"Actually, the original purpose of the Sacred War of the Hundred Races was to resolve conflicts and avoid bloodshed. As a result, deaths and injuries were avoided in the arenas as much as possible, so killing and revenge were not the goals of the Sacred War. However, it was an arena battle after all, so no matter how perfect the rules were, there would still be loopholes. Furthermore, there were many participants who let their emotions affect their decisions and fought to the death in the arenas. As a result, deaths and injuries have always existed in the arenas over the years."
In the end, Fatty Luo sighed with emotion.
Li Mu thought highly of this business-like leader of the Xuan Tian Sect.
After talking for a while, Fatty Luo, who had gained Li Mu's approval, was in a good mood. He took Yun Shuangying and several other people of the sect to the magic altar to get the divine jade and fairy card, which was equivalent to the official registration of the contestants.
"Hey, let me tell you, you will have another surprise in this holy war."
The old faker's expression was very mean.
Li Mu didn't know what to say.
However, with the mechanism of admitting defeat on the divine jade and fairy card, Li Mu didn't have to worry as much as before. Therefore, it was acceptable for Guo Yuqing, Qiu Yin, and the others to participate in the competition.
"Will this affect the performance of the human race in the holy war?"
Li Mu asked the old faker.
The old faker snorted.
Anyway, the original sects and masters of the places he borrowed were all small sects. Almost all of them couldn't survive the first round, so he didn't care at all.
Looking at the old faker's wretched face, Li Mu suddenly felt that what he said made sense.
Meanwhile, Wang Shiyu came to the Taoist Palace for a walk. Seeing that Li Mu and Hua Xiangrong lived in the same room, she was a little jealous and clamored to compete with Hua Xiangrong in the arena. Finally, she left with a whimper.
One day later, the cyan ox took Li Mu and the others to the Reincarnation Fairy Ball for registration.
It was indeed a holy land of fighting. There was an exclusive VIP channel. In less than half an hour, the registration was completed. The so-called registration process was also very simple. They just needed to press their palm on the specific jade on the magic altar and release their Genuine Qi.
Li Mu received his own Divine Jade Token — a palm-sized jade token that could be nourished in the Sea of Consciousness. It was made of an unknown material, incomparably hard, and had excellent conductivity. Both sides were as smooth as a mirror. There was no inscription on it, but a number was engraved on it — '9607'.
"967? This is my serial number, right? "
Li Mu was deep in thought.
The entire Land of Immortal Ascension was filled with a tense atmosphere.
The Land of Chaos was known as the Hundred Races, and it wasn't just a bluff.
Other than the human race, there were also the monster race, the beast race, the winged race, the extraterrestrial devil race, the ghost race, the burning race, the soul race, the spirit race, and so on. The monster race was further divided into different branches, such as the tiger race, the fox race, the ape race, the wolf race, the corpse race, and so on. There were also countless other smaller branches. The extraterrestrial devil race was further divided into four major branches, namely the Wind and Cloud branch, the Golden Light branch, the Blood Fiend branch, and the Xuance branch.
The Immortal Ascension Grounds, which spanned a radius of a few thousand kilometers, seemed a little crowded with all the powerful beings from the Hundred Races.
The world of martial artists was never short of disputes.
This was especially so for large races like the Human Race and the Extraterrestrial Demons. They had always been enemies, and there was a deep hatred between them. Although their residences were quite far away from each other, they could still feel the tense atmosphere between them.
The other races also had their own hatred for each other. If it wasn't for the fact that the holy war of the Hundred Races was a tradition that had lasted for tens of thousands of years, and was protected by the will of all the Martial Emperors in the world, there would have been rivers of blood and mountains of corpses before the arena matches began.
Another day passed.
The holy war of the Hundred Races officially began.
There were a total of one thousand rock mushroom arenas, so only one thousand arena matches could be held at a time.
Li Mu's serial number was 967, and he was in the first batch.
Following the guidance of the divine jade token, Li Mu was directly sent to a mushroom arena after entering the transmission formation.
At the same time, there were three other experts from other races — a female cultivator of the Fox race, a ten-winged angel of the Feather race, and a dark red ghost of the Ghost race.
"I don't want to kill. You three weak trash, if you know what's good for you, admit defeat."
The Feather race was all good-looking, and this ten-winged angel was no exception. He had the common problem of the Feather race cultivators — arrogance and condescension. With ten wings, he was indeed an expert among experts, an expert of the Sixth Heaven of Dao Master or above.
And the female cultivator of the Fox race was around the peak of the Great Dao realm. Her dark red ghost technique was special, and she was about the first heaven of Dao Master.
Li Mu had been restraining his aura, and on the surface, his cultivation was at the peak of the Great Dao.
"Brothers, let's join forces to defeat this Feather race first, and then we'll talk about other things. Otherwise, we won't have a chance." The female cultivator of the Fox race spoke, and there was a natural charm in her voice that made one's bones and flesh numb. This was the unique charm technique of the Fox race. At this moment, the female cultivator, who was already beautiful, was as beautiful as a fairy from heaven.
Eliminating three out of four people required strategy as well.
Generally speaking, if their strength was average, they could only rely on their own abilities. If one of the four was much stronger than the other, he would easily become the target of the other three and be ganged up on.
Li Mu had wanted to show off and say, "There's no need. The three of you can scram together." But on second thought, he had come to the Holy War arena to spy on and summarize the martial arts of the major races, as well as the characteristics and mysteries of the Cultivation Methods. There was no need for him to finish the battle easily just to show off. So, he agreed to the suggestion of the female cultivator of the Fox race.
After a round of battle, the ten-winged angel, who had not been equipped and had been taken advantage of, became the first to be eliminated.
The ashen-faced ten-winged angel was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He scratched his head, unable to understand. His strength was clearly much higher than the other three, and he was not afraid of the three of them joining forces. So, why did he still lose in such a muddle?
Next, Li Mu pretended to spend some effort to eliminate the aristocrat Ghost Shadow and the female cultivator of the Fox race.
At the last moment, the female cultivator of the Fox race was as mad and confused as the ten-winged angel. She felt that she had clearly bewitched that human, but at the last moment, that human actually came to his senses?
For Li Mu, the first round was more like playing house. He had learned a little by observing the Cultivation Methods and Cultivation Methods of the other alien races, but if he wanted to learn more, he had to fight with the real experts of the alien races.
The first round of the preliminaries was still going on.
Some cultivators in the arenas were caught in a bitter battle. After a day and a night, they still could not determine the final number. Some battles in the arenas ended very quickly. Once they were over, the Reincarnation Celestial Ball would send the people in the next round to fight in the arenas.
After Li Mu came out, he looked at the Immortal Ascension Roll.
On the pillar in the south, names had begun to emerge, all of which were the cultivators who had passed the first round of the preliminaries. Li Mu's name was impressively among them. However, the order of the names was based on the time when the battles ended, not the real strength, so it did not explain much.
After a while, Li Mu saw Wang Shiyu's and Hua Xiangrong's names also appear on the Immortal Ascension Roll. Then, he saw Yuan Hou's name, and … Qing Feng's name.
"Damn it …"
Li Mu suddenly thought of the old faker's gradually changing expression. Was this the so-called "surprise"?
"Li Mu, I'm back."
Wang Shiyu ran over with a proud face and said, "Haha, I met a tree spirit, a wild boar spirit, and a winged birdman. I killed them three times with one strike of my sword. It took me 12 seconds to finish the battle. What do you think? Am I good?"
"You killed all three?" Li Mu was a little speechless.
Wang Shiyu said, "Yes, yes. Didn't you tell me not to kill too many?"
Li Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
The first round of the preliminaries lasted about three days and three nights. Finally, it was completely over. In the end, the number of people on the Immortal Ascension Roll was fixed at 25,716.
Among them, Bi Yan, Bai Rushuang, Cyan Bull, Shi Baixuan, Zhi Qiance, and others were on the list.
The representatives of the Hidden Sword Sea were the other six swords except for the eldest Sword King, plus Wang Shiyu.
The other holy lands of the human race also had the descendants of the peerless talents who had been famous for a long time on the list.
That was all within Li Mu's expectation.
In addition, Li Mu unexpectedly saw the names of some other people, such as Lin Jingxin and Ye Ying. These two former captains of the silver scouts, under the arrangement of their respective families, had cultivated hard in seclusion. Finally, they gained something and killed their way through the round of the preliminaries.
That was also because they were relatively lucky and did not meet the really terrible experts.
After the first round of the preliminaries, the second round of the Immortal Seedling Battle began.
From this round onwards, all the matches would be one-on-one battles. For the participants, this would be the most direct way to display their cultivation, as well as the cruelest elimination round.
The number on the Divine Jade Fairy Card in Li Mu's hand had changed from nine hundred and sixty-seven to one hundred and forty-three. Li Mu hadn't figured out the reason for the change in the order. The Reincarnation Fairy Ball was too mysterious.
"Be careful. Don't try to be brave. If you can't beat your opponent, just admit defeat, understand?" Hua Xiangrong stepped onto the ring before Li Mu. The moment she stepped onto the ring, Li Mu couldn't help but remind her again and again.
"Okay." Hua Xiangrong smiled sweetly.
At this time, the eight huge square pillars around the magic altar released a strange silver light curtain, which were connected to each other and eventually formed eight huge screens. From top to bottom, they were divided into different small screens, which showed the battles on the 1,000 rock mushroom rings.
In this way, everyone else could find the battles they were watching from this screen.
Li Mu was quite surprised.
"Is this also one of the functions of the Reincarnation Fairy Ball?"
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