Changsheng stood in the teleportation array that had already begun to operate in the square, raised his hand slightly and rubbed his eyebrows.

To be honest, he was already a little tired of this so-called sect competition.

At first, he just wanted to use the sect's big competition to make a name for himself, so as to increase his influence in the Qiongyu Sect, and then make Bo Qing repay his bitter fruit and blood debts.

However, this unconventional real body fight made him feel extremely irritable, and the bandit behavior of the organizer who did not even let him quit made him extremely disgusted.

He can actually guess why the organizers are so laissez-faire.

On the one hand, it is because the search for bones is indeed very strong, and on the other hand, because the forces standing behind the organizers want to use this live broadcast of the finals to further promote the concept of the law of the jungle, so as to pave the way for the outbreak of wars in various planes of the Three Thousand Worlds in advance.

It's not like he's guessing.

From the overheated publicity of this year's Zongmen Dabi to the last two large-scale all-plane live broadcasts, the intentions of these people can be more or less glimpsed. If it weren't for a deeper purpose, they wouldn't have had to spend so much money on it.

Although this format made him famous faster and had more fans, Changsheng didn't like the feeling of being someone else's pawn at all.

If he had the chance, he would have preferred to stand in front of the condescending chessboard and throw a mischievous piece as if nothing had happened, causing the whole game to collapse.

And now...... The moment Changsheng saw clearly the secret realm to which he was teleported, he suddenly hooked his lips and smiled.

And now, it seems, the opportunity has come.

Today, the venue for their final is still on an island. Only this time, the contestants were far less comfortable than before.

Because this island is called the island of natural disasters.

It is rumored that this island was jointly built by some sects of the Great Thousand World in order to sharpen their descendants, and they inflicted all kinds of natural disasters on this island, so that the entire island was rampant.

For the contestants, other contestants are certainly dangerous, but this island of natural disasters is not a kind person. After all, whether it was an earthquake or a tsunami, or a thunderstorm and wildfire, they could accidentally take the lives of these low-level monks.

Fortunately, Changsheng has always been cautious. Before the light of the teleportation array faded, he had already slammed forward with his neat movements. In the next second, a pale thunderbolt fell silently, and then exploded where he had originally landed.

The overly deafening roar caused Changsheng to frown subconsciously. But he didn't have the heart to complain about anything now, because the thunder just now was just the beginning, and then one thunderbolt after another clashed down irregularly, slashing at his side wildly.

Changsheng dodged the thunderbolt while sighing at his damn luck.

When he used to drink and chat with Jiang Jue, he happened to hear Jiang Jue mention this island.

So he knew very well that although there were many natural disasters on this island, there were not many places as dangerous as minefields.

Not to mention that Changsheng had never mentioned the situation on the island roughly, even if he didn't know anything about the island, he didn't think that every contestant would have such a warm heavenly thunder to greet them when they landed.

Because if this is the case, it is estimated that half of these contestants will have to die as soon as the big competition opens, so what else is there to see in this big competition? Is it difficult to see which of the 100 contestants dies the fastest?

Now there will be such a situation, in the final analysis, it is only because of his own bad luck that he will be teleported into this minefield of death.

And that's exactly what happened.

The other contestants either landed on lakes and swamps or in the forests and mountains, and although there were some dangers, they did not end up dying on the ground. There are very few people who teleport to minefields and the like like immortals.

While the audience in front of the spirit mirror pinched a cold sweat for Changsheng, they couldn't help but sigh at Changsheng's bad luck. However, just as they were talking, Changsheng's next action directly caused everyone to gasp.

I saw Changsheng's feet in the minefield, and then he actually leaned over the ground against the thunder and picked a purple-black flower!

At the moment when he picked the flowers, another thunderbolt passed by his side dangerously and dangerously. Obviously, if he had been the slightest slower in picking flowers, the surging thunder would have cut him to pieces without mercy.

"Is this guy crazy? The thunder above his head is still in the mood to pick flowers?!" said a spectator in front of the spirit mirror in a sense of absurdity. If he came from Earth and had a rich vocabulary, he would definitely scold Changsheng for pretending to be too much at this time.

"Oh my God! That scene just now really scared me to death! That's not how you look for death, is it?"

The other audience members were stunned for a moment and then slowly came back to their senses. They exhaled to calm their hearts, which had been beating wildly since the beginning, and the series of complaints came out one after another.

When they were almost done complaining and then looked up at the live broadcast in the spirit mirror, they found that Changsheng had long been out of the minefield, and at this moment he was sitting on a tree playing with the flower he had picked at the risk of death.

"Maybe I'm not too lucky, but I'm too lucky......" Changsheng stared at the purple-black flower lying in his palm, his fingertips brushing the delicate nine petals inch by inch, and then muttered something in a very low voice.

That's Thunder Flower.

The flowers bloom with nine petals, secretly entangled with thunder.

Although one flower is of little use, if a dozen or so flowers bloom together, it is enough to summon a surging thunder. Even the minefield that took people's lives just now was created by taking advantage of the characteristics of this flower.

Changsheng half-leaned on the trunk of the tree and was slightly distracted.

The moment he saw the Thunder Flower, he suddenly understood why he was already so powerful back then, but he would personally come to such a place where there was no fun except natural disasters.

It was only because the general of the year was still longing for the miracle of resurrection from the dead, and he wanted to find the place where the ninety-nine thunder flowers would bloom at one time, so that his old people could come back to life.

It's not this thing that really makes immortality divine. He was just wondering who was the original legend that the ninety-nine thunder flowers could bring people back to the world once they bloomed?

This island can be described as the backyard of those ancient sects in the world. Many years ago, he forcibly came here for such a news that he didn't know whether it was true or false, and he didn't have to guess that he would offend a large number of people because of it.

And the rumors about resurrection that will never be known back then are obviously far more than this. If he tried every rumor without any scruples, then it was only natural that this guy's popularity was so bad today.

Thinking of this, Changsheng sighed almost inaudibly, and he rubbed his eyebrows and forcibly suppressed his distant thoughts.

Now is not the time to think about these things, the most important thing he should do now is to construct a gorgeous ending for this big competition that everyone expected.

Originally, he was still thinking about how to impress the world enough, but the thunder flowers scattered in the minefield just gave him inspiration.

He had thought about using the Thunder Flower to lead the enemy in the big competition, but at that time he chose to give up this idea. Who let the legend that the Thunder Flower can bring people back to life still exists in this world?

Although this kind of thing sounds absurd, there are always a few fools who will choose to believe it in a desperate way. For example, a man who claims to be the strongest man in the 3,000 worlds.

Fortunately, there are ready-made thunder flowers here. He can't openly conjure up such a rare flower, but he can pick it himself.

Changsheng stood up in a good mood, and then swept back into the minefield that others could not avoid.

"What did he want to do? He finally escaped from the minefield, and he even took the initiative to go back? Is he really tired of being alive?" The audience on the other end was a little confused when they saw this.

The specific plan of Changsheng was only known to him, so that his current return to the minefield was somewhat inexplicable in the eyes of everyone.

But Changsheng didn't care what the audience in front of the Spirit Mirror thought of him.

He held the large bouquet of thunder flowers he had just plucked, and laughed meaninglessly as he dodged the shadowy thunder above his head.