In this world, apart from cultivation, there was almost nothing that could make Xie Tian absent-minded. pbx.m
But the faint outline under the veil seemed to have this kind of power.
After a long while, Xie Tian took a deep breath and woke up from his absent-mindedness. He was covered in cold sweat.
The reason why he was absent-minded was not because of the veil, but because of the fear.
This kind of fear, ordinary people would not be able to feel it at all. Only those who had a certain level of attainment in killing were qualified to feel it.
This was a deep, thick, majestic, and unruly aura of killing.
It was as if the white Taoist robe was the sky.
If Celestial Garment wanted you to die, it was the sky that wanted you to die.
For a moment, Xie Tian thought of Wu Shang.
The number one God of Killing in the Nine Regions, the number one body cultivator in the Nine Regions.
Wu Shang could also give people this kind of feeling. Because for more than a thousand years, he had killed too many people and was infamous.
But the feeling that Celestial Garment gave people was innate.
Thinking of this, Xie Tian closed his eyes and began to compare himself with Celestial Garment.
The next moment, he opened his blood-red eyes again.
He found that there was no comparison.
With a sigh, Xie Tian cut off the frightening ripples in his heart and closed his five senses, leaving only one blood-red eye, looking at the white Taoist robe in Silence.
For Xie Tian's gaze, Celestial Garment, who was in a small world, did not feel anything. Even if this gaze was the most indifferent and ruthless.
But in her opinion, it still did not have any weight.
Yes, the gaze also had weight.
For example, Lin Wei, who was in the hut, inadvertently glanced at Xie Tian, who was sitting cross-legged in a remote place.
Then, Old Man of Heaven and Mr. Xiuyang also looked at him.
Finally, Chu Tiankuo frowned and his eyes fell on Xie Tian, motionless.
Lin Wei sighed when he saw this.
Chu Tiankuo's silent action made him vaguely sure that perhaps he could not touch Xie Tian anymore.
Old Man of the Heavenly Path and Mr. Xiuyang looked at each other. They also understood the meaning behind Chu Tiankuo's actions.
Because the reason why they glanced at Xie Tian was to probe Chu Tiankuo's intentions.
Now they knew the answer. pbx.m
No matter friend or foe, who would dare to act recklessly after being targeted by the Supreme Martial Artist of the Divine Slaying Temple?
Sword Immortal Duanmu's death was right before their eyes …
However, there were two questions that even the three Supremes could not understand.
Did Chu Tiankuo treat Xie Tian differently because of Chu Lingxian?
How would Chu Tiankuo treat Xie Tian?
In the end, Old Man of the Heavenly Dao's heart trembled as he thought of another problem.
Chu Tiankuo went back on his word. His hands were itching for a fight...
Therefore, the old man looked at Xie Tian again.
Apart from the inheritance of the Dark Blade and the Evil Emperor, Xie Tian was completely exposed to Old Man of the Heavenly Dao.
But Old Man of the Heavenly Dao was even more puzzled.
"With this kind of aptitude, this kind of killing, if he could complete his Dao foundation, he would at most enter the core sequence of the Heavenly Dao Sect. Would Chu Tiankuo take a fancy to him?"
He shook his head.
At this point, the name Xie Tian in the hearts of the three Supremes faded again until it disappeared.
However, they had overlooked one thing. Although the name Xie Tian was not enough to be engraved in their minds, it had appeared several times in their mouths, hearts, and eyes.
The ranking competition was the main event of the List of Three Thousand Fighters.
There were 100,000 people on each of the three lists. In order to determine who was superior in the small world of the ranking competition, all aspects such as comprehension, aptitude, killing, luck, and so on were tested.
Almost at the moment the ranking competition began, the fiery fighting scene had already begun in full swing.
Day and night, the sun and the moon alternated, and in the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.
As time passed, the changes in the ranking competition also became less intense. The closer it was to the end of the ranking competition, the fewer the changes in the rankings. On the last day, there was not even any change in the rankings.
The top 1000 of the three lists were the winners of this year's List of Three Thousand Fighters.
Regardless of whether they were ranked first or one thousand, they would all have the same title, Battle God.
For an entire half a month, Xie Tian's eyes did not even blink once.
For fifteen days, he did not look at Chu Lingxian even once. The white daoist robe in his left eye gradually became clear.
However, the price was that his right eye was bloodshot, and blood was flowing out.
Chu Tiankuo frowned slightly.
Because his cultivation was too low, Xie Tian could only use the stupidest method to collect information on the Celestial Garment.
Why did he collect information?
To be snobbish, it was for the Xuanyuan Battle Tablet in his hands. To be more melodramatic, it was for his precious son.
His right eye was bleeding, but this was only an external injury. Because he had seen the Celestial Garment for fifteen days, Xie Tian's sea of consciousness must have been severely injured.
And the pain of the sea of consciousness was the reason why Chu Tiankuo frowned.
He, who had unparalleled cultivation and killing, was also puzzled at this moment. Was there a need?
"It's futile to say that he can do it for me to see. If you say that he's sincere, we've only known each other for a few months, so how could he be so sincere …"
The Killing God Hall's Hall Master could not find an answer to this question.
When the vast voice rang out and the small world was filled with white light, the two hundred thousand lucky cultivators appeared on the arena. Xie Tian closed his right eye.
He closed it just in time.
Because the daoist eye behind the veil seemed to sense something and swept past where he was, but it did not discover anything.
Xie Tian broke out in a cold sweat again, and his heart was filled with helplessness.
"With such vigilance, how can Big Brother Ling Xian win?"
He knew very well that even though he looked away, the other party could still sense it because of the Battle Saint Celestial Art.
After comprehending 40% of the Battle Saint Celestial Art's charm, cultivators could faintly grasp an ability. This ability was similar to the Evil Emperor's ability to detect enemies, but it was also different. Xie Tian called it foresight.
It could foresee a danger that had yet to happen.
"I originally thought that only I could grasp this ability, but I didn't expect that anyone could do it after comprehending 40% of the charm …"
Although Xie Tian had comprehended 40%, he had not used it in all the previous battles.
This was his trump card, but it was also a poison that could seal one's throat.
Celestial Garment had only comprehended 40% of the Battle Saint Celestial Art's charm when he was in his twenties, but now there was a seventeen-year-old?
However, thinking about it from another perspective, Xie Tian felt a rare hint of pride.
"I can make her feel danger …"
This kind of thinking was a little shameless, but it also made him feel good about himself. Xie Tian sighed and endured the pain in his sea of consciousness to get up. He glanced at the rankings on the List of Three Thousand Fighters. When he saw that Devouring Cang was ranked third on the Divine Power Ranking, he smiled and turned to leave.
He already knew who was ranked first.
As for the second place, it was originally his position, but it was not important.
What was important was how to help the name below Celestial Garment on the Dao Venerate Ranking to turn the tables in the final stage of the main competition.
Not long after Xie Tian left, the List of Three Thousand Fighters entered a small high court and began to distribute the rewards according to the ranking.
At this time, a shadow of Old Man of the Heavenly Dao also arrived at the arena. Even Chu Lingxian knelt on one knee to listen to the decree.
The rewards of the List of Three Thousand Fighters converged into three long rivers that lingered in the sky above the arena. The treasures were dazzling and made people salivate.
There were ancient treasures, peerless elixirs, extraordinary Taoist scriptures, heavenly essence, and earthly essence … Every treasure thrown somewhere in the Three Thousand Worlds could cause a bloody storm.
The rewards were distributed according to the ranking. First, the top ten, then the top hundred, then the thousand Battle Gods.
"Senior Heavenly Dao!"
Chu Ling Xian giggled, and the arena instantly fell silent.
Old Man of the Heavenly Dao asked with a smile, "Ling Xian, what's the matter?"
"I want to ask, can I skip the list and choose the reward?" Chu Lingxian's face was full of anticipation.
"Haha, if it's someone else, it's up to you."
Everyone thought it through. After all, Chu Lingxian was the Young Master of the Shrine of Massacre. If he wanted to, even if he wanted to take all the rewards, Old Man of the Heavenly Dao would still dare to agree.
In order to take care of Chu Lingxian, Old Man of the Heavenly Dao waved his hand and one of the long rivers came to Chu Lingxian's head.
"Tsk tsk, the reward of Lu Xian's List …"
"That's nothing. I guess Tiandao Sect is even willing to give a fairy artifact …"
"Look, Lu Xian is about to cry, haha …"
…
Chu Lingxian looked at the long river above her head, shook her head and shouted, "Senior Heavenly Dao, change to another one!"
Everyone's eyes bulged. Lu Xian was already on the List, and she still wanted to change it? Wouldn't that be the List of Immortals?
Old Man of the Heavenly Dao was also slightly stunned. "Change to what?"
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