In the woods, a group of soul state monks lay on the ground, unconscious.

Bai Luo was still sitting under the tree, motionless.

With a sigh, Bai Luo took the space ring of this group of monks and put it into the storage space.

He has always robbed others, and it is the first time he has encountered a ...... who has come to rob him Unfortunately, they chose the wrong person.

"Don't pretend to be dizzy, get up!"

Hearing this, a group of people suddenly got up from the ground, crying with snot and tears, "Senior, we are also in order to be able to improve our strength a little before the soul state of mind is bigger, we really don't have any hurtful thoughts at all, I beg my seniors to spare their lives!" ”

The most intuitive point of the difficulty of casual cultivation is reflected in the lack of resources.

A casual cultivator, if he wants to rise, it is too difficult, qualifications, luck, all are indispensable, otherwise, poverty can make him poor to death.

Bai Luo didn't have the intention of killing, waved his hand to let them leave, and continued to recover from his injuries.

The soul state of mind is bigger, I am afraid that it will attract all the soul state monks in Zhongzhou, and about the opening of the hanging island, Zhongzhou will definitely keep it firmly hidden, and does not want other monks from the four states to get a piece of the pie.

But Rao is like this, and the number of monks gathered is also extremely amazing.

Just look, how is the Qilin Gate arranged......

Ten days passed in a flash, and for the monk, ten days was nothing at all, as if a mortal blinked his eyes.

Bai Luo got up and rushed to the Qilin Gate.

When Bai Luo arrived, he found that all the monks had gathered outside the mountain gate of the Qilin Gate, and in front of him, there was a semi-illusory portal.

"This time, the big competition has a large number of people, so it will be held in the small world inherited from the Qilin Gate, and the monks who enter the small world will be randomly teleported to the edge of the small world, and the monks who can successfully reach the center of the small world will be eligible to participate in the big competition."

The Qilin Sect Sect Master used his soul power, his voice spread, and all the cultivators talked about it for a while, and soon, finally a monk asked, "What is there in the small world?" ”

"The small world is divided into a fan-shaped area, each area, has a different crisis, everyone enters the small world, they are all randomly teleported, you may encounter the beast tide, you may also encounter magma, and you may even encounter the thunder sea, but without exception, in the small world, it is forbidden to fly, so the monks who cannot break into the central area of the small world are not eligible to participate in the soul state of mind competition, if you don't eliminate some people in advance, it will be compared to what year and month."

The cultivators nodded, there was no objection, this was indeed a matter of course.

It's just that Qilinmen, as the host, uses its own small world, so I'm afraid it has been prepared for a long time and has too much advantage, but there is no way.

Who made the Qilin Gate the designated one on the Hanging Island......

"If you're ready, you're ready to go in!"

One by one, the monks walked into the illusory portal, and Bai Luo also followed the large army and walked in, anyway, if you enter early and enter late, you have to go in.

The white light flashed, and as soon as Bai Luo landed, he felt the biting cold, but the cold, for Bai Luo, would not cause the slightest harm at all.

Bai Luo's face is a little weird, maybe this is luck!

Bai Luo's body moved, and he quickly rushed towards the central area of the small world, and the cold air currents along the way that were enough to freeze the Soul Realm Cultivator could not affect Bai Luo in the slightest.

On the way, Bai Luo saw a female cultivator, running from a distance in embarrassment, and the white dress on her body had been burned by the flames, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

Judging by the appearance, she had just run over from the magma area, and as a monk with an ice attribute soul, this female cultivator was undoubtedly not very lucky.

Fortunately, she arrived here in time.

The nun gasped, covered her chest with her hands, glared at Bai Luo, built a simple room out of ice, and when she came out again, she had already changed her dress.

Bai Luo: "......"

He didn't mean to see it.

Shaking his head and ignoring it, Bai Luo continued to hurry.

Bai Luo was not the first to rush to the center of the small world, of course, this was also because Bai Luo did not rush with all his strength.

There is a huge martial arts platform in the central area of the small world, which is enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people, Bai Luo estimated the difficulty of the cold ice area just now, and the monks who can come to the central area are probably less than half.

However, Zhongzhou is too big, and there are probably nearly 10,000 soul and mind realm monks, and soul and state of mind monks, placed in Nanzhou, are enough to become the elders of the ten major sects.

Eventually, there were 4,028 monks in the central area.

That's still too much!

The Qilin Sect Sect Master appeared on the martial arts stage, "First of all, congratulations on your success in coming here, but, next, we still have to eliminate some people first. ”

"On the martial arts stage, there is a phantom array jointly arranged by the elders of my sect, and those who can stick to a stick of incense in it can participate in the soul state of mind competition, I assure you that this is the last test."

When the cultivators heard this, they didn't say anything more, they jumped on the stage one after another, crossed their knees and closed their eyes, and the next moment, the phantom array was activated.

Bai Luo felt a force that wanted to rush into his mind, and Bai Luo knew that if he wanted to create an illusion, he had to act on Zhihai, but ...... In his sea of knowledge, there is a great god!

Sure enough, just listening to Xiao Mo's cold snort, that power dissipated without a trace.

Bai Luo sat cross-legged with an expressionless face.

To the special test, he felt that he had been hanging up since he entered the small world.

From time to time, some monks snorted, couldn't hold on, passed out, and were taken down by the elders of the Qilin Gate to perform martial arts, and after a stick of incense, the remaining monks on the martial arts platform were only 1024 people.

"Next, it's the time of the big brawl, whether it's life or death, those who fall off the martial arts stage, those who die, are eliminated, until the last hundred people are left."

Bailuo really wants to answer, everybody clap your hands! (The stalk of the Twelve Great Wars, it sounds quite emotional)

The big chaos fight, officially began, Bai Luo's body slowly blurred, the dark attribute soul life, the best at concealment, although, this degree of concealment, can not hide the soul state of mind monks, but at the moment of the big chaos, it can undoubtedly reduce its own sense of existence to the minimum.

Bai Luo's body fell to the ground, like a giant python, and his body twisted out a strange arc from time to time, and his body sprang out, dodging the attacks of all the monks.

Bai Luo stayed like this until the end.

This big competition is a little too friendly to him......

In the last hundred people, Leng Quan was also among them, and at this moment, Leng Quan's face was cold, looking at the gaze of the Qilin Sect monk, and there was a touch of coldness from time to time.

In the big brawl just now, Leng Quan specifically picked on the monks of the Qilin Gate, and he showed no mercy, and the monks of the Qilin Gate who were attacked by him were either dead or maimed.

Bai Luo's heart was filled with warmth, but now he can't recognize Leng Quan.

After a rest, the real big competition is finally about to begin......

(End of chapter)