Unlimited Adaptation

The terrifying pressure came from the depths of Kunpeng City, and the world was silent.

Everyone was stunned, staring at Yan Xing, looking at the ferocious dragon head with green smoke.

The Holy Son of Digong could be defeated, but he could not die. He was destined to be a dominant powerhouse in the future and the pillar of the Holy Land. It was too much of a waste to die on the stage of the Dust Realm. ŴŴŴ.

A precious and unparalleled source of Taoism, just gone like that?

Anyone would feel distressed. Even the high and mighty ancient holy land dare not say how many unparalleled sources of Taoism it can take out. One less is one less, which is an immeasurable and significant loss.

"Arrogant child, how presumptuous!"

"Bastard! You deserve to die, you deserve to die!!"

Angry, the strong man of the Holy Land deep in Kunpeng City was completely furious. He never thought that the Holy Son would fall in such a small place.

To exaggerate a little, the value of the Holy Son in the future may even surpass that of the elders. After returning to the power, he will inevitably be punished by the superiors. How can he not be furious?

Yan Xing looked indifferent and took the remains of Zhulong to the Hell Dimension. This kind of god-level bloodline has extremely high nutritional value, no less than a bottle of golden elixir. He will naturally not waste it.

As for killing a Holy Son?

That's nothing. Didn't Nie Changhai, their disciple from Feixian Dongtian, also have his head chopped off by the Holy Son of Digong? Why, you can kill us, but I can't kill you.

"People who kill people will always kill them. A dignified ancient holy land has only this little tolerance? Don't you even understand such a simple truth?"

After being scolded and scolded, Yan Xing would not indulge the other party. No matter what your origin and cultivation level are, he directly stood in the void and cursed at Kunpeng Giant City and fought back.

"Bah!"

"Don't whine, you dog. If you have the guts, suppress your cultivation to the Micro-Dust Realm and come down to fight. I'll see if I can chop off your dog head!"

How arrogant!

"Ahem, this, this kid..."

Xian Qiuming's mouth twitched, and he was worried about Yan Xing. The guy who scolded him was obviously a powerful immortal, an ancestor-level existence. It was enough to curse him secretly in his heart. How could he say what was in his heart?

"I'm so angry!"

Boom boom——

A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky. A blood-red hand, covering the sky and the sun, stretched out from the Kunpeng Giant City, and wanted to crush Yan Xing and the arena into nothingness.

"Okay, do you still take me seriously?"

The head of the jury, one of the ten members of the Human Race Parliament, Mocha took action.

A light word turned into a finger, directly pressing the bloody hand of the sky into nothingness, showing the majesty of the supreme gods and demons.

As the supervisor of this competition, Mocha did not stand on any side, but only maintained the rules to prevent anyone from interfering with the fair conduct of the competition.

"In the Seven Stars Arena, life and death are determined by fate. If you die, you are inferior to others. This is the only time. If anyone interferes with the competition again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Mocha's tone was indifferent, and the majesty of the gods and demons was beyond words. The elders of the holy land immediately restrained all emotions and dared not fart.

"Cunning old thing."

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly. How could a great man who stepped on the immortals be so easily angered? He looked like he was going to die, but it was all pretended, and he wanted to take his life.

He didn't care about making things worse.

If Feixian Dongtian was troubled by the holy land because of this, he would be happy to see it, because from the root, it was destined that in the future, he and all the hegemonic forces in this world would be irreconcilable enemies.

It is not for the pure-blooded human race, nor for revenge for the enslaved pure-blooded. Rather than saying that Yan Xing is cold-blooded and ruthless, it is better to say that he sees higher and farther.

Who said that those enslaved pure-blooded people are human race?

Black hair and black eyes are just the characteristics of creatures with more than 50% human blood. But no matter whether it is 50%, 60%, or 70%, 80% or 90%, they are all mixed blood!

The so-called pure blood is different from him. He is 100% perfect pure blood. This is the real human race. The only one in this world, and probably the only real pure-blooded human race.

Therefore, Yan Xing does not need to empathize with them.

He regards his position as the opposite of those hegemonic forces, not for revenge for the pure blood. It is just because if the other party finds out that he is the only perfect pure blood left in the world, they will definitely find ways to enslave him. At the root, they are irreconcilable and are born hostile.

Born opposition, that's all.

It was for this reason that Yan Xing would wantonly kill the Saint Son. He didn't care whether Feixian Dongtian lived or died. Anyway, none of them were good. It was best if they all died, so that he wouldn't have to do it himself if they opposed him in the future.

"Who else!?"

Yan Xing was full of vigor. Standing in the small world that had become a ruin, he looked at Kunpeng with burning eyes and started to challenge him.

He wanted to harvest a few more Saint Sons. The other party was indeed rich. There were many treasures in the storage magic weapon, just like the equipment that was dropped by killing monsters. These were rare elite monsters.

"Hmph! I'll come--"

A woman with a cold face and beautiful appearance couldn't stand Yan Xing's shouting. She sank her eyebrows and stepped out.

In the Micro Dust Realm, the strength of these Saint Sons and Goddesses was similar. They had already seen the power of Yan Xing. They dared to stand up. Naturally, they were not tired of living and wanted to die.

The reason was that one of the characteristics of the cultivation system in this world was the mutual generation and mutual restraint of the laws.

Goddess Luo Lan thought she had seen through Yan Xing's methods, and her law magic could perfectly restrain him and kill him.

"Nine Netherworld River! Law Domain! Expand——"

Goddess Luo Lan floated over, without giving him a chance, and directly activated her ultimate move. The next moment, endless blue snowflakes fell from the sky, and the temperature dropped sharply.

"Absolute zero! Freeze!"

The essence of temperature is the movement between particles. Goddess Luo Lan really achieved absolute zero. She froze all particles. There was no more transition between particles, only weak decay.

Time became slow because of this.

Whoosh——

It's so cold!!

Yan Xing's body turned into a strange blue-white color, and the white mist he exhaled turned directly into icicles. Even the speed of his thinking became abnormally slow.

"This woman is a little clever, but that's all."

Yan Xing felt amused. Goddess Luo Lan really restrained him. The attack he had launched before was essentially the intense movement of light particles, followed by a destructive attack. Under absolute zero, even the light was frozen, and the movement was restricted, so he could only passively take the beating.

"You can die now."

Goddess Luo Lan had an indifferent expression, her figure shuttled through the snowflakes, walking on the frozen time and space, completely unrestricted by the low temperature, and lightly pressed a palm with tremendous power towards Yan Xing's brow.

"Hehe!"

When his head was about to be crushed, Yan Xing suddenly opened his eyes, intertwined his eyes with Goddess Luo Lan, and laughed softly.

"What!?"

[Absolute freedom], go wherever you want, can a mere absolute zero limit his behavior?

Restraint?

Yan Xing laughed. His talent and magical powers were just the tip of the iceberg. That year, he put his hands in his pockets and didn't know what restraint was!

Kacha——

Gravity cutting!

Goddess Luo Lan’s cold and beautiful face showed a look of fear. Her body, which seemed to be carved from dark blue ice crystals, was cut by countless gravitational threads and cut into blood and flesh cubes the size of sand grains from the particle level.

Bang! !

The void trembled, and the shattered Goddess Luo Lan suddenly appeared in the sky, stepped out from a snowflake, and before she could use her means, she was cut by the gravitational threads that followed closely.

"Spare me, spare my life!"

"Let me go, I am willing to pay any price!!"

Goddess Luo Lan panicked. In just a short moment, she was killed dozens of times in a row. Her law power was consumed crazily, and a large number of flesh and blood particles were annihilated. She could no longer continue to rotate and revive.

"Humph!"

Yan Xing looked indifferent. He dared to seduce him when he was about to die. What a fool.

Kill——

"Admit defeat! Admit defeat! We admit defeat!!"

The situation changed too quickly. Anxious shouts were heard from the depths of Kunpeng City. The breath was shaking. They wanted to intervene in the competition, but they were afraid of Mocha's divine and demonic majesty and did not dare to act rashly.

Too late!

Crash——

The ice crystals collapsed. Yan Xing stood in the void, holding a handful of dark blue hair in his hand. The ice crystal head of the goddess Luo Lan was shaking, her beautiful eyes were wide open, and she had already died.

Screech! Boom! !

In the small world of the Shenzang Realm Arena, there was a terrifying thunder. Everyone exclaimed continuously and looked up. Wang Baoer also killed her opponent.

"Ahhh!"

In the Xumi Realm Arena, the burly man from the Ancient God Mountain had his head torn off, and a large section of bloody vertebrae was brought out, and he was completely dead.

Kill! !

Fight——

After several fierce battles, both sides fought one after another, and after seven days, the competition came to an end.

In Lingxuan Realm, Kui Aiyin successfully defended the ring.

In Weichen Realm, Yan Xing successfully defended the ring.

In Xumi Realm, Goddess Aurielya successfully defended the ring.

In Shenzang Realm, Wang Baoer successfully defended the ring.

In the four competitions that started, Feixian Dongtian actually won three games, killing the opponent so much that they dared not send people to the stage. This unexpected result really shocked everyone present.

"This, this... We seem to win?!"

Unbelievable!

In the last three competitions, Feixian Dongtian only needs to defend one more game to win this [Seven Stars Arena Competition] and obtain a representative seat in the Human Race Council. If he goes to the Huntian Realm in the future, he will also have a certain voice.

"The young generation of Feixian Cave Heaven are all very good!"

"Whenever there is a turbulent time, there will be evildoers who will respond to the disaster. This saying is indeed not groundless."

In the depths of Kunpeng Giant City, many thrones stood in a row. The god and demon Mocha, sitting on the main seat, looked down at the figure on the stage, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

The person who will respond to the disaster?

The strong men around looked at each other, and some enlightenment came to their minds.

So that's how it is. It's no wonder that such a powerful evildoer can be born in the small Feixian Cave Heaven. Even the Son of Goddess is not a match.

The Falling Immortal Realm is facing a wave of fog. The huge world is about to be destroyed. The world is about to die. The fate of the world and all living beings in the dark will naturally gather and give birth to an evildoer who defies the heaven.

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"Hmph! That's it. In the next competition, Feixian Dongtian will never win."

Boom! !

The Huntian Realm will not swallow this breath.

Wanxiang, Tongtian, and Taxian each walked out a strong man, crushed the void, and instantly appeared in the small world of the arena.

Yan Xing and the others saw that no one dared to challenge the opponent, so they withdrew from the ring and appeared on the stands with Xian Qiuming and others.

"Master, Junior Brother?"

Sensing the strange gaze behind him, Yan Xing slowly turned his head and looked at Wang Baoer who looked dazed. He couldn't help but smile.

It's hard for this rational woman to show such an expression.

"Senior Sister Baoer, long time no see."

"Senior Sister, it's so dark and cold under the abyss. I climbed for a long, long time..."

Wang Baoer: "(〃'▽'〃)??"