As soon as the words fell, Wen Zhong turned into a white light and spread back to the ground next to the ring.
Zhao Gongming stepped forward and said to Wen Zhongji: "I thought that Brother Wen Dao was enjoying the wealth and honor in the world in a big business and enjoying the prosperity of the golden house. He didn't even think about the Taoist sect's prosperity, and he had forgotten the hardships of cultivation. I didn't expect that I would not see Xiu for decades.
The speed of improvement is much faster than that of a poor Taoist."
Wen Zhong was also embarrassed to admit that he relied on drugs to improve his cultivation. Jishou said: "Brother Tao, my humble cultivation is still far behind Gongming."
Zhao Gongming asked again: "Brother Dao, is the so-called reward of answering space real? What is the use of 99x99 storage space?
"It's roughly equivalent to an unused magical power, which is quite interesting." Wen Zhong said as he danced his Taoist robe, and the male and female whips in his hands disappeared instantly.
The double whips disappeared so fast that even Zhao Gongming, with his extremely high level of cultivation, could not see them clearly. Even with his spiritual perception, he could completely detect the slightest breath of the male and female whips.
Seeing this, Zhao Gongming also nodded slightly. It is impossible for ordinary magical storage powers to achieve this level.
"I just counted. This storage space is a large space composed of 999 small spaces of unknown size. Every time you put an item in, it will occupy a space."
Wen Zhong had a great time taking out the male and female whips and the Thor's Hammer with only the handle left in his hand: "But it seems that the same things can be stacked in a small space."
Zhao Gongming made a congratulatory gesture: "Congratulations to Fellow Taoist Wen for acquiring this magical power."
The two did not deliberately shield anyone from their conversation. The monks present looked at Wen Zhong with a somewhat envious expression.
Even among the three religions, the magical power of space can be regarded as the top immortal method. For example, the Buddhist kingdom in the palm of the Western saint's palm, and the universe in the sleeves of Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals. Isn't that a method that only a top Daluo can master? Wen
Although the storage space obtained by Zhong is not as good as the two, it is still a rare thing.
At this moment, it's another world.
A flash of white light flashed, and the red-haired Thor half knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, reaching out and touching his neck and whispered: "Am I still alive?"
Although he, as the No. 1 God of War in Northern Europe, had won countless unwinnable wars and experienced countless life and death crises, this was the first time he had truly died...
[Ding, this entertainment competition has ended, the winner will get points, and the loser will be punished!]
[The second round of the Immortal Arena is about to begin. Those who are interested in participating, please press the red button in front of you. 】
[Friendly reminder: If the weapons and magic weapons dropped in this arena are picked up by enemies, they cannot be retrieved! 】
The Chaos Gate once again stood in the field, but this time no one came out of the gate.
"Brother Dao, why don't you go this time?" Wen Zhong said to Gong Ming with a smile.
"I think so too."
When Zhao Gongming was about to press the button in front of him, there was a sudden "ding" sound.
It turned out that it was Yuan Futong who pressed the button, thinking: "I and Wen Zhong are almost the same in strength. Wen Zhong won so easily. Isn't it possible that I got it with ease?"
Just when Yuan Futong turned into white light and appeared on the ring, a ball of black mist sprayed out from the chaos gate.
Yuan Futong swung his gun and blew away the black fog in an instant, revealing an extremely charming man.
He was flying in the mid-air, his black hair swaying freely like a waterfall, his demonic eyes like twinkling meteors, he was wearing a black and red cloak, with six pure white wings on his back, radiating light, and the surroundings were pure and pure, holy.
And the holy light shines.
The moment he landed, the pure white wings turned into deep black, and it felt as if he was being sucked in. The holy light that originally surrounded him also turned into countless burning black gas. Look at him carefully,
You can even hear countless creatures wailing and crying in your ears.
[The betting mode has been opened, please bet for your favorite candidates, Yuan Futong will pay 4 for one, and Lucifer will pay 1.5 for one!]
"This pig-headed monk is really Yuan Thief." Zishou couldn't help but sigh. He had long seen that the weird pig-headed monk looked like Yuan Futong, but he didn't dare to confirm it. After all, the difference was quite big.
At this time, a golden light shone through, and the venom in Yuan Futong's body dissipated and he returned to his original state.
Wearing a red-gold battle armor, the cloak on his back automatically moves without wind, his face is resolute and upright, his expression is indifferent, he stands with his gun pointed out, and he rides on a white horse. If you forget that he was just a pig-headed man, he looks like a handsome man.
Lucifer also looked up at him, his empty eyes shining with boundless black energy.
At this moment, a knight riding a red horse and holding a giant sword passed through the sky.
According to Western Bible legend, anyone who sees a red horse will fall into endless war and self-destruction until everyone in front of them is killed...
"Both players are in position, I declare that the battle has officially begun!" A deep male voice echoed in everyone's ears.
"Birdman! Die."
The moment the announcement was made, Yuan Futong moved.
He galloped towards the birdman in front of him, the spear in his hand became several times longer, and the roar of the silver dragon could be vaguely heard.
"Mortals, praise my god's name Lucifer, and you will have eternal life in hell." Lucifer watched the spear getting closer and closer to him, but he had no intention of dodging. He just opened his mouth and sang in a hoarse voice.
The next second, boundless black energy gathered into a ball, and a pitch-black shield stood in front of him.
"boom!"
Yuan Futong's spear-tip silver dragon collided with the pure black shield, making a huge explosion sound, and the shock wave shook the earth.
The moment the black shield was pierced by the silver dragon, Lucifer flew off the ground, spread out the pure black six wings behind him, and floated ten meters in the air.
Six pure black wings covered the sun and the sky, and the originally bright arena was instantly shrouded in darkness.
Two eyeballs suddenly appeared in his empty eyes, and there was a faint flash of red light. The next second, two black and red rays of light spurted out from Lucifer's eyes and shot towards Yuan Futong. The air seemed to turn into death.
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According to Western legend, everything under Lucifer's gaze in hell, including flowers, plants, trees, houses and buildings, will completely wither and decay.
The hoarse voice reached everyone's ears like a devil's whisper: "Looking directly at the dead will perish in hell forever..."
In the restaurant.
"This bird man is so weird, it makes me feel chilled all over."
"Yeah, every time I look at this birdman, I feel like tens of thousands of babies are crying in my ears." Another person received it tremblingly.
"It's just a bird, don't talk about it. Do you think Yuan Thief can win? I bet a full fifty points."
"It should be OK. Didn't Yuan Thief have a back-and-forth fight with Master Wen before? It's no problem to beat a birdman. I also bet eighty, I hope Yuan Thief won't let me down."
"How dare a mere bird talk in front of me?"
Yuan Futong let out a long roar, jumped up, and flew into the air, narrowly avoiding the eyes of Satan. The place where he originally stood was rotted into a bottomless crotch, and the white horse turned into pitch black dust.
But Yuan Futong, who jumped up, kept his momentum and slammed into Lucifer. His whole body shone with golden light, and actually illuminated the dark arena once again.
The fallen angel's whole body was washed with black energy, and he actually drew a piece of pure black armor and collided with Yuan Futong.
After a roar, Yuan Futong flew out from the center of the field, flying upside down for dozens of steps before barely stopping.
There was blood flowing from his left hand, and the right hand holding the gun was also numb. It seemed that the victory or defeat was determined.
Lucifer stretched out his hand towards the void, and the sword burning with black flame flew out from the chaotic void: "My sword... once swallowed the gods."
Woo~woo~
The surrounding space seemed to be frightened by this sword of hell, making wailing sounds.