Zombie Evil Emperor

3.2 billion people.

In the first round of assessment, 2.2 billion were collected, leaving one billion people behind.

In the second round of assessment, one billion people were eliminated, and 990 million people were eliminated, leaving only 10 million people.

And all of these tens of millions of people are geniuses among geniuses and geniuses among geniuses.

The strength gap between them is not big. The next third round of one-on-one competition will be an extremely difficult battle for everyone.

"Don't get hurt."

Before Fushun came to the ring, his lover Sophie Na'an stepped forward to hug him and said softly.

Fushun patted Sophie Na'an's back comfortingly and said confidently: "Don't worry, honey, I know how to take care of myself."

Yang Tian on the side looked at the two of them chatting with each other, and couldn't help but think of the three wives Lin Xin, Ziyun and Zixia in Pangu's Yin and Yang world.

brush!

Just when Yang Tian was thinking about his wife and children, Fushun's figure flashed and turned into a ray of light, landing on one of the 100,000 arenas.

Anyone can enter this kind of ring, and there is no order. As long as there are enough people in the ring, they can compete one-on-one.

At this time, many people were the first to take the stage like Fushun, and many people planned to go up later to observe the strengths and weaknesses of others so as to choose their own goals in the future.

Not long after Fushun landed on the ring, a five-foot-long golden-haired lion with six heads flew up. This was also an existence at the Great Perfection level of the late Hunyuan Saint, but it was unwilling to fight in human form, because it only had Only in the shape of the original beast can it exert its greatest combat effectiveness.

Not only are these six-headed lions at the Hunyuan Saint level, but Fushun has also become a complete fighting form.

The dark wings on his back were long and had feathers like swords, so sharp that they could easily cut through the void.

Every joint on his body sprouted bone spurs that were sharper than divine weapons, and could easily pierce defensive light curtains and armor.

brush!

brush!

The two moved at the same time, rushing towards each other, and in an instant, a fierce close combat began.

now!

Anyone who can enter the ring is the strongest among the strong.

No one took Fushun and the six golden lions lightly. They went all out and used all their fighting power from the moment they came up.

Stab!

Stab!

The pair of jet-black iron wings behind Fushun were surrounded by the power of law, as flexible as two long whips whipping at the six golden lions, and the void was torn into black space cracks.

The six-headed golden lion is also very terrifying. Each head can exert a magical power, and its golden hair shines brightly, like a small sun burning, dazzling and dazzling.

Other arenas are similar.

They were all fierce fights of this level.

"Fushun is going to win."

At this time, Yang Tian saw a stream of black air coming out of his friend Fushun's mouth in the ring, and knew that he was going to win.

really--

On the ring, the six-headed golden lion was placed.

brush!

Fushun's figure flashed and returned to Yang Tian and the others from the ring.

Although he won, he still had dozens of wounds, large and small, all over his body, dripping with blood, and very embarrassed.

When his lover Sophie Naan saw it, she felt heartbroken. However, the gunshot wound was just a superficial wound.

Layers of black mist rose up along the surface of his body, lasting only about a dozen breaths. When the black mist receded, all his wounds and other injuries disappeared.

In fact, if it weren't for the attack of the six-headed golden lion, which had a terrifying power on the wound, with the strength of the Hunyuan Saint level, the wound would have healed in a matter of minutes.

"Brother Yang, how is my strength? How does it compare with you?" Fushun folded his wings behind his back and asked with a smile. He had wanted to compete with Yang Tian over the years, but Yang Tian never agreed.

"Very powerful!"

Yang Tian gave an affirmative answer, and then said confidently: "Compared with me, we are both about the same. If we really compete in the ring, I will definitely win."

The dark aura on Fushun's body is very strong, but his dark aura is pure darkness, which is different from the dark, cold and evil aura in Yang Tian's zombie form.

It can be said that the darkness in Yang Tian's zombie form is the source of all evil, and its quality is much higher than that of Fushun.

The sharpness of Fushun's wings will never break Yang Tian's skin in zombie form. The black gas he spits out is poisonous gas. The zombie's body is inherently lifeless and ignores any poisonous gas at all.

Half an hour later, Fushun, with all his mana restored, stepped onto the ring again, and this time it was clear that he was winning again.

In fact, those who can win nowadays are almost always apparent winners.

The gap in everyone's strength is not big.

There will not be a state of complete crushing.

In the next few battles, Fushun lost once, drew twice, and won seven times.

After ten competitions, this result is already very good, enough to enter the top three sects and the three major colleges.

Two days later.

The third round of assessment is over.

Ten million people eliminated seven million, leaving three million people who could choose to join any of the three major sects and the three major academies.

Fushun chose Hongwu Taoist Temple.

Yang Tian already knew about his choice of this Taoist temple, because one of the vice-presidents of the Hongwu Taoist Temple was an elder in the Fushun family, and he would get more care when he went there.

Boom! At this moment, a pagoda magic weapon landed in Tianlong City Square from a high altitude in the distance.

The tower is simple, with one hundred floors, each floor ten feet high, standing there like a straight spear.

A vice-president belonging to the Mingwu Dao Academy flew into the air and said: "Twelve people signed up to fight in the life and death arena."

The sound was not loud, but it spread to the ears of hundreds of billions of people in Tianlong City, as if speaking to everyone, very clearly.

"Brother Yang, we must break through!"

Fushun patted Yang Tian on the shoulder.

This time, it's either life or death.

There was something different in his heart. This temper was easy to talk about, and his friend who had been with him for more than 1.5 million years died.

"Don't worry, a mere life and death arena won't stop me." Yang Tian fisted at his friend Fushun, the old woman Aunt Liu, and Sophie Na'an.

Then, with a flash of his figure, he flew in mid-air in front of the vice-president of the Mingwu Dao Academy.

Almost at the same moment, eleven other figures came into the air. Yang Tian looked around and saw that the auras of these eleven people were all at the late Perfection level of the Hunyuan Sage, and the eleven of them gave Yang Tian the feeling of being a clone. All have a dangerous aura.

From this alone, Yang Tian could tell that any one of these eleven people was stronger than his friend Fushun, and not even a little bit stronger.

In fact, when Yang Tian thought about it, he felt relieved. If these eleven people were not as good as those of Fushun, how could they dare to sign up for the life and death arena.