“Go to hell!!!”
puff!
Suddenly, blood oozes out of his chest and the sharp tip of the gun is slightly exposed. Then, with great force, the boxer is pushed down and the people around him rush forward.
The smell of blood filled the air as hundreds of people fought in an arena as big as a football field, with people falling down every moment.
The most extreme and bloodiest violence was displayed in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers and was also spread through the Internet.
The audience was silent at first when they saw someone die, but as time went on, the atmosphere became more and more lively. They felt like the contestants below who were killing each other, shouting and yelling hysterically.
Of course, some people cried bitterly, not because they felt sorry for the contestants above, but because they felt sorry for their own money. Ordinary competitions are inevitably accompanied by gambling, let alone this kind of bloody fight.
Zhao Si felt dizzy and whispered to Lu Haochu beside him: "Old Lu, something is affecting our spirits."
"Yes, but they are not targeting us." Lu Haochu raised his head slightly and looked into the void.
The smart ones lingered on the edge of the ring, trying to conserve their energy as much as possible. But as their numbers dwindled, they inevitably joined the fight.
Suddenly, a flash of fire appeared in the void, and the flame was agile, flying like a spirit bird, and then crashed into a man's body.
Then the man's whole body was enveloped in flames, but he did not utter a single cry, and even his behavior did not show any pain.
“Is this a superpower?”
The fire man looked at the fire on his body, was stunned for a moment, and then let out a long roar towards the sky.
"Is this a super power? Hahaha, such a wonderful feeling."
He raised his hand slightly, and flames swept out from his hand, turning into a tongue of fire that engulfed the others. Just like soldiers in the World War being burned by napalm or flamethrowers, the remaining contestants were engulfed in flames.
Seeing this scene, the audience around was extremely excited and let out deafening shouts.
The reincarnated powerful beings hiding in the void were also stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that someone actually gained cultivation.
Zhuquetian narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked through the void at the cracks hidden on the stage, where countless figures stood. Even a trace of Taoism could enable people to gain a certain level of cultivation and master Taoism.
Among them, the fragments of the Heavenly Dao played an indispensable role.
“Past Dharma.”
He remembered a Buddhist method he had seen in ancient books. It was said that it was a secret method from ancient times that could directly pull the future and the past together.
The green-clothed woman said in a voice transmission: "Daoyou, is this your Dao rhyme?"
"Yes and no." Zhuquetian replied, "Traces are just traces after all. Simulated things will never be the real meaning."
But they are 90% similar, which is enough to prove the magic of the fragments of the Heavenly Dao.
Other people around also caught a glimpse of the mystery of the Heavenly Dao fragment, and some of them recognized the secret techniques contained within.
“In the past, I never thought that Buddhism really existed.”
“This old item from the ancient times is actually useful again in this era.”
"It shouldn't be the Buddhist teachings of the past, but it is somewhat similar. Who on earth is this Holy Mother of White Lotus?"
Below, Pyro won the match.
A powerful Jindan warrior waved his hand to clear the venue, and then the second game began. The contestants stepped onto the stage and another bloody fight began.
Two contestants with extraordinary powers appeared at the same time. The first collision of extraordinary powers made the audience very enthusiastic. But for the real practitioners, it was very boring, just like watching a child wielding a sword and a gun.
The only thing that could attract their attention was probably the rhyme of Tao that was born from the void.
The powerful men of the Black Soil State named the Dao rhymes that appeared below one by one.
"That is Taoist Changle. In my time, he was the only one who could sing the Changle music and he had reached the peak of Yuanying!"
"That person seems to be the old demon Ji Le, who practices the art of furnace and cauldron. His illusion technique has reached the pinnacle and can transform a world of illusion. Everything inside is vivid and lifelike, and those who enter have no control over their life and death."
"That's right, Tianxin Demon Lord, who is said to be the best spirit in ancient and modern times. It's a pity that he was injured repeatedly and finally died at the hands of a living immortal."
"Continuously injured?" Zhuquetian glanced at him, "No matter how powerful he is, he can't compare to a living immortal. Even in his prime, he can be killed by a slap."
The man's face flushed red, but seeing that it was Suzaku, he did not dare to retort for a long time.
Zhuquetian's strength was also one of the best in the Black Soil State. In the cultivation world where the strong were respected, the weak had no right to talk back. If the strength was equal, they could still quarrel, but when facing someone stronger than themselves, it was best to shut up.
There is also bragging about combat power in the cultivation world, where people discuss with each other about who is more powerful, and usually the one with the bigger fist wins.
The Taoist companion next to him was helpless. Zhuquetian was not a person who liked to argue with others on weekdays, but he became a little extreme when it came to immortals in the world.
The 4th game ended, the sun set, and the 1st day of competition officially ended.
The video of the game that was circulated at this time caused an uproar. If most people were still skeptical before, today's game undoubtedly shattered all doubts.
Participating in this kind of death match can really gain supernatural powers.
The World Fighting Championships has completely made a name for itself.
When everyone left, only the bloodstained arena remained.
The fragments of the Heavenly Dao hidden in the void, with countless figures floating around inside, their endless stream of faith consolidating their figures.
"Heaven is most private, but its use is most public."
An ordinary Taoist priest stood in the middle, his eyes dull and his mouth opening and closing.
"Observe the Way of Heaven and Follow the Way of Heaven"
Every word he uttered was squeezing the other phantoms. No matter how profound the Taoist rhyme was, they could only bow before him. His words followed the law, his mouth contained the law of heaven, his eyes were like the sun and his eyes were like the moon.
Wherever you look, the light illuminates the world; when you close your eyes for half a breath, it's midnight.
Ta-ta-ta
Half of the space was stained with blood. A Taoist holding a bamboo umbrella walked over. Wherever he passed, corpses were everywhere, and endless murderous aura covered the sky.
"Kill all the people in the world, and I will clear my name."
The two looked the same, but their auras were completely different. They looked at each other in silence, unable to speak, and even unable to think.
It was just that the two streams of Taoism each dominated half of the sky, confronting and colliding with each other.
And the Tao rhyme from every era can only shrink in the corner.
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