1351: C1351 The Gathering of Geniuses

C1351 The Gathering of Geniuses

"Since that's the case, as long as you leave immediately, I will not pursue you and kill my genius."

The Demon God pondered for a moment before speaking as though he was compromising.

However, it was actually driving Yang Fann away, leaving him far away from the territory that belonged to the Heavenly Demon Stream.

"I can choose not to attack the Celestial Demon Stream, but I want to set up an arena in the Celestial Demon Stream and challenge all the geniuses of the Divine Land. If there is a genius of the demon race in the Celestial Demon Stream who wants to fight, I will also accept it. What do you think?"

Yang Fann thought for a moment, but he did not casually agree. Instead, he asked.

His words were hard to understand, and it was hard to tell what Yang Fann wanted.

However, there was one thing that could be confirmed. As long as the Heavenly Demon Stream didn't attack Yang Fann, Yang Fann wouldn't attack the demons of the Heavenly Demon Stream.

This was Yang Fann's bottom line. If he really wanted to challenge the seven pavilions of the two Devil Sects one by one, it would take a long time.

The best way was to occupy a place and set up an arena to fight the so-called geniuses of the Divine Land.

And this Demon God only made Yang Fann feel a slight pressure.

He, Yang Fann, could not possibly shrink back just because of this faint trace of pressure.

That was not Yang Fann's style.

"But."

The Demon God Statue suddenly thought of something and agreed immediately.

This made Yang Fann very surprised, but since he had achieved his goal, there was no need to investigate further.

"If that's the case, I will set up the arena here. Within ten days, any genius from the Divine Land can challenge me."

After saying that, the thunder rumbled in the sky, and a heavy rain began to pour down.

It was as if they were witnessing history, but also as if they were cleansing it.

...

In the Divine Land, in the side hall of the Dao God Palace.

"The Fey God has appeared. Order Chen Kun to rush to the Celestial Demon Stream."

The sound of thunder resounded, waking up a middle-aged man in a green robe.

Then, he clenched his right hand and pointed it at the shadow.

In the blink of an eye, a man walked out from the corner and knelt down on one knee. On the ground.

Then, he disappeared from the hall.

...

Divine Land, Heavenly Mysteries Pavilion.

A white-haired old man walked up to the Star Picking Platform step by step.

Although it was raining heavily outside, it did not affect the old man's view of the Celestial Demon Stream.

"The Divine Land is going to change."

"Pass on my order. Tianji Zi will lead the team and rush to the Celestial Demon Stream."

The old man flipped his right hand and a palm-sized mirror appeared in his hand.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

...

Fu Tu Temple, Da Xiong Palace.

The abbot who didn't ask about the affairs of the world opened his tightly shut eyes.

His eagle-like sharp eyes swept across the Mahavira Hall.

"The Heavenly Demon Stream has undergone a great change. The Arhat is to lead the way to the Heavenly Demon Stream. No mistakes must be made."

The abbot spoke with a hoarse voice, but the monk who was in the middle of practicing the Dharma seemed to be unable to see it.

...

On this day, the Divine Lands were in chaos. More than ten Chosen from the Seven Pathels of the two Devil Sects moved out together.

It was impossible to see or touch the destiny, but it actually existed.

As they headed towards the Celestial Demon Stream, the entire Divine Land was in chaos.

On this day, all the geniuses appeared. On this day, the clouds in all directions moved.

This day was jokingly called "The eve of the Great Calamity of the Divine Lands.

In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.

In front of the Heavenly Demon Stream, a arena that was several dozen feet tall had already been built. All the members of the Fey race had long since retreated into the Heavenly Demon Stream.

There was no one around. Yang Fann held his breath and sat down cross-legged.

After an unknown period of time, a feeling that shook the earth and shook the mountains came over.

Yang Fann slowly opened his tightly shut eyes and looked around.

When he entered his eyes, a man who looked like an iron tower came into view.

In the surroundings, besides the eldest senior brother they were talking about, all the people from the three devil sects and seven pavilions had arrived.

The shaking of the earth just now was caused by the arrival of Zhan Kuang, the eldest senior brother of the Battle Pavilion.

Zhan Kuang was also the first to arrive, a peak Life Palace existence.

"Kid, are you the one who shamelessly challenged all the geniuses of my Divine Land?"

"You're only at the peak of the stargate. I'm afraid you won't be killed by a single finger of mine."

Zhan Kuang's iron tower-like body. He looked at Yang Fann with a ferocious smile.

At the same time, it was as if he was looking at a dead man.

The disciples of the Combat Pavilion were laughing out wildly, not giving Yang Fann any face.

"We will only know who will win and who will lose after the battle."

Yang Fann stood up, his body was trembling as he stood in the void.

He looked at Zhan Kuang with disdain.

Yang Fann's actions had completely infuriated Zhan Kuang.

In Zhan Kuang's eyes, Yang Fann, who was at the peak of the star door, was just a slightly stronger ant.

However, an ant still dared to mock him. He was afraid that the ant was tired of living.

"Kid, you have successfully infuriated me."

Zhan Kuang jumped onto the arena, his veins bulging as he spoke.

He stared fiercely at Yang Fann, as if he was going to devour him.

Yang Fann would never put such an idiot who was angered by just a few words into his heart.

There was no other reason. This kind of idiot who did not have a brain would die in the hands of others sooner or later.

Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

Zhan Kuang raised his head to the sky and roared. His palms continuously slapped his chest. His peak Life Palace cultivation had undoubtedly been exposed.

As he shouted, His entire body was petrified as he added a layer of armor to himself.

After that, he charged at Yang Fann.

"A world of ice and snow."

Yang Fann casually waved his hand, causing his speed to slow down.

"Immense battle intent."

Zhan Kuang did not want to be outdone. He cast a supplementary spell and immediately sped up his fight with Yang Fann.

However, Yang Fann didn't want to fight with Zhan Kuang. He used the ice and snow to slow down his speed. The rest of his moves kept wearing down Zhan Kuang.

However, as the future master of the Combat Pavilion, Zhan Kuang still had a few treasures in his hands.

Yang Fann didn't give Zhan Kuang the chance to use his treasure. He wanted to grab hold of Zhan Kuang's weakness.

He formed a seal with his hand and struck the target.

Ah!

Suddenly, Zhan Kuang let out a shrill cry, and it resounded throughout the Heavenly Demon Stream.

It caused everyone and the beast to shudder uncontrollably.

Following this, Zhan Kuang was sent flying backward, crashing into several mountain ranges in a row, before he completely lost consciousness.

When the people of the Battle Pavilion saw this, they immediately chased after Zhan Kuang to save him.

The rest of them were shocked. They had never thought that Yang Fann would be able to get rid of Zhan Kuang so easily.

......

Late at night, in the nameless mountain range.

A cool breeze blew past, causing leaves to fall from the ground.2

Crack!

A strange sound rang out, and a strange purple flame ignited.

The figures of the three entered the purple flame.

The purple flame was swaying in the wind, and the figures of the three people were also swaying in the wind.

Ding Qing looked at the three people.

One of them was thin and wore light green clothes. His clothes were embroidered with golden clouds.

The other person wore purple and gold clothes, and his face was extremely devilish. At a glance, it almost caused one to sink into oblivion.

The last person wore a monk's robe and a prayer bead that was half the height of a person hung in front of him. His large bald head seemed to be illuminating the night.

If any of the disciples from the Seven Pavilion of the Three Devil Sects were here, they would be able to clearly recognize the three of them.

There was no other reason, but because the three of them were too famous, and each of them was a disciple of the Seven pavilions of the Three Devil Sects.

The pale-robed youth, Chen Kun of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets. The violet-gold robed Mo Luo of the Demon Heavenly Palace, and the monk robe was the Buddha of the Buddha Temple, Gu Feng.

"Amitabha. Almsgiver Chen Kun, why did you call me here in the middle of the night? I believe that Mo Luo..."

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