"What's wrong? She said it would be over in 10 years at least and 100 years at most. But I'm worried about her, I'm afraid she won't be able to get through it!"

"She's right, although the Third Void environment is harsh, it's really a good place to survive the Morph Tribulation!

First, my cultivation has not fully recovered, and I can't enter the Third Void. Second, now that the Yuan Alliance is in danger of extinction at any time, I can't leave. ”

"Alas, maybe it is providential! I ......" Zhang Genliu suddenly felt a wave of dizziness as he spoke.

Seeing this, Li Xuanxin hurriedly dodged over to support him, otherwise he would fall from the sky. After checking it, I found that it was because the corpse demons' primordial gods were too strong, and Zhang Genliu's primordial gods were suffering from backlash.

Li Xuanxin was shocked, because Zhang Genliu was likely to be destroyed because of this. And there is almost no solution to this situation, even if the slave seal is lifted now.

"Please save him, Lord Alliance!" said the **, who had not spoken.

"I want to save him too, isn't that trying to figure out a way!"

"There is a way, just need the help of the alliance leader!"

"Do you have a way?

"Please ask the alliance leader to catch some corpse demons and let him devour the primordial gods!"

"Devouring the Genshin, you mean, this kid can devour the Genshin of the corpse demon?"

"Yes, I'll explain this later, and please hurry up!"

"Oh...... Good...... Okay!" Li Xuanxin was a little skeptical, but he still grabbed a little corpse demon and came up.

Zhang Genliu is in a dream at the moment, and he knows everything outside. Seeing that Li Xuanxin had caught the corpse demon, he quickly began to devour it. The whole process was clearly seen by Li Xuanxin, which surprised her again.

Although Zhang Genliu's cultivation is very low, only in the realm of the Great Perfection of the War Marquis, he can always bring surprises to people. She knew such robes, because she had fought a life-and-death battle with the underworld.

Li Xuanxin's stunned kung fu, the corpse demon's primordial spirit has been devoured clean. But Zhang Genliu's situation did not improve, and she could only catch the corpse demon again.

So in the next few days, Li Xuanxin simply landed on the ground to catch the corpse demon. At first, it was still grabbed one by one, and then it was dozens or hundreds of heads. Later, seeing that Zhang Genliu had no adverse reactions at all, she simply lit corpse incense around her.

In this way, all the corpse demons within a radius of a hundred miles crawled out of the dirt. Regardless of whether they had enlightened their minds or not, they all rushed towards Zhang Gen with teeth and claws.

However, as soon as the corpse demons rushed to within thirty zhang, they were entangled in the golden thread of the robe, and then died on the spot. Li Xuanxin already had a rough guess about Zhang Genliu's situation.

At the beginning, she fought against the Underworld for eight months, and finally won a miserable victory by virtue of her identity as the guardian of the interface, and obtained the Underworld Egg by mistake. Originally, he wanted to comprehend the Great Dao from the dark egg, but he didn't expect to fight with the gods and consume too much, and then he was devoured by the underworld.

Later, her remnant soul happened to meet Xiao Yao, who came from across the border, and then entrusted the dark egg and the humane seal to him. When Li Xuanxin was reborn with a powerful dream, what she couldn't have imagined was that the dark egg was eaten by Zhang Genliu.

"Maybe it's the will of heaven! You insist on devouring me, but you don't expect that the descendants will be devoured by my human race! Who is the ultimate winner, let's wait and see!" Li Xuanxin muttered to himself, and cast a spell again to restore the original god for Zhang Genliu.

She seems to have figured out something these days, and now she is no longer as nervous as she was when she was first reborn. Her expectations for Zhang Genliu are getting higher and higher, as if the decisive battle with the two gods of civil engineering is no longer so important.

At dawn on the fifth day, Zhang Genliu's body suddenly had Yuan Shen fluctuations coming out. At this time, the dead corpse demons within a hundred miles of the surrounding area had piled up the place in the shape of a volcanic crater.

"How does the Four Veins Yuan Shen feel?" Li Xuanxin asked with a smile.

"Eldest sister, have you seen it?"

"It's not that you can see it, it's the induction! We'll talk about this later, and now help me support the scene!"

"Is there going to be a banquet now?"

"If you're big, you'll know how to eat!Go and help me beat up those uneducated things!" When Li Xuanxin spoke, he had already pulled him and ** away quickly.

After her brief explanation, Zhang Genliu learned that the contestants of the Yanyang Clan and the Qianlin Clan had arrived in the main city of the alliance. They set up the ring, ostensibly saying that they wanted to have a simple fight with the monks of the Yuan League. But the monks of the Yuan League who went to the ring basically did not come down alive.

When Li Xuanxin received such news, his lungs were about to explode. She is a person who likes to make fun and have a good face, and she is absolutely intolerable to be knocked on the door this time.

But the rule is that only those under the age of 1,000 can enter the ring, which makes a large number of monks in the Yuan League can only sigh. The other party is all eight-blooded cultivators, and there are only a few people on the Yuan Alliance's side.

There have already been many Seven Blood Peak Cultivators who have come to the stage to challenge, but without exception, they all died on the spot.

"Your Yuanmeng is really a waste shelter, you don't even have one that can fight! Yesterday there were two eight-blooded monks, but today you don't even have a seven-blooded one! Phew, it's really in vain, it's a waste of time!"

A short and fat man with a golden complexion, standing on a high platform in the square, kept chattering and insulting the monks in the audience. At first, some people couldn't stand it, but after more than a dozen people died, no one dared to come to power anymore.

Today is the third day of the Qianlin Clan's ring, and a total of 48 people from the Yuan League have been killed. Now there are forty-five days left before the opening of the Immortal Cultivation Professional Competition, and if it continues like this, the Yuan Alliance will definitely be disheartened.

"Damn, a piece of yellow lotus essence dares to speak out, it's really unreasonable!" Li Xuanxin stood in the air and gritted his teeth angrily.

"Eldest sister doesn't need to be angry, the Qianlin clan has sent such a good medicinal material, why don't we accept it all?" Zhang Genliu finished speaking, and dodged and landed in the ring.

"Hmm, three bloods, get out, I'm too lazy to kill you!" The yellow-faced fat man obviously looked down on Zhang Genliu.

"Fatty, do you have mountain ginseng among your companions?" asked Zhang Genliu an irrelevant question.

"Ignorant child, it's too late for you to kowtow to this seat now, otherwise ......"

Syllable~!

The yellow-faced fat man didn't finish his words, and he slapped him out of nowhere, causing him to turn around in place. Then he looked around vigilantly, because in his eyes, that slap could not have been made by Zhang Genliu.

Syllable~!

Another slap in the face, this time Zhang Genliu slowed down his movements a little. At this moment, the square exploded instantly, because most of the onlookers saw that it was Zhang Gen's hand.

"It's you, give me death!" The yellow-faced fat man immediately shot out in a rage.

If you get hit a few times by a mysterious master, it's not too embarrassing. Even if he was a monk of the same rank, he would not lose his mind, and at most he would fight to the death. But now he is beating a three-blooded monk, and his vitality cultivation is only the Great Perfection of the War Marquis.

He couldn't accept such humiliation, and if the matter was reported back to Jupiter, he would never be able to hold his head up.

Mushu Thorn!

The onlookers laughed, but the combat effectiveness of the yellow-faced fat man was definitely top-notch. The so-called Mushu Thorn is a space cone condensed by using the power of space. Originally, this was nothing, but the yellow-faced fat man's whisker thorns were as many as flies in a summer latrine, and he couldn't dodge them at all.

Thousands of space cones surrounded Zhang Genliu and locked the space around him. As long as his mind moved, Zhang Genliu would immediately be pierced into a sieve.

"Boy, report your name, and it won't be in vain for you to come to this world!"

"Zhang~Root~Stay~!"

Shout!

When the words landed, Zhang Genliu's figure had already appeared behind the yellow-faced fat man. I saw that in his hand, I don't know when there was an extra day-chasing knife.

Look at the yellow-faced fat man again, his face is full of horror, and his expression has been frozen. At this time, the crowd of onlookers found that the yellow-faced fat man was dead, and even the Yuan Shen had dissipated.

In fact, Zhang Genliu had just used a small technique he had just learned—space replacement. First, move your sword wind behind the opponent, and after killing the opponent, you can use your body to switch positions with the sword wind.

So in the eyes of others, Zhang Genliu disappeared suddenly, and then suddenly appeared. Space displacement is used in face-to-face combat, and it can barely have an unexpected effect. If you want to use it to rush like Li Xuanxin, you can't do it without a certain cultivation.

Zhang Genliu saw that the yellow-faced fat man's spirit dissipated, so he put away the other party's body. At this moment, the yellow-faced fat man has turned into his original form, and he is indeed a yellow lotus essence with a big grinding plate.

Casually looking through his storage ring, Zhang Genliu was suddenly disappointed. This demon doesn't talk about the source, he doesn't even have much Yuan Jing on his body, and it is estimated that he can't even afford to live in an inn.

In the corner of the storage ring, there was only one thing that caught Zhang Genliu's attention. It was a stone plaque, and it looked like proof of entry and exit for a certain formation or enchantment.

"Zhang Genliu, don't you want to play the next game?" asked a purple-skinned guy, pointing at Zhang Genliu.

"Not bad!"

"You can think about it, according to the rules of my Qianlin clan, after defeating one person, you will have to fight two people in the next game! If you win one more game, the next thing is four people against you alone! Of course, you can choose to admit defeat, and we won't say anything about you!"

"Shameless, it's just a scoundrel!" Someone below immediately supported Zhang Genliu.

"Zhang Daoyou, don't fight him, they are uncivilized barbarians at all!"

"It's just a bunch of dead vines and weeds, there's no need to be serious with them!"

......

There was everything to say below, but the purple-faced monk didn't care at all, as if it wasn't him who was scolding. And a group of Qianlin clan monks not far from the ring were already waiting for Zhang Genliu to withdraw triumphantly at this moment.

Although he didn't know what their intentions were, Zhang Genliu didn't want to see them elated.

"You have your rules, and my Yuan League also has the rules of my Yuan League! My Yuan League monks can bring doppelgangers, puppets, and beast pets to the stage when they fight in the ring, I hope Your Excellency doesn't mind!"

"We don't mind! I hope Your Excellency will still have the good luck you had just now!" the purple-faced monk said with a smile and beckoned to the Qianlin clan monk in the audience.

I saw two monks with pockmarked faces flashing onto the stage, their cultivation was similar to that of the yellow-faced fat man, but they did not smile.

This kind of ring has no certificate, and the rules are very vague, only a chronometer stone is placed in the corner, which is the only notarized place. When people saw that Zhang Genliu was only nineteen years old, they were all whispering below.

Some people say that in fact, Zhang Genliu is a hidden old monster, and his body is snatched away. Some people also say that he has obtained the inheritance of some ancient power to have such an achievement.

This is a common problem of Terran monks, when the monks from a small place surpass them in strength in an all-round way, they are somewhat jealous in their hearts. Especially when they are several times younger, or even dozens of times younger, they prefer to believe that there is something greasy in them.

But when they encounter an enemy they can't fight, they hope that the guy from that small place can turn the tide.