Mo Yu and Zou Yiming are both the direct disciples of Chixiao Renren, and Shan Linggen's genius. Their strength is naturally extraordinary. In the first few battles, they had hit their opponents with no effort, and they were extremely ruthless. If those disciples hadn't conceded in time, they would have died directly on the stage.

The disciples standing in the audience looked like they dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and even several peak masters were quite critical.

"Zongmen Dabi has always been a matter of life and death. The two of them have not made mistakes, and there is no need to persuade and punish them. If it were not for the Zongmen Dabi to be so strict, how could the disciples' cultivation be improved so that they would not fall to others when they travel abroad. In hand." The real person Chi Xiao smiled lightly.

Due to the rules of the gate, several peak masters could only keep silent.

Song Yufei was in the late stage of Jindan, and he was considered the highest cultivation base among this group of disciples, so he won very easily. Because his foundation is shallow and he is not favored by his master, he does not dare to act presumptuously.

Zhou Yun Sheng took byes every game, and only stood by the elder Taishang to watch the play, as if he was waiting for the final battle. His behavior of waiting for work has attracted criticism from many disciples.

"Having a good master is really taking advantage. You and I are fighting to the end, but he can enter the final ten-man competition just by standing there comfortably." A disciple sneered and whispered.

"If he doesn't act like this, how can he compare to others. He wears a magic weapon to hide his cultivation, although he can't tell the depth, but it has only been ten years, and Dingtian is the early stage of Jindan. The foundation is very unstable. Even if you enter the ten-person competition, I am afraid that you will be sending food to others. The elder Taishang dotes on him so much, not to help him, but to harm him." Another disciple shook his head and sighed.

When Song Yufei, Mo Yu, and Zou Yiming heard this, they all laughed secretly in their hearts.

In this competition, it took seven days and seven nights to select the last nine people. As soon as the new competition came out, all the gossips disappeared. Ten people were supposed to decide the top five in twos and twos, and then the top three in twos and twos, which means they only need to play two games at most. Those who can enter the top ten are all extremely powerful disciples. They have to do their best in the first competition, but they have to fight for their lives in the two competitions.

However, Fang Xinghai, who had never made a shot before, had to compete three times in a row. The opponents were Mo Yu, Zou Yiming, and Song Yufei, who had the most potential to enter the top three. Where is this relying on the power of the elders to cheat, but it is courting death!

The eyes of the Jindan stage disciples all changed when they looked at Fang Xinghai. Since this person dared to fight, he must have some ability. They are very much looking forward to the strength of the disciples of the elders.

Amid the crowd's attention, Mo Yu leaped onto the stage, raised the streamer sword in his hand, and pointed straight at the man in black standing beside the elder Taishang.

Zhou Yun Sheng's figure flashed, and he appeared opposite Mo Yu in the blink of an eye.

"You go first." He reached out his hand and invited him in a gentle and polite manner.

Mo Yu was not polite, and with a grin, he waved an icy sword light. Her movements were so fast that Zhou Yun Sheng was cut into two pieces before he even had time to react.

Seeing the man in black whose body slowly tilted and fell, the disciples under the stage showed disbelief. Is this the end? Is this the strength of the elder Taishang's closed disciple?

Mo Yu was overjoyed, and was about to chop a few more swords to smash the opponent's golden core, but saw that the broken body suddenly turned into a gray-black dense fog and burst open, but in the blink of an eye, it completely shrouded Bidoutai .

The relaxed expression of Real Man Chi Xiao immediately turned gloomy, and Zou Yiming and Song Yufei couldn't help but frown.

In the thick fog, Mo Yu couldn't see anything, and could only block with his sword instinctively. After a while, she finally got used to the dim environment. Looking around, a figure slowly emerged from the thick fog, but it was Fang Wenguang, who had been dead for a long time. .

Mo Yu was inexplicably horrified but did not dare to think deeply, and immediately waved his sword to meet him.

Zhou Yun Sheng stood in the sky above the thick fog, his arms crossed his chest, watching Mo Yu fighting with his imaginary enemy in a very leisurely manner. This is one of his self-created moves - Mist Fantasy. The mist that has been refined by him is attached to the spiritual energy, enters the body of the cultivator, and reflects the most unbearable secrets hidden in their consciousness into reality.

The hallucinations created by other hallucinations can only be seen by the person involved, and others have no way of knowing. However, the misty illusion is very different. Just as the mirage reflected by the fog can be seen by everyone, Zhou Yun Sheng can also see the secrets of the cultivators trapped in his domain.

It's like making a movie. What they think in their hearts, the fog can conjure up something, and the plot responds accordingly according to their own judgment, which can be almost fake.

Mo Yu quickly killed Fang Wenguang, but saw Zou Yiming walking out of the thick fog. She sneered and waved her sword to meet her. Zou Yiming, who was reflected by her imagination, also responded quickly.

Standing in the sky, Zhou Yun Sheng raised his eyebrows, having a whole new understanding of Mo Yu's jealousy. It turned out that she was not only jealous of Fang Wenguang, but even Zou Yiming was very disgusted.

It took Mo Yu hard work to kill Zou Yiming, but found Fang Xinghai stepping out of the thick fog.

"Very good, you all have to fight against me, right? Then go to hell!" The inner demon lurking in the bottom of her heart broke out completely, Mo Yu's eyes were red, she threw the streamer sword into the air, and turned into a limitless wasteland. The sword formation blasted towards Fang Xinghai. Others only saw the sword light flickering in the thick fog and the aura surged.

She beheaded one imaginary enemy after another, and when she saw Elder Taishang come out of the thick fog, her face finally showed a look of despair. Even if she is controlled by her inner demon, she knows that she is by no means an opponent of the Supreme Elder.

Zhou Yun Sheng, who had been smiling all the time, turned gloomy. So brave, even Zong Yi wanted to kill him!

Mo Yu made a seal with both hands, held the streamer sword in the air, and used the most powerful Ten Jue Immortal Execution Sword Formation of the Promise Immortal Sect. However, her aura had already bottomed out, so how could she exert one ten thousandth of the sword formation's power? , After several waves of sword light swept through the thick fog, she finally couldn't support her half-kneeling on the ground.

But Elder Taishang swept away the sword light just by waving his sleeves, and walked to her step by step.

"You are a woman with very rich inner feelings, which opened my eyes." Elder Taishang stretched out his hand and pinched Mo Yu's chin. Mo Yu wanted to resist, but because his spiritual power was exhausted, he couldn't even move a finger. She looked back with humiliating eyes, and was stunned to find that Elder Taishang's face turned into Fang Xinghai's feminine and charming face after a circle of ripples.

"Why are you?" Mo Yu was puzzled.

"Don't forget who you're fighting with." Zhou Yun Sheng smiled lightly, and elegantly and calmly pulled out Mo Yu's jade-white bones, causing Mo Yu to howl miserably.

However, the fog absorbed all of her voice, making the outside world feel nothing.

In a more mournful howl, Zhou Yun Sheng took out Mo Yu's whole body and kneaded them into powder in front of her face, then inserted his five fingers into her dantian, and pulled out the dimly lit golden core.

For the first time, Mo Yu realized what life is not as good as death, but what made her more unbearable than pain was her inner despair. The root bone, Dantian, and Jindan were all destroyed, and she would become a complete mortal. Mortals have to experience the five reincarnations of birth, old age, sickness and death, and they are like ants! How can that be!

"Please let me go! My father has many treasures, and he will give you anything you want, as long as you are willing to let me go!" Now Mo Yu was covered in blood and burst into tears. As the beloved daughter of the suzerain, she has always been aloof, and she has never been so embarrassed.

How she lost this battle, she didn't remember it until now.

"I admit defeat! I admit defeat!" She shouted with all her strength, hoping that the elders and peak masters would hear and take her down in time. But the thick fog absorbed all her voice.

"My master is the supreme elder of the Wuji Immortal Sect. He has countless treasures in his hands, so how could he look at your things. Why didn't you let me go? Let go of my brother? I said earlier, how do you treat me, I will It will be imposed on you thousands of times. This evil result is yours, and you should swallow it yourself." Zhou Yun Sheng squeezed the golden pill in Mo Yu's desperate eyes, and threw his sleeves to withdraw the thick fog.

The disciples in the audience first felt the breath of the Wuji and Eight Desolate Sword Array, and then felt the power of the Ten Jue Immortal Execution Sword Array, and they all sighed for Fang Xinghai in their hearts. That is the most powerful sword formation of the Promise Immortal Sect, one is already unbearable, let alone two bursts.

This Fang Xinghai is also somewhat capable, and can force Senior Sister Mo Yu to do this, but when the two sword formations come out, he is afraid that there will be more luck than luck.

The thick fog appeared suddenly and disappeared very strangely. But in the blink of an eye, the stage was already clear and bright, and a slender figure walked slowly, holding a golden light spot that gradually dissipated in his hand. Another figure was lying on the ground, except for the head intact, the hands and feet were like soft candy bars crooked and out of shape.

Everyone took a closer look and couldn't help but take a deep breath. The golden light spot was a crushed golden core, and the person lying on the ground was Senior Sister Mo Yu whose roots were taken away.

The root bone, Dantian, and Jindan were all destroyed. Unless another pill was obtained, Senior Sister Mo Yu's cultivation career would be over.

Looking at the man in black again, he has experienced such a fierce fight, not to mention being injured, but his hair has never been messed up. His strength is really unfathomable, and his methods are extremely sinister.

The indifferent expression of the real person Akasaka was replaced by rage. His internal organs were churning, his primordial spirit was restless, and thick murderous intent flowed from the bottom of his eyes.

However, a more powerful Primordial Spirit will be shrouded than the bucket, and will wrap the thin and thin disciples layer by layer, and the protection will not leak. Zong Yi tilted his head to look at the real person Chixiao, and said slowly, "Ten years ago, your daughter destroyed my disciple's root bone and dantian, and shot him down the abyss with the intention of killing him. After that, my disciple signed a life and death certificate with her, saying that she would Even above the big competition, the two of you have not forgotten about your father and daughter, have you?"

The voice of the Supreme Elder resounded through the Wuji Xianzong, and it also made all the disciples suddenly realize. It turns out that there is also this inside story, no wonder Fang Xinghai started so hard, and Mo Yu deserved it!

At the beginning, due to the selfishness of the real person Chixiao, he only announced the cause of Fang Wenguang's death and concealed the murder of Fang Xinghai by his daughter. Zong Yi didn't bother with him, and waited for this day.

The frowns of the peak masters loosened, and the disgust of the other party Xinghai and the pity of Mo Yu all dissipated. People who cultivate truth are most afraid of involving cause and effect. Mo Yu concluded that such evil causes should have this retribution today.

Several other Supreme Elders were planning to stand up for Mo Yu, but they fell silent after hearing this.

The expression of the real person Chixiao changed a few times. After a while, he finally regained his calm and said with a wry smile, "The younger generation has never forgotten. Today's battle, my son is convinced." .

Dabi continued, Zou Yiming, who was standing behind the real person Chixiao, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Master, don't worry, my disciples will avenge my junior sister later."

Real Man Chi Xiao closed his eyes and didn't answer, as if he had settled down.

After Song Yufei retreated to the crowd, he asked in horror, "Fairy, can you see what's going on in the fog?" His consciousness couldn't even penetrate a thin layer of fog, which was really strange.

Zong Yi once warned the stunning woman not to use her spiritual sense to spy on Fang Xinghai, otherwise she would be driven to the ground. These words are by no means alarmist. The woman knew that Zong Yi had such strength, so she had been quietly hiding in Yuhuan. After hearing Song Yufei's questioning, she said coldly, "But I'm not interested in the fight in the Jindan period."

The woman is a dignified and profound immortal, and her cultivation base is not much higher than that of people in this world. Naturally, she will not put a few children of Jindan period in her eyes. Song Yufei believed it to be the truth and stopped asking. The other party Xinghai's fear was a little deeper.

I thought that after the battle against Mo Yu, he would be injured no matter what, but just now he saw that his appearance was unscathed, and even his spiritual power was not consumed. Did he use some magic weapon?

Song Yufei sneered immediately. When it comes to magic weapons, he is not short of them, let's compare them.

Afterwards, the two groups of disciples went up, and the battle scene was very intense, much better than the unbreakable dense fog in Xinghai. Zou Yiming carefully wiped his life spirit sword and swept Fang Xinghai with the eye knife, showing a vigorous fighting spirit all over his body.

Zhou Yun Sheng didn't even give him the corner of his eye, and stared at Zong Yi who kept wiping his fingertips with a handkerchief.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a low voice.

"It's dirty." Zong Yi opened his palm and burned the handkerchief.

Zhou Yun Sheng thought for a while, and then he understood, squeezed Mo Yu's chin before joining this hand. No matter how many times it has been reincarnated, the possessiveness is still so strong. He sighed inwardly, but the corners of his mouth rose quietly.

After two rounds of competition, Zou Yiming flew up to the high platform and waited for his opponent.

Zhou Yun Sheng also flew up and made a 'please first' gesture.

Zou Yiming and Mo Yu are worthy of being brothers and sisters from the same sect, and they attacked with swords without saying a word. Zhou Yun Sheng's figure changed from solid to virtual, and instantly disappeared into the dense fog that exploded.

This is another trick, is it over? Why is Fang Xinghai always hiding his head and showing his tail? The disciples in the audience sighed. However, if they knew that Fang Xinghai was Wu Linggen, they would not complain anymore. Wulingen cultivator doesn't use fog as a weapon, so what?

Zou Yiming was very determined, not attacking randomly like Mo Yu. He stood in the thick fog and quietly felt the surrounding atmosphere. A figure appeared, it was Fang Wenguang, who had long since died. He realized that this was an illusion with just one strike, and he would no longer waste his spiritual power.

"Fang Xinghai, come out and fight me if you have the ability, don't use these ghostly tricks." He sneered at the void.

"That's as you wish." The man's cold voice suddenly appeared behind him, causing Zou Yiming to turn around and attack immediately.

When his sword light swept across, Fang Xinghai's body suddenly turned into mist and dissipated on the spot, leaving not even a trace of breath. Zou Yiming frowned, and began to realize that the other party's exercises seemed not simple.

"Continue." Zhou Yun Sheng appeared by Zou Yiming's side with a dagger in his hand, and easily cut a bloody opening on his arm before disappearing. Wuling root cultivators are best at concealment, which is destined to be more inclined to stealth attacks rather than face-to-face battles.

Zou Yiming stabbed with a sword, only stabbing a cloud of mist. He began to understand why the junior sister used the two sword formations. When no opponent could be found, the only way to do it was to launch a group attack, but it consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

Fang Xinghai waits for work, and naturally wins easily.

Zou Yiming repeatedly warned himself not to be fooled, but he couldn't find out where Fang Xinghai was. He seemed to merge with the fog.

Zhou Yun Sheng played with Zou Yiming very patiently, and cut wounds one after another on his neck, dantian, heart and other vital places, but the wounds were shallow enough to kill him.

For a sword cultivator with a violent personality like Zou Yiming, the most annoying thing is not his lack of strength, but that he can't even find his opponent anywhere. He gradually lost his inch like Mo Yu, and used several powerful sword formations one after another.

The disciples under Bidoutai saw Yiyi's sword light constantly rushing out of the thick fog, so they could only make up the wonderful fighting scenes by themselves. But in fact, Zou Yiming is at the end of the fight. His spiritual power was gradually exhausted, and his body was covered in scars, but he never even touched Fang Xinghai's hair.

"Come out! Fang Xinghai, you have the ability to come out for me!" Zou Yiming waved his spirit sword frantically slashing clouds of mist, his eyes were bloodshot.

Zhou Yun Sheng lost his playfulness, condensed his atomized body together, and quietly appeared behind Zou Yiming. His five fingers turned into claws, piercing Zou Yiming's dantian, and instantly crushing his golden core. When making this series of actions, not to mention the air floating, even his spiritual power has not been lost. As long as he is in the thick fog, he can come and go freely and silently.

Zou Yiming knelt on the ground spouting blood, struggling to support his body with the spirit sword of his life. He would never collapse in plain sight. He turned his head and wanted to ask where Fang Xinghai was hiding, but his throat was bleeding continuously, but he could only make a grunting sound.

The former genius cultivator has now become a cripple, and even if he retrains, he will never be able to reach the height he should have reached.

Zhou Yun Sheng shook off the blood on his hands and sighed, "You watched my brother get killed, but I only destroyed your golden pill. You should thank me for my kindness. We understand the cause and effect."

He raised his hand and inhaled all the mist into his body, flew to the master's side and stood still, and smiled at Song Yufei who was hiding in the crowd.

To tell the truth, his appearance is very handsome, handsome to the level of bewitching, and he can almost take away the three souls and seven souls of a person with a smile. But Song Yufei's eyes were not amazed, only fear.

When the disciples in the audience saw Zou Yiming's tragic situation, there was another uproar, and then they were silent when they remembered Fang Wenguang's death. Cultivators are most afraid of involving cause and effect, and this is a living example.

The real person Chixiao secretly suppressed his anger and ordered Zou Yiming to be carried away. Today, Dabi lost his beloved daughter and his first disciple, and even lost his face. He might become the laughing stock of his disciples in the future. But so what, as long as the elder Taishang did not fall for a day, he would have nothing to do with Fang Xinghai.

Several peak masters gained a new understanding of Xinghai's strength. It is worthy of being a closed disciple of the Supreme Elder, and the future is bright!

"He is Wu Linggen, and you need to avoid his fog when fighting against him. Without the fog, he has no support. There are very few practitioners of Wu Linggen, and I am not familiar with this practice, only If you can mention it here, you should pay more attention." The stunning woman in Yuhuan suddenly spoke.

Song Yufei's eyes lit up and nodded secretly.

Another group of Jindan period disciples came to the stage to compete, and the Taiping Master called Song Yufei to his side, and said slowly, "Fang Xinghai should be Wu Linggen, as long as you leave the fog, he will not be able to help you. However, I have a word to remind you. , don't act too much." Speaking of this, he raised his eyes and glanced at the elder Taishang.

The elder Taishang is holding a handkerchief right now, carefully wiping the blood between his fingers for his disciple. It is clear that only a dust removal formula can solve it, but he prefers to do it himself. To offend Fang Xinghai, and ultimately to offend the elders, the cultivation world is most afraid of beating the young and the old, and the old is the number one in the Haotian world, and no one can afford to offend him.

Song Yufei nodded obediently, but became more and more unconvinced in his heart. He originally thought that it was amazing that he had Xuanxian to protect him, but he thought that this Xuanxian could not even match the cultivators of the Mahayana period, it was really useless!

Well, it is better to rely on yourself than others. Sooner or later, he will make all the cultivators, including the Immortal Emperor and Immortal Venerable of the Immortal Realm, crawl under his feet.

"After the two fights, anyone with a little vision can see your spiritual roots, you have to be careful." Zong Yi burned another handkerchief and said softly while pinching his disciple's slender fingertips.

"Well. I still have many methods that I haven't used yet, Song Yufei can't help me." Zhou Yun Sheng's tone was light.

Zong Yi changed from kneading to clenching, inserting his disciple's fingers between his own and clasping them tightly.

Zhou Yun Sheng glared at him fiercely and glanced around. Fortunately, everyone was watching the fight, and the sleeves were wide enough to cover their hands, so no one noticed. Now he doesn't want to expose his relationship with Zong Yi.

After a few battles, Song Yufei rode the thunder light to the battle platform and looked at the main seat from a distance.

Zong Yi then let go of his disciple, patted him on the back and said, "Go, don't be playful, come back soon."

Zhou Yun Sheng agreed and jumped onto the high platform to bow to Song Yufei, "Please go first."

"Master, Uncle, please." Song Yufei bowed politely. When he looked up again, he was shrouded in a thick black mist.

here we go again! The disciples in the audience wailed in unison, and after a while, someone guessed, "It's all dense fog, could it be that my uncle is the root of the fog?" That's the waste spirit root in the single spirit root. I heard that it can only be cultivated to gold. In the Dan stage, but Senior Brother Song seems to be in the late stage of Jin Dan, and he is still the most powerful Lei Linggen.

Song Yufei stood in the mist, and his expression showed no signs of panic.