The Great Immortal with Boundless Magical Power

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

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

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

It is also the mastery of the Six Paths Wheel Altar that can roughly estimate the fighting status of both sides.

Generally speaking, the consciousness and magic power of the transformed god level are within the blue light range.

The Ghost Mountain King standing in the center of the ring showed a very powerful green light at the level of his spiritual consciousness and mana. This can be seen very clearly through a separate water mirror.

The water mirror that surprised many cultivators could not see the fluctuations of Gao Xian's spiritual consciousness and changes in his magic power.

"This human race is quite capable!" The tall Ding Sangou snorted, his six huge eyes moving, apparently quite shocked by this.

Ding Sangou, as a fifth-level strongman of the demon clan, was born with three heads, which looked like a dog and was extremely ugly. But a human body grows.

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

After fighting his way out from the bottom, he is now a famous demon clan strongman.

Ding Sangou has no friendship with Ghost Mountain King. He actually hates Ghost Mountain King. In his opinion, ghosts are not living beings at all, they can only be regarded as rotten flesh that is not completely dead.

He was so shocked mainly because he was ranked thirty-fifth on the second list.

If Ghost Mountain King loses, this human cultivator will probably challenge him. He is not afraid of fighting, but he doesn't like to fight with such a guy who can't see through the depth.

Yibai Snake on the side smiled sweetly: "Why, Sangou, are you afraid? Hehehe..."

Yibai Snake has a charming appearance and a graceful figure. She is as soft as a bone when sitting on the chair. Most of her long legs are exposed from the white robe, and the close-fitting robe outlines the undulating curves.

She is beautiful and charming, and her behavior is casual and unrestrained. Many males can't help but have some thoughts after seeing her.

Now she was teasing Ding Sangou, her words were very mean, but her tone was like coquettishness, as if she was flirting with Ding Sangou again.

Ding Sangou turned his huge head towards Yibai Snake, glaring at the opponent with bright black eyes, as if he was going to open his mouth and bite the opponent to death.

Yibai Snake stuck out its forked red tongue, with a provocative attitude of come and eat me.

Instead, Ding Sangou calmed down his anger. He knew that he could never defeat this white snake.

Baijiahu said in a deep voice: "This human race has practiced the fusion of souls and followed the path of integrating form and spirit. Only in this way can the energy of Qi be converged without any leakage."

White-armored tiger is also the strongest among the fifth-level demon clan and is very prestigious.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the casual Yibai Snake sat up straight and put away the provocative expression on his face.

The surrounding cultivators also nodded repeatedly to express their appreciation for Baijiahu's analysis.

Onizuka-kun, who was sitting opposite, said coldly: "You mean that Onizuka-King will definitely lose?"

Onizuka-kun's complexion is pale, and although his face is handsome, he is as dull and rigid as a paper man. Sitting there, he felt light and weightless, and his whole body was filled with cold air.

There was a large area vacant around him, and no one wanted to be next to this fifth-level strong man from the ghost clan.

The white-armored tiger glanced at Onizuka-kun coldly. He was disgusted with this ghostly guy and had no interest in talking to him.

Onizuka-kun didn't get a response, and he didn't care. A pair of dead fish-like eyes stared into the water mirror above.

In fact, he didn't care much about the life and death of the Ghost Mountain King. Although he was from the same clan, it didn't matter. It's just that such a human cultivator suddenly appears, so you have to see clearly.

White Armored Tiger, Yi White Snake, and Ding Sangou plus him were all ranked at the top of the B list. Naturally, they all have to pay attention to this new guy.

If the opponent wins, there's no telling who he will challenge next...

Watching the battle live, at least you can know the reality of this person.

There are actually hundreds of cultivators in the hall, most of whom are in the fourth or fifth level, with the majority being in the fifth level. As one of the centers of the Six Paths and Thirty-three Heavens, Wheel City has never been short of fifth level.

Among all the fifth orders, the White-armored Tiger is undoubtedly the most powerful and famous. Therefore, many practitioners respect him more and believe in his judgment.

The combined soul is not too strange to say. In fact, most practitioners who take the path of physical cultivation will choose this path. It’s just that it’s so rare for humans to become a combined soul!

"In my opinion, he might be a swordsman." Jin Wuque, who was sitting in the corner, said calmly.

Jin Wuque has a slender figure, a face as pale as gold, and a voice that is as sonorous as gold and iron, sharp and yet fierce and tough.

Although this person was talking to Shui Jing, everyone present understood that Jin Wuque was talking to Bai Jiahu.

The white-armored tiger raised his thick eyebrows: "Maybe."

He knew that Jin Wuque was not convinced by him and would deliberately oppose him.

As a strong man in the evil way, Jin Wuque was born with a Geng-Gold sword body and was an extremely powerful swordsman. Since he felt that this human race might be a sword cultivator, he must have his reasons.

The combined soul is the unity of form and spirit, and swordsmanship also pays attention to the unity of form and spirit. It's just that the sword cultivator's unity of form and spirit is based on the sword, which is very different from the combined soul.

In terms of external performance, it is difficult to see the difference.

Although Bai Jiahu was confident, Gao Xian's aura on the water mirror was now completely integrated, and he couldn't see much. There is 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 magical power when facing a strong person of the same level.

Jiang Yulin sat in the corner and listened to the discussions of many strong men. He had a calm expression on his face, but he was quite happy in his heart.

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

But these guys have sharp eyes, and Gao Xian should not go far. Just as he expected, he can only win two or three games.

After two or three games, Gao Xian's skills will be figured out by other fifth-order masters, and he will have 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 can't hear the discussions of many masters.

Facing a strange opponent, although Ghost Mountain King is confident, he will not act rashly. Especially when the opponent is in the unity of the body and soul, his magic power and consciousness are hidden, which makes him more cautious.

The full moon in the sky sprinkles cold moonlight, which makes the ghosts imprisoned in Ghost Mountain King a little excited. They twist and roar, 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 ghosts 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 a blink of an eye, dozens of evil ghosts close to the fifth level had condensed into shape, roaring around the Ghost Mountain King.

Some evil ghosts were ferocious, some were sinister and cold, some transformed into various forms, and some became invisible and shadowless...

The Record of Ten Thousand Ghosts Across the Sky is a fundamental inheritance secret method of the ghost clan. The ghost clan can kill their own clansmen and plunder their own power and souls for their own use.

This method is cruel, but very effective. If you don't want to become an evil ghost of another ghost clan, you have to practice desperately.

Of course, only a very small number of ghost clans are qualified to practice this secret method.

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

His cultivation in the Record of Ten Thousand Ghosts was not very deep, but he had killed enough ghosts and accumulated strong evil spirits.

At this moment, hundreds of ghosts were rampant, and the ghost spirit was soaring, and the momentum completely crushed Gao Xian on the opposite side.

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

Even if they only watched the battle through the water mirror, the might of the hundreds of ghosts could penetrate their souls, making it difficult for them to control their strong fear.

There were also many cultivators who shouted excitedly.

"Ghost Mountain King is so powerful!"

"The little human race dares to come and die..."

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

The low-level cultivators did not have that insight, they only looked at the momentum of both sides and felt that Gao Xian would lose.

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

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

Faced with such might, the human cultivators could still be so calm, but this calmness was extraordinary.

The Ghost Mountain King unleashed the might of the Hundred Ghosts. Seeing that Gao Xian was still unmoved, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately urged the Hundred Ghosts to rush towards Gao Xian.

The Hundred Ghosts, whose restraints were released, screamed and rushed towards Gao Xian together.

A series of thick black smoke gathered together, like a large sticky black cloud, and at the same time exuded a strong stench.

This was the dead ghosts transformed into real resentment, which was extremely poisonous to all living beings.

The black gas transformed by the Hundred Ghosts spread out in an instant, covering a radius of several miles.

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

In the pitch black, one could faintly see evil ghosts with hideous faces flying around...

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

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

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

Then, the dumbfounded low-level cultivators saw a sharp cold light flash out, drawing a straight white line in the thick and sticky black cloud.

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

Until the last sound of the clear sword sound dissipated, the ink color covering the water mirror suddenly cracked along the straight white light mark.

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

The human cultivator in white clothes was standing behind the Ghost Mountain King. The sword in his hand had already been sheathed, and his face was calm and composed, even a little leisurely and comfortable.

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 burst 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 Building, the expressions of the fifth-level gods also became more solemn.

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

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