In the central arena of Immortal One Area, the noise was deafening. As soon as one entered the arena, one could feel the resonance of the rolling sound waves, which made all the hairs on one's body stand up. A wave of heat made people blush and sweat appeared on their foreheads.
This place was guarded by the tranquility array and had a constant and pleasant temperature. At this time, it was ignited by the enthusiasm of millions of spectators, as if a flame was burning, which made people unable to help but melt in it, laughing and shouting loudly with the people around them.
Even though the contestants had not yet entered the arena, the atmosphere in the arena had already heated up.
Because admission to the Grand Competition was not by ticket, and the good seats were first come, first served, many people came here long in advance to wait. In any case, for cultivators who were accustomed to secluded cultivation and had a long life, waiting for three to five days was nothing. At this time, the competition was about to begin, and the few days of boring waiting seemed to be worth it.
After an hour of noise, the atmosphere in the audience only increased. Many people who came later could not find a seat, so they would rather stand. Later on, they could not stand, and the arena did not allow flying swords to float, so they had to show their magical abilities. Some people with higher cultivation base wanted to use the spatial technique of mustard seed to open up their Immortal's Cave. As a result, as soon as they made their move, they were bounced out by the array in the arena and returned resentfully. Some clever ones came up with a way — to directly use the transformation technique to turn themselves into something like a fly or a mosquito. Suddenly, they felt that the space inside the arena was really vast.
Of course, although this kind of insignificant skill could solve the problem, it was really not good enough. As cultivators, most of them were people with prestige. Most of them could not bear to be so vicious to themselves, so they could only sigh.
Just as everyone was displaying their abilities, a few people finally walked onto the empty rostrum. It immediately attracted the attention of countless people.
They were the senior leaders of the Wanxian League, He Tu, Kuqin, Zhuri, Tianlun …
Feng Yin did not attend because he would go on stage in a while, so there was no need to go to the rostrum. In addition to the leaders of the four major sects, the rest of the high-level leaders followed. Among this group of people, the figure of Wang Lu was particularly eye-catching.
With his King Pill Stage, Wang Lu was ranked among the many Supreme cultivators. He was truly a strange flower in Nine Regions. However, this strange flower was very popular. After he appeared, the cheers from the audience were like a huge wave, which was even louder than when He Tu and the others appeared.
Wang Lu waved at the crowd in a very straightforward manner. His gaze lingered on many of the hot girls for a while longer. Then, seeing that Wang Wu was about to walk over, he sat down at ease and looked at the scene without looking sideways.
At the same time, someone finally arrived at the venue, attracting the attention of the audience.
They were the few cultivators at the peak of the Soul Formation Stage in this competition. Including the main team and the substitutes, there were a total of ten of them, led by Feng Yin.
Just as the audience was about to welcome them in with the warmest applause and cheer for them, a thunderous sound suddenly exploded in the audience.
"The Wanxian League's immortal arts are boundless, unifying the Three Realms!"
"Feng Yin Daoist Master is invincible! Suppress the entire universe! "
"The Fengtian Generals are invincible and invincible!"
"Fairy Lingyin has great magical power and shakes the group of immortals!"
These shouts made the millions of audience outside the venue change their countenance: What the hell is this?
From Feng Yin Daoist Master to the substitute Daoist Priest White Bone, everyone had a thunderous slogan. Just whispering it could make people's hair stand on end, let alone when it was shouted in unison from all directions. It was simply like a hundred claws scratching one's heart and making one's blood flow backward.
When everyone was feeling like they were better off dead, the sound of encouragement became louder and louder, shaking the whole venue slightly and making people's hearts flutter in the wind and rain. In a moment, the audience began to leave the auditorium. At first, it was a little bit, but then it was like a landslide or a tsunami. Like a dam collapsing, a large number of audience fled from the auditorium, leaving a lot of empty seats.
Many of the experts on the rostrum also looked very unnatural. After exchanging a few words with each other, they turned their eyes to Wang Lu. Obviously, this was the work of Wang Lu.
Wang Lu looked a little proud. "What do you think, Elders? These are the cheerleaders specially hired for this team fight. Aren't they full and powerful? "
The red-robed old ancestor, who had a close relationship with Wang Lu, coughed and looked at the auditorium that was one-fifth empty in an instant. He then asked Wang Lu, "Where did you find these weirdos?"
Wang Lu excitedly said, "There's a place called the Sea of Constellations. I wonder if Ancestor has heard of it? Although the strength of the cultivators over there is mediocre, they're really good at bragging! When I went there, the current Sect Leader personally performed a bragging performance for me! It was a gorgeous mess! If Ancestor needs it, I can ask them to write one for you. "
The red-robed old ancestor repeatedly waved his hand. "No need, I can't afford to lose this old face of mine."
"It's a pity. I've already asked them to prepare the lyrics for Supreme Hetu, Supreme Kuqin, and the others."
Hearing this, the cultivators of Shengjing Sect and Royal Soldier Sect were obviously a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, the Sect Leader was shrewd enough to keep his composure.
While Wang Lu and the red-robed old ancestor were talking, the cheerleaders of the Sea of Constellations finally began to quiet down.
Because the people on the opposite side had also begun to enter the arena, no matter how good the people of the Sea of Constellations were at bragging, they wouldn't be able to brag to the opposite side. Thus, they all sat back in their original positions to rest.
However, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw the cultivators of the Sea of Constellations take out all kinds of throat care pills. The colorful medicine bottles were very beautiful. A moment later, there was also a pot of jade pear ice soup. The color was amber, and it was sweet and pleasant. The cultivators took the medicine and drank the soup, contentedly beginning to care for their throats. These cultivators had no other strong points, but they had reached the pinnacle of this crooked way. At this time, in order to conserve their energy for the next match, they showed a very strong professional quality. In addition to the medicine soup, they also set up the Purifying Stainless Array to purify the air. They also took out a pot of dew flower branches, which overflowed with a dense mist. As soon as the surrounding people smelled it, they felt a clear and cold sensation in their throats, which was indescribably comfortable.
The Sea of Constellations was a remote corner of the Nine Regions, and the cultivators here were often regarded as natives. The strongest cultivator in the sect was only a Yuanying Stage cultivator, and it was still a weak Yuanying -3 or -4, which was really not good enough to be seen in public. Today, they were specially invited by Wang Lu to shine in front of the tens of thousands of people. These cultivators were highly excited. They rubbed their palms and from time to time, murmuring sounds came from their throats, which made the spectators sitting nearby feel terrified.
Not long after, the match officially began. The cultivators of the Sea of Constellations kept their soldiers for a thousand days, fully displaying the results of their maintenance!
"Feng Yin Daoist Master, domineering in the universe, unparalleled in the world!"
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For this match, the Wanxian League gave everything they had. Everyone knew that the odds of winning were slim, so they would do anything that could increase their odds of winning, even if it seemed ridiculous.
For example, the cheerleaders from the Sea of Constellations, the mysterious porcelain bottle contributed by the Kunlun Immortal Mountain before the match, the enthusiastic and cheerful Human Furnace team provided by the Yin and Yang Sect, and the exotic delicacies offered by their friends from the Western Continent who had the bloodline of the dragon race — according to Wang Lu, if they lost the match, they would have to eat the exotic delicacies until they were full …
At the same time, the Wanxian League was prepared to pay a heavy price — although Wang Lu had communicated with Xuan Mo in advance, and theoretically, there shouldn't be any heavy casualties, the battlefield was ever-changing. Who could guarantee that there wouldn't be any accidents? Therefore, at the beginning of the match, the eyes of countless cultivators in the audience gathered on the field, nervously praying for the people on the field.
In people's expectation, there were only the following situations that might happen: The Union of Ten Thousand Immortals, whose individual strength and team cooperation were lagging behind, would be easily crushed by the Earth Immortals, and Wang Lu's battle plan would be difficult to reverse. Or, in the case of falling behind in strength, the cultivators would struggle to hold on, and finally rely on an unexpected point to turn the tables at the critical moment, narrowly winning the match. Or, they would take advantage of Feng Yin Daoist Master's tyrannical strength to constantly move around, looking for opportunities to provoke the rhythm, and finally win the match.
But no matter what the possibility was, the Wanxian League would face a very difficult situation. After all, the gap in strength was obvious.
However, after two hours, the audience was almost silent. People looked at everything that happened in the field in disbelief. They were tongue-tied, and waves of emotions surged in their hearts. The feeling was indescribable.
In the field, five cultivators stood on the Milky Way Sword Array, and their immortal spells were like a storm, suppressing their opponents in the corner of the stone forest. Of the five opponents, only three were left, and they barely formed a Three Talents Formation, struggling under the fierce attacks.
Such a situation was actually perfectly in line with the initial expectations of many people. Because of the gap in strength, one or two people were killed in seconds, and the remaining three people tried their best to protect themselves, struggling at death's door, and then they were defeated miserably after a cup of tea's time.
But no one expected that the one being suppressed in the corner was not the Wanxian League's team, but Dixian.
Suan Xian, Xuan Mo, Bai Ze … They were suppressed by the storm-like spells, and from time to time, they had to deal with Feng Yin Daoist Master's Starry Immortal Sword. The scene was unspeakable.
And not far in front of the three of them, there were Xuerou Tu and Mirage Boy's bodies, which were split into two.
The bodies were real bodies, corpses that couldn't be resurrected. Even if the Dixian had great supernatural powers, they would still die, and after death, they would become corpses, and this was the scene in front of them.
Xuerou Tu and Mirage Boy, these two were also well-known figures in the Dixian camp. Mirage Boy once fought with Wang Wu, and although he was defeated, he showed his amazing attainments in illusions. In the battle between Xuerou Tu and Zhu Shiyao, although he was beaten by a sword, he still won by a narrow margin. These two were undoubtedly strong in the Dixian camp, and even the most optimistic people would not have predicted their deaths before the start of the competition.
But they died just like that. Less than half an hour after the start of the battle, the lone Xuerou Tu was successfully attacked by Feng Yin. The Starry Immortal Sword bypassed the human skin apron and went straight for Xuerou Tu's vital point, nailing Xuerou Tu's primordial spirit. Xuerou Tu was seriously injured and fled. Feng Yin's heart was moved and he wanted to show mercy, but the Fengtian Generals from the Royal Soldier Sect were merciless. With one chop of his axe, Xuerou Tu died.
At that time, when the Fengtian Generals found out that Xuerou Tu was really dead and couldn't be resurrected, they were very surprised and touched their head with their bloody hands. "Why is this son of a bitch so weak?"
After the death of Xuerou Tu, Feng Yin Daoist Master did the same thing and severely injured Mirage Boy. This Dixian with perfect illusions, for some reason, actually revealed a flaw in the illusion protection array, and his primordial spirit was also nailed. Then, the Fengtian Generals finished with one chop of the axe. Finally, looking at the two halves of the corpse, they were puzzled. "Did they do it on purpose?"
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