Chapter 385: The Sword Knocks on the Heavenly Gate
This sword has been promoted to the Yuanying-level magic weapon, and it is only one step away from being able to advance to the road-opening level magic weapon. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
Bai Ran took a few looks, this blood pool is still half a percent, I'm afraid it's not enough.
After staring for a long time, Bai Ran got up and returned to the elixir garden.
A month later, Bai Ran came to the blood pool, shook off the storage bag, and a large piece of first-class elixir shook in.
One thousand, two thousand, three thousand...... Tens.
Bai Ran's eyes were calm, and he didn't feel distressed when he emptied the entire elixir garden.
Decades later, the blood pools of the five mountains had bottomed out, and countless elixir nutrients were gathered in the magic sword.
Huhuhu-
There are tens of thousands of demonic black shadows, overwhelming, ghostly shadows, and demonic sounds, like mountains and seas, deafening.
In the center of the crowd, a demonic long sword, surrounded by demons.
Path-level rune sword weapon!
Bai Ran walked into the dry pool of blood, his qi and blood were aging, his skin was dull and lifeless, like an old man who was about to enter a coffin, trembling with every step.
The magic sword shook without wind, and a sword sound snapped, calling for the Mo to get out of the way.
Seeing this, the demons screamed, and they all got out of the way, letting Bai Ran walk in.
Bai Ran's right hand was covered with skin and bones, and he trembled and held this powerful magic sword, and his whole body was full of demonic energy, which made Bai Ran's body take the last breath.
"The sword knocks on the door of heaven!"
Bai Ran took his last breath and raised his arm to throw his sword.
With a stabbing sound, the magic sword was born, carrying countless demonic qi, and the evil qi was monstrous, and the demons danced wildly.
The magic sword roared, and the sword slashed the sky, turning into a giant in the sky.
The hegemony of this sword is not like the pure domineering of the extreme sword, but arrogant and disdainful, empty-eyed, and domineering.
"Boom!"
Breaking the entire long sky, piercing through the space, the hideous black mouth, stretching for countless miles.
A sword is thousands of miles, the sword knocks on the gate of heaven, and the sky is broken!
Bang!
Purple and black rainbow light, bursting into the gate of heaven.
The Heavenly Dao clicked and shook, and in just one breath, it was shocking and became fragmented.
When it sounded again, the black light was tens of thousands of miles, slashing in all directions, slashing in all directions, and the translucent wall of the Heavenly Gate turned into powder in an instant, revealing the true time and space.
A ray of sunlight shone through the crack, and Shiraoze squinted and appeared in another world.
"The time spent on this field is one hundred and forty-one years, and the actual time has passed fourteen days."
"Congratulations on making it to the finals, the tournament committee is balancing the content for the sake of fairness, please wait for ......"
Bai Dye stepped into the final battlefield and found that there was a huge formation in front of him, which could be called a small world with no end in sight.
In the lower right corner of the field of view, the progress of the tournament is displayed.
Number of battlemen in the finals: 57,360/100,000
The semi-finals are underway......
Seeing this text explanation, Bai Ran knew that the semi-finals had not yet been completed.
In each rune test, the number of entries exceeded 100 million, and after many assessments, there were 100,000 left.
Now that Bai Zhan's strength has not been suppressed, except that he can't use his hands, the monk can walk in the heaven and earth at will.
Looking at the box in the lower right corner, a minimap pops up in my mind, and the map name shows "Final Battlefield".
Bai Ran was determined in his heart, and it was estimated that this piece of heaven and earth would be the final assessment field.
Monks who enter the final battlefield in advance will have innate advantages, such as remembering the terrain in advance.
Whew!
The speed of white dyeing is fast, and the cultivation is still there, but the method of the Great Dao is banned, and he can only run fast on the ground.
Mountains and rivers, ancient forests and ice fields, cliffs and gentle slopes......
"Huh?"
Yan Aotian was running to check the terrain, but he didn't expect to see a familiar stranger.
Bai Ran followed the sound and looked at it, and the moment he saw Yan Aotian, he was slightly stunned.
Isn't this person the little person who picks up food behind his back in the Ten Layers of Heaven?
I thought it was a clown who jumped off the beam, but I didn't expect to get to this point.
Yan Aotian's eyes flashed slightly, and he found that Bai Zhan's cultivation was actually in the middle of the path, so he took a small step back slightly.
Bai Ran looked at him twice, but without saying a word, he walked past him and disappeared from his vision.
"This person is not simple." Bai Ran's expression did not move, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart.
Don't look at that young man who is stupid as an angry young man, in fact, he is extremely witty, and when he is ten layers of heaven, he starts to perform when he sees Bai Ran, creating an image of a poor and angry young man, lowering people's vigilance, so that he can pick up food later.
Moreover, his symbolic arithmetic ...... It's actually the seventh layer of Xiaocheng!
Slightly suppressed the shock in his heart, you must know that it is normal for the seventh layer of the sutra to appear in the ultimate battlefield, after all, everyone is going to the main sect, how can the sutra not be advanced to enter the eyes of the main sect.
Bai Ran thought to himself: "Maybe the eighth layer of the Sutra will also appear." ”
Fortunately, it was not an assessment fight, and Bai Ran was secretly glad in his heart.
The talisman operation has reached the later stage, and each layer can be called a world of difference.
Bai Dye's current computing power has a processing speed of hundreds of millions in an instant, and the eighth layer may have a processing speed of billions.
At that level, a pen stroke swiped thousands of supreme methods, instantly bulldozing hundreds of path-opening monks, even if they crossed the level and went against the sky.
However, the stronger the sutra, the more terrifying the thinking storm becomes, and Bai Ran estimates that only the Great Perfection of the Natural Dao Law can control the eighth layer of sutra.
Drip.
"Balance Debugging Complete ......"
"Dear White Dye, your mission has been announced, please patch the five percent of the vulnerabilities alone."
"This mission starts counting the moment the Broken World Array appears, until all vulnerabilities are patched."
"The competition committee is watching you, and after completing the task, you will be eligible to further your studies at the Fu Yun Research Institute."
Bai Ran's eyes lit up, and when he saw the words of the Fu Yun study, he knew that this time he had come to a loss.
Fu Yun Research No. 1 is one of the leaders of Fu Yun Sect, which is a collection of scientific and technological essences, and has a long reputation for studying the direction of the avenue, and has a faint tendency to become the first research institute.
"Five percent...... It seems that this big array is not ordinary. "White Dye speculated.
Soon, Bai Dye understood how difficult five percent was.
Drops -
100,000 people!
"Mission: This place is a corner of the Broken World Array, which was damaged in ancient times and has countless loopholes, please repair the loopholes and calculate the percentage points according to the process."
"Requirements: Teamwork, each team can complete up to one percent, if more than one person completes one percent, they will be ranked in order of completion."
"Note: Special treatment in special circumstances."
After the mission was introduced, this piece of heaven and earth shook violently, the sky cracked, the light filled the sky, the Dao sound burst, and countless runes poured down.
The runes are like the sea, the brilliance is bright, and it shines into a lifetime.
Each rune, like a smart elf, pinched the mark in his hand, and made a bundle of impregnable holy threads.
Sacred threads like this are endless in the sky, connected in pieces, like a labyrinth, like a god statue, and in an instant, a mist swells up, making it impossible to see the real formation structure.
More and more places are rising with fog, and it is impossible to see the true face.
It wasn't until after a stick of incense that the fog disappeared, and the formation reappeared in front of people's eyes, and all kinds of runes wandered in disorder.
Bai Ran knew that the current large array had been covered with an illusion, and only special means could break it.
"Quick, the movement group will form a rune calculation array, your group will set up a rune furnace, Tingrong's group will set up a quick trial-and-error debugger, your group will collect terrain, and the diplomatic group will exchange experiences......"
Next to Bai Zhan, there is a seed team, and the leader issues various orders in an orderly manner, subdivides the specific tasks into his own team members, and the execution is super strong, and he takes action almost instantly.
This is the cooperation model of Fu Yunzong, it is difficult to do anything by relying on only one person to study runes, and only by combining the strength of the collective can we quickly tackle key problems.
Therefore, the difficulty of the task of white dyeing is reflected, and the word "alone" is specially indicated in the task, and it must be 5%.
This means that Bai Dye cannot complete the task in a group mode, and the workload is more than 100 times more than the average person.
Looking at other people's teams, there are three or four hundred people in the small ones, and one or two thousand people in the big ones, among which the leading team is the ruthless stubble of the seventh layer of the "Fu Sutra", and there are even some Tianjiao of the eighth layer.
(To be continued.) )