On the sixth floor of the Red Blood Building, a large group of gamblers were looking at the huge water mirror in the center.

This water mirror has not just one side, but thirty-six sides, which completely reflect the details of the arena from all directions.

The water mirror can even measure the consciousness and mana levels of both parties, which are represented by the four colors of black, blue, red, and gold. The stronger the light, the stronger the intensity.

It is also because of the sophistication of the Six Paths Wheel Altar that one can roughly estimate the combat status of both sides.

Generally speaking, the spiritual consciousness and magic power at the level of transformation of gods are within the range of green light.

The Ghost Mountain King standing in the center of the arena showed a strong green light of spiritual consciousness and magic power. This can be seen very clearly through the water mirror alone.

To the surprise of many practitioners, no fluctuations in Gao Xian's spiritual consciousness or changes in his magic power could be seen on the water mirror.

"This human is quite capable!" The tall Ding Sangou snorted, and his six huge eyeballs rolled around, obviously showing some shock.

Ding Sangou, as a fifth-level strongman of the demon race, was born with three heads and looked like a dog, extremely ugly, but had a human body.

The three heads not only allow him to see in all directions, but also make his spiritual awareness far stronger than his peers.

He fought his way up from the bottom and now he has become a well-known powerful demon.

Ding Sangou had no friendship with the Ghost Mountain King. In fact, he hated the Ghost Mountain King. In his opinion, the ghosts were not living creatures at all, but only rotten meat that was not completely dead.

The main reason why he was so shocked was that he was ranked 35th in the B list.

If Ghost Mountain King lost, this human cultivator would most likely challenge him. He was not afraid of fighting, but he did not like to fight with such a guy whose depth was hard to see through.

The second white snake at the side laughed sweetly: "Why, Sangou, are you scared? Hehehe..."

The second white snake has a charming appearance and a graceful figure. She sits on the chair as soft as if she has no bones. Most of her long legs are exposed from her white robe, and the tight robe outlines her undulating curves.

She is beautiful and charming, and her behavior is casual and unrestrained, which makes many males have some thoughts when they see her.

At this moment she was teasing Ding Sangou, and her words were very harsh, but her tone was like that of a coquettish person, as if she was flirting with Ding Sangou again.

Ding Sangou turned his huge dog head towards Yi Baishe, staring at the opponent with his bright black eyes, as if he was going to open his mouth and bite the opponent to death.

White Snake B stuck out its forked red tongue, looking like a provocative "come and eat me".

Ding Sangou suppressed his anger. He knew he could never defeat the white snake.

Bai Jiahu said in a deep voice: "This human race has practiced the fusion of the primordial spirit, and has taken the path of unity of body and spirit, which is the only way to restrain the qi without leaking out at all."

The White-Armored Tiger is also the strongest among the fifth-level demons and is very prestigious.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the unruly Yi Baishe sat up straight and put away the provocative expression on his face.

The cultivators around also nodded repeatedly, expressing their appreciation for Baijiahu's analysis.

Gui Zuka-kun, who was sitting opposite, said coldly: "You mean that Guishan King is bound to lose?"

Onitsuka-kun's complexion was pale, and although he was handsome, he looked as stiff and rigid as a paper man. He sat there as if he had no weight, and his whole body was filled with a chill.

A large area was left empty around him, as no one wanted to get close to this fifth-level ghost warrior.

Baijiahu glanced coldly at Guizuka-kun. He hated this ghostly guy and had no interest in fighting with him.

Onitsuka-kun didn't get a response, and he didn't care. He stared at the water mirror above with a pair of dead fish-like eyes.

In fact, he didn't really care about whether Ghost Mountain King lived or died. Although they were of the same race, it didn't matter. It was just that a human cultivator suddenly appeared, so he had to take a good look.

Bai Jiahu, Yi Baishe, Ding Sangou and him were all ranked at the top of the B list. Naturally, they all wanted to pay attention to this new guy.

If the other party wins, there's no telling who he'll challenge next...

By watching the fight live, you can at least know the strengths and weaknesses of this person.

There were actually several hundred cultivators in the hall, most of them were at level 4 or 5, with level 5 being the majority. As one of the centers of the Six Paths and Thirty-three Heavens, Zhuanlun City never lacked level 5 cultivators.

Among all the fifth-level cultivators, the White-Armored Tiger was undoubtedly the most powerful and famous. Therefore, many cultivators respected him and believed in his judgment.

It's not that rare to say that the combined soul. In fact, most cultivators who take the path of physical cultivation will choose this path. But it's too rare for the human race to cultivate a combined soul! "In my opinion, he may be a sword cultivator." Jin Wuque, who was sitting in the corner, said calmly.

Jin Wuque has a slender figure and a face as pale as gold. His voice is as sonorous as the clanging of metal, sharp yet fierce and tough.

Although he was speaking to Shui Jing, everyone present understood that Jin Wuque was talking to Baijiahu.

Baijiahu raised his thick eyebrows: "Maybe."

He knew that Jin Wuque was dissatisfied with him and would deliberately oppose him.

As a powerful evil cultivator, Jin Wuque was born with a Gengjin sword body and was an extremely powerful sword cultivator. Since he thought this human might be a sword cultivator, he must have his reasons.

The fusion of the soul is the unity of body and soul, and sword cultivation also emphasizes the unity of body and soul. However, the unity of body and soul of sword cultivation is based on the sword, which is very different from the fusion of the soul.

From an external perspective, it's hard to tell the difference.

Although Bai Jiahu was confident, he couldn't see much when the aura of Gao Xian on the water mirror was perfectly integrated. There was no need to argue with Jin Wuque.

No matter what kind of cultivator Gao Xian is, he will never be able to hide the source of his supernatural powers when facing a strong man of the same level.

Jiang Yulin sat in the corner listening to the discussions of many powerful people. His face was calm, but he was quite happy in his heart.

The first battle attracted the attention of so many fifth-level masters. The commission from the bets in this round was enough for him to make a fortune, not to mention that he also secretly bet on Gao Xian and made another fortune.

But these guys have sharp eyes, Gao Xian won't be able to get far. Just as he expected, he can only win two or three games.

After two or three games, Gao Xian's abilities were figured out by the other fifth-level masters, and he had no chance of winning.

A strong man like Yang Kangtian can win more than ten games in a row, relying on his strong strength. Even if the opponent knows what Yang Kangtian is good at in advance, he can't restrain him...

Ghost Mountain King on the ring could not hear the discussions of many masters.

Facing an unfamiliar opponent, Gui Shan Wang was confident, but he would not act rashly. Especially since the opponent was in the state of unity of the body and soul, and his magic power and consciousness were hidden, which made him more cautious.

The full moon in the sky cast its cool moonlight, which made the hundreds of ghosts imprisoned in the Ghost Mountain King somewhat excited. They twisted and roared, trying to rush out of his body.

The Ghost Mountain King couldn't see through Gao Xian's changes, so he took advantage of the situation to activate the Record of Ten Thousand Ghosts Across the Sky.

One by one, the evil spirits turned into black gas and flew out of his body. After absorbing enough spiritual energy in the air, they quickly expanded and grew larger.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of evil ghosts close to the fifth level have gathered together and are roaring and threatening to surround the Ghost Mountain King.

Some evil spirits are ferocious and fierce, some are sinister and cold, some transform into various forms, and some become invisible and shadowless...

Record of Ten Thousand Ghosts Crossing the Sky is a fundamental secret method passed down by the ghost clan. The ghost clan can kill their own kind and plunder their power and souls for their own use.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Although this method is cruel, it is very effective. If you don't want to become an evil ghost from another ghost clan, you must practice hard.

Of course, only a very small number of ghosts are qualified to practice this secret technique.

The Ghost Mountain King was not born in a high position, but he was born a warrior ghost. The more he fought, the stronger he became. After thousands of years of hard fighting, he finally reached his current position.

His level of cultivation in the Book of Ten Thousand Ghosts Across the Sky was not very deep, but he had killed enough ghosts and had accumulated strong evil energy.

At this time, hundreds of ghosts were running rampant, and the ghost energy was overwhelming. Their momentum completely crushed Gao Xian on the opposite side.

When ordinary cultivators in Zhuanlun City saw this scene, many low-level cultivators were so frightened that their hair stood on end and their hearts beat wildly.

Even if they were just watching the battle through the water mirror, the might of the hundreds of demons running rampant could penetrate their souls, making it difficult for them to control their intense fear.

Many practitioners also shouted excitedly.

"Ghost Mountain King is so powerful!"

"How dare the little human race come and die..."

"This tribe leader is quite good-looking, what a pity..."

The lower-level cultivators did not have that insight. They only looked at the momentum of both sides and thought that Gao Xian would definitely lose.

On the sixth floor of the Red Blood Tower, a group of fifth-level warriors were silent.

Until this moment, Gao Xian still had a deep breath, and the water mirror could not measure the changes in his spiritual consciousness and magic power. As for the Ghost Mountain King, his body was full of green light, and it was obvious that he had already used 80% of his magic power.

Faced with such power, human cultivators can still remain so calm, but this level of calmness is extraordinary.

The Ghost Mountain King unleashed the might of hundreds of ghosts, and seeing that Gao Xian remained unmoved, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately unleashed hundreds of ghosts to attack Gao Xian.

The hundreds of ghosts that were released from their restraints screamed and rushed towards Gao Xian.

Thick black smoke gathered together, like a large sticky black cloud, while also emitting a strong fishy smell.

This is the dead ghost transformed into physical resentment, which is extremely poisonous to all living things.

The black gas transformed from hundreds of ghosts spread out instantly, covering an area of ​​several miles in radius.

Many cultivators watching the battle saw a black gas spreading on the water mirror like ink, and in the blink of an eye all the water mirrors were pitch black.

In the darkness, one can faintly see evil ghosts with ferocious faces flying around...

At this moment, the sound of a clear sword reached everyone's ears.

Many low-level practitioners felt a chill in their hearts, as if an invisible sharp blade had pierced their hearts and heads.

In an instant, the low-level practitioners' minds went blank and they lost the ability to think.

Then, the many low-level cultivators who were stunned saw a sharp cold light flashing out, drawing a straight white line in the thick and sticky black cloud like ink.

This white line seemed to extend beyond the water mirror, extending to the endless distance.

Not until the last trace of the clear sword sound faded away did the ink-black color covering the water mirror suddenly crack along the straight white light mark.

It was not until this time that many cultivators saw that the Ghost Mountain King, holding a knife and making a slashing gesture, was right on this mark of light.

The human cultivator in white clothes that looked like snow stood behind the Ghost Mountain King. The sword in his hand had already been sheathed, and his face was calm and composed, even a little relaxed and at ease.

Many low-level cultivators were still wondering what this person meant. The Ghost Mountain King, who was standing still, opened his mouth to say something, but a thin bloodstain appeared between his eyebrows.

In the blink of an eye, the bloodstain suddenly extended and expanded, tearing the Ghost Mountain King's body into two pieces, and blood and flesh spurted in all directions...

Many low-level cultivators were extremely shocked and stunned. The Ghost Mountain King was killed by the other party with a sword? It was too easy to die! On the sixth floor of the Red Blood Tower, the expressions of the fifth-level gods also became more solemn.

The second white snake murmured: "What a fast sword..."

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