Those old men beat their chests one by one, this is a trampling on their dignity! At this moment, the flower of the Great Dao has been formed, and all hope has been lost.

If it were another disciple in their hands, they wouldn't have swallowed this breath anyway!

But this is the Holy Son who has been baptized in the burial place for more than a year and has survived to the present. In terms of status and potential, the interests of these people to the sect are higher than their own.

"Where is he going again?"

Tian Shiyi was a little confused, Su Yang's figure was no longer in front of her, and at this moment, she seemed to have lost something.

"The last fate can also be given up, is there a ready-made fate?"

Those giants in front of Tianduan Mountain were also very puzzled, could this person really be haggard when he gave up such a good opportunity? More people thought that he had no other heart!

The people in the Holy Land such as the Steward Phantom Mansion no longer want to say anything cruel, and the only way to do this is to kill this person

In the Heavenly Cave and the scorched earth world, especially some young monks, their hearts were surging,

"It's amazing, it's over. ”

"It's really overbearing! Say it's bad and leave. I just look at the elder like a mustard!"

"Yes, so free, that's the first one!"

Some of them were doing it themselves. Even if the gathering of the flowers of the Great Dao in front of him was a rare sight in a hundred years, he couldn't help but sigh at what a group of Supreme Elders had done!

"Give people a handle, but the only way to accept their fate is this. ”

Someone said weakly, explaining the most fundamental reason.

"You say, Guan Bing Shizi and Phantom Mansion Holy Son really missed this grand event?"

"No, no. The flower of the avenue has been formed. If the flowers don't fall, no one can get close to the ancient battle platform. ”

At this moment, in the Heavenly Grotto, everyone's eyes were on the battle platform.

There are no rules for this in the battlefield and burial ground. It's just that in order to avoid too much hatred between monks, they often point to it in the nature of competition. And the way of fighting, most of the time, is according to the rules of communication.

From the beginning to the end, the one who wins the most will take the flower of the avenue. This was the rule most of the time.

But occasionally, there will be a particularly strong person who will sweep through the heroes with the power of one person and pick the flower of the avenue.

Now this situation seems to be a little wrong.

There are too many strong people, judging from the other situations in the burial ground, this time, it is possible for anyone to get the flower of the avenue. In other words, all predictions are just bottomless speculations.

How will they decide the winner? Beitian occupies eleven seats.

Now, on top of the stone pillar, there are forty-four people, and there are still sixteen vacancies, which is regrettable. However, this tense atmosphere diluted the atmosphere all of a sudden!

"Are you fighting wheels, or are you swarming?"

In the center of the ring, the man in black was not good-looking, but his name spread all over every corner of the burial ground!

This is the Divine Underworld!

He fell from the stone pillar and stood with his hands in his hands, and what he said undoubtedly provoked everyone on the stone pillar!

"It's so rampant, I just don't know your strength, do you deserve that name!"

A man in the north sky jumped down, with a long knife pinned to his waist, the arc was smooth, and he looked flat and light.

He gently pulled out the knife, this knife, I don't know how many people's blood has been contaminated, there is a flat broken pattern on it, revealing a cold light!

"Nobunaga!"

"It seems that his identity is above the royal family!"

Someone muttered that they had seen the princes of the royal family above and that they had to do whatever he wanted, and that creature seemed to call himself Nobunaga.

Shen Ming chuckled, glanced at the man, and said disdainfully, "It's just a mongrel with half of the blood of the cat god ferret, even if he has such a high status, he is just a waste." That raccoon dog's bloodline is much higher than yours, so let's come along. ”

Shen Ming glanced at the woman who was with the man on the stone pillar. In his eyes, that woman is half a point stronger.

The woman's brow furrowed, obviously looking very bad.

The face of the man who had just come down turned cold, the cat god Weasel Ancient Ancestor was one of the gods of the Ancestral God Mountain! Even if he had an ordinary bloodline, it was also noble!

But at this moment, this person's mouth turned into a mongrel! The last waste made his killing intent surge in his heart, and even his Dao heart had a chaotic rhythm!

Shen Ming said it so lightly, but it made many people on the stone pillar feel stressed. Even if they opened their heavenly eyes, they couldn't see through the man's true body, but Shen Ming accurately pointed out this person

"You're sentencing your death sentence in advance!"

Nobunaga held a knife in both hands, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared under the nose of the god, the knife was like a cicada's wings, light and sharp!

"Khooth!"

Shen Ming's three fingers pinched the blade, and the air of death was filled, and the blade was immediately decayed and broken at this moment!

Nobunaga withdrew far away at once, but the god clung to him, like a god of death!

"They all say you're not enough. Shen Ming said with a faint smile, and his big hand reached out, like a black hole that could devour everything.

"Damn!"

Nobunaga knew that he was careless, and threw half of the blade into the big black hand, and after an explosion, he returned to the stone pillar out of breath!

"No way, he can't be so strong!" he was half-squatting, his forehead sweating profusely, he didn't believe in such a situation!

Everyone looked at the ring, but they didn't expect the strength of the gods to be so strong. In the northern sky, a man with such a high status was beaten away in three or two strokes?

Some people couldn't help but look at the powerhouses of the other races in the Northern Heaven on the stone pillar, and there was no very surprised look on their faces.

"That man is just a flower head, and the scary thing is the woman. ”

An old man said softly, I don't know why that man has such a status in Beitian, where only strength is respected.

"If he doesn't go down, is this going to fight the second time?"

Suddenly, someone said. The gods didn't go down, this is the second challenge!

"If I don't beat you down, how can I sweep everyone present. "Crown Prince Qin Wu twisted his head, like a dragon leaping, standing on the battlefield!

His voice was even more domineering, and he opened his mouth to say that he wanted to sweep everyone here!

"It's another god of war immortal body, heh, it's a pity that there is no war word heavenly book. I don't know how many percent of your immortal body cultivation has reached. ”

Shen Ming chuckled, but at this moment, he put away all the randomness and flaws in the previous battle with the Northern Heaven man. He knew that the person in front of him was not ordinarily strong, and he was completely different from the playboy before

"If you have the Heavenly Book of Death, you don't necessarily have cultivated into an immortal body!" Crown Prince Qin Wu smiled, his body overflowed with wisps of Xuanhuang Qi, and the sound of a dragon roar was heard!

The dragon aura of the royal road is too strong!

"The two of them are going to war......

(End of chapter)