(Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year, stay away from the virus, have a peaceful Spring Festival, don't forget to read "Doomsday Immortal"!)

Doomsday God City. Central University Campus.

The large campus that can accommodate 3 million people is full at the moment.

Today is the day of the competition for the leader of the Doomsday God Realm Alliance, and the monks of various sects and the representatives selected by various cities, including those who are watching the excitement of eating melons, have come here early.

This game, hosted by the Doomsday God City City Lord's Mansion, stipulates that monks who have cultivated above the hero level can come, which means that there is no threshold, so some monks wearing red hero monk uniforms are also mixed in, which looks extremely eye-catching.

Of course, they are all here to make soy sauce and join in the fun, and the real alliance leader has to be produced among the high-level monks such as the Heavenly Immortals and the Immortal King, but they are not without any benefits when they come, and at the same time, because outside the big school field, the monks spontaneously formed a market, and there are hundreds of thousands of stalls in it, and they can exchange things that they don't need for some resources they need.

At this moment, there are people fighting in the ten rings with a height of 20 zhang in the school field, and this event will be held for a total of a month, the first twenty-seven days, the top ten will be decided, and the last three days, the top ten will participate in the three-hundred-mile alliance doomsday secret realm trial, compete with each other, until the first place is decided.

"Hey, why is there a young man mixed in here, it's really a bedbug from swallowing melon seeds-why does everyone have it?"

Suddenly, the crowd pointed to a swaggering monk and spoke mockingly.

"This person is not good, but the two beauties around him are really beautiful, and it is really bad to put them next to him!"

"Who's to say it's not! A little young man, what kind of cow?"

"But don't underestimate the young man, I heard that there is a Terran monk, called the whimsical 70, that is, the young man, overnight, the headquarters of the Dark Alliance that has been entrenched for many years has been destroyed!"

"What? Shaoxia destroyed the headquarters where the Golden Immortal Peak Monk was sitting?"

"I've heard about it, too, and it's true!"

"And this man...... Could it be that man?"

"I can't say, so the trouble comes from the mouth, you must be careful!"

The onlookers chattered and said everything.

"Brother Tianma, what do they say about you!"

Lihuo whispered, today she was wearing a pink monk's dress, her face was covered with a light pink veil, and she looked so fairy-like.

"Hmph! Some secular people are just some secular people! The dog's eyes look at the existence of low people, so the master is not rare to pay attention to them, isn't it, master!"

Zhou Wan'er glanced at those people with disdain.

Today she was wearing a pale green monk's dress, the kind with a green heart, and her face was covered with a green light veil, which looked extremely delicate.

"Or Wan'er understands the master!"

Mu Ping raised his chin high and walked deliberately dangling, looking like a gentleman from a big family.

It was so amused that the second daughter couldn't help but sneer.

Mu Ping walked exaggeratedly, but his mental power never relaxed for a moment.

There is no doubt that the city lord of this Doomsday God City must be a person from the Dark Alliance, and its selection of the alliance leader is fake, and it is true to select ten people to resurrect the Heavenly Dao Worm King sealed under the Doomsday God Altar, it is ridiculous that these people are still fighting for the position of the alliance leader, but they don't know that even if they win, what awaits them is nothing but death or death.

What is it that concentrates the resources of the whole world and cultivates a Doomsday Immortal Venerable who saves the Doomsday God Realm, it's all nonsense!

In order to resurrect the Heavenly Dao Worm King, this Dark Alliance actually played such a big game of chess, which is really enough to play.

It's just that I don't know, the guy who created the doomsday game is still not there, if he is still here, he can search his soul well and find out where the teleportation array that is connected to the earth is, if he finds the teleportation array, then his cultivation and everything he has obtained here can be brought back smoothly, and he doesn't have to worry about the restrictions of this divine realm.

If you bring back all the 300,000 Chinese warriors, you can not only solve the matter of the secret books of the exercises, but also prevent them from losing their qi and blood, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds and an excellent thing?

As for whether they will make waves on the earth, this Mu Ping is not too worried, if there are people who make waves, they will be killed! No matter how you say it, you can't waste food because of choking, right?

"Huh, weird!"

Mu Ping muttered to himself.

"What's strange?"

Away from the fire, he paused.

"There should be a talent from the Dark Alliance here, why haven't you found any of them?"

Mu Ping's spiritual power swept the entire school field, and did not find the Zerg, Mist and Demon monks

According to the intelligence of the Zhou family, these three ethnic groups are the main force of the Dark Alliance, no one knows how many of them there are, and this Dark Alliance has been extremely mysterious since its establishment.

Not only that, but even the monks who fought in the ten rings were the highest in cultivation, and they were only in the early stage of the Earth Immortals, and judging from the intensity of their fights, they were just joking at all, and they didn't even count as fighting.

"Oh no, we're fooled, let's go!"

As soon as Mu Ping pulled away from the fire and Zhou Wan'er's sleeves, he wanted to fly away.

"Guy, boy, I just want to leave now, it's too late!"

"Whew-"

A gust of cloudy wind blew, the whole school field flew sand and stones, the painting style changed, the ten rings disappeared, and the three million spectators were also gone, and some were just the boundless darkness of pitch black and invisible fingers.

And the three of Mu Ping were like they were on death row.

"Don't move, everyone, this is a phantom array!"

Mu Ping let out a loud shout, stood in place, his spiritual power radiated out, and slowly, a trace of ruthlessness climbed into the corners of his mouth.

"Boy, aren't you a formation master?

Kunmai's voice came in ethereal.

"You might as well let your death understand, what you are entering now is the death of our Doomsday God Realm! There is only one fate for you, and that is - death!"

Mu Ping's head buzzed, and he painfully found that since Kun Mai said the dead word, the qi and blood in his body began to drain at an accelerated rate.

That's right, it's an accelerated drain, although his physical body is not here, but he can feel it deeply. Not only him, but even Lihuo and Zhou Wan'er's qi and blood are also draining.

This shows that there must be some kind of strangeness here, which can absorb the qi and blood of human beings.

If the reason for the loss is not found, I am afraid that it will not take three days, and he and his second daughter will have to become human beings.

There was a faint trace of regret in his heart, knowing that there were powerful monks here who could perfectly combine the real and virtual networks, wouldn't that be the ability that only the formation master had, or the immortal means, why was he still so big and so self-defeating?

But this trace of remorse was quickly replaced by hatred, since the other party dared to make such a big bet to harm himself, then why did he keep fighting back?