On the fifth day, everyone felt a strange aura in the neighborhood.

Breath of space!

Above the tuyere, a piece of atomized aura gathered out of thin air, and a trace of spatial aura circulated around.

"Boom!"

At noon, an earth-shattering voice sounded.

The space fluctuated, the aura rolled, and the sky in front of him was like a blank piece of paper, trembling violently at this moment, and then terrifying cracks appeared.

The power of space between the rifts raged, flying sand and rocks everywhere they went, and the people nearby who didn't have time to leave were swept into the space, and turned into powder in the blink of an eye.

"Whoa!"

The last mighty breath swept in all directions, and a whirlpool the size of a thousand zhang appeared in the air.

From the whirlpool, there was a vicissitudes, a wild aura, and an aura that made everyone feel palpitations, as if facing a ferocious ancient beast.

Under the watchful eye of all people, an ancient arena of 300 zhang and mottled traces everywhere came from the whirlpool.

With a boom, the arena was suspended in the air, like a huge floating island, and then an arena flew out.

Each arena has a mysterious prohibition, runes all over, ten huge bronze pillars, engraved with the vicissitudes of life, carved with dragons and flying phoenixes.

After the emergence of the two arenas, the whirlpool became the size of a hundred zhang, exuding terrifying spatial power.

"The Tianjiao battlefield is open!"

At this time, an ancient voice of vicissitudes appeared out of thin air in the arena.

As soon as the words fell, the runes of the two arenas surged, frantically absorbing all the aura around them, and a powerful halo was shrouded around each arena.

The four huge pillars of the arena are flashing with spiritual light, and the patterns on them are lifelike and vivid, and they seem to come to life at this moment.

At this time, the figure of the monk who was eyeing him around flashed and rushed directly to the arena.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Ah, what's the matter, my cultivation is imprisoned?"

"There's something weird about this halo, and you can't get in. ”

The moment many monks came into contact with the aura of aura, they only felt that the aura in their bodies stagnated for a while, and the whole thing fell straight to the ground.

Even if some people came into contact with the halo, they still couldn't break through the halo, and when they attacked the halo, they were directly bounced away.

......

Wang An has heard about these situations for a long time.

This is the first test of the arena, and those whose strength has reached the late stage of foundation building can break through the prohibition of the surrounding runes.

Those whose strength has reached the foundation building consummation can break through the halo and enter the arena, and everyone who enters the arena will receive a strange spiritual void order.

This arena can only hold 1,000 people, and only the first 1,000 people can obtain tokens and compete for the qualification to enter the Spirit Void Cave Heaven.

A person with a cold complexion, eyes like knives, and a strange blue light, and a surging aura around him, not inferior to the early Jindan monks at all.

This person is the seed player of the Three Holy Sects, called Shui Yitian.

I saw that everywhere he went, everyone avoided it, and a huge spiritual pressure swept around.

A golden light flashed all around him, and the golden light lingered in his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be gilded with ordinary monks, walking towards the arena like a cloud.

This is Jin Lingzi, the seed player of the Golden Spirit Sect, it is said that he is a top-grade Jin Linggen, and his cultivation talent is very good.

He seemed to be a whirlpool of spiritual energy, and the golden spiritual energy around him poured into his body one after another, like a mud cow entering the sea, quietly disappearing.

With a finger, the runes around the arena trembled, and he easily entered the arena and became the first player to enter the arena.

A little monk wearing a robe, with a delicate face and kind eyebrows, appeared outside the arena.

His Dharma appearance is solemn, the light of the Buddha is shining all over his body, and he keeps chanting Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, and everywhere he goes, a breath of the early stage of Jindan swept all around.

This is the seed player of Hanshan Temple, it is said that he was born with Buddha bones, and his life Buddhism is earth-shattering, which is very good.

A veiled woman with a fire attribute surrounded by a strange fire phoenix appeared next to the arena behind her.

Everywhere she went, the air seemed to be burning, and a blazing sensation filled everywhere.

This person comes from the Phoenix family, a hidden family, and it is said that this family has a trace of blood from the ancient true spirit phoenix.

......

The major celestial pride emerges in endlessly, Wang An does not know anyone except for the seed players of the major forces, and many disciples secretly cultivated by the major forces also have the cultivation of monks who are not inferior to Jindan.

In a few moments, there were already hundreds of people standing on the arena.

"Little junior brother, if you don't go yet, there are only a thousand places. At this time, Weng Li came to Wang An's side and reminded him in a low voice.

"Well, I'll go now!" Wang An said with a relaxed face, nodded and said.

I saw that his mind moved, and a surging and majestic blood emanated from his body, and his body was suddenly covered with a faint layer of silver-white.

Weng Li was on the side, and she could vaguely hear the majestic aura flowing like a river in Wang An's body.

"Senior sister, I'm going!" Wang An winked at Weng Li.

After speaking, Wang An plunged into the crowd.

There are a lot of people here, and it is estimated that there are tens of thousands of people, and the arena is crowded with thousands of feet.

.......

"Where did this come from? The tenth floor of the foundation also came to join in the fun. ”

"This clothes, he is a disciple of the Medicine King Valley. ”

There are basically disciples of the twelfth layer of the foundation here, and when they saw Wang An rushing over, they glanced at Wang An with disdain.

"Get out, get out of here!

At this time, a breath of foundation building perfection shot directly at Wang Andang's chest.

Wang An's sense swept and found that the attacker was a middle-aged monk with demonic energy rolling all over his body.

"Boom!"

Wang An didn't raise his head, he turned his hand and slapped him, a powerful divine sense enveloped the other party, and a palm shadow flashing with wind and thunder was directly imprinted on him.

The man was like a kite with a broken string in full view, spitting blood from his mouth and flying straight upside down. Wang An had an aura on his body that was close to the early stage of Jindan, and it was fleeting.

The power of a palm, the horror was like this, and everyone was suppressed.

Wang An rushed directly to the arena, and everywhere he went, people turned on their backs, even if someone shot at Wang An, he saw the attack fall on Wang An, only to see a flash of silver light, unscathed.

In the blink of an eye, Wang An was already close to the arena.

"Hmph, the tenth floor of the little foundation has actually arrived here?"

At this time, in front of Wang An, a fake infant monk wearing a loose cultivation costume saw Wang An, snorted coldly, and the aura in the air fluctuated, and a flying sword transformed into aura slashed towards Wang An.

Wang An looked at the other party, his eyes were cold, and a monstrous murderous aura permeated the surroundings.