The "Sage Strike" talisman offered by Luan Tian and Hua Ziyu is all from the hands of Mo Wu, and their strength is comparable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The two giant palms were in the middle of the two, striking together, and suddenly, the earth shook, and the sky was dark.

Stones flew sideways throughout the cave, and stone chips were everywhere. Comparable to the duel between the two saints, although it is only a blow, it has the potential to destroy the world.

The qi wave alone caused Luan Tian and Hua Ziyu to "kick ~ kick ~ kick ~" and take a few steps back in a row before they barely stabilized their figures.

"Anything else..."

Luan Tian looked at Huaziyu coldly and said expressionlessly. At this time, Hanakoyu has stopped performing the "Charm Corpse Method" and has returned to its original appearance. Relying only on the "charm corpse method", he can't occupy the slightest peak.

"Yimu! Don't you feel ashamed of snatching the same cave!! ”

Hua Ziyu said with a righteous face.

"Roll !!"

Luan Tian stopped drinking, the sound was like thunder, and the waves of air rolled up made the stone chips that had not yet fallen all fly sideways again.

"Humph!"

Hua Ziyu saw that the last words did not bring half an effect, and after squeezing out a cold snort in his nose, his eyes glanced at Luan Tian coldly. Then, with a wave of his robe, he flew out of Cave Fifty with a brisk pace.

"It's the fifty..."

Luan Tianpan sat in Cave 50, muttered, then closed his eyes, began to cultivate, and recovered his state. Hundreds of blood-colored skulls sealed the entrance of the cave.

In the first stage, it was able to rank 50th, basically reaching Luan Tian's expected goal. He knew that the second stage of the competition would be even more brutal.

Therefore, in the remaining few days, he wanted to use it all to recover his state, and at the same time, practice alchemy. During this time, I have absorbed a lot of demonic nature, refining demons, and I need to refine a little more.

At this time, the ranking on the light curtain of the Blue Sea Floating Slaughter once again showed a subtle change:

First place: Nine Songs of the Holy Son of the Sword Sect, Second Place: Dragon Tooth of Tianjiao Bodhi Monk of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple,

Third place: Picking the Star Gate Holy Son Miao Kongzi, Fourth Place: Ancient Dou Family Holy Son Dou General,

Fifth place: Autumn Yiye, the holy son of the Ziyang Sect, sixth place: Beili Snow Field Tianjiao Moon Feather Fairy,

Seventh place: Night from the Western Desert, eighth place: Xia Longhai, the holy son of the ancient Xia family,

Ninth place: Mo Wu, the holy son of Fu Gongmen, and tenth place: Huo Feng, the owner of Wanhualou.

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The top 10 are highly anticipated and naturally attract the most attention. And there are a few others whose rankings have risen sharply in a short period of time, and they have also attracted the attention of many people. Among them, there is Luan Tian.

"Fifty... Fifty... Yimu's ranking has risen to 50th! ”

"I don't know this person... Can you still move forward..."

"Really ruthless! I'm betting on Yimu to be in the top 10! Bet on ten spirit stones!! ”

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Such a competition, of course, there will be many businesses to engage in some projects to help the fun, and take the opportunity to make a fortune. As the largest gambling house in the Tianmang world, Pizilou will naturally not let go of this opportunity.

They opened dozens of gambling games at the scene of the Tianjiao sequence dispute, and they can bet at any time. Luan Tian's odds for entering the top ten are as high as one to one hundred!

This is a normal thing, among the many dazzling saints and heavenly pride, Luan Tian is just a firefly in the starlight. His chances of finishing in the top 10 are slim.

And which monk who bet on ten spirit stones is actually not really optimistic about Luan Tian, but just a gamble to help the fun.

If the bet is right, it will make a small fortune, if the bet is lost, ten spirit stones for a happy one, it doesn't matter. There are many monks who have similar ideas, but the number of bets they make is not very large.

However, what Luan Tian paid the most attention to was the sky and color sky watching the battle in the sky above the blue sea floating slaughter. At this time, the color of the empty fan was still shaking, but the speed of shaking was much slower.

"Look at the rattan that Yimu summoned..."

"Huh?"

The empty gulp on the side gnawed the elbow in his hand, and as if carelessly, he glanced at Cave No. 50.

"When this kid was first called, I noticed it, but I couldn't tell what it was, maybe it was just a magic weapon..."

"Could it be that... Purple blood vine..."

The color emptiness seems to be muttering to itself, and it seems to be responding to the emptiness. There was a faint hint of worry in his expression.

"Purple blood vine?! No way! Didn't that monster disappear at the time of the Immortal and Demon War? ”

"I don't know, we've all heard of this thing, but no one has ever seen it..."

As he chewed on the elbow in his mouth, he added.

"Disappearing doesn't mean disappearing, this sequence battle, I want to make some changes, what do you think?"

"It's up to you."

He reached out and wiped the oil on his hands, and said casually. His eyes never left the elbow in his hand. But his heart is not as free and easy as it seems.

In the battle of the Tianjiao sequence, it is time to have to select the most powerful monks, and this strength is not as simple as the current combat power, but more importantly, it depends on the potential, the potential for future development. Both of them know this.

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Luan Tian in Cave 50 was cultivating magic with all his might. After this period of running-in and understanding, he has become handy with the control of the purple blood vine. At the same time, alchemy has also been upgraded to the middle level.

At this time, magic power has become the third power that he can control and use after aura and qi. Although there is a certain risk in controlling the demonic nature, it is also wonderful, Luan Tian, I like it very much.

The next few days were calm. After the fierce competition, many of the contestants were a little exhausted, and those who did the final crazy competition basically had results.

As a result, some people feel very satisfied, and some people feel unsatisfactory. Either way, I have to accept it. The competition is like this, only strength is the most convincing.

The top 10 rankings were fixed a few days ago, and there has been no change. And Luan Tian's first stage finally fell to the fiftieth place.

Thirty days passed in a blink of an eye, and the dust of the first stage of the Tianjiao sequence battle had settled. At this time, the huge light curtain of the Blue Sea Floating Statue shone with rankings, and everyone's name glowed with colorful light.

It is an early morning when the sun rises in the east, the sun rises in the east, and there are thousands of colors. At the foot of the Emperor's Peak, the drunken Mao Mao Daoist on a boulder sat up, yawned and rubbed his eyes. Then, look up at the blue sea floating slaughter.

Seeing that the ranking on the Bihai Floating Slaughter had been decided, he squinted and glanced at the list, with a relaxed smile on his face. After pouring a large sip of wine on his neck, Mao Mao Daoist waved his hand, and the Blue Sea Floating Slaughter instantly shrank at an extremely fast speed and fell into the sleeve of his robe.

The empty Emperor Peak, only the huge light curtain on the periphery, still flashing with soft white light. At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from mid-air, echoing among the mountains:

"The second stage of the Tianjiao sequence, into a dream!!"

Dreams, the deepest secret realm in everyone's heart,

Dreams, the eternity of our most longing kisses,

Dreams, are they absurd?

Perhaps, the most true.

Like a dream, into a dream, I'm here, where are you?

Remember, I'm waiting for you in my dreams.