warriors around the ring. This is too terrifying. Dozens of people were killed in an instant, and silently, and they didn't even make a scream, and they didn't even know how they died. How could they fight in this ring? But if they don't fight, they have to fight. Otherwise, if they voluntarily abstain from the power, the family will be severely punished, and how will they defend the honor of their god-sected warriors? Even though they know they are dead, they have no choice.
After seeing the techniques of this strange soul cultivator, Yuanchu took a breath. This person's soul martial arts are also extremely powerful, and they are similar to his soul control skills. They are definitely not under his soul control skills. Yuanchu knew that this person would definitely become the champion of the first group, without any suspense.
The second group of the ring officers on the arena were a powerful sword cultivator. A big sword with a cold light that was about two feet long looked creepy.
He saw that the soul cultivator did not make a single fight, but started a group fight from the beginning. He smiled slightly. As the striking officer of this group, he would naturally not let the soul cultivator compete.
So he glanced at the warriors indifferently and sneered: "Don't waste my time, you wastes, get enough 100 people to come together, so I can save trouble!"
The warriors in the audience also knew that this guy was known as a sword fool. He had never met a match for a mediocre sword, which was extremely difficult to deal with. But even so, everyone could not scare him. So, warriors who were not afraid of death flew onto the ring. In a short while, they had enough 100 people. These people were holding the guys in their hands, staring at the sword cultivator coldly, and launching an attack at any time.
The powerful sword cultivator ignored the fierce eyes of these people. His eyes seemed to open and close, as if he was asleep. Hundreds of people looked at each other, then nodded at the same time, and rushed towards him with a roar, waving his sword.
Just when everyone was only two or three feet away from him, he suddenly opened his eyes, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. A cold light flashed by. The two-meter-long Lulu sword brushed and returned to the sheath again. The speed was extremely fast. If he didn't sense it carefully, he wouldn't have noticed that he had drawn his sword just now.
After the cold light, hundreds of warriors stood there in place, maintaining their attacking posture, their eyes full of unbelievable expressions before death. Suddenly, all the weapons in their hands were broken into two pieces, and a blood sword suddenly spurted out from their necks, hundreds of heads soared into the air at the same time, and the back of their heads and their bodies were instantly torn apart by the sword energy transmitted into their bodies, bursting open with a bang.