The twilight fades, the night comes, the stars are dotted, and the morning glow rises......

A day has passed, and the ten battle platforms are still fighting, during which countless monks have appeared on the stage, either defeating the opponent with pride, breaking through a few levels in a row, or being knocked out of the ring by someone with a palm, so they lost the opportunity and could only leave the arena in anger. . c o m

Sometimes the reality is so cruel, born in the era of the rise of the powers, even if you have outstanding talent and great combat power, you will always meet someone stronger than you, it can be said that a mountain is higher than a mountain, almost no one has been persevering, and was defeated by the latecomers.

But all this, in the eyes of some people, is too normal to be normal, after all, many people know that the real master has not yet appeared, and this battle is just the beginning.

In the crowd, an inconspicuous figure was mixed in, sitting quietly in place and meditating with his eyes closed.

Around him, a few ruffian-like people gathered together, eating, drinking, and merrymaking, did not come here to participate in the fight, but instead used the ten rings as a stage, and whenever someone fell to the ground and vomited blood, they had to clap their hands and applaud, which was quite a bit of schadenfreude.

On the high platform, several Saint Son-level figures still sat still, just quietly watching the battle, and no one made a move.

......

The sky darkened, and before I knew it, it was raining.

Donglong Heavenly City was already in the sky, close to the sky, and now this ancient battle platform is in the sky in the sky, as if it is about to reach the end of the sky, and a lightning bolt pierces the sky, as if it is within reach, right next to it.

The rain was pouring down, and all the monks urged the magic tricks to resist the wind and rain, but the figure in the crowd still sat still, letting the rain wet his clothes and wet his face.

"Yang Tian, this kid is too diligent, it's all a big battle, and he actually retreats here, it's just a drag...... "Han Bin muttered, but he couldn't bear to ignore him, and turned his hand to conjure up a giant umbrella, propping it on top of Yang Tian's head, shielding him from the wind and rain.

"His potential is greater than that of you and me, this is to watch the big battle, while feeling himself, there are only a handful of people who can do this. Montenegro laughed, very optimistic about Yang Tian.

In fact, Yang Tian is indeed in retreat, but compared to ordinary retreats, he is now more inclined to a state of mind improvement.

As the saying goes, the position of the station is different, and the things to see are also different, and the cultivation of sitting in the well and watching the sky will naturally not realize the spirit of seeing the mountains at a glance. And the two close encounters with the major holy sons and demons, Yang Tian felt a unique aura from them.

It's a breath of itself.

Chen Yi's composure, the domineering spirit of the thunder, the arrogance of the little demon king, and the charm of the Yan family's heavenly daughter, these are all a kind of temperament that belongs to them, and this temperament has unconsciously become a symbol of their strength.

It can be said that everyone has a different path, and their own temperament is one with them...... In the future growth, such a temperament is indispensable.

Yang Tian knew that if he wanted to break through the Holy Realm, this was a very important level, and only when he knew his own path could he take a step forward. This was also the main reason why he had been unable to step into the Holy Realm for so long, and at a certain moment, he finally found this point.

So, what is his own temperament?

For a demon who has lost his memory, what goal is worth pursuing?

What am I pursuing? Yang Tian fell into deep thought......

I have to say that it was the first time that Yang Tian was so eager to recognize himself, but without any memories, he felt very painful, he was confused, he didn't know where his direction was, and he didn't know what kind of state of mind he should have.

The only shadow engraved in his heart like a nightmare was a fragment of the demon lord ingesting his mind, the scene where he was strangled by human monks and almost fell, that was his only memory, telling him all the time that he should take revenge on humans with hatred!

"If that's the case, then is the most suitable for such a me, is it killing and demonic?" Yang Tian's mind suddenly rose this thought.

For some reason, just when he remembered the word killing, the blood in his whole body began to boil, as if guiding him to the abyss of hell in the dark, and to achieve the supreme true demon body with his body.

Maybe as a demon, bloody killing and slaughtering everything is the most suitable for him.

However, just as this thought came to his mind, he hesitated.

Because, in the dream, a beautiful shadow suddenly came from afar, this is an extremely beautiful woman, maybe not a city and a country, but she is pretty, her eyes are cut, and she is full of spirituality.

Just the first glance was enough to fascinate Yang Tian, and his eyes were reluctant to leave, if he could stay in place, Yang Tian hoped that it would be for a lifetime.

"Xi ......" Yang Tian muttered in his mouth, and his heart began to clog inexplicably, only to feel an indescribable feeling all over his body.

Even though he has amnesia, but for some reason, in the face of the sunset, there seems to be an innate sense of intimacy, although it is the beginning, but it seems that the two have known each other for a long time, maybe there is no reason, and there is no result, he only knows that it is his absolutely inseparable emotion.

Yang Tian opened his eyes, his eyes were full of melancholy and dazedness, he came back to his senses, and sighed bitterly in his heart, not knowing whether it was right or wrong.

At that moment, he had already found an opportunity to enter the Holy Realm, as long as he unswervingly became a demon, he would definitely immediately break through to the Holy Realm and cultivate to a thousand miles.

But even if a thought becomes a demon, because of the appearance of the night in his mind, he stops living, and then everything is interrupted, and when he wakes up from the retreat, his cultivation has not improved at all, and he can even be described as having nothing to do, but he is even more at a loss.

"What are you thinking, like you've lost your soul?" Han Bin saw that he woke up with such a depressed look, and immediately came over.

"The assault on the Holy Realm has failed. Yang Tian smiled bitterly.

"Ha, failure is failure, this kind of thing is hard to find. Han Bin shrugged his shoulders, as if he had expected such a result, and continued, "Don't make a fuss, I also stayed in the Great Perfection of Divine Power for two years before breaking through, or did my father find a lot of precious divine pills for me to eat, so it had an effect." ”

"Well, what's the situation in the ten rings now?" Yang Tian asked.

"It's almost high, the tide is up, just a few well-known powerhouses took turns to fight, dominated a few battle platforms, defeated more than a dozen people one after another, and have been in a winning streak, no one can threaten them for the time being, I estimate that some people should not be able to sit still at this time. Han Bin analyzed and said the current situation.

Yang Tian nodded, swept his gaze, and found that on several battle platforms, there were several cultivators with Divine Power Great Perfection, who were more than twice as high as the cultivation of the people who had come on the field before, and there were almost no opponents.

However, he quickly shook his head, these were at most average, far from the word strong.

Even from the cultivation alone, Yang Tian's current arrival at the peak of the Divine Power Great Perfection Realm can almost be regarded as a monk who has stepped into the Holy Realm with one foot, far more powerful than these people, not to mention the fact that he has always been able to fight beyond the ranks.

In the Donglong Heavenly City, there were definitely no less than thirty Saint Realm powerhouses he had seen, not including some hermitages, if he really counted them, he felt that a hundred would not be a problem, after all, how big was the Eastern Dragon? In addition to the Heavenly City, there were also some monks in the Inner Realm, so if this was counted, there were simply as many monks in the Holy Realm as a cow.

The rain was still falling, but this did not affect the excitement and high mood of some of the monks, and the battle continued, but intensified as time went on.

Almost all of the ten venues had powerful monks on the stage, and they temporarily took down the ring, and most of the monks who went up were mediocre monks, and they were beaten down by others after a few moves.

Someone won twelve games in a row, bringing unparalleled confidence and honor to this monk, and became the temporary champion of the fourth battle platform, with unlimited momentum and irresistible, attracting the shouts of many monks.

"Zhang Feng, the fourth-generation disciple without a trace, came to ask for advice!" Another monk jumped up with his hands in fists, landed in the ring, and when he came up, he sacrificed the fairy sword, and slashed out a sword light four or five zhang long, slashing at the opponent.

"Insect carving skills. The monk was extremely proud, and under the retreat of his body, he condensed the magic technique, took a sharp breath, and exhaled vigorously, and a huge fireball erupted from his mouth, like a fire dragon, and blasted his opponent out in an instant.

Defeat the enemy with one move!

"Wang Lan, the second-generation disciple of Tianya Pavilion, came to ask for advice!"

"Ah......" a miserable howl and defeated.

The monk fought more and more fiercely, defeated four people in succession, and won seventeen games in a row at once, and a strong aura of invincibility was put on this monk's head, making his face full of red light, and he was very excited.

However, this joy did not last long, a black light fell from the sky, and in an instant it fell on the monk's body, and before everyone could even see what was going on, the monk who had lost twelve people in a row spat blood from his mouth, and one was kicked out of the ring......

There was silence.

"It's him...... Little Demon King!" someone exclaimed.

"Oh my God, I kicked that monk away, my eyes didn't flower, did I? That's a real Divine Power Dzogchen Monk!"

"He couldn't hold it back so quickly. ”

After the silence, there was an even more boiling discussion, the majesty of the monk was obvious to all, he had lost seventeen people in a row, he was by no means an ordinary monk, but such a person was kicked away by the little demon king of Chaotian, it was really chilling......

The style of the little demon king of Chaotian is the same as usual, his black hair is dancing upside down, his cold eyes are like electricity, he is holding two double guns in both hands, and the whole person stands there like a killing god, sweeping in all directions, and shouting coldly: "Who dares to fight with me?"

Many people looked at each other, the Holy Son of the Ancient Cave is in your hands, except for the Holy Son-level people who dare to fight you, who would dare?

Isn't this pure death?

But just when many people below were silent and no one answered, a voice sounded from the crowd: "I'm here to fight you!"

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