Unlimited Adaptation

Moko Realm, seven light years to the west, deep in the fog.

A few months ago, a secret realm appeared here, causing a great commotion, attracting forces from several surrounding realms to flock here.

The so-called secret realm, different from the ruins, refers to the inner world of fallen strongmen in history, or the paradise of some perished forces.

In other words, if there are traces in the history of civilization, it is called a secret realm. If it existed before the birth of civilization, it is a relic. There are generally various resources and treasures in both, but there is a big gap in the level.

The fog is surging, and the non-living things in the surrounding area have been wiped out.

A crack with scarlet blood light, lying between heaven and earth, stretching for millions of miles, is the entrance to the secret realm. Compared with it, the figures that keep pouring in are as small as dust.

In the void, a huge Shenzhou is silently suspended, and the shadows are projected down, making the monks passing below look sideways with awe.

"The Sun Never Sets Holy Land, the Reincarnation Holy Land, the Netherworld Holy Land, the Black Heaven Holy Land, the True Prison Holy Land..."

"Strange, why are all these holy lands gathered here? At first, I thought they wanted to occupy this secret place, but unexpectedly, they did not prevent other monks from entering!"

Many people were confused. It was not a relic, but just a secret place. It would not attract so many powerful holy lands to come.

The strangest thing was that they just watched silently from the side, and there was no movement.

Some monks were happy to see this, and hurriedly escaped into the secret place, fearing that the holy land would suddenly change its mind and clear the place.

And those monks who were suspicious and cautious by nature, saw this weird scene and turned around and left without looking back.

Although the treasures are good, you have to live to enjoy them.

In the game between the holy places, these small shrimps will surely die once they are affected.

The Yuhua Immortal Boat is the only realm-level divine boat in Feixian Cave Heaven. It is 570,000 feet long and looks like a floating continent.

On the immortal boat, there were many people. Feixian Dongtian almost came out in full force to deal with this competition.

It was not that they wanted to do this, but it was limited by the rules of the competition.

The rules are as follows:

1. Tongtian realm and below can enter the secret realm to participate in the competition.

2. All forces need to send at least 100 Tongtian realm cultivators, 1,000 Wanxiang realm, 10,000 Shenzang realm, 100,000 Xumi realm, 100,000 Weichen realm, and 10 million Lingxuan realm, with no upper limit.

3. Fight each other without restrictions. Killing a Lingxuan realm cultivator will earn 10 points, and the Weichen realm will earn 100 points, which will increase tenfold in turn. After the competition is over, the force with the highest total points will win, and the cultivator with the highest personal points will win the championship and be given various treasures.

4. The time limit is one year. If the secret realm is broken, the competition will end early.

5. For this competition, the system center of high-dimensional space-time has been applied for as the supervisor. It is fair, just and open. The points are counted by the system through the super-dimensional connector. Therefore, the prerequisite for participating in the competition is to wear a super-dimensional bracelet.

Such a cruel competition, bloody, is definitely the cruelest of all kinds of competitions.

Throwing a large number of monks into the same space without distinction of level and fighting indiscriminately and without restrictions is inhumane. How to allocate the participating monks is also a headache.

In addition to the minimum number of people, the rules clearly state that "there is no upper limit". If more monks are sent in, the overall strength of the party will be stronger, but correspondingly, a large number of points will be provided to the opponent.

It is no wonder that when Kong Yangzi read the content on the scroll, he was shocked and terrified.

Although this form of competition is rare, it is not uncommon, but it is often used when the two forces have irreconcilable hatred and do not want to go to war completely.

Being able to apply for the right to use the center of the high-dimensional space-time system, it is obvious that the top leaders of the Nine Clans Alliance acquiesce to this cruel duel.

The reason is very simple. Just like the war of faith among the elves, the Nine Clans Alliance also needs to be prepared for danger and make its monks full of blood. A greenhouse can only cultivate flowers, and only killing can create real strong people.

At the same time, fighting is also the best way to redistribute resources. The strong will always be strong, and the weak will be plundered, so that the real Tianjiao monsters can quickly rise in blood and fire.

The "Life Protection Regulations" promulgated by the [Supreme Council] are only for ordinary creatures without extraordinary powers. The protection of the ordinary world is also for a larger population base and the birth of more pure-blooded human races.

As for the cultivation world, the [Supreme Council] will not care about fighting to the death. Anyway, this world lacks everything, but not population. With the reincarnation of the underworld as a backup, are you still afraid that the monks will die out?

Only when the waves wash away the sand can the true gold be seen. Those who can become strong will always become strong. The cruel world of cultivation is the best place for them to train.

"Sister, do you think Brother Yan can come back?"

On the Yuhua Xianzhou, Wang Wenqian held a folding fan and looked at the ferocious giant ship in the mist in the distance, with a flash of worry in his eyes.

There were less than ten hours left before the competition started, but there was still no sign of Yan Xing.

Besides, even if Brother Yan came back, what would it matter?

Wang Wenqian shook his head and smiled bitterly. Their generation was still too young, and the years of cultivation were too short. Even if they had some talent, how could they make waves in such a terrifying competition.

Yan Xing won the leader of [Wuji Ladder], which really shocked the audience, but in the secret realm, anyone in the Myriad Realm should be able to beat him, right?

"Sixth brother, he will definitely come back because he is a punishment of hell."

Wang Baoer's eyes narrowed slightly, and thunder flickered deep in her childish hole. She believed that Yan Xing would abide by the agreement. At the same time, she didn't want Yan Xing to come. It was best to escape as far away as possible, and wait until she became a truly strong man and ruled the world. One day, he came again to avenge Feixian Cave.

Wang Baoer was already desperate for this competition.

She didn't expect that several supreme holy places would suddenly appear, nor did she expect that the imaginary competition would become so bloody. According to the rules of the competition, this secret realm will be a purgatory grinding, crushing everything, and one's personal power will become extremely ridiculous.

"Sigh, the world is difficult and dangerous. I don't know why. The top management wants to fight to the end. How can these holy places be competed by Feixian?"

Wang Wenqian shook his head and sighed, with a puzzled look on his face, but he didn't know that the current senior officials of Feixian were also riding a tiger, and even the "Holy Land of True Hell" and "Holy Land of Cangtian Frontier" were also involved.

The key to the matter is no longer the pure blood of the human race. The protagonist has been changed quietly. It is the left eye of the saint and Yan Xing. Everything is coming for him.

"Sister, do you want to participate? The ancestors have already spoken. Everything is voluntary. If you don't get enough, we will draw lots."

"Actually, the higher-ups don't want you to take risks. After all, only if you are alive can you have a future, especially for a talented person like eldest sister..."

Wang Baoer remained silent. She understood what her sixth brother meant. Even her master almost made it clear that she should withdraw to protect herself.

stop--

Boom!

Suddenly, three streaks of light streaked across the sky, broke through the fog, and hit the fairy boat hard, making a huge noise and causing the surrounding crowd to look sideways.

"Hahaha!"

"Finally caught up -"

An extremely burly figure, fully three feet tall, stepped through the smoke and dust, carrying a black broken halberd on its shoulders. The muscles in Chi Guo's upper body were tangled and covered with scars, and a sinister aura lingered around him.

"Not too late, not too late."

The slender figure stood in the smoke and dust, like a sharp sword unsheathed, with a strong sword intent.

"Bah, bah, bah! Big guy, what are you doing? You almost hit your aunt to death..."

clang!

A thick mace tore through the air and hit the burly man on the head. Sparks flew out and the sound of gold and iron was heard.

"Hmph! Iron Turtle!"

"hey-hey!"

Huh? It's them!

They are not...

The surrounding Feixian disciples all had strange looks in their eyes. Didn't these three people disappear nine years ago? He had already been judged as a defector, why did he show up again?

Under the oppression of the Holy Land, many monks in Feixian Cave could not bear the mental torture and chose to leave Feixian and defect to other forces.

Only Wang Baoer raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but there was no look of surprise on her face, because she knew that it was impossible for these three guys to defect. While sending a text message to Yan Xing, she also informed these three people.

"Leimeng? Zang Wu! Quinn! Wow, where have you guys been in the past few years!?"

"I miss you so much!

Wang Wenqian was startled and almost broke his hand on the folding fan. Then a look of surprise appeared on his face. He jumped up and hugged Raymond's lap.

"Sorry, we concealed our whereabouts because we didn't know if we could come back alive."

Raymond stretched out his hand to lift Wang Wenqian in front of him, a complex look flashed in his eyes. When Quinn proposed to explore the secret realm, he only had three vouchers to enter there, so he didn't tell others.

Secret realm?

No!

It was not a secret realm at all, but a little-known ruins. When Raymond thought of what he encountered inside, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Fortunately, the three of them were lucky and finally came out alive.

‘Brother Yan, this time, I finally have the qualification to look up at your back! ’

A divine light appeared in Lei Meng's eyes, he tightened the broken halberd in his hand, and a touch of confidence appeared on his face, which was stronger than ever before.

"Hiss! What is this piece of scrap metal?!"

Wang Wenqian's brows trembled, but he was slightly closer to the tattered broken halberd. For some reason, he felt a little frightened in his heart.

"Hahaha! It's not scrap metal!"

Lei Meng laughed loudly, put Wang Wenqian down gently, and walked to Wang Baoer with heavy steps.

"Senior Sister Bao'er, do you have any news about my brother Yan?"

When Wang Baoer heard this, he looked up at the sky, his long dark purple hair flickering slightly, and his expression was complicated and inexplicable.

She regretted sending the text message, but if she hadn't done so, how would she have faced the punishment afterwards.

Therefore, she could only express the stakes involved, and it was up to Yan Xing to decide whether to come or not.

"Junior Brother Yan, we should be here soon!"

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