Sikong's movements froze, but the face that was comparable to the city wall was still white, and he didn't blush at all, so he pretended to cast a profound spell: "You have gone through the test given to you by the true God, and I grant you to ascend to the kingdom of God and come to me......"

The words fell, and the words became prophecies, and the lonely city disappeared from the rain of thunder, fire, and swords, and appeared beside Sikong. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is the Great Space Technique that is extremely difficult to practice in those magical worlds.

'Plop! ’

Out of danger, Shou Gucheng rolled to the ground without any image, slumped on the ground on all fours, panting for breath, but the hilt of the sword was still tightly held by him.

I won't let it go until I die.

Holy Healing!

A milky white light descended and fell on Shou Gucheng's body, and the injuries on his body quickly improved at a speed visible to the naked eye. Guarding the lonely city had a little more strength, and then he looked at the staff in Sikong's hand in surprise.

The gaze is clean, without blemishes and cloudiness, just pure appreciation.

Of course, if it's a legendary sword, then maybe it's fine.

On the river, the thunder of the sky stirred the earth's fire, and the boundless sword rain fell, directly turning the ten-mile dry river into purgatory, with thick smoke billowing and sand and gravel in the air, as if the end of the world was staged.

However, the two sides of the river were not affected in the slightest, and the shrubs that had been dead for many years still maintained their original appearance.

After a while, Sikong faded away from the rain of thunder and fire, looking at the river that was in a mess, and the dark red magma crawled like a snake, and his heart was also frightened by the power of this spell comparable to a forbidden spell.

It's a pity, it's not my power, it's an illusion. ’

Sikong secretly regretted, looking at the dead river, only the arc and magma that swept by from time to time, and the eight people seemed to have been buried in the rain of thunder, fire, and swords.

Rock Armor!

The Extreme Wall of Earth!

Serial earth arrows!

……

Sikong used a staff of thorns, and hundreds of defensive magic tricks were blessed on him one after another, and the shining elemental power completely annihilated him.

Sikong strode towards the river with confidence, like a pioneer picking up rags in a garbage heap, holding a thorny staff and turning the river.

Turning over a charred corpse, the corpse was directly pierced into a sieve by the rain of swords, and when he saw the corpse's clothes bulging, he pulled it out with a staff of thorns.

However, even a part of the hot metal object was melted into molten iron, and the logo of a steel fist and a hammer came to life, engraved on the top of the metal object.

It was a piece of metal from the hands of a dwarven master, perhaps once a rare magic weapon, perhaps a sacred object, but now it was nothing more than a handful of molten iron, worthless.

Sikong sighed and continued to churn the fully carbonized river.

From time to time, horrific dried corpses lay on the ground, and even severed limbs and dark heads remained.

Here, there was silence, no sound of breathing.

Only the remnants of the earth fire still spread, enjoying this rare madness, refusing to return to the underworld.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the tenacious staff of thorns bent and seemed to have stabbed a hard object.

With a single effort, Sikong knocked the red-hot rocks apart.

Underneath, a corpse.

Dressed in charred black, but with a faint purple color at the edges, he was tall and curled up with his back.

It seems that he took refuge in order to take refuge in the rocks of this river. It's a pity that living has become a long-cherished wish after all, and his posture of survival will always be frozen.

He is the prince in purple.

Sikong did not rejoice, nor did he have the sadness of the dead rabbit and the fox.

In line with the principle of making the best use of things, he calmly flipped the body of the purple-clothed prince, and then, a serpentine jade pendant fell from the corpse's neck.

It seemed to be dusty and full of dust, but with a wipe of his hand, the serpentine jade pendant immediately regained its brightness, and when the sky light came, it actually refracted ripples like water.

Polished surface, inlaid snake body, purple with gold in color.

"Is this, real treasure?"

The real sense of warmth and moistness came into Sikong's heart, and then, the stress program of this competition was activated, and a message poured into Sikong's heart.

'The dagger snake kiss is the head of the Emperor Star Shadow Guard: Master Yi Hanyin. Good at camouflage, chasing and killing blood tanks, using natural jade and artificial alloys to quench nine processes in the star core'

Sikong was secretly surprised, but he didn't expect to get a real treasure.

Real treasures, as the name suggests, are treasures that can be obtained and still exist in reality.

This all-real hunting competition is jointly organized by the Imperial Education Bureau and the Youth Charity Foundation, and attaches great importance to it.

Not only is a complete Middle-earth world used as the backdrop for the playing field. There are even cultivators comparable to true immortals, and the powerhouses of the six-dimensional empire have taken action to send the treasures of reality into this spiritualized Middle-earth, so that illusion and reality are intertwined.

It was the reward of the competition, and it added color to the competition.

And the real treasure is focused on a Tibetan character.

From the stubborn stone and rotten wood, to the holy relics used by the true gods, they may all be real treasures.

There is no pattern to speak of.

It's all about the experience of the contestants, and a little bit of luck.

And just when Sikong was overjoyed and subconsciously focused his attention on the snake stripes.

The body of the purple-clothed prince moved.

As if shedding a layer of old skin, Ben's curled corpse left a charred black shell in place, only to see an afterimage swept out of the warped rock and went directly to the river!

Prince Purple, he didn't die!

In the heavens and worlds, there is an insect called the gecko, which will break off its tail and flee. Unexpectedly, this purple-clothed prince, who is a masterpiece of the empire, is actually the same, first leaving behind the heavy treasure and distracting the attention of the commonplace, and he took the opportunity to flee for his life.

The tenacity of the heart can endure the torture of thunder, earth, fire and sword rain.

The decisiveness of the heart, the real hidden treasure such as the snake pattern is thrown away, without hesitation.

Sure enough, there are few simple characters who can survive until now in ten years of competition.

Even Sikong didn't react at this moment, even if he thought that someone would fake his death and fight back, and blessed himself with a hundred kinds of defensive magic, but he didn't expect this stubble.

But suddenly, a clanging sword roar came from the side of the river, which lasted for a long time.

Then a red sword light swept across the earth, spreading out layer by layer, flattening the shrubs that had long since died for many years.

Then, all the sounds and colors fell silent.

The wind and waves were calm, and the clouds were rolling, as if the sword roar just now was just an illusion.

Sikong smiled, grabbed the serpentine jade pendant, used the thorn staff as a wooden crutch, and climbed up the river with some difficulty.

Then he saw the lonely city standing on the yellow sand, holding the hilt of the sword, and closing his eyes.

And at his feet, a headless corpse sprinkled blood red, staining the yellow sand.

And Sikong glanced at it, and saw that there were no other footprints in the desert except a series of footprints that were moving forward in a hurry.

Seeing this, Sikong's eyes froze.

This shows that Shou Gucheng has insight into all the actions of the man in purple, and the unpredictable prophet will follow the path he will walk first, adjust his spirit to the peak, and wait for his arrival in the yellow sand.

Then, kill with a sword, simply and neatly.

What a lonely swordsman!