Chapter 806

Yi Heng held his breath and pinched his fingernails into his chest muscles. Before the blood came out, he clenched his fingers tightly, like pinching the heart that was about to jump out of his chest.

"Friar of the human race, ninetieth..."

Xuanyuan does not break the rich voice, with the past crisp has obvious difference, this time dragged a long, long time, it seems that did not decide to use more than 90 in the end.

The long sound, like the rope tied to the waist before, pinched the necks of 53 monks in the 95 stone room tightly, which made their heart beat faster and almost suffocated.

"Ninety seven goes to war..."

"Hoo..."

Yi Heng's tight back collapses instantly. A stream of heat flows from the vest to the only pants, then along the two strands, down the stream, dripping on the ground.

The burning smell of urine came from the side and rushed into his nostrils. He didn't have any disdain. He didn't even have a wrinkle on his brow.

He didn't look around, because he knew that if he hadn't experienced countless life and death dangers and the waiting before he died, his performance would never have been much better than them.

"Soul 21, Terran 97, please enter immediately!" The host's unquestionable voice rang out, the whole cave surrounded by his voice, but there was no trace of both sides of the soul clan.

Yi Heng has a sense of survival in his heart. Regardless of the sweat flowing from his naked upper body, he can't wait for the two sides who are named to delay.

But then he shook his head to himself.

It's absolutely impossible to delay time. Without the host's urging, the next breath will surely show up.

In the previous ten games, there were delays, but they finally paid the price of being killed in an instant.

At that time, they knew that even if they were hiding in the stone chamber, they could not escape from the palm of the man's hand.

Kill whoever you want and wherever you want.

Thousands of friars of all nationalities are like ants in front of a giant in the starry sky. No matter how many they are, they can't live or die by themselves.

Sure enough, within a breath, we heard "swish, swish, swish" sounds. One by one, the figures rushed out of the stone chamber on the opposite cave wall. In a moment, they had already landed on the bloody life and death platform.

"Puff, puff, puff..." The soul monk standing on the platform of life and death looks white. He is so scared that Yi Heng quickly moves his eyes, as if to tell the other party that he is not No. 97.

To his relief, the eyes of the soul clan glided through their hole and continued to move upward. Finally, they stayed two feet above them and did not move any more.

Like all the friars in the stone chamber, he looked at the entrance of the stone chamber secretly.

The soul friars no longer have the arrogance of the first scene. When they fall on the stage of life and death, they dare not take a heavy step, nor can they take a light step.

Even if someone can live to the end, who can guarantee that it must be himself?

He frowned slightly. He didn't know if he could save his life after he really came on stage.

"Boom", the familiar white light flashed in the middle of the stage of life and death, not many, just divided the stage of life and death into two equally.

On the other side of the white light barrier, the dense figure of the soul clan was indistinct, unable to see the desperate eyes and white faces.

"Die, die, go..." There was a big drink on the top of my head, and then I heard a "whoosh" sound coming down.

In his eyes, a series of figures flashed by, and in his breath, the 52 friars had fallen on the stage of life and death.

Dressed in a uniform linen Daoist costume, with his back to him, and across the white light barrier, he stands opposite the ghost clan that can be seen faintly on the opposite side.

"Up At the beginning, one of them gave a loud drink, carried enough mana, and roared, "fellow Taoists, if you die, you will die. Why are you afraid of it? I've been waiting for many years in the world of free cultivation for immortals. Have there been fewer cases of beating people to death? "

"... was it ever less?"

"... was it ever less?"

......

A rhetorical question reverberated in the cave, and Yi Heng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's true that Hua escaped from the pursuit of Mahayana friars. Although he ended up in prison, he made me live nearly a thousand years in vain. Today, if I die, I will die. What's the fear?"

On the stage of life and death, a short man's legs trembled, but he straightened his waist.

"Well! Emboldened by words? What's the use? "

Cold hum came from the other side of the white light barrier.

"Yes..."

"Boom!"

The hearts of all the people were shocked and their eyes were closed.

On the stage of life and death, the two sides were about to scold each other. The white light barrier disappeared in an instant. At the slightest moment, they could not open their mouth. They pinched their fingers one after another, sacrificed their magic and attacked each other.

Since the two sides attacked the white light barrier in the first battle, the friars of the two sides behind were obedient and didn't dare to attack the white light barrier any more. When they landed on the stage, they were ready at any time. Once the white light barrier disappeared, they immediately killed each other.

Even if Yi Heng closed his eyes, he could imagine the magic dancing all over the sky on the platform of birth and death.

There was no defense on both sides, no evasion.

Personal strength can't prevent so many attacks at all, and it's hard to avoid the small platform of life and death.

In addition to strength, there is only luck.

But he knew that under this kind of undifferentiated attack, after a blow, there would be very few monks alive on the platform of life and death except for blood and meat.

"Boom boom..."

The sorcery of the Terran friars, with a roaring voice and colorful colors, immediately fell into the group of the soul friars.

The void in front of the monk's forehead was twisted, and invisible soul attacks rushed through the magic to the monk's head.

"Crackle..."

"Bang Bang..."

During breathing, the dense soul friars were blasted by the magic. Before there was blood flying, they could see their limbs separated from their bodies.

Among the Terran friars, there was a dull sound, more than ten friars' heads exploded instantly, and their brains flew everywhere.

The headless corpse turned over and fell on the platform of life and death. The blood from his head and neck made the platform of life and death bright red.

There was no cry, no cry for help, no sound of pain, not even the sound of reciting the Dharma.

"Boom boom..."

No dead friars react, right hand suddenly toward the opposite, a magic again out of thin air, overwhelming crazy hit.

Purple lightning call, dark red flame ferocious, transparent ice thorn shout.

Occasionally mixed with the instant disappearance of the word "Qian" disappeared in the void, which surprised Yi Heng.

He carefully counted the 31 monks left after the first attack, but his thoughts slowly flew away.

On Xun Xing, if you enter Yimen, you will learn eight character formula.

Heaven and Earth Shock gen, from kanduxun, these eight characters have great power, no one knows.

But it's easy to get the method of word formula cultivation, but it's more difficult to reach the peak.

Just like himself, the five word formula of Qian Kun Xun Zhen Gen has been practiced for a long time, but never to the peak.

On the surface, it seems that it is already the peak, but he knows that what he has gained is nothing compared with the essence of Yimen disciples.

For example, after realizing the morality and justice of the word Xun on earth, we find that there is still more room for improvement. As long as we give him time to perfectly combine the Tao and the word Xun, how powerful is it?

From this, we can infer that the other formulas of Chinese characters need to realize the corresponding morality and justice in order to exert their greatest power. Compared with the Qianxing, can we realize the morality and justice of QIANZI?

"Poof

"Stop ~"

His thoughts were interrupted by his hoarse voice. He immediately opened his eyes and looked at the place where the voice came from.

Through the entrance of the stone chamber, you can see the platform of life and death.

At this time, only four friars were left standing askew on the stage.

His eyes suddenly brightened, he straightened up, and his breathing became short.

It seems that three of the four monks who are about to fall are Terran monks.

He immediately covered the platform of life and death with his divine consciousness. He seemed to be incredulous and searched everywhere.

The platform of life and death with a radius of 100 Zhang is very big for mortals, but it is only a slap in the face for monks' divine knowledge.

In a flash, he did not find any other friars standing, even those lying on the platform of life and death.

There are breathing, there is life, really only four monks standing askew.

Although their faces are ferocious, their eyes are red, their hands are missing, their feet are broken, and their bones are white, they still breathe and live.

"Our biggest advantage over them is morale?" He asked to himself.

This time, there is little difference between the two sides in their cultivation state. The highest is just the peak of the cultivation period.

But it's really hard to believe that there should be such a situation in the end.

"Hunmanyu, is that what you call wonderful?" There was a gloomy voice of questioning from above. Obviously, he didn't believe in the ending and was even more dissatisfied.

"This..."

"Well! It's a small thing to lose the Lingshi, but let the Terran win? What a shame? "

Before hunman Yu could find an excuse, another roar interrupted her.

"Ha ha, everyone, it's just a fluke, it's just a fluke!" Xuanyuan not broken, the voice became a little frivolous, this modest words how to listen to all feel proud.

"These three people's friars Tianmou bought it, Xuanyuan Daoyou make a price!"

Yi Heng suddenly raised his head. Although he could not see the monk speaking above, his eyes were full of joy.

"Ha ha, my God, I'm so upset. These three people are lucky enough to win. Do you really want to buy it?"

"Although his accomplishments are low, most of his life depends on luck, but Tianmou is satisfied. How many spirit stones do he need?"

"That's true. It's their luck. Please make an offer." Xuanyuan does not break after frivolity, and finally become calm again.

"Three hundred thousand!"

"Deal!"

The short deal brightened the eyes of all the friars in room 95.