Chapter 600
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The air fell into a dead silence.
No one made a sound for a long time.
Although Shentu Weiran had failed several times before, he did not immediately sit down cross-legged and meditate after failing. Instead, he stood there with his spear in hand.
That motionless figure made people feel a sense of desolation and uneasiness.
It was not that he had lost his fighting spirit.
It was that he had used up all his strength in that attack just now without holding back.
Although he had experienced another failure, he had no place to reflect and refine himself!
Could it be that … the ninth stele of the Spiritual Slash Incantation was Shentu Weiran's limit?
Was this the furthest anyone who challenged the Crimson Gold Heavenly Lion could go in this Elixir Beast Competition?
Everyone stood on their tiptoes and looked at the white battle platform outside the stele.
A huge Crimson Gold Heavenly Lion was sleeping on the platform. Its thick long tail was occasionally sweeping, and its chest was heaving up and down, occasionally letting out comfortable snores.
The Heavenly Lion's head was tilted inwards, making it impossible for people to see its true appearance. They could only see the thick mane covering its chest and neck. Those gorgeous fur colors were like golden threads stretched out by the sun!
It was powerful and handsome.
Unfortunately …
It was a pity that the world had not seen its heroic appearance in battle. This was definitely the biggest regret of this Elixir Beast Competition in Dongling!
"Cang Mo, it's up to you to decide when to stop."
On the front peak, Master Yunchi's gaze landed on Cang Mo, the peak master of the Spiritual Gate's Great Chang Peak.
Cang Mo was a Nascent Soul cultivator. He cared about Shentu Weiran the most in this competition, and had even decided to make him a disciple of his Great Chang Peak.
However, Shentu Weiran had stopped at the Heavenly Lion trial. It seemed that he had done his best.
The Spiritual Gate's expectation for Shentu Weiran was that he could persist until he broke through the seventh level of the Spiritual Slash Incantation.
Now, he stood in front of the ninth stele. Although he had not successfully fought against the Heavenly Lion, this result had already exceeded expectations.
One had to know when to advance and when to retreat.
When it was time to stop, one had to stop.
Otherwise, overexerting one's potential would lead to Qi deviation. Moreover, this competition could not be delayed for one person.
"Yes!"
Cang Mo, who had received the order from Venerable Yunchi, had a conflicted expression on his face. After a moment of hesitation, he soared into the air, preparing to leap out of the front peak and announce the end of the competition to the world.
"Wait!" Lian Zizhuo suddenly spoke. His large hand pressed down, forcefully stopping Cang Mo from ending the competition.
At the same time, a strange buzzing sound came from underneath the stele forest!
What?
The trembling beneath his feet awoke Shentu Weiran from his dazed state. He restrained the various thoughts in his mind and looked with surprise at the slightly bulging mound of earth before the arena.
"What's underground?"
"What happened?"
Although it was only a very slight tremor, it caused great waves in the hearts of all the cultivators in the stele forest!
"Oh?"
A chaotic murmur could be heard.
Even the Crimson Gold Heavenly Lion, who was sleeping on the white fighting platform, woke up. It turned its head and slowly opened its eyes.
A ray of golden light immediately shot out from his eyes!
Boom!
Under everyone's puzzled and restless emotions, the foreign object underground finally gathered into an energy that broke out of the ground.
While everyone's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, a petite figure broke out of the ground with an aggressive red-headed centipede in tow!
Waves of earth flew everywhere!
Sand and gravel flew everywhere. The young girl was dressed in a green dress and looked travel-worn. However, there was a sweet smile on her rosy cheeks!
The Misty Cloud Silk was tied to a pair of lively golden bells that danced in the wind. Although the bells did not make any sound, at this moment, the hearts of all the spectators seemed to ring with a crisp bell sound.
Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring!
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