Chapter 38 - The Game Begins
The Immortal Sect Competition finally kicked off under the shadow of the Burning Sky Valley's Red Phoenix Sky Patrol Ship.
At the center of the Wanxian Terrace, nine massive circular white jade platforms rose from the ground, each shrouded in a transparent light shield strong enough to withstand attacks from a peak Nascent Soul cultivator. Surrounding the platforms was a sea of people, their voices boisterous.
Monks from various sects in the Immortal Alliance were waiting for the start of the preliminary round of the "Hunyuan Fighting Arena" like a swarm of fish crossing the river.
The so-called "Hunyuan Fighting Arena" randomly throws nearly 10,000 Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Stage cultivators who have registered for the competition into a huge barrier space formed by nine arenas to engage in indiscriminate fighting!
In the end, only the last 100 people standing on each stage can advance to the next round!
The rules are simple, crude, cruel and bloody, and are the traditional means used by the Immortal Alliance to select those who are "really capable of fighting".
The "Dingzimodeng" area is the Guixu Sect camp.
Chu Linyuan was still sitting cross-legged on the edge, with the sea of clouds rolling behind him like a cold backdrop.
The Frost Silence Sword was placed across his knees, the red tassels on the hilt motionless.
His aura was restrained to the extreme, like ordinary iron. Only when he occasionally looked up at the cold light of the nine arenas did he reveal a glimpse of his sharp edge.
He was waiting, waiting for a sufficiently "clean" ring, waiting for an opportunity that would allow him to resolve the battle with less effort.
Xie Zhaoze was finally adjusting his Jinghong Talisman Pen. A faint golden light lingered on his fingertips as he quickly sketched simplified versions of the "Silence" and "Slow" rune units on several blank sheets of talisman paper.
These runes have a refined structure, and their power is deliberately suppressed to the foundation-building level, but they are concealed and instantaneous.
He had a sly smile on his face. "Brother, will you follow my lead later? Let's keep a low profile and strike in crowded places. Then we can make a fortune in silence."
Luo Hongyi checked her bag. Several small bottles of different colors were taken out separately, and the bottle mouths were sealed with extremely special symbols.
"'Smiling Half-Step Madness·Weakened Version', 'Red Beauty Withered Bone Miasma·Diluted Type', 'Green Scorpion God-Killing Kiss·Micro-Dose'..." She opened her red lips slightly and recited the list of poisons like the names of dishes, her eyes lazy but dangerous, "It's enough for those kids to drink a pot of wine.
Remember, if you get involved, run away, don't fight."
Tie Niu carefully packed his "stone food" and gave it to Bai Xiaolu for safekeeping. He only picked out a few fist-sized, angular, evil-looking black stones and stuffed them into his arms.
He patted his chest and said in a deep voice, "I will listen to Junior Sister Luo! Whoever gets close to Junior Sister and Xiaolu, I will hit him with a stone!" The horns on his head gleamed faintly, and the star power under his skin flowed slowly.
The little white deer held the Moon-Eating Rabbit calmly. The rabbit seemed to sense the atmosphere of the impending battle. Its ruby eyes vigilantly scanned the crowd around it, and a low "gurgling" sound came from its throat.
Su Tang, like an excited little bee, shuttled around the crowd, her psychic eyes fully open, her image stone pointed at every member of the Guixu Sect who was about to participate, and she kept muttering, "We must win the first battle! Fans, come on! The reward channel is open! 'Protect the best poor Guixu ghost'!"
Uncle Chen stopped sweeping the floor and placed the broom next to the pile of "CP Number" debris.
He hunched his back, and his cloudy old eyes looked towards the bustling fighting arena, then slowly retracted his gaze to focus on Chu Linyuan and others who were ready to go.
He was silent for a moment, then uttered a few words hoarsely: "Don't step on...garbage." He said no more, sat back in the corner, and closed his eyes to rest.
“Bang!!!!”
A magnificent bell sounded throughout Wanxiantai!
"Hunyuan Arena, open!" A majestic voice echoed in the clouds.
The light shields of the nine arenas instantly lit up to the extreme, and then turned into a huge whirlpool, and a terrifying suction force erupted!
Nearly ten thousand monks were like ants caught in a storm. They were involuntarily transformed into streams of light and thrown into nine huge barrier spaces!
Fighting Arena No. 7.
Just as the dizziness from the space transition disappeared, deafening shouts and cries, sounds of spells exploding, and the clanging of metal came like a tsunami!
This is a simulated ancient battlefield ruins, with broken walls and yellow sand all over the sky.
Thousands of cultivators, like ants in a blasted nest, plunged into a frenzied melee the moment they landed! Swords flashed, talismans flew, poisonous mist filled the air, spirit beasts roared, and the stench of blood instantly filled the air.
The five people from Guixu Sect were randomly dropped behind a relatively remote broken wall.
"Act according to the plan!" Xie Zhao shouted softly, and the Jinghong Talisman Pen instantly emitted several imperceptible golden lights!
"Silence·Weaken·Area Silence!"
"Slow·Mill Trap!"
The golden light spread like ripples and silently sank into the feet of dozens of monks who were fighting fiercely in front of them!
In an instant, the area seemed to have been muted! The monks, caught in the fierce battle, were horrified to find their shouts and curses had ceased abruptly. At the same time, their feet seemed to sink into a sticky quagmire, and their movements became extremely slow! The originally fierce battle group instantly fell into a strange stagnation and chaos!
"Now!" Luo Hongyi curled her red lips slightly and snapped her jade fingers!
Several tiny colorful mists, almost blending into the yellow sand, shot into the chaotic crowd of people as accurately as spirit snakes!
Plop! Plop!
The monks who were hit first froze, then showed extremely strange expressions on their faces - some could not help laughing wildly, dancing around, and even couldn't hold their weapons steadily;
Some people's complexion suddenly becomes gray, and their skin loses its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it is withered;
Some of them were like being stung by an invisible scorpion tail, screaming and falling to the ground due to partial paralysis!
"Tie Niu! Protect the flanks! Su Tang and Xiao Lu follow!" Xie Zhao spoke quickly, and his figure flashed out like a ghost. The Jinghong Fu pen dotted, drew, and hooked, and extremely concealed binding runes were like invisible silk threads, accurately wrapping around those monks who were not affected by the poisonous fog and tried to attack them!
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