In the northwest area of the ancient jungle town, there is a huge square paved with marble.

On the square, there is a martial pattern formation that exudes bright yellow, and at the entrance of the formation, there is a formation screen, and you can clearly see the scene in the formation.

This is the place where the killing clan is prepared to recruit relatives, and the scene is spectacular and luxurious.

They use recruiting relatives as a gimmick, but in fact, they are killing clans and selecting potential offerings.

They completely built their expansion strength on the pain of humiliating Shangguan Yudi.

At this moment, in the formation, nearly a hundred cultivators were fighting fiercely, just to fight the final victory.

The person who wins in the end will be given preferential treatment to the killing clan and rush to another place, where they can challenge the killing of the sky, or they can join the killing clan and become an offering.

Bai Heming came to the place of registration, and the deacon in charge of registration glanced at Bai Heming and said.

"Is the child weaned? Today into the formation is a hundred people melee, although there is a token in hand, in case of danger can stimulate the token to leave, but the sword has no eyes, often the speed of activating the token is not faster than the attack speed, there is a danger to life!"

The deacon's mouth was a reminder, but his tone was full of mockery.

"Haha......" There was also a burst of laughter around him, Bai Heming was too young and sick.

"The young people now are so self-righteous, thinking that there is no danger, they come to fish in troubled waters!"

In their opinion, Bai Heming's strength was only seven or eight stages of transformation at most.

A bearded man with a razor-sharp knife on his shoulder. Walked up to Bai Heming's side and shouted.

"I haven't been weaned yet, just go back to me and block Lao Tzu's way!"

As soon as the words fell, his whole body was like a rainbow, and his big hand grabbed Bai Heming's shoulder, wanting to throw the latter away.

The white crane ming's eyes flashed with demonic flame runes, his gaze directed at the big man, and as soon as he raised his hand slightly, he heard a miserable scream come out.

Peng!

Click~

This strong man, his arm was suddenly grabbed by Bai Heming, one spun, his arm broke, smashed to the ground, and he screamed as he tore apart.

Everyone around was shocked, looking at Bai Heming's eyes, full of fear, they were all the next hundred people team with Bai Heming.

This strong man, they know, is the well-known butcher Li San, and his strength is in the early stage.

It is so easy to restrain the strong man, in their opinion, a young and unreasonable teenager may have the strength to turn into a void in the later stage, or even the peak.

Bai Heming looked at the big man beside him, who was constantly rolling and howling on the ground, and said coldly.

"Dry tongue! However, today, I am in a good mood and don't want to kill, so I will spare your life!"

When the words fell, Bai Heming glanced at the deacon who signed up, and he didn't know if Bai Heming was saying it to the strong man or to him.

Peng!

With a bang, the strong man on the ground had been kicked out by the white crane, and he didn't know where he had fallen.

"Why, don't give the registration token yet!" Bai Heming looked as usual, his eyes staring at the signing deacon.

If the other party makes another disrespectful remark, he doesn't mind wasting more work and abolishing him.

With his current physique, in this jungle ancient town, even if he can't use the power of martial arts, he can still stand out from the crowd.

Moreover, the power in his body is not the power of the martial pattern, but a higher level of magic than the power of the martial pattern.

This beast forest, the seal against the power of the martial arts, is ineffective against him!

"Young man, wait a minute, the horse is fine!"

This deacon, with a cold forehead, did not dare to wipe it, and quickly helped Bai Heming make a token.

Most of the cultivators in the first phase of Bai Heming gathered together in twos and threes, and they didn't know what conspiracy was going on.

Dozens of minutes later, Bai Heming's token was made, and he waited another hour.

The hundreds of them in this issue have entered the martial pattern formation one after another!

The deacon looked at Bai Heming and walked towards the entrance of the martial pattern formation, and in his eyes, a touch of ruthlessness was fleeting.

"Tokens are up for grabs," said another deacon suddenly.

"Hmph, whoever dares to threaten me will have to pay the price!" the deacon snorted coldly.

"Don't be afraid, he's the last victor!"

"Haha, do you think it's possible, someone stronger than him......"

The deacon laughed loudly, and before he could finish his words, a purple light flashed before his eyes.

Whoa, whoa......

The purple light exploded, and a fierce sword qi erupted, directly under his frightened and stunned gaze, smashing his entire person, and blood splattered all over the sky.

Until death, not even a trace of screams was made!

The deacon next to him was sprayed with blood all over his face, his heart was cold, and his legs trembled.

All this made the surrounding cultivators make an uproar and stay away from the deacon here, so as not to encounter an unwarranted disaster.

At the entrance of the martial pattern formation, with a wave of his hand, the white crane waved his hand, and he put the purple dove demon heart sword into his brain.

The conversation between the two deacons was heard clearly through the feedback of the system.

Manipulate the token so that he encounters danger in the formation and cannot inspire the token to leave.

Although he didn't think that there would be people in the formation who would put his life in danger, it was unforgivable to be calculated.

So far, he has his back to his body, and he has not stopped any steps, killing an ant is as simple as drinking tea and water.

When he arrived at the entrance of the formation, Bai Heming stepped into the formation without any scruples.

The people around him felt chills in their hearts, and they looked at the back of Bai Heming full of fear.

Some people who were a little weaker and mentally weak gave up entering the formation and stayed away from the killing star of Bai Heming.

The remaining deacon, seeing Bai Heming disappear at the entrance of the formation, immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and waved his hand to let people clean up the deacon who had been dismembered.

He himself took out the communication jade pendant and sent a message out, but this message was intercepted by Killing.

"The White Emperor even dares to make a fuss in Luo Ming Palace, how can his temper be so easy to speak!"

At the top of a tower above the formation square, Kill Potian looked at the white crane in the formation and shouted.

"Elder Yang, you go down and deal with it, transfer that deacon away, and don't let the old guy of the family know about the White Emperor's killing of the deacon!"

"Yes, young master!" the old man who had been following him disappeared into the tower.

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In the martial pattern formation, there is a circular light platform, and there are martial pattern killing arrays all around.

These martial pattern killing arrays will continue to shrink within half an hour, leaving only one person's place on the circular light platform.

In other words, the 100 of them must decide the final winner within half an hour.

Bai Heming, dressed in black, stood casually on the light platform, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

Got rid of the cultivators who didn't dare to come in, and there were still more than sixty people left in this issue of Bai Heming.

The people who stayed behind were all people who were quite confident in their own strength.

Even if you are defeated, you can still run for your life!

After everyone stood on the Radiance Platform, the Martial Pattern Formation was activated instantly, and the Martial Pattern Attack Formation in all directions gradually approached the Radiance Platform.

The moment the formation was activated, these more than sixty people, with a tacit understanding, used a powerful attack together, and blasted towards the white crane all over the world.