Chapter 2018: Demonic Cultivation Technique?

In Wangxingfeng Square, as the names on the sky changed, the noise became louder and louder.

Especially that Lingyun Pavilion disciple named Chu Yan, in less than half an hour, his ranking went from seventy-seventh to fifty-second place.

Such a fast rate of improvement naturally attracted the attention of the major powers.

"Hmph! It's that Chu Yan again!"

"It is said that this child's great luck, luck is against the sky, and his cultivation level is only at the peak of the quasi-emperor rank. I am afraid that in the ghost abyss, he encountered two waves of beasts attacking each other. The dead and injured monsters are just picked up. Great deal!"

"Hahaha, luck is of course important in this ranking battle of the Emperor Ranking, but if it lasts for a month, no matter how lucky you are, if you don't have the strength, you may fall out of the top 100 in less than ten days!"

"That's right, with a quasi-emperor level cultivation, you haven't even broken through the Martial Emperor Realm, and you don't even have the qualification to enter the Thousand Ranks!"

"..."

All kinds of discussions resounded through the square, reaching the ears of the Eighth Elder and other big bosses of the human race, but their faces were full of gloomy expressions.

However, in this square, the top 100 top powers of the Outland Continent gathered, and the human race here, even their little fingers, couldn't match it.

Therefore, although the Eighth Elder and the others looked angry, they dared not speak out.

In addition, they all know that Chu Yan practiced and grew up all the way, almost in a life-and-death crisis, and offended many people. These people always want to kill Chu Yan.

Because, the eighth elders and the others didn't want to cause more hatred because of their disputes with others, but in the end it fell on Chu Yan in Guiyuan.

After all, Chu Yan is now the hope of the human race. Anything that is not good for Chu Yan, even if it is to endure humiliation, the Eighth Elder and the others will never do it.

"I hope Chu Yan can break into the top 100 of the emperor list!"

The Eighth Elder and others clenched their fists and looked at Chu Yan, who was ranked fifty-two on the sky, shouting in their hearts.

Soon, another two hours passed...

In a mountain range in Guiyuan, the devilish energy around Chu Yan was billowing, forming a huge vortex, entrenched above Chu Yan's head.

The devilish energy like a tide was sucked by the vortex and poured into the body of the Holy Rakshasa himself.

And Chu Yan, holding the Haotian sword, breathed heavily, and kept adjusting his breath, but his eyes were looking deeper into the mountains.

At this time, at his feet, piles of monster corpses had piled up like a mountain, no less than a hundred.

These monsters were all attracted by the devilish vortex created by the holy Rakshasa himself, but they were not very strong, and some of them were even below the level of the demon emperor.

After beheading, the points are only a few points, and very few have fifty points.

Therefore, after killing for nearly half an hour, this bunch of monsters only improved Chu Yan by less than 2,000 points, which is really slow.

Later, seeing the surrounding light getting darker and darker, and the demonic energy getting stronger and stronger, Chu Yan knew that night was coming.

I found a cave, leaving Sheng Luocha and Jiuming to guard the entrance of the cave. Chu Yan was in the cave and began to recover and adjust his breath.

After one night, when Chu Yan and Chu Yan stepped on the monster corpses all over the ground and appeared at the entrance of the cave, his ranking on the emperor list dropped to more than eighty.

"These guys,

Really hard enough! "Chu Yan shook his head, moved away, and set off again.

As time passed, ten days passed quickly in the second round of the Emperor Ranking War.

On the top of Wangxing Peak, the ranking of Tianmu Emperor Ranking is changing almost every breath of time.

The first place is still Long Aotian!

His position, from the beginning of the war to the present, has hardly been shaken by anyone, and he has always maintained the number one position.

However, the second and third places, Wu Tianlin and Gong Yeluo's rankings, began to compete fiercely.

Wu Tianlin was still in second place just now, but in less than half an hour, he will be replaced by Gong Zhiluo, but it won't last long, and it will change again.

No matter how it changes, the second and third are bouncing back and forth between these two people.

Such a situation immediately made everyone's eyes focus on the names of Wu Tianlin and Gong Yeluo, waiting nervously for the two to decide the final victory.

However, some people turned their attention to another name.

These people are all the bigwigs of the Yuwen family, but their eyes are looking at them with ashen faces...

Ranked thirty-ninth, Lingyun Pavilion Chu Yan!

Ten days ago, Yu Wenjing once said that Chu Yan would fall out of the top 100 emperor list in a few days at most.

But now, ten days have passed, but Chu Yan's ranking, not only did not fall out of the top 100 emperor list, but also rose from more than 80, counterattacking all the way, to 39th.

Yu Wenjing only felt an inexplicable hot feeling on her face.

Beside him, Yu Wenhong, the patriarch of the Yuwen family, with a face that was black as a pan, eyes full of bloodshot eyes, was staring straight at Yu Wenxiong, who was ranked 98th on the sky!

Seeing that, it won't be long before Yu Wenxiong will fall out of the top 100 emperor list!

Chu Yan's ranking on the emperor list counterattacked, and Yu Wenxiong's ranking kept falling, making Yu Wenhong's chest position seem to be holding a volcano, which was about to erupt in an instant.

"Ten days! Ten days! The first family member, didn't you say that Chu Yan is going to get out of the top 100 in the emperor list!? Why is it that Xiong'er is about to fall out of the top 100 now!"

Finally, Yu Wenhong, whose face was suffocated into a pig's liver, couldn't help it again, turned his head suddenly, and roared at the first old Yu Wenjing.

"Ah...this! This...!"

Yu Wenjing, who was trembling with fright at the sudden shout, suddenly turned pale, unable to answer a word for a long time.

"I asked you to give Xiong'er the eight-rank golden pill for self-defense, didn't you give it to him!?"

Seeing that Yu Wenjing did not answer, Patriarch Yuwen became even more angry, and roared again.

"Yes! Yes! Patriarch, how dare I be careless about this matter, I handed it to the young Patriarch!" Yu Wenjing hurriedly explained with sweat dripping down her face.

"That's strange. An eight-turn golden pill, even if it's an injury with severed meridians, should be able to recover in ten days. Why is Xiong'er's ranking still declining? On the contrary, that Chu Yan's ranking has been going down. Ascension!?"

"Why is this!?" The more Patriarch Yuwen thought about it, the more irritable he became, and he sprayed the elder's face again, and the roar resounded throughout the square.

Such a scene immediately attracted the attention of other major forces in all directions.

"Maybe......"

Yu Wenjing looked at the enraged Patriarch Yuwen, her hands and feet were icy cold, and she replied in a trembling voice

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he only said two words, and Patriarch Yuwen glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

"What!? Maybe....!?"

"Oh! No... No... Not maybe, according to the investigation, that Chu Yan, he is a practitioner of the magic way, and it is said that he has also practiced the magic phenomenon, and has the body of a magic elephant called Rakshasa!"

As soon as the words landed, all the bosses in the audience were startled.

Magic work! ?

The body of a golem! ?

It seems so, someone has seen Chu Yan's magic power vision a long time ago.

In this way, Chu Yan of the human race, relying on his magic skills, took advantage of the huge advantage in this land of ghosts.

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