More than 200 miles climbed in a straight line, and the speed gradually widened the distance between everyone.

The mouth of the bottle is already close in front of him, and although the firewood knife has not yet been unsheathed, He Yi's fighting spirit is already high.

The wind was howling, and the wind came from the west, but it could not stop the figure of the first group of people. A few streams of light flew into the mouth of the treasure bottle hundreds of zhang wide, followed by hundreds of people flying in. He Yi was among the hundreds of people who entered in the second batch, he had no mana to escape, and he looked much more low-key than the others, but none of the people here would underestimate their competitors.

Although the mouth of the bottle is hundreds of zhang wide, the bottleneck is narrowed, and the light in the belly of the bottle still looks a little dim.

Hundreds of people entered, but the bottle was still empty, and the monks did not start fighting directly, they were still on guard against each other, and continued to fly towards the bottom of the bottle.

The holy water was in a small crater in the stone wall at the end of the bottle, and it would not appear until noon. At that time, the competition must be fierce, and the holy water may change hands at any time. In the end, the one who can defeat everyone and bring the holy water out of the bottle is the ultimate winner.

In this not very large bottle, tens of thousands of fierce battles are naturally very dangerous, even if everyone knows that the point is stopped, but there are still people who are often injured. This is still the result of the rescue of the masters of Vientiane, otherwise it is not surprising that hundreds of people will die if they are allowed to develop. Of course, in the case of a large number of people, the possibility of wanting to take the holy water and leave with speed is also very small.

The slightly dim light in the bottle does not interfere with everyone's vision. When it was less than 100 feet away from the bottom of the bottle, a group of people stopped tacitly. The bottom of the vase was like a hill lying vertically, bulging out in the middle, with a small depression at the tip.

He Yi's eyes swept around, and he found that the aura of the people next to him was almost all the appearance of the late Yuan Infant, and the first few to arrive were even comparable to the Immortal Transformation! With this kind of strength, it was almost impossible for him to grab it!

Calculating the time, there is still more than an hour before noon, and if you start fighting now, even if the mana is strong, you can't stay up. Among the first few people to arrive, a handsome young man looked around, coughed lightly, and said, "Everyone, there is still some time for the holy water to be born, so let's rest for a while, don't be in a hurry, lest we be picked up by the latecomers." ”

"What Brother Xu said is that the holy water in the bottle has always started after it appeared, and we are fighting to the death now just for a little bit of opportunity, and in the end we will still be besieged by the people who walk behind, which is not cost-effective. Someone immediately chimed in.

No one is a fool, and they all understand that doing it now is completely to make a wedding dress for someone else. Although the holy water is not really useful for immortal cultivators, if you can get it, you can become famous for a while, and even get the opportunity to be instructed by a master.

Hundreds of people drifted in one position, keeping their distance and vigilance from each other, and no one spoke. After a while, the sunlight projected by the mouth of the bottle dimmed, and a large wave of people poured in, and in just a few moments, there were thousands more people in the bottle.

As soon as this group of people arrived, the atmosphere inside the treasure bottle became much more tense, and the hundreds of people who arrived first all moved closer to the bottom of the bottle.

The contenders are still coming one after another, some of them are really not fast, and some are deliberately slowing down, waiting for others to fight almost before starting. Ten thousand people grab a drop of water, preemptive or preemptive have their own reasons, but the behavior of guarding the left hand of the fisherman's profit at the mouth of the bottle is easy to be excluded, because this event is fun first, competition second.

There were more and more people in the vase, and the atmosphere became more and more tense. Suddenly, I don't know which monk happened to bump into his old rival and cast a spell. As soon as the two moved, the people next to them consciously retreated, but it triggered a further collision and spread the flames of war!

Outside the vase, hundreds of avatar immortals stood proudly in the wind, one by one either watching with interest with the primordial gods, or stroking their beards and smiling leisurely.

Miaoyun's red dress is particularly eye-catching, where she is, there is hardly a man next to her, and even women consciously keep a certain distance from her. But she didn't care about this, just a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her fingers twisted a wisp of green silk, wrapping it around.

A sonorous sound was like a spark that ignited the tense atmosphere in the vase. After a while, the brilliance of various spells in the bottle flew around, and countless sword qi flowed vertically and horizontally. Some people deliberately avoid the battle circle, but the brawl has already started, and when they avoid one place, they fall into another, and it is difficult to hide with their whole body.

In the circle of people closest to the bottom of the bottle, there were not many people who moved, but with the flying of spells and sword qi, many people were already forced to pull down the water. He Yi paid attention to the people next to him while dodging, and found that everyone was almost the same as him, and he didn't do it if he could. There is still an hour before noon, and it is not the time to fight!

But suddenly, several monks on the periphery fought and retreated to approach them, and it was even possible to surpass them and break directly to the bottom with the momentum of retreat!

This is the first opportunity, how can others be allowed to seize it! Subconsciously, dozens of monks who were almost all in the late Yuan Infant period shot at the same time, and one by one spell hit the retreating few people!

In the roar, none of those people were injured! They had intended to do so, and the dozens of people who shot did not use all their strength, so they were naturally easily resisted.

After discovering their purpose, many of the people who arrived first suddenly couldn't sit still and directly began to join the melee.

As a result, the people at the bottom of the bottle could no longer live in peace, and were swept into layers of chaos.

He Yi still didn't draw his knife. He knows the power of his firewood knife, this is just the beginning, it is better to leave some hole cards for himself first. He was bare-handed, and his palm technique flew up and down without leaking, even if the spell sword qi came, it could hardly hurt him under the weakening of his strength and palm technique in the cave Xuan period.

It was still a little difficult for the Yuan Infant Monk to hurt him with the power that he sent out casually.

The melee lasted for a long time, and He Yi avoided it again and again without fighting, and finally attracted the attention of others. The handsome young man who spoke first smiled at him kindly, and then pushed his palm and slapped the big handprint.

He also smiled, no longer dodged, and directly smashed the Qingguang handprint with a punch, and approached the person with a shake.

"What a strong force, are you an ascetic?" He asked.

"Not bad. He Yi replied frankly, and when he rushed to him less than ten zhang, he was stopped by a fierce sword qi that suddenly attacked, and he had no choice but to bombard the condensed power on the sword qi.

The sword qi shattered and dissipated, and the back of his fingers tingled slightly, but he was not injured. The handsome young man did not take the opportunity to sneak attack, but instead swung a wave of mana to block a rocket for him.

"Thank you. ”

Although the rocket was not very powerful, He Yi still thanked him. There was a scuffle in this place, and there was no fairness, but the other party had the heart to fight with him fairly, and he was naturally aroused by the will to fight!

"You're welcome. The man replied, took out a brush out of thin air, and drew twice at him.

Zhenyuan wandered away with the soft hair, and in the blink of an eye, a "ten" character flew away from the brush and flew towards He Yi.

Feeling the powerful power contained in the ten-character mantra, He Yi didn't dare to be careless, his body twisted in the air, and his right fist armor-piercing style slammed into it!

With a crisp sound, the ten-character spell turned into light chips and flew away, but behind the cross, there was a stronger "wood" word!

"Xu Yiwu lives in Wen'an, Xiabeicheng, I don't know who my friends are?" The man took the pen lightly, dealing with He Yi while solving the troubles around him.

"He Yi, a person from afar, has just been here for a month. ”

rumble

The word "wood" was shattered, and immediately after that, the word "rice" was also crippled by the remaining few layers of dark energy, and he easily threw it off.

After the word "rice", there is the word "come". His strokes are getting more and more, and his power is gradually increasing, but the speed of casting spells has not slowed down at all! He Yi is quite interested in this method of spellcasting, and he has not done his best, after breaking a word, the rest of his mind is on resisting the flow spell.

After the word "come", it is no longer a single word, but a strange symbol. Xu Yiwu's wrist spun quickly, and one by one the character spells flew out in a line, if a spell attacked, he took the brush and swiped it lightly, and a sword-like true yuan swept it away.

The spell suddenly turned into several dozen attacks, He Yi had to treat it with a straight face, stepped on the triple wave with his volley, smashed several layers of spells with his left fist armor breaking style, and shook the air with his right fist breaking the mountain, and then turned around and kicked the last few charms into light chips.

Seeing that he still refused to draw his sword, Xu Yiwu frowned, took out a piece of jade pendant and crushed it into blue light to protect himself, and then continued to dance with the pen in his hand, drawing complex spells one after another.

He Yi gradually found that the other party's spell began to change from the appearance of the "Serving Spirit Spell" at the beginning, as if different characters already contained different powers.

A flame-like character flew in, and although he was shattered by the strength of his fist, he was taken aback by the sudden heat wave.

The two of them were playing energetically, and suddenly there was a gust of wind wall like a substance on the periphery, the wind wall was so powerful and wide in scope that it could be called arrogant!

Arrogance naturally has the capital of arrogance, and the wind wall dozens of zhang wide crushed over, and the targets directly included He Yi and Xu Yiwu, as well as the two late Yuan Infant monks. The four of them did not underestimate the enemy, and each used his own means.

He Yiqiang pulled out the firewood knife with a bang, and a wave of empty wave knife qi directly shattered a wall of wind, and then gave up Xu Yiwu, the opponent, directly through the broken hole of the wall of wind, and slashed away at the black-clothed young man behind him with a knife.

Not only him, but the other three also abandoned the target at the same time, and attacked the man in black with one move at the same time.

In the face of the attack of four people, the man was not in a hurry, and a small flag appeared in his hand. He waved a few times with a flagpole less than two feet long, and a stronger wind and wave swept out, which was worthy of a tie with the attack of the four.

It's so strong!

He Yi couldn't help frowning.

Although that knife was not his full strength, it could be resisted so easily, and it was still in the case of a one-on-four, the strength of the other party could be imagined!

"Interesting. ”

I don't know who said it, and then I saw a large net with red light appear out of thin air, directly wrapped in the young man in black. The others were not polite, each casting a magic spell, and besieging the arrogant one by one.

He Yichai slashed vertically, and the knife qi tore through the air with a momentum of no return, and went straight to the opposite door.

Under the stronger four attacks, the black-clothed young man was finally a little unable to block it, and was swept up by the sword qi that dispersed most of his strength, and was slightly injured.

"Yes, there are a few masters. He said in a low voice, turning and disappearing into the scuffle, not wanting to fight them again.

The scuffle continued, and the battle of thousands of Yuan Infant Monks made the echo in the bottle belly deafening, and all kinds of spells and magic weapons also stirred the air inside into a pot of porridge.

Fortunately, this statue of the Holy King has been blessed by the Thousand-Faced Saint King himself with great mana, otherwise in such a fierce battle, I am afraid that it would have been shattered long ago.

After He Yi drew his sword, his combat power was a little stronger, although it was not a ruthless fight, but it was inevitable that he would be injured by mistake. Sometimes, before the crisis can surface, it is enveloped in a burst of red, white or gray light, blocking a blow that can be fatal and disabled.

Many people realized that they were starting to be overwhelmed, and tried their best to break away from the warband and hide in a place where no one was around, but the number of people in the bottle continued to decrease.

After a long time, the entire treasure bottle fell into a scuffle, and everyone had to guard against the surprise attacks that might occur at any time when facing the enemy, and the mental burden was huge.

An hour later, there were less than 5,000 people left in the bottle like Gu worms devouring each other.

Suddenly, there was silence in the vase!

It's noon!

Everyone stopped uncontrollably under the ancient invisible force, and thousands of pairs of eyes looked at the bulging and sunken bottom of the bottle at the same time.