Shenhui monk, against the Rock Venerable, Shenhui wins.

Yang Ming, the swordsman, against the owner of the floating island, Yang Ming won.

Axe Demon Pei Yong, against the three absolute scattered people, Pei Yong won.

Yi Kong, who has wings on his back and is suspected of being a descendant of the Winged God King, wins against a thin old man with a thin body and a face like yellow wax.

Wang Xu, Shen Hui, Yang Ming, Pei Yong, thin old man.

The five of them are the last contestants, and they are also the five strongest people in the Quasi-Saint Realm in the Fallen World community.

Maybe there are people in some corner of the world who can compete with them, but there are certainly not many such people.

In the desolate world, each of them is comparable to such great gods as Fuxi, Kunpeng, Styx, and Houtu, and ordinary quasi-saints are in front of them, and life and death are only in one thought.

Unless they encounter the kind of Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who has touched the saint level in their own realm, and holds the supreme quasi-saint of the chaos treasure, otherwise only at the quasi-saint level, they have basically gone to the extreme.

In other words, even if the saint is in person, he can also pass more than a dozen tricks and play a momentary appearance.

"Donor, we're meeting again."

As soon as the five of them met, Monk Shenhui folded his hands and took the initiative to greet Wang Xu.

Wang Xu smiled on his face, the strength of the Shenhui monk is not the strongest among the five, but he has the strongest treasure, a treasure Buddha bell with extraordinary origin.

Others, including Wang Xu, did not have the innate treasure in their hands.

After all, the innate treasure is not a cabbage, and a saint can't do it for everyone, let alone a quasi-saint.

A treasure of this level, I dare not say it in other places, at least in the Fallen World Community, the quasi-saint will definitely not be able to protect it.

An innate supreme treasure is enough to attract the coveted of the saint and secretly kill the killer, so it has become a routine for the saint to possess the supreme treasure, and I have not heard of any quasi-saint who can use the supreme treasure body, even the descendants of those Heavenly Dao Realm saint kings.

The quasi-saint possessing the treasure is to invite disaster, just like the red cloud that gets the Hongmeng purple qi.

If you are the heir of the Holy Prince, if you have the Treasure, you will be assassinated, and in the end, you will carry the Treasure to other Saint Kings, the worst of all, rush into the chaos and become the head of the wanderer.

Don't think this statement is exaggerated, this is not the desolate world, the desolate world has been relatively harmonious since Hongjun became sanctified, that is, the quasi-Daoist who is known for his shamelessness has to find an excuse for himself before reaping the benefits, and he can't do anything that hurts his face too much.

The Fallen World is different, there are no rules here.

A group of robbers who have a fire in their home and go to a neighbor's house to grab water, how high a bottom line can you expect them to be.

Therefore, whether it is for Wang Xu or others, the Shenhui monk who has the ultimate treasure has the highest threat index.

Everyone is a full-level player, what is the fight, of course, it is equipment.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Bell looks very good, Wang Xu thinks it is very suitable for him, don't others think so?

Glancing around, the eyes of the others looking at Shenhui Monk were bright, and they knew without asking that they wished that Shenhui would die immediately so that they could divide his magic weapon.

"Buddha Amitayus!"

Shenhui also saw that everyone's eyes were very wrong, and after a little thought, he thought of what the problem was.

Even if he sees the problem, he can't do anything good, so he can't hand over the magic weapon.

For a while, the atmosphere was very delicate.

And just when Wang Xu thought that there would be a good show to watch next, an attendant walked out of the palace.

"The Holy Lord has an order, Xuan: Wang Xu, Shenhui, Yang Ming, Pei Yong, and Hou Hansheng enter the temple!" The chamberlain was dressed in a black robe and wore a crown on his head, and his voice sounded a little shrill and thin.

Wang Xu and the five of them glanced at each other, put away their thoughts, and responded: "Yes, envoy!" ”

Following the messenger, Wang Xu and the five entered the palace.

In the eye, a middle-aged man in red sat on a lotus stone platform.

Down, there is a small stone platform not far away, on which sits a girl in white.

Further down were twenty-eight holy kings, male and female, old and young, smiling, or old-fashioned, or wearing armor, or sitting barefoot.

As for ordinary saints, although they have a place in the main hall, they are standing, and saints are not qualified to sit here.

Looking up, hundreds of saints stood behind all the saint kings, seeing this scene, Wang Xu's brain turned a little crooked, how to look at it and feel like a black and astringent meeting was in a meeting.

"Holy Lord, this time in the quasi-saint group, the top five players in the competition have all brought." The chamberlain walked to the high platform and whispered to the fallen Lord sitting on the platform.

"Hmm."

The Fallen Holy Lord nodded slightly, his gaze fell on Wang Xu and the others, and he said, "You have been able to come this far, which shows that you are all outstanding people in your respective fields, and I am very optimistic about you." ”

Being stared at by the fallen Holy Lord, Wang Xu felt a sense of creepy.

Even if the Fallen Holy Lord looked very gentle, it still couldn't change the emptiness in his gaze.

That kind of empty gaze gave him a very bad feeling.

It was an indescribable feeling, and the fallen Lord made him feel not like a living being, not even like a living being, but an avenue without feelings.

He doesn't have joy or sorrow, and even if his words are full of approval, you can't hear the taste of approval in it.

Wang Xu hadn't seen Hongjun before, and he didn't know what Hongjun was like after fitting into the Dao, but he knew that on the road of transforming the Dao, the Fallen Holy Lord had already gone a long way.

Far away, the same Heavenly Dao Realm cultivator was no match for the Fallen Holy Lord in his own big world, and he had to bow down to him.

Thinking of this, Wang Xu couldn't help but look at Princess Yushu who was sitting in her lower hand and playing with the corner of her clothes.

He was sure that the Fallen Holy Lord had no emotions, at least not the feelings of normal people.

How could such a person take a baby back from a foreign land and raise her with his own hands?

Sensing Wang Xu's gaze, Princess Yushu, who was sitting on the small lotus platform, raised her head slightly, and between her eyes, she made a naughty grimace at him.

In an instant, the eyes of the saints fell on him, and just by looking at him, Wang Xu had the illusion of a heavy burden.

Wang Xu hurriedly retracted his gaze, and in the next second, the feeling of being burdened disappeared.

Lowering his head, Wang Xu thought a little playfully, Princess Yushu's identity is not simple, maybe for these people, looking directly at Princess Yushu is disrespectful.

"The five of you are the best among the quasi-saints, and you stand out from the crowd.

But the strong are not compared in the ring, the real strong must have the courage to face all kinds of crises, one-on-one ring matches, can only show that your heads-up strength is good, but can you adapt to the ever-changing battlefield? This is highly doubtful.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

Now, this hall is your battlefield, whoever falls first will be out, and the last one standing will be the first.

Let's get started, go all out, and don't worry about anything.

This is a scuffle for the five of you, and an opportunity for you to behave in front of the saints.

Behave well, and you may become disciples of the Holy Kings, and even my disciples. ”

The Fallen Holy Lord's gaze was blank, like a repeater, repeating the words in his mouth, and the words were not mixed with any emotion.

Of course, his meaning is clear.

The main hall is the ring, and the rule is to fall later than the opponent.

This is a melee that belongs to five people, whoever can fight to the end will be the winner of the game, not only can he take away an innate treasure, but he may also be accepted as a disciple by the Holy King.

Wang Xu didn't speak, and neither did the other four.

They each stood, the corner of their eyes swept over the others, as if to say, "Come, come and hit me!" ”