It's a desperate fight.

On the talisman platform, He Jin and Wei Ming were like two cows competing with each other!

Two equally arrogant people, this battle is simple and shocking!

Finally, after countless strong collisions, Wei Ming's sacrifice came up with his "Divine Fire Gourd".

He Jin laughed and said, "I know that you have this ability, and you have finally shown your timidity!" The 'Divine Fire Gourd' is a good talisman soldier, and it is a bit of a waste in your hands!"

The "Divine Fire Gourd" spewed out monstrous flames, and He Jin was not in a hurry, and directly sacrificed a giant beast shaped like a fierce tiger - the "Yellow and White Nightmare Beast".

"Ah......h

Someone in the crowd exclaimed that He Jin actually had a talisman like the "Yellow and White Nightmare Beast".

Yes, this is Fu Bing.

In ancient times, it was said that there was a strange talisman beast between heaven and earth, which was the most ferocious and powerful divine object given to the world by the origin of God.

However, by now, there was no trace of the existence of a rune beast in the entire Xuanhuang Continent.

According to some secret methods left by the ancients, there is a type of forging master in the world who can forge talismans with the magical powers of ancient rune beasts, and obviously, this "yellow and white nightmare beast" is this kind of talisman.

Mo Yan is no stranger to this kind of talisman soldier, the second son has a talisman beast-like talisman soldier, that demonic white snake, which still makes Mo Yan remember deeply.

The "Yellow and White Nightmare Beast" regarded the fire as nothing, he opened his mouth, and suddenly sucked it, and the monstrous sea of fire was sucked by him as if it were his mouth.

In the next step, he crisscrossed his hooves and only pounced on Wei Ming.

Wei Ming's face changed continuously, and at the critical moment, he didn't care about anything else, and retreated suddenly.

His speed was very fast, and he withdrew from the ** platform in an instant, and then the person stepped on the Xianwang Square, and as soon as the others arrived at the Xianwang Square, the seal was unsealed, and he recovered all his strength.

"Realm of Fire"

He let out a loud cry, and the fire burned in the air, and the whole world was enveloped in a sea of fire.

The rune realm level master cast the rune realm and directly blocked the ghostly "black and white nightmare beast", Wei Ming finally resisted He Jin's kill, but he broke the rules, and this game was a defeat!

"He Jin, count you as powerful! He said that we will decide the winner again!" Wei Ming's voice sounded in the void, and the voice became more and more ethereal, and finally disappeared...... He fled!

"Boom!" On the Immortal King Square, the spectators let out a deafening cheer, this battle He Jin challenged the strongest of the seed monks, and won the battle, which made him the idol of many people.

"This person is so strong!" Mo Yan made a judgment on He Jin in his heart.

"Xiao Hezi is good, well done, the Flying Tiger Army still defeated the Qiance Army after all!" Lang Yong said.

"We hate those armies the most, it's all dog-eat-dog!" Hong Bao said in a humble voice.

The two of them kept chattering and talking, but they were still very angry, as if no one was paying attention to them, and after a while, the main powerhouses of today's fighting method were all commented on by them.

"You said that Xiao Hezi and that delicate woman had a fight, who won and who lost?" Lang Yong suddenly had a whim, and pointed his finger at Yin Kapok, who had always been the most low-key and one of the top five in the Jinyi camp.

"That's not a delicate girl, that woman is ruthless!" Hong Bao gave Lang Yong a roll of his eyes.

"What if you are ruthless, no matter how ruthless she is, that is, a girl, we have to press her down and let Xiao Mozi get on it!" Lang Yong said with a smile.

Hong Bao tilted his head to look at him, then looked at Mo Yan, and said, "It's going to be the 'Great Trial' soon, he wants you to challenge Yin Kapok!"

"What?" Mo Yan turned around and said, "What 'Great Trial'?"

Lang Yong chuckled lightly and said: "At the end of this round, the remaining 40 people will be arranged to enter the trial ground arranged by the strong, such a trial ground is very complicated, and there is almost no chance of winning alone!"

In such a situation, we do not have the advantage of strength......"

Mo Yan frowned, and somewhat understood Lang Yong's words, if it was really as he said, entering the trial ground, there were people around the top five, and the people centered on them would definitely have an advantage in the trial ground.

If that's the case, other people can only drink the northwest wind, such a competition rule, it's really fucking ruthless!

The battle continued, and the remaining adjustments all ended in the victory of the Seeded Monks, a total of forty Seeded Monks, and in the end, there were thirty-five left, and only five of the Chosen Monks in total were qualified for the promotion!

Such a huge gap made everyone in the golden-clothed monks' camp feel very honored, and all the monks in the entire Immortal King Square were also full of awe for them!

As some have said, the fact that a big scene like this can be worn in this golden robe, which symbolizes the Seed Monk, is a great success in itself.

But the 40-person roster is out, and the next competition is about to start ...... "big test"!

The rules are simple, the monks are divided into several groups, and each group will receive a sigil, and if they use their divine thoughts to drive the sigils, they will enter a strange space.

Which group can break through the space first and return to reality will win.

The monks of the later group will be eliminated!

The monks are grouped according to the principle of voluntariness, Mo Yan has no doubt, and Lang Yong and the fat man Hong Bao are in a group of three.

Unlike the strong soldiers and horses of other groups, Mo Yan's group has a small number of people, and all of them look strange.

Lang Yong chattered all day long, Hong Bao was fat, and he was born simple, better than Guo Shuang. Among the three, Mo Yan is a big man, but Mo Yan is too young, and he always looks like he has a milky smell that has not dried up.

Can such a group of three people be sure of victory?

The 40 people were divided into eight groups, and there were five of them, all of whom were led by the five strongest people, and they were exactly thirty people.

If all five groups win, these thirty people will become the thirty candidates for Ye Shui's battle general cultivation class...... For such a situation, Mo Yan was simply speechless.

In order to qualify, you have to kill one of the five groups and not be overtaken by the other two, which is simply terrible!

"What bullshit rules, it's just playing the piano randomly!" Mo Yan muttered.

"This is the rule of Hou Ye, Hou Ye's surname is like this, his so-called fairness is that resources must be absolutely concentrated!"

"We are eight groups, in fact, they are the forces of the eight directions!

The forces of the eight directions, in the end, will eliminate the three parties, either a big victory or a big defeat, there is no possibility of compromise!"

There are two groups of Flying Tiger Army, Qiance Army, Yeshui City Guard, Prison Army, Second Prince, and Black Nightmare Demon Cavalry, Hua Xiaoshuai leads one group, Huang Zhan also leads one group, and the rest is just Mo Yan's trio.

The strength of such a lineup is very different.

The Flying Tiger Army, the Black Nightmare Demon Horseman, the Prison Military Mansion and the Second Prince are the strongest, while the Qiance Army is leaderless and weaker, and the City Guards are even weaker. In the eyes of everyone, the weakest may be the Mo Yan trio, a very weird trio.

Eight groups of monks walked into the center of the Shenlong ** platform together, and the final decisive battle was about to begin!

All the monks had solemn expressions, including the monks watching the battle in the Immortal King Square, and they all showed enough sympathy for the weak, so Mo Yan's group was taken care of the most.

"Hey, Taoist priest! Today's battle is more auspicious, prepare a little more yuan stone, and use the 'Instrument of Calculation' at the critical moment. ”

Mo Yan communicated with the Taoist priest in the Tongling Treasure Realm through his divine thoughts, and the Taoist priest had a lot of fun with the "Ten Thousand Lantern Orchid" recently, and he rarely cared about Mo Yan's affairs.

He also directly ignored Mo Yan's question, but raised his head and said: "Don't be timid before you enter the trial ground, I'm busy! If you can't even pass this bullshit trial, I think it's right that you don't participate in this general class!"

The eight groups with clear strengths and weaknesses are distributed to each group by the Doufa monks, and the trial rune seal is pale yellow, the rune paper is "Huang Mingxian", the rune ink is "parrot green", and the rune pen is ...... Mo Yan couldn't tell what kind of talisman pen was used.

"You know how to make talismans?"

Mo Yan shook his head and spread his hands.

Lang Yong looked at Mo Yannunu, Mo Yan raised his head, and in an instant, he found that the three of them had become the center of the entire Great Immortal King Square.

Everyone was staring at their side.

From the Immortal King High Platform to the most remote corner of the Immortal King Square, nearly a million eyes looked at the three of them, even including the remaining seven groups of monks.

This is something that many people dream of. But at this moment, in this situation, the attention of all eyes makes people panic.

The eyes of the crowd looking at them were like three abandoned orphans, and their eyes clearly contained three words: "Death!"

Mo Yan's surname is relatively calm, but he doesn't think anything.

Hong Bao and Lang Yong are different, Hong Bao is cute and cute, he is seen by so many people, he is happy, and he feels very glorious.

Lang Yong was the opposite, his face was red, and he scolded Hong Bao for being heartless and heartless.

Lang Yong always does things unexpectedly, and when he can't stand it anymore, he makes a move that surprises everyone.

He jumped directly out of the team, and suddenly scolded: "What are you looking at? Look at your mother's shit!" His hand swept over the other groups of people, and said: "What are you bulls?......hit?

Typical shrew scolding the street!

Everyone was stunned by Lang Yong's sudden move.

Where is this kind of bearing that a monk should have? All kinds of ugly words spit out from Lang Yong's thin lips like pearls, and no one else had a chance to react.

By the time everyone reacted, he had already scolded everyone!

Finally, someone got angry.

"Oh, I'm still moving, what's the matter? scared? Timid, do it before the big trial begins?" Lang Yong's sharp voice sounded, but the others returned to the team like ghosts, vaguely hiding behind the fat man and Mo Yan.

"Humph!" a cold snort, low but clear.

Woman's voice, which woman?

Mo Yan fixed his gaze on Yin Kapian, the only woman in the top five, and suddenly, his face changed, and he suddenly thought of the terrifying assassination behind the Earl's Mansion that day......

(To be continued)