Fantasy One Second Billions Of Gods

Yang Changan took a step forward, and his aura swayed, like a true energy condensed into armor, annihilating all these Taoist techniques. Several people who came up from the siege were also affected, their formations were disrupted, and they were slightly confused.

The gun barrel drew an arc in the air and hit somewhere in the void. A trace of blood appeared out of thin air, and the thin man flew out upside down.

"How is it possible? My Divine Hiding Technique..." The thin man's face was filled with horror and some disbelief. Yang Changan smiled. It was just a crude invisibility technique. It didn't even break through the space. How dare you use it to embarrass yourself.

We are both in the realm of dragon transformation, so you can’t think of me too simply!

"Three minutes! "Sixty-five"" King Dingjun sighed: "They are not on the same level at all, the gap is too big!"

"One minute!" Prince Rong glanced at Hua Yunfei provocatively: "I wonder how many minutes our Donghuang Star can sustain under the champion?"

Hua Yunfei, however, didn't even look at him and directly ignored Prince Rong, which made him a little embarrassed.

"Yang Changan is tired. The competition will be over within three breaths!" Hua Yunfei categorically asserted. The two great sages turned to look at the ring, and eight figures flew in confusion.

He fell out of the arena and hit the protective formation.

On the stage, Yang Changan lazily raised his spear and walked down the stage like a leisurely stroll. His game was over.

Just then, a tall monk jumped onto the ring first and said in a loud voice: "Leimeng of Baishou Mountain, please give me some advice from fellow Taoists!"

Before he finished speaking, a monk came up to fight. Yang Changan glanced at the two of them, shook his head, and turned his attention to the other arenas. The young monks around him looked at him with admiration, but did not dare to approach him.

Just as Hua Yunfei expected, Hei Youzhuang, Fat Monk, Qingyi Dao and the Buddhist monk all lost ten challengers in a row and advanced directly to the top 100.

After many battles in a row, the infuriating energy will inevitably suffer some losses.

With this idea in mind, many famous people came on stage to snipe these people in the 89th game, but they were still powerless.

Many outstanding monks ended up reluctantly in the third game, not because they didn't want to fight again, but because they couldn't continue. It can be seen from this that those who can fight ten games in a row, overcome snipers, and directly enter the top 100 are definitely extraordinary.

The top 100 places that the monks were worried about were completely impossible to achieve. Of the tens of thousands of monks present, only two people could be promoted directly.

While Hua Yunfei was watching the game, the system beeped and issued a task.

[The Wude Taoist was excavating the Donghuang Imperial Tomb, and Ye Futian went to stop it. He got a great opportunity and met the Wude Taoist. Players need to block Ye Futian’s opportunity and prevent him from becoming close friends with unscrupulous Taoists!]

"Ye Futian, the Eastern Wasteland Imperial Tomb? Interesting!"

Hua Yunfei stood up in excitement, pointed to the east of Tairi City, and asked: "King Dingjun, where is that place?"

King Dingjun looked a little puzzled and replied: "To the east of Tairi, there is Tianling Mountain, and beyond that, there is the Endless Valley, which is also the burial place of the emperors of the Eastern Wasteland. "What?"

"I have an ominous feeling, maybe I am worrying too much." Hua Yunfei put a jade pendant into King Dingjun's hand and left directly.

Prince Rong looked confused, this... I haven't used my method yet, why did Hua Yunfei leave? But that's fine, he immediately sent a message to Zhao Haishan, and both sent men to surround and kill him. Hua Yunfei-------

At this time, Ye Futian saw a sneaky and wretched Taoist, felt that he had an agenda, and followed him quietly.

Unexpectedly, after turning a few mountains, the Taoist figure disappeared. Ye Futian continued to move forward, but was stopped by a group of monks with white armor and white armor, who ordered him to leave. Ahead is the imperial mausoleum, anyone who trespasses will die!

Imperial mausoleum? Ye Futian thought of the earthy smell and rotten air on the previous Taoist man. Wasn't he just a tomb robber?

"Be on guard, someone is trying to rob the imperial tomb!" Ye Futian reminded hurriedly, but the monk guarding the tomb looked at him like a fool.

"I'm afraid you've gone crazy. Open your eyes and see where this is? This is the Eastern Wasteland Emperor's Tomb!"

The leader of the monks deliberately teased this silly boy and counted with his fingers: "There are a thousand permanent sergeants stationed outside the imperial mausoleum, strictly guarding it. This is just to prevent you ignorant boys from approaching the imperial mausoleum.

"There are many institutions inside the imperial mausoleum, and the most loyal guards of the kings of the past are all guarding the 4.0 imperial mausoleum. They have been guarding it for generations, and there are even powerful dynasties who are meditating. Their strength is extremely terrifying.

If someone really bypasses us and sneaks into the imperial mausoleum, he or she will die!"

Even so, Ye Futian always felt that things were not simple. He had a hunch that something would happen in the imperial mausoleum.

Just as he was about to persist in his persuasion, he seemed to notice something strange here. A powerful monk came from the sky and asked about the situation.

"This kid has an unknown origin and is sneaky. Let me catch him and interrogate him to find out what the conspiracy is!"

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