Ming Wang watched the battle between the two people on the platform be poisonous exercises, and the moves were fatal.

And everyone in the audience was thrilled, and the applause was endless, even more excited than the two people on the stage.

The rod in the hands of the Five Poison Ancestors is called the Colorful Biyun Miasma, which is refined from five kinds of highly poisonous things and the miasma of mountain poisoning.

The most poisonous of the five poisons are centipedes, vipers, scorpions, geckos, and toads, each of which is put together and devoured by each other, with the last one left being the poison king.

Then feed it with poison, and finally take out the poison on its body, and refine it with the other four poisons to become the five poisonous qi.

Finally, it is refined together with the poisonous miasma qi to refine it into a multicolored blue cloud miasma.

In the end, it was the Five Poisons Ancestor who was a step ahead, relying on the highly poisonous things he cultivated to corrode and fester, turning the black umbrella into a puddle of iron juice.

The man surnamed Luo was also sprayed by the poisonous mist of the Five Poison Ancestors, turning into a pool of blood and water, and forming ice cubes in the snowstorm.

The Five Poisons Ancestor was also seriously injured, and after the narrow victory, he arched his hands to the surroundings, and jumped off the high platform.

The Five Poisons Ancestor came to power just to show himself before Xue Yue, the sect leader of the Xueluo Sect, and Gao Fu of Keqing, to see if he could have the opportunity to enter the Xueluo Sect and get to know the two.

The people in the audience saw that the man surnamed Luo turned into a pool of blood in the hands of the Five Poisons Ancestor, and they applauded one after another.

Even the two people on the stage were full of praise for the poisonous skills of the Five Poison Ancestors, and the people in the audience were even more excited.

With the demonstration of the Five Poisons Ancestor, the people below wanted to be eager to try, but when they saw the pool of blood stains on the stage, the passion in their hearts cooled down again.

Mrs. Wu Huaruo, who was sitting next to Ming Wang, slowly got up and jumped towards the high platform.

With a loud "bang", the solid ice on the mountain was directly smashed by Mrs. Wu Huaruo, and the ice chips scattered in all directions.

"The concubine is Wuhuaruo in Zhushan Cave, and asks for advice from all Taoist friends. "A huge spiritual pressure in the late stage of foundation building was released, forcing the wind and snow to retreat.

Ming Wang never thought that this person was not good-looking but had a strong strength in the later stage of foundation building, and he thought that among the many monks who came here today, this person was a top monk.

The noisy voice in the audience was suppressed in an instant, and at this time, Mrs. Wu Huaruo and the two of them were judged before, their demonic energy was drumming, their mana was gushing, and their eyes were also exposed with naked fierce light.

Wu Huaruo screamed, and her whole body instantly rose several feet, like a burly man, with blue-black scales on his skin, and the powder on his face fell in a slump.

It turns out that if this Wu Hua is a person who cultivates as one, it is no wonder that his body is so strong.

If Wu Huaruo exhaled like thunder, the female cultivators in the audience would 'giggle' when they saw her like this, thinking that if she was born like this, she would be dead.

"The concubine is like a few Taoist friends. The sound was like thunder, and the eardrums of the people who shook it roared.

But no one in the audience dared to come to the stage.

Wu Huaruo is a monk in the late stage of foundation building, and he is also well-known in the northern country, although his appearance is ugly and unsightly, but his body refining is powerful and strong, and his temperament is fierce, that is, many male monks in the later stage of foundation building are not sure of victory.

This person is known for his ferocity and brutality in the northern kingdom, and he has escaped with his life at the hands of the Jindan monks.

"Haha, could it be that so many monks came today, and none of them dared to fight. Wu Huaruo stood on the platform and looked down at the many monks, laughing, and constantly provocatively speaking.

"Hmph, Mrs. Wu really underestimates the monks of the world. In the face of Wu Huaruo's provocation, the people who came were not convinced.

A man with a draped hair stepped on the void and slowly walked up to the platform, "Mao asked Mrs. for advice." ”

"Okay, finally a decent one. Wu Huaruo looked at the man with hair in front of him and said.

Behind him, a huge black bear phantom appeared two feet high, with a faint red light flashing in its eyes.

Wu Huaruo took advantage of the fact that the person who came had not yet stood firm, and the black bear phantom behind him clenched his fists and smashed towards the monk surnamed Mao with lightning speed.

The sound of wind and thunder was faintly mixed between the black bear's fists, like thunder, coming quickly, like a huge black grinding disc.

The monk surnamed Mao looked at the smashed fists, his body was striking, and he was shocked, he never thought that this female cultivator was so powerful.

This monk surnamed Mao did not know the people of the northern country, and he had never heard of Wu Huaruo's murderous name.

The monk surnamed Mao looked at the black fists that came quickly, the demonic aura on the fists was amazing, and his figure flew towards the side in an instant.

Suddenly, the figure of the monk surnamed Mao in the air was suddenly crushed by the huge spiritual power of his fists and fell down.

The monk surnamed Mao felt as if there was something pressing on his body, and the monk surnamed Mao burst out of his eyes in a hurry, and his body flew out of it forcibly.

There was a loud bang, the high platform shook, and ice chips splashed.

If it weren't for the fact that this high platform was blessed by the formation, the platform would have collapsed under the great power of Wu Huaruo's fists.

Before the monk surnamed Mao could stand firmly, Wu Huaruo's right fist smashed towards him again, and a huge force of strength smashed towards him.

The power of qi roared with the wind and snow, and it had the momentum of Mount Tai pressing the top.

The monk surnamed Mao was shocked, only to realize that the two of them were also monks in the late stage of foundation building, why is there such a gap, this Wu Hua Ruo's magical power is so powerful.

The black light flashed in the hand of the monk surnamed Mao, and he held a halberd in both hands and blocked it towards his chest.

"Click. The halberd broke, and the monk surnamed Mao was directly smashed upside down by Wu Huaruo's huge force and flew out.

Wu Huaruo jumped forward, and the big hand of the black bear behind him fished towards the monk surnamed Mao.

Under this punch, the monk surnamed Mao broke the magic weapon and spit out a mouthful of essence blood, and the mana of his whole body was shattered by the huge force, and he didn't have time to condense, and his body fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the monk surnamed Mao felt tightness around his body, and he was grabbed by the black bear.

With a "bang", Wu Huaruo landed on the high platform, and the black bear figure behind him grabbed the monk surnamed Mao.

The monk surnamed Mao was held by a black bear all over his body at this time, and the mana of his whole body was imprisoned, and he could no longer break free.

"Mrs. Wu, Mao admits defeat. The monk surnamed Mao knew that he was not Wu Huaruo's opponent, but the halberd of the high-grade magic weapon in his hand was smashed by its huge power, and he couldn't help but admit defeat.

Wu Huaruo turned a deaf ear, and the black qi in his hand surged, and pressed towards the body of the monk surnamed Mao.

"Hehe" Wu Huaruo said with a smile, the violent aura flashed in his eyes, and the black bear phantom behind him let out an earth-shattering roar, grabbing the big hand of the monk surnamed Mao and shaking it, a miserable scream came, and blood flowed down from the black bear's hand and fell on the snow, so conspicuous.

The black bear threw it in his hand, and the monk surnamed Mao, whose flesh was crumpled into a ball of flesh, was thrown on the ground like a puddle of rotten meat.

After only a few breaths of fighting, the monk surnamed Mao died tragically on the stage, and no one in the audience reacted.

At this time, many monks in the audience were silent, and they were shocked by Wu Huaruo's powerful supernatural powers.

It is that Ming Wangdu has palpitations, it seems that he can't underestimate the monks in the world, judging people by their appearance, he never thought that a person who is a loose cultivator in the northern country has such powerful magical powers.

It was Xue Yue, the sect leader of the Xueluo Sect, and Gao Fu secretly admired Wu Huaruo's magical powers.

Wu Huaruo kicked a puddle of rotten meat on the ground off the high platform, and laughed.

"I don't know which Taoist friend will come to the stage and die!" such arrogant words, provocative voices.

After a long time, the people in the audience were silent, and no one dared to respond.

Wu Huaruo, who stood on the high platform, was like a demon god, looking at the world.

Wu Huaruo saw that no one dared to respond, laughed, collected his magical powers, got off the high platform of the Dao, sat on the seat, and ate meat and drank wine again like no one around.

None of the monks dared to despise this unsightly nun anymore.

Keling's monk surnamed Mao, who was also a monk in the late stage of foundation building, was tortured and killed by Wu Huaruo before he took the stage, which is really shocking.

After this battle, no one dared to come to the stage again, and there was a bit of coldness for a while.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Xueluo Sect came to the stage again and talked loudly, and the atmosphere in the audience became active again.

One after another, monks ascended the high platform and re-discussed the Dao fighting method.

This time, there were five or six games, although there were monks in the later stage of foundation building coming to power, although it was also wonderful, but no one had such a domineering supernatural power as Wu Huaruo.

The two sides on the high platform argued that the one side who lost the battle between the monks died more and had less life, and there were also those who were evenly matched and both sides were injured.

The atmosphere of this ice and snow feast was high, and there was no cold scene after Wu Huaruo.

Countless monks walked around in the room, making acquaintances with each other, and even in the hope that there were people coming up here to talk and get acquainted.

The crowd didn't care at all about the dead on the platform, and their lives were slight, like ants.

The people of the Demon Gate are like this, they don't value the lives of the monks at all, and they die when they die, since they know the rules and want to go to the platform to fight, they are asking for themselves.

The monks of the Demon Gate have long been surprised, and the fights between the monks must be caused by deaths and injuries, and they are used to it.

No matter how cruel and ruthless your cultivation path is, as long as your strength is strong enough, there will be countless monks who will follow you and worship you.

The Demon Gate is a place where strength is respected, and what benevolence and morality are here is something that everyone spurns.

If you talk about these things with others in the Demon Gate, it means that the bones are already covered with human-tall weeds.

The survival of the fittest, this is its eternal creed.

Countless delicacies and aged wines were delivered in turn, and monks from all over the world sat together and talked about the Dharma.

Just when everyone was in the mood, two rays of light broke through, one red and one white.

The two rays of light floated above the Dao platform, opposite Xue Yue, the sect leader of the Xueluo Sect on the high platform, and Gao Fu, the guest qing.

One red and one white, the two rays of light dispersed, revealing two stunning women, like fairies in the fairy world.

One of the women, dressed in red, had a temperament like fire, and held a red red ling, which was like a fire in the snowstorm.

The other woman is dressed in white, like a Guanghan fairy, white like snow, with a tranquil temperament, and a cold light flying sword in her hand.