253: C253 The Beginning of the Decisive Battle

C253 The Beginning of the Decisive Battle

"There is still one last match left in the Battle of King's Altar. The competition will be held in a chaotic manner. All cultivators who have the qualification to advance will be allowed to enter the arena, and the winner will be the king!"

On the high platform, Master Hui Bei announced the rules of the last match, and it caused an uproar in the crowd.

"Isn't it a one-on-one match? A chaotic battle of more than ten people, the meaning of targeting is too strong!"

"Hehe... The sixteen big sects are really good at this! None of the top ten are their disciples, so naturally they won't care about the life and death of these people."

"Now the situation has become a bit confusing. In a chaotic battle, it is not possible to win by being strong. Isn't this against the fairness?"

"Hmph! There is no such thing as fairness in the real world. Could it be that the main sect fights are also one-to-one duels?"

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While the crowd was discussing amongst themselves, super genius had already stood up one by one. These people had the belief of invincibility. Their eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and they didn't care about the rules that had been changed at the last minute.

"Brother Shen... that Gu Yuan is quite strange. Don't let your guard down."

Xu Zhou opened his eyes from his meditation. He had yet to recover from his serious injuries, and his face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Fortunately, his realm hadn't fallen under Shen Qingfeng's treatment.

If he could walk out of the shadow of this battle, his Dao heart would be purer and his cultivation base would be higher!

"Don't worry! In this world, the person who can kill me has not been born yet."

Shen Qingfeng calmly said. He did not stop, holding his sword, he slowly walked towards the grand formation in the valley.

"King..."

Chen Ning of Shu Mountain waved his sleeve and stepped on his sword. He flew into the formation.

"The Mao Mountain is the High Clarity Sect. Today, we will show everyone the prestige of the Mao Mountain!"

Ge Qing used the art of the Hidden Gates to change the sky and earth. He didn't make any moves, but in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the arena.

"Hehe... I didn't expect this to be a chaotic battle. If I kill all of them, won't I be able to become a King?"

Gu Yuan's lips curved into a cold smile. The Myriad Souls Sect needed a powerful battle to declare their existence. No matter who stood in front of him, they would all die!

More than ten super genius were standing in different positions. They were on guard against each other. The atmosphere in the valley had become extremely oppressive. A storm was coming, and even the hearts of the cultivators watching the battle were hanging. Who would be the first to suffer?

"Amitabha! Almsgiver Gu Yuan, using a ghost jar to raise the dead souls, this action will hurt the peace of the world. I advise you to turn back and face the consequences."

Shi Jie chanted the Buddha's name and walked towards Gu Yuan.

This small monk was extremely handsome. If it wasn't for a powerful cultivator, he would have already been dug out by Star Explorers in the secular world and disguised as a male and female superstar.

His dharma was extremely profound. With a single step, a golden lotus suddenly appeared out of nowhere and vanished. Although it didn't last for more than a second, it was still shocking enough.

"Lotus after step... There really is such a genius in this world... why didn't he come from a Shaolin sect?"

On the high platform, Master Hui Bei closed his eyes and began to recite the precepts. He had just committed a crime. Although Shaolin had a great reputation, strictly speaking, it was merely a branch of Buddhism, the Ancestral Court of the Zen Sect.

There were many people with profound cultivation in this world, and there were countless Blessed and Heavenly Lands. Why did he have to choose Shaolin just because he had an unpolished jade?

"Smelly monk, are you tired of living?"

Gu Yuan's facial expression didn't look good. There were more than ten people present, and he was the only one whose cultivation hadn't reached the Tribulation realm. Was this the same as picking a weak persimmon?

It couldn't be helped. The cultivation technique of Myriad Souls Sect didn't pay much attention to cultivation. Ever since the establishment of the sect, there were very few disciples who could cultivate to the Tribulation Stage. However, their combat strength was very strong, and they could often rely on the power of the dead spirits to defeat the strong.

Since they dared to look down on him, he must make them pay with their blood!1

"Amitabha! Looks like Almsgiver Gu's stubborn nature will not change. This poor monk can only enforce justice on behalf of the heavens today!"

Shi Jie released a clear shout. A hundred zhang golden light erupted from his back, condensing into an enormous Bright King Dharma Idol. Don't look at how handsome he was, when he moved his hands, he didn't show the slightest bit of mercy. He truly had the heart of a Bodhisattva, lightning methods!

"Hahaha... Good! It seems like after several decades, the world no longer knows what the name of Myriad Souls Sect represents!"

" Today, I will use you as my weapon and let you experience the true power of the Ghost Cultivation Pot! "

A black jar appeared in Gu Yuan's hand. It was surrounded by a thick death Qi, and the sound of ghosts crying resounded across the world.

He slammed the jar's mouth hard. Three figures appeared in the valley. Waves of chilly wind blew past, causing the surrounding temperature to drop significantly. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, covering the King's Altar, causing the place to fall into darkness.

At the same time, several figures moved. They walked towards Shen Qingfeng at the same time, and a powerful combat intent rose from their bodies.

Under the stimulation of the Qi field, the sword in Shen Qingfeng's hand automatically let out a clear ring.

The human word sword transformed into a dragon, and it was afraid of Xingfeng Ting.

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