Chapter 561 Leave the Problem to Fate
In the first year of Taihuang, on the first day of the first month, a battle of endless geniuses will be held in the endless battlefield at the edge of the universe.
This information, under the promotion of the Supreme Council of the human race, has spread throughout the entire One True World and all the human territories.
All the cultivation forces, including those independent cultivators, took action upon hearing the news. Such a grand event not only represented huge benefits and glory, but the opponents were also alien and demon races. Any cultivator with a little ambition, as long as they had decent strength, wanted to get involved.
Self-confidence is a natural quality that all living things possess, but often due to the limitation of narrow vision, this self-confidence will expand unnecessarily, thus losing a clear understanding of oneself.
After all, the genius monsters still account for a minority, and the vast majority of the confident cultivators are just going through the motions and serving as a foil.
Moreover, the Endless Pride Battle does not require so many contestants. The three most powerful clans in this world have so many young cultivators that they are simply too numerous to count. If they all rush in at once, the Bronze Immortal Palace may not have a place to stand.
The human race's top leaders also saw this drawback, and in order to better select the true geniuses, they issued a decree, and all major realms and forces began to cover the selection of all geniuses.
However, those top forces have a longer-term vision and have already carried out independent selection. They will allocate resources according to the strength of the younger generation of geniuses, so as to maximize the strength of the geniuses in the shortest time.
Everything, countless efforts, are all for the purpose of shining the brightest light in the endless battle of geniuses.
For the sake of the human race, for the sake of their respective forces, and for their own future achievements.
The battle of inheritance in the deep space of the poisonous sea at the center of the earth and the dirty swamp is just one aspect of the countless selections. However, due to tradition and in order to reflect the true combat power of the geniuses, the rules are even more brutal and it is a true battle of life and death.
The poisonous sea at the center of the earth is a special area hidden from sight. It has little contact with the outside world and maintains a cruel way of competition.
"kill--"
Boom! A nine-colored giant python rose from the ground, opened its mouth and roared, and the colorful poisonous mist spread rapidly, corroding even the void into a solution. A sharp cold light flashed, and the figures of many geniuses froze, and the next moment they turned into a pile of minced meat. The black water swept over, and the meat foam was corroded into a wisp of green smoke.
"Witch! Witch!"
"Let's go together and kill Venom Fang Miaomiao first!!"
Hiss! Roar!
This is a battle with no retreat. Once you enter the Filthy Swamp, only one person can walk out alive. The rest will stay here forever and turn into a stream of black water.
In the dark and turbid battlefield, the fighting situation became more and more brutal. The more eye-catching the performance of the children was, the more likely they were to be besieged. More and more geniuses joined the battle to besiege the witch.
After a long time, the corpses piled up like a mountain and the blood looked like a sea.
The sounds of fighting gradually died down. The nine-colored giant python coiled and entangled itself on the huge mountain of corpses, roaring silently and being extremely brutal.
Poison Fang Miaomiao's body slowly emerged from the depths of the Nine-Colored Python's head, with half of its body exposed. It looked around with a tense face, and an invisible murderous aura was extremely hot.
"hiss--"
"What a great Poison Fang Miaomiao, what a great old woman with a hand disaster, you Poison Fangs have produced an amazing person!"
The thoughts of many powerful gods and demons saw everything in the depths of the filthy swamp and suddenly fell silent. The youngest Poison Fang Miaomiao actually used the most domineering strength to survive to the end.
"Hehe, my little princess of the Poison Fang family is naturally extraordinary. How can you rotten fish and shrimp compare to her? So, according to the prior agreement, Chi Ming, Hei Shui, you have to take out the best treasures and inheritance to cultivate Miao Miao."
Shou Huo's cold voice was full of pride. All the powerful men remained silent. The result was already decided and they had no intention of refuting.
"Alright, alright, stop looking like your parents have died. Miaomiao walked out of the Poison Sea at the center of the Earth, after all. She represents our entire Poison Sea power. Can't you also benefit from it?"
"Humph! Old woman, we will naturally abide by our agreement."
"That's right. You don't need to emphasize it again and again in a sarcastic way."
"Hehe, this is best."
The sight returned to the Dirty Swamp. Poison Fang Miaomiao's body had emerged from the Nine-Colored Python. He sat cross-legged and reached out to catch a ball of black light floating out from an unknown place.
It is the mysterious inheritance that exists in the Dirty Swamp.
"Tsk! These idiots are so weak. I don't know where they get their confidence from. They even dream of participating in the Endless Pride Battle."
Duya Miaomiao pursed her lips slightly, weighed the black ball of light in her hand, and a hint of reminiscence appeared in her eyes.
"I don't know if that monster is dead or not, and whether he will participate in this event. If I meet him, should I seek revenge? Or should I seek revenge?"
The corner of Poison Fang Miaomiao's mouth curled up, revealing a white fang that flashed a cold light, and then her face fell and her expression became depressed.
"He may be dead."
"According to what the Divine Court said, traces of the demon Buddha Moruo appeared in that area, and a great war broke out. Although that guy is a terrifying monster, he can't be a match for a legendary figure like Moruo..."
"Huh?! What is this?"
Poison Fang Miaomiao was stunned, and saw that the void in front of her suddenly split into a scarlet crack, and a streak of light shot out and fell straight into her arms at an unavoidable speed.
He reached into his bosom, took out an exquisite and ancient token, and looked at it intently.
"Bai Yujing? Poison?!"
…
"Well, although Poison Fang Miaomiao's talent is a little lacking, and it is a little reluctant for her to join the twelfth floor master, she actually cursed me to death behind my back, she really deserves to be punished!"
"Well, just take this witch in and give her a good training. The slight difference in talent can be easily made up for."
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Bai Donglin snapped his fingers. Just now, Du Fang Miaomiao recited his real name in his heart. His perception projected downwards, and he saw the scene of Du Fang Miaomiao killing everyone on the timeline. After thinking for a moment, he decided to put him on the twelfth floor.
"There's only one left. Who should I choose?"
Bai Donglin frowned, revealing a bit of distress, because this was the last OP, which immediately triggered his decision-making difficulty, a very scary and incurable disease!
In fact, through the big data of Tianluo Space, he has already mastered the information of a group of top geniuses. Any one of these tens of thousands of Tianluo hosts is a brilliant person, and is definitely not inferior to Duya Miaomiao.
However, Bai Donglin's selection of geniuses does not entirely depend on their aptitude, because no matter how talented a genius is, he cannot compare to him, so it is meaningless. He can even create such a genius out of thin air.
What he cares more about is the other person's character and the feeling they give him. To put it bluntly, they must be able to arouse his interest, and talent is secondary.
"It's too difficult! It's really too difficult!"
When Bai Donglin pulled out ten thousand strands of hair, he still couldn't make a decision. He finally gave up and looked at the lucky ring on his finger.
"Forget it. Let's leave this difficult problem to fate. Anyway, I still have plenty of luck."
The lucky ring is pure white, and the heavy luck is like substance, most of which comes from the contributions of the abyss lords.
The main factors that affect the efficiency of luck plundering are, first, the amount of luck contained in the plundered person, and secondly, the need to refer to the other party's death, whether Bai Donglin was the main factor that caused his premature death.
If a person is about to die, or has reached the end of his road, then the luck he can absorb will be very little, such as the most vicious criminals who are about to be imprisoned until death, or the soldiers who will die at any moment on the battlefield.
There is no doubt that those Abyss Lords could have escaped with the help of the Styx, but died because of Bai Donglin's direct intervention. Coupled with the strong luck of the Tenth Realm powerhouses, it is reasonable that they would contribute such abundant luck to Bai Donglin.
This is also the fundamental reason why he directly killed the Thousand Faces Lord. After the value of the original rules was squeezed out, contributing his own luck would be the last surplus value of the Lord of the Abyss.
"It's just a trivial matter to find a suitable genius. It only takes one ten-thousandth of the effort."
Bai Donglin was still very frugal. With a thought, a clear desire came out of his heart, and the rich aura of the lucky ring weakened a little.
Fate was pushed forward, Bai Donglin felt something in his heart, and a vague picture flashed by.
Endless skeletons, dressed in red and flowers, are dressed extremely festively, but combined with the gloomy environment, they look particularly weird and terrifying.
Many huge skeletons were carrying a big red sedan chair. As it swayed, a graceful figure could be vaguely seen inside it.
"This is……"
Bai Donglin frowned slightly, the picture stopped abruptly, and very little information was obtained.
"A skeleton getting a wife? A bone bride?"
Hmm, this scene feels familiar...
(End of this chapter)