Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 633
"The second ceremony, mutual fighting ceremony, any challenge, the winner will have the qualification to accept the inheritance." The mysterious man in black held up a stone tablet in one hand and a small tripod in the other, "This Fang Dongtian has been refined It has become a cave that can be carried around, the stone tablet in my hand is the key to control it, and this small tripod is the manifestation of the Mahayana technique."

As soon as the words fell, everyone stared at the two things in his hand, their eyes became hot, and they sensed that it was true!
The mysterious man in black threw the two things together and hung them in the air together with the golden beads, "In the mutual fighting ceremony, one party is the master, symbolizing the master's family. You can designate your opponent at will, or you can wait for the opponent to come on stage, and I will invite you The one with the most precious gift will be the ruler."

Qi Huan smiled, he could take this opportunity to take the things from that person.

However, the mysterious black-robed man did not regard his son's seal as the most precious gift, but looked at Jiang Chuan, "Please invite this distinguished guest to come on stage."

Jiang Chuan seemed a little surprised. He hesitated for a while with folded arms, raised a sharp look between his brows, and strode up the octagonal platform.

"This is the Lord's token." The mysterious man in black handed him a golden mask.

"What if I lose?"

"Then the one who wins will be the ruler."

Jiang Chuan took the mask and glanced at the people below, as if he was considering who to choose as his opponent.

Someone immediately questioned, "It's not fair. May I ask how many rounds it takes to win? If he deliberately chooses the weaker one, won't he always be able to win?"

"Don't worry, respected guests, there are eight rounds of mutual fighting ceremony, and there will be no endless competition, but it also means that you only have eight chances to win the qualification to own the inheritance, and you don't have to worry about whether it is fair or not." The mysterious black-robed man cast a spell on the spot, and the golden bead on the top burst into brilliance and sank into the octagonal platform. The invisible power awakened from the octagonal platform and swayed in all directions.

Power bound!

Everyone was already very wary of the current inexplicable situation, but now, their cultivation has also been imprisoned!

Feeling like duckweed, he didn't even care about the inheritance, and couldn't help but ask, "When can we leave this place?"

"After the banquet is over, I will send the honored guests away."

"What the hell is this black-robed man?" Hua Jianci looked at the chaotic hexagrams. He was either a power several times stronger than the dozens of life and death realms present, or he was a dead thing, otherwise she wouldn't be wrong. reveal his history.

Although his cultivation base has been sealed, he can still use the secret arts and Taoist talents that are powered by his own blood. Zhan Changfeng intends to wait and see what happens.

If it is really like what Huajian Ci said, the owner of Fang Dongtian is a Taoist, and a fellow Taoist may be a disciple of the Red Mansion. The source of the formula of the human pill, then whether he wants to choose an inheritor, or has some other purpose? It's hard to say.

"The mutual fighting ceremony begins!" The mysterious black-robed man stepped off the stage and made way for him.

Everyone's brains are not in vain, this is to let them fight in the ring naked.

Someone's mind is quickened, and he is not strong in the life and death environment, but in the case of power being blocked, it is not certain who is strong and who is weak.

People's thoughts are always surprisingly similar, and those monks who were still afraid of Jiang Chuan at this moment can't wait to rush forward immediately.

Unfortunately, there are already two people on stage.

One is Batuo Shende, and the other is Moxiu Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan licked his red lips, put on the golden mask, and drew the knife on his back.

The man in black said loudly, "Jiang, to Bator!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, causing a group of outsiders to look at them frequently. They were all dressed in white and black, holding lanterns, with smiles on their faces, and they were extremely festive.

Batuo Shende's muscles were tense, he was good at spells, and he was always at a disadvantage against Jiang Chuan's martial arts with knives.

Although the treasure is in front, how can he be allowed to back down!
Punch!

In Jiang Chuan's eyes, that fierce punch was nothing to mention. With his fighting skills, he could win without any cultivation.

But in an instant, he suddenly felt some kind of power, he resisted and struggled, the golden mask was firmly attached to his face, as if he wanted to become one with him!
His eyes were blank for a moment, and suddenly there was some kind of frenzy!

Jiang Chuan easily grasped the punch he was hitting, the knife fell, his arm was broken, and blood gushed out.

The scorching temperature dripped on his face, neck, hands, and clothes.

Hearing the screams of Bartolshende, he took advantage of the victory to pursue.

Cut off the limbs.

Cut off the head.

Kneeling aside, he opened Bartolshund's abdomen, and reverently pulled out his internal organs.

There are eight stone pillars standing around the octagonal platform, and the top of each stone pillar is burning with flames, like a huge torch. At this time, the flame on one of the stone pillars suddenly jumped up, boom!off!

Everyone didn't expect this scene, and there was an uproar. Among them, Wan Gu said angrily, "Even if you are a demon cultivator, you can't torture people like this!"

She jumped onto the stage with a sword in hand.

"Jiang, to Wan!"

Jiang Chuan wiped his face, and there were five bloodstains horizontally on his face.He picked up the knife again.

The crowd cheers!

Qi Huan was quite shocked, "The demon cultivator just has different ideas, how could he do such a thing, it's clearly the actions of an evil cultivator who lost his mind."

There was something wrong with the mask, Zhan Changfeng turned around and went into the crowd, he couldn't wait passively, he had to find out if there was any breakthrough point first.

There was a lot of voices, but she couldn't hear any voices. She thought that the people who appeared were projections of a certain image from the past, but their reactions to the scene were real and weird. They were neither people, nor ghosts, nor pure illusions.

She couldn't comprehend this existence.

Zhan Changfeng suddenly thought of Xiaoyujie. Once it starts to rain in Xiaoyujie, the ground will be submerged, and the whole world will change from land to ocean. No one can explain this phenomenon. The upside-down in the eyes of ordinary people is its normality. Order, the transformation of land into sea is its law.

By chance, she heard that the Little Fish Realm was not conceived naturally, but a small world created by an ancient emperor. After the ancient emperor fell, the Little Fish Realm became a star realm without an owner.

The creation of the emperor has a remarkable feature, that is, whether the rules inside seem weird or normal, they are all real rules, and everything that exists under these rules is reasonable.

Could it be that this space is not a cave, but a small world?

A rule written by the creator of the small world, allowing this special existence that is neither human nor ghost nor hallucination?

Except for Xiaoyujie, she has never been to the world born the day after tomorrow. She really can't imagine what kind of world and what kind of rules can reverse the world, change the sun and the moon, or create something beyond common sense.

She stepped into the ancient building, and stopped a person who was anxious to go to the square to watch the birthday ceremony, "Excuse me, where is the Taoist priest? It's been so long and I'm ashamed that I haven't visited the master's house."

The handsome young man in white and black clothes shrank back as if startled, saw her appearance clearly, blushed slightly, and said shyly, "We rarely see Taoist Priest, if Taoist Priest wants to appear, he will appear naturally, honorable guest Let's go to the square to watch the ceremony."

"Really." Zhan Changfeng still couldn't hear his heart, but his reaction was very real, "What's your name?"

"Ranqi." He bowed embarrassingly, and ran to the square to watch the excitement.

(End of this chapter)