It was night, and the moonlight was like water, shining on the earth, shining with a shimmering silver light that illuminated the entire space.

Qi Wandao sat on a small hillside of the Soul Tower, looking at the martial arts he had robbed today, planning to choose some of them to practice.

Because the next game may not have the advantage on the Soul Mountain Heavenly Ladder, if the time comes to really compete in strength, if Qi Wandao doesn't practice much, then he may not be able to defeat the sick Yangzi and others.

"Eight Desolation Fist?" Qi Wandao looked at a parchment scroll with these three big characters written on it, and his heart was immediately attracted, because such a domineering name made him happy.

The moment he opened the parchment scroll, his soul was directly attracted into an inexplicable space, in this space, there are mountains and water, wind and rain, there is the sun and the cold moon, Qi Wandao is surging when he sees it, he has not entered the artistic conception, but such a majestic artistic conception is the first time he has entered.

Slowly, Qi Wandao's mind completely floated and sank in this artistic conception, only to see that on a hillside in this artistic conception, a man wearing a golden battle armor appeared in Qi Wandao's sight.

The man's black hair was thick, flowing like a waterfall, and his majestic back gave people a feeling that he could not be crossed like a mountain, and his body was majestic, shrouded in golden holy light, like an invincible god of war cast by gold, standing on top of the mountain, like a monument!

"Is this artistic conception left by this senior?" Seeing this, Qi Wandao muttered, he felt a strong aura in this senior, and there was also a long-term breath, even Qi Wandao in the previous life could not be compared with this man, because the two were not people of the same era at all.

Soon, the golden holy armor man moved, he stepped out and smashed the mountain peak under his feet, and then the other foot stepped out again and shattered the entire void, and then his hand grasped the fist, with an unrivaled momentum, and slammed towards the void.

This punch shattered all the spaces along the way, and in the void of the black hole, there were spatial gangfengs, but when this spatial gangfeng first encountered this golden fist print, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and it was shattered by itself, and then in the entire artistic conception world, the originally bright void fell into boundless darkness at this time, and a battle intent that made Qi Wandao's blood boil emerged.

"Eight Desolation Fist!"

This punch actually broke the whole artistic conception of the heaven and earth, and its momentum made Qi Wandao frightened, at this time Qi Wandao felt this fighting intent in the underworld, his little face turned pale, and when he was at his peak in the previous life, he couldn't break the heaven and earth!

"Sure enough, the cultivators of the ancient era were all powerful people!" Qi Wandao muttered to himself, his eyes full of reverence.

Soon, this artistic conception world disappeared, and Qi Wandao slowly withdrew from this artistic conception world.

On the hillside, Qi Wandao opened his eyes violently, and a sharp aura suddenly shot out from his eyes, shooting into the void not far away, instantly igniting the dark space.

"Eight Desolation Fist!"

Qi Wandao clasped his hands together, suddenly closed his eyes tightly, and then he entered a special artistic conception, like an old monk sitting cross-legged, his mind was empty, and he had no desires.

In this special artistic conception, Qi Wandao is sometimes painful, sometimes happy, sometimes enlightened, sometimes entangled, no one knows what he has experienced in it, in short, his cultivation momentum has been climbing.

And he sat for a few hours, and he didn't wake up until the sky was a little cloudy, but the first thing Qi Wandao did when he woke up was that his palm turned into a fist, and the momentum of the whole person condensed on this punch and hit it violently.

"Eight Desolation Fist!"

This punch contains all the essence of Qi Wandao's fist technique, and the inner attack is unreasonable, and it can ignore all the rules, and the surrounding space is also shattered.

Suddenly, a golden fist mark smashed on the ground, and the surrounding earth trembled three times, even the hillside where he was located exploded at this time, and Qi Wandao's body was also unstable, almost falling to the ground.

Although the Eight Desolation Fist was domineering and powerful, this blow almost drained all the spiritual power in his body.

"This punch is really domineering, but you still have to be cautious when facing the enemy, otherwise it won't be a joke if you drain the spiritual power in your body. Qi Wandao muttered to himself.

"Brother Qi, what are you doing?" Behind him, Hua Wuyan was awakened by the movement made by Qi Wandao, rubbed his confused eyes, and walked over to Qi Wandao.

"It's nothing, it's just a martial art. Qi Wandao said with a light smile, and then Hua was speechless, glanced at the traces on the ground, and immediately shouted in surprise: "Brother Qi, did you make it?"

Qi Wandao nodded and admitted.

At this moment, Hua Wuyan didn't have the heart to sleep at all, so he said to Qi Wandao: "Wow, what kind of martial art is this, it is so powerful?"

Hearing this, Qi Wandao handed the parchment scroll that recorded the Eight Desolation Fist to Hua Wuyan, Hua Wuyan flashed her big eyes, and opened the parchment scroll curiously, but the more she looked at it, the more shocked she became, until finally, Hua Wuyan decisively closed the parchment scroll and spit out a few words lightly, "Is this for people to cultivate?"

What puzzled Qi Wandao was that Hua Wuyan did not enter the artistic conception of that senior.

"Could it be that this artistic conception only exists once?, or does it take something specific to be able to summon this artistic conception?" Qi Wandao muttered to himself.

The sky gradually brightened, Qi Wandao and Hua Wuyan were also ready to participate in the second competition, and today's game was destined to be more cruel than yesterday, because this time the game was a bloody battle, and someone was destined to be injured or even killed, and the result was destined to be no better.

When Qi Wandao and the two came to the palace where the competition was located, there were already many people waiting here, and when they saw Qi Wandao, they all showed a touch of surprise, because they obviously felt that Qi Wandao's strength had improved a lot.