The words were overwhelmed and reverberated on the grassland, and the words without emotional ups and downs made He Miaomiao's heart sink when he heard it.

Outside the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, there are also arenas, where life and death can be fought on the field, and there are also ordinary competitions up to the end. Generally, there are two types of solo battles and group battles, and the participants include monsters and monks.

Spectators can bet on the sidelines, treating the spectators as a bloody and exciting game, and winning or losing can be enthusiastic, which is very popular on Wanbao Island in the East China Sea. Inland cities have similar occasions, but without the size of Wanbao Island, most of them can only be counted as ordinary rings.

The large arenas on Wanbao Island are generally fair and just, and the participants are all voluntary, for the high stakes and the benefits of the experience in fighting and fighting.

But in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, the nature is completely different.

Most of the fighting remnants that came from the wind were sent by monks, and there were occasional demon beast breaths, and most of them were also so-called low-grade bloodline types.

Thinking of Yin Huaiyu's instructions again, the two immediately reacted, this place is by no means an ordinary competition, but a place for high-level demon cultivation to have fun, in order to watch a crazy killing game.

The bloody qi coming from the eight directions was so thick that it overshadowed the aura, He Miaomiao quickly calmed down, and the governor had come to this point, and there was no other choice but to face it.

"Master, quickly form a heart-to-heart formation with me, so as not to be separated in the field!" she quickly forced out a drop of blood from between her eyebrows, and sacrificed her spiritual light to draw a formation pattern, and after fusing with the hundred refining blood droplets, after separation, the spiritual light flashed, and it disappeared into the center of their eyebrows.

The familiar induction was born at the moment when the blood dripped into the body, and the two of them also entered a state of battle at this moment, fighting with their backs facing each other, sacrificing their natal magic weapons, and hanging firmly in front of them with a sword and a ding.

The dust in the distance poured in like a tide, and soon the two of them were completely submerged, and the surroundings were already dark and lightless, and at this time, they couldn't see half a step in front of them. In such a situation, the only way to see things with divine consciousness is very draining in a fight.

He Miaomiao's divine sense was stronger than that of the middle stage of Jindan, coupled with her keen spiritual sense, her reaction was no slower than that of the late stage of Jindan, and she sensed that someone in front of her was attacking rapidly, and hit a spiritual light at the door in front of her, and she quickly dodged with her body.

Hanguang flashed out of the dantian, disappeared in the darkness, rushed out of the heavy aura vortex, and silently submerged into the dantian of the sneak attacker.

The entire arena is divided into eight factions, rushing from eight directions, but in fact, each camp is chaotic, it should be a group battle in all directions, but the private battles inside are going on all the time, and there are no friends or enemies at all!

Before anyone approached, several murderous aura had arrived in front of him, He Miaomiao could dodge and hide, and if he could defend, he would defend, and he would never spend his strength to attack with others. Only by attacking and killing can you preserve enough spiritual power to persist to the end.

Although she can use the alien fire to burn a large number of monks in front of her to ashes in a few breaths, after she can use up her spiritual power, there will still be more people to pounce, and then she can only be slaughtered by others, without defense and no power to fight back.

Monks and demon beasts gathered, and the yellow sand that shook the sky also had unique benefits, and the occasional dark light of a faint sneak attack would also be undoubtedly revealed in this dusk.

He Miaomiao turned sideways, tapping the grass with her toes, leaving almost no traces, avoiding the three secret attacks, sensing that the yellow sand was shaking again, she immediately flew up and dodged the two sword qi again.

The divine sense probed to the place where the sneak attack came, and Hanguang quickly divided into nine, and in a single thought, he harvested three lives, and the remaining two were slightly injured and one seriously injured, and were killed by the "teammates" around him in one fell swoop.

The figure couldn't help flashing, and the feet infused with spiritual power couldn't stop at all, He Miaomiao had already dispersed with Bai Lian, and the heart array between his eyebrows was slightly hot, indicating that he was full of vitality and had no worries about his life.

The nasal cavity was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the bright and extinguished spiritual light flickered in the dim yellow dust and sand, and occasionally human figures flashed from all directions, and everywhere they went, there was the aftermath of aura and fighting methods.

Hanguang was like a fish in water in this chaos, He Miaomiao tried her best to maintain the attitude that no one would offend me and I would not offend, wandering among the monks with blurred faces, dodging every sneak attack, and killing everyone who tried to attack her.

One after another spiritual light broke through the sky, and was covered by more turbulent flying dust, the fighting had long been unable to see the moves, and the monks who wielded the natal magic weapon indiscriminately gradually became crazy in the fight.

He Miaomiao didn't know how long they had been here, and his divine sense occasionally swept over the faces in front of him, only to see his face covered with blood and the indifferent killing intent in his eyes.

The hot blood sprayed everywhere, and it was impossible to tell which direction it came from, He Miaomiao struggled in the field for a while, and soon like everyone else, he was drenched in sticky blood from head to toe.

Under the increasingly frenzied attack, He Miaomiao had to face each other head-on.

The gauze skirt made of Yiheng grass and silk on her body had not yet had time for the final fusion, and under countless open attacks and secret attacks, more than ten cracks cracked. There are fewer and fewer people crowded on the grassland, but there are more and more corpses under their feet, and they are lying together, and it is more difficult to dodge.

Once he stepped on the wrong direction and stood on top of several corpses, the whole person stood out, and suddenly countless spiritual lights shot directly into the dantian Zhihai.

He Miaomiao can no longer easily avoid people, the red-eyed monks have no reason, and her sobriety and helplessness seem fragile and ridiculous in this fight.

The number of people was drastically reduced, and the surrounding monks attacked more violently. A sky-piercing sword aura was extremely domineering, like a violent beast, instantly splitting the three Jindan early stage and slamming straight into He Miaomiao's back.

The light shot out like a bamboo, rushing through the loess, and the aura was crazy everywhere it went. It has never hidden its tracks, its momentum can no longer be stopped, the sword qi seems to be able to swallow mountains and rivers, and dozens of waves are waved in the blink of an eye, instantly splitting the seemingly irresistible sword qi!

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the sword is the head of a hundred soldiers.

The loud bang exploded, echoing over the grassland, and the powerful air flow caused every grain of dust to explode, turning into an invisible killing machine and scattering, and the unfortunate monk who bumped into him shattered all his internal organs under the impact.

He Miaomiao's eyes did not reduce the fighting intent, her hands shook her sleeves quickly, and the spiritual power of the sea of consciousness was mobilized to the extreme, and the light connected by her heart and mind instantly divided into nine.

The four swords were divided into four sides and split out, each of the five swords hid and secretly changed their tracks, and the furious sword qi swept out a dustless place, she clearly saw the blood spilling from the mouth of the sword-wielding male cultivator, but at the same time as she made a move, he slashed out dozens of sword qi again!

Hanguang danced in the air, and from a distance, it was still a sword without ups and downs, but the extremely fast dark light had already changed countless moves in the process!

The sword qi and sword qi collided again, and the air flow mixed with dust rippled in circles, like an attack with substance, shaking countless monks to flee one after another.