Chapter 438 Newcomer to the God Realm: Bet

In just a moment, the blood-stained figure was repelled from the huge scroll in the sky and fell down. The god-level master regained consciousness in mid-air, with a look of fear and fear on his face, and then found that everyone below was looking at him. It was a little embarrassing to land in the area where he was originally. After all, he lost too quickly and was too embarrassing.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

After unfolding the huge scroll, hundreds of millions of miles long, with the passage of time, one after another, severely injured masters were repelled and fell, and even more and more masters were repelled, and some even showed their original shape, such as the masters of the Warcraft family. The bodies of monsters are even tens of thousands of miles long, and some rare alien creatures also show their original shape.

After all, some tricks are more powerful in their original form. Blood is floating in the air, red blood, purple blood, green blood... all kinds of blood are floating, and some of them are repelled and their bodies are torn apart before they condense.

As a god, as long as the deity's mind is not destroyed, he can live!

"Well, what's going on inside?"

"Scroll World, what's the situation inside?" Many god-level masters surrounded the excluded one and asked.

The blood on the expelled master had dissipated, but his face was a little pale, and his emotions had not yet calmed down. He frowned and looked around, but he didn't want to say more: "You will know when you go in."

Dongbo Snow Eagle also looked around, and those who survived were unwilling to say much, after all, they were surrounded by competitors.

Gradually, fewer and fewer people were excluded from high altitudes, only one occasionally!

"Wow." Another tall, silver-haired young man was repelled and fell from the scroll world. He immediately stabilized his figure and frowned.

"The first batch is over!" The envoy of the divine court on the high platform in the distance said coldly.

His voice echoed between heaven and earth.

The tall, silver-haired young man who was excluded last showed a smile, he was obviously the last one to come out.

"I remind you again that the ranking battle is based on your achievements in killing enemies. It is not the time you stay in the scroll world! Staying for a long time...doesn't help the ranking. For example, the first batch of the last ones out, In the first batch alone, they are ranked behind two hundred." The envoy of the divine court said coldly, "The next batch!"

The tall silver-haired young man was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red. He was so angry that he didn't dare to vent to the 'God Envoy', so he landed down immediately and didn't make a sound.

whoosh whoosh...

The majestic power of the envoy of the divine court once again enveloped a thousand god-level masters, each of them involuntarily shot up into the sky, like a stone falling into a lake, and sank into a huge scroll in the sky.

"In the first batch of one thousand, only three hundred and ninety-five survived?" Dong Bo Xueying kept watching and easily counted them. "Where are the remaining six hundred and five god-level masters? They all died inside." ?”

"This is the first round of the Battle of Fucheng."

Dongbo Snow Eagle shook his head secretly, the death rate was too high.

"ah!"

The shrill and miserable screams echoed in the sky, blood scattered in the sky, a shattered body was pushed out, and it began to condense in mid-air, condensing into a thin young man in a gray robe, he looked around in a bit of embarrassment, and even landed and flew towards his body. Location.

The second batch of people who went in also began to be rejected again.

A series of seriously injured figures were repelled.

"Boom~~" A huge double-headed monster appeared in midair, and then quickly condensed into a human form and landed.

...

Most of those who were excluded were seriously injured. Obviously, everyone would not give up easily until the last moment. They all had their own pride in being able to pass the star field preselection.

Batch after batch...

In the blink of an eye, ten batches have been entered, and the sixteen god-level masters from Wushan Starfield have not been selected.

"The tenth batch is over, and there are now 10,000 god-level masters." The emissary of the divine court on the high platform above glanced down, his eyes were cold, "Overestimating one's abilities! Too much overestimating one's abilities, already feeling the danger and starting to get hurt, But you still have to persist and want to kill more enemies. But the enemy's strength may suddenly exceed your tolerance, and you will even be unable to admit defeat, and you will be killed in the end! Alright, the next batch."

Wow.

The eleventh batch was shrouded and dragged to fly high into the sky.

"Huh?" Dong Bo Xueying immediately discovered that the ones who were pulled in this time were from his own Wushan Starfield, but only seven people were pulled in from the Wushan Starfield, including the extremely malevolent red-haired man.

Gradually, one by one began to be eliminated.

The red-haired man was also excluded. He was seriously injured, but he recovered immediately in mid-air.

After he landed, he looked up coldly, staring indifferently at the huge scroll in the sky, and at the other masters who were excluded one by one.

finally--

It was the turn of the twelfth batch, and the envoys of the divine court on the high platform looked down and swept across the Wushan Starfield. As the host of the Battle of Fucheng, he naturally has a lot of information, and he knows which of the god-level masters participating in the battle in Anhai Prefecture are dazzling enough, and which ones have great backgrounds. He will also scatter these in batches so that he can observe them more closely.

"call."

An invisible force enveloped it.

"Me?" Dong Bo Snow Eagle immediately felt being engulfed by an invisible force, and then instantly flew into the sky at high speed, flying towards the huge scroll above. Looking up, he saw that the huge scroll was getting closer and closer.

puff.

Together with many other god-level masters, they all collided with the scroll. Before the collision, Dong Bo Snow Eagle also discovered that the one who flew to the scroll with him this time was His Highness the Seventh Meiyu whom he was quite familiar with.

*****

"Brother Moxue, your daughter has entered." Mansion Master Anhai also looked at the scroll, his eyes easily passed through the barriers of the scroll world, saw the interior, saw the situation of a thousand god-level masters, and naturally found the first scroll. Seven plum rains.

"Brother Long, just take a look, how about my little daughter?" Lord Moxue touched his snow-white beard, quite proudly, his eyes also passed through the barrier of the scroll world to see the inside, watching all the movements.

"This group is interesting." The yellow-robed woman Du Ying Jieshen who was sitting below laughed coquettishly, "There is the daughter of Lord Moxue, there is the inner disciple 'Buying' of the 'Mighty Primordial Fang', and Baisha The little guy named Dongbo that my brother valued, let's take a bet, who do you think will be stronger in this group?"

"Dong Bo!" City Lord Baisha stroked his raised beard and scanned the surroundings.

"His Royal Highness the Seventh Meiyu." The Silver Armored Qin Junzhu said casually while holding a wine glass.

"Then I'll bet on this guy called 'Buying'. He can rise from the insignificant, and can be accepted as an inner disciple by Da Neng. His understanding is not low at all." The handsome Mo Yun also said.

The woman in the yellow robe shouted: "Brother Rong Hai, how about you?"

King Rong Hai laughed: "It's definitely right to follow brother Mo Yun, I also choose this funeral. Sister Duying, you haven't chosen yet!"

"As a woman, of course I choose His Royal Highness the Seventh Meiyu." The woman in yellow robe said.

"I'll take a gamble too. I'll choose my daughter." The Lord Moxue above laughed, "If I lose, each of you will get a pot of 'Bamboo Flame Snow Syrup'."

"Since that's the case, I'll take a bet, and I'll bet on Bui, I know the strength of this little guy, he's pretty good." Palace Master Anhai said, "If I lose, I'll win every one of the 'Anhai Lingzhu'. "

"Bamboo Flame Snow Syrup... Unique to the Moxue Empire, Anhai Lingzhu, even though this junior is the host, I can't help it anymore. I'm betting on it too." The envoy of the imperial court also laughed.

Immediately, the yellow-robed woman Duying Jieshen said: "There are eight people in total, four bet on the funeral, and three bet on His Royal Highness the Seventh Meiyu... Oh! Brother Baisha, only you can choose your brother Dongbo."

The Lord of Baisha stared: "The palace master and the country master have already put out their bets, how about you? Quickly put them all out!"

He shouted arrogantly, but City Lord Baisha was secretly anxious: "Brother Dong Bo, you must live up to your expectations."

Because he said he was optimistic about Dong Bo a long time ago, even if he really gambled, he had to side with Dong Bo Xue Ying for the sake of face!

But deep down...

Although City Lord Baisha believed that Dongbo Xueying was expected to be in the top 100, he actually had no confidence compared to His Royal Highness Zang Yu and Seventh Meiyu. Because the funeral is taught by a powerful person to practice, and the seventh Meiyu has her father to teach her practice. Although King Moxue's realm is inferior to the mighty one's, he will definitely give more help to his daughter.

But even if you don't have confidence, you have to hold on for the sake of face!

City Lord Baisha looked up at the sky. The envoys of the divine court did not stop the few spectators on the platform. City Lord Baisha looked through the scroll world and saw a remote place inside. Dong Bo Snow Eagle was standing On a stretch of sand.

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