Chapter 614: Loneliness Will Always Exist Here

Under the premise of extremely high fault tolerance, the foreign genius who was still wandering around was suddenly filled with indignation.

They all entered the ring with shouts, hoping to suppress the ten-crown champion, a human being who was so outspoken, and let him know what it means to truly know that there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

It doesn't matter if you can't defeat them alone, there are so many of them, even if you rely on the human sea tactics, they will still consume the opponent here.

It’s not like he’s going to die anyway, so just let it hurt.

After all, if it's your turn to be lucky enough to suppress it, it can be considered a credit, and a reward is indispensable.

But soon.

It's just a cup of tea.

The foreign geniuses who rushed in were forcibly teleported out one by one, wailing, and fell from the air like dumplings.

All of them were in a state of disarray, falling and chewing mud, and their already torn bodies were even more shaky.

It takes a certain amount of time to repair the injury, and it is not completed in an instant. Depending on the severity, it can take up to about half an hour.

This is what Jiang Huai did deliberately.

Although this group of foreign geniuses cannot be completely killed, they must not be allowed to play a game of beating monsters and causing the fourth natural disaster.

But pain must be experienced.

Otherwise, it's not shocking, and the experience value increases very little.

…

Outside the ring, on the foreign land that seemed to be crawling with flesh and blood, looking around, there were endless wails and roars.

The injuries on the weaker ones didn't seem that serious. At most, their chests were collapsed and their legs and feet were broken.

Because he was punched out as soon as he entered, he lost all his fighting power and was not even qualified to receive a second punch. Therefore, there could be no serious injuries, unless it was too bad and he was shattered by one punch.

As for the strong ones, those who are about the same as Moko or slightly better than Moco seem to be relatively more miserable.

His body was covered in blood, and his body was covered with holes the size of a bowl. Plasma spurted out from the blood holes, and the blood was like a column.

Some even had only one head left, rolling on the ground.

Under the high pressure without the danger of death, this group of foreign prodigies who were originally bloodthirsty and determined to kill naturally let go of their hands and feet, wanting to kill the Ten Crown Champions.

But under the suppression of absolute power, the so-called ruthlessness will only make them more miserable.

It should be noted that being ruthless requires hard power.

Pure ruthlessness cannot turn the tide of the war.

Furthermore.

In the competition, the ten-time champion thinks he can't lose to anyone.

After all, no one with a ruthless mind can cultivate the magical power of a real dragon!

Such a spiritual creature with a body that is unique in the world is favored by heaven and earth. When it was a baby, it could smash through the mountains blocking the road. Its body contained the power of heaven and earth. The completed true dragon holy body could even withstand the rolling thunder calamity.

Not to mention it is the weakest human race among all races. Even other powerful races are far from being able to compare.

Naturally, if you want to practice the magical powers of the True Dragon, the leader of the Ten Evils, especially the True Dragon Holy Body, you must endure the heart-wrenching pain of physical forging and tempering. People who have an unusually strong will are not allowed to get started.

"You're riding a horse, who's sitting on my head? I haven't washed my butt in a few days... uh..."

Among the piles of broken arms and remains, there was a genius from a foreign land who was cursing and making his seven orifices bleed with anger.

The opponent was the unlucky guy with only one head left. He fell from the air to the ground and rolled to the side uncontrollably, being used as a seat.

Looking at a group of their own geniuses who entered and came out quickly, there was no obvious change in the expressions of a group of immortal kings who had lived for who knows how many years.

Each one of them seemed to be in a state of trance, with their eyes half-squinted, as if they were enigmatic, unable to look up, and indifferent.

I really don't care.

First of all, these old guys have been beaten by others, and it doesn't seem to be a big deal if the younger generation is pushed around.

Secondly, and most importantly, the real freak in his domain has not yet made a move, and is still waiting and watching to gain insight into the weaknesses and shooting habits of this madman's disciple.

Although the opponent looks extremely brave, with the aura of a tiger that can swallow up thousands of miles, and win every battle with a devastating attitude, but once the real freak in his domain ends up, it will definitely be reversed.

If a group of people who inquire about the enemy's situation lose, they lose. They can't die anyway. Even if they are all completely suppressed, it doesn't really matter.

"If the so-called genius in Eryu has this kind of virtue, then I will be really disappointed!"

On the vast ancient arena, the Ten-Crown King had his hands behind his back, his eyes were like an eagle, exuding a cold light, he looked out with eager eyes, and shouted provocatively.

Not only can people outside see the scene inside, but he can also see the scene outside.

"You passed!"

A scolding sound that exuded a biting coldness and contained no trace of emotion suddenly sounded.

As this voice fell.

Among the bustling crowd, the originally chaotic footsteps and discussions suddenly fell silent.

It seems as if there is an invisible force quietly guiding the actions of the younger generation in a foreign land.

The crowd dispersed to both sides, like a trickle flowing around the boulders, forming a wide corridor.

The next moment, a young man wearing black armor slowly walked out.

Such a leisurely stroll!

Close.

The figure's appearance was finally revealed.

The single horn on the top of the head shone with brilliant light, enveloping the entire horn. The top of the horn glowed coldly and gloomily, seeming to be condensed with endless power.

As for the black armor, it is inlaid with black gems that are three points darker than the treasure armor.

But even so, it still shone brightly, rippling with a special halo.

As the man's steps swayed gently, the gems collided with the armor plates, making a dull sound.

It was not disordered, but more like it fit in with the avenue, a very special way or magical power.

The man had a handsome face, a kind of unruly meaning, and even a kind of self-centered posture.

As the unicorn man walked out of the crowd.

All around, everyone looked at the slightly thin figure involuntarily, their eyes full of fear.

"It's Lanshan!"

Someone exclaimed in a voice like a mosquito's whistle, with a horrified look on his face, and recognized the man's identity at the first time.

These two words seemed to have some unimaginable power, causing many foreign geniuses to take a breath.

"Lanshan, the former leader of the younger generation, and now the eldest disciple of the ancient ancestor He Wushuang, I didn't expect him to come here."

"Once this guy takes action, it will be better for that arrogant guy..."

A group of people whispered.

Those immortal kings who were hanging high in the vast universe, like dry stones, as if they had been like this for eternity, finally showed some changes and looked in a certain direction.

There.

A vast group of light sat cross-legged, surrounded by stars, with chaotic aura flowing, bursting with incomparable divine light, illuminating a corner of the dark universe like daylight.

He Wushuang.

The leader of the younger generation in the foreign land in the past, and the only disciple of Master Kundi, achieved the immortal king realm in less than a million years.

Although he is a junior, his strength is not weaker than these old guys.

Feeling the concerned eyes of many immortal kings, He Wushuang slowly opened his eyes. In an instant, his eyes were bright, as if they could pierce the edge of this desolate universe. After nodding to the group of immortal kings, he closed his eyes again.

...

"Who are you?"

The Ten-time Champion put his hands behind his back, his bloodstained robe fluttering in the wind, and looked at Lanshan who was slowly stepping into the ring, and spoke with interest.

He felt the long-lost pressure from the other party, although it was very small, only a tiny bit.

But it was enough to show that the other party was definitely not comparable to those drunkards before.

He also heard the discussion of the group of foreign geniuses.

"You, you are not qualified to know."

Lanshan's face was indifferent, and he looked at the Ten-time Champion as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Forget it, I am not interested in knowing the origin of a defeated general."

The Ten-time Champion still had a smile on his lips, looking at Lanshan, he could not see any anger, but the thin smile hanging on the corner of his mouth became colder.

"Swish..."

If you don't agree, you can't say more.

It was like a sharp blade rushing into the sky.

The Ten-time Champion moved directly.

He was wantonly flamboyant, with messy hair flying, extremely powerful, and rushed forward with a fist seal, like a real dragon in the world.

When the fist was swung, the void was torn apart, and an unimaginable momentum was gathering, oppressing and shaking everything, domineering and unparalleled, no longer hiding anything, more violent than before.

Lanshan narrowed his narrow eyes, and a bit of man-eating ferocity appeared in his fierce eyes, and there was even more condescending disdain.

At the moment when the Ten-Champion made a move, it had already reacted, and also clenched its fist, gathering momentum, like a lightning bolt that cut through the sky, with endless might and power, and fiercely collided with the Ten-Champion's fist.

"Boom!!!"

At that moment, it seemed as if the entire ring was trembling, and the air was filled with strong energy fluctuations, which made people look sideways.

However, at the moment of the fight, Lanshan's face changed instantly, and his body retreated a hundred steps uncontrollably.

On the other hand, the Ten-time Champion stood there quietly, as if he was a rock, and allowed the energy fluctuations to rage around him.

"This..."

Outside the ring, everyone was stunned, shocked and horrified. They had never dreamed that this would be the result.

The eldest disciple of King He, a well-known freak genius in the foreign land, was extremely powerful and a nightmare for many young people. Now he was beaten back hundreds of steps by the opponent's punch, and he couldn't even control his body.

Although he didn't lose directly.

But, this was almost the same as losing directly.

He had to resist a punch, not to mention that the opponent had finished warming up and was completely full of strength.

The universe was desolate and the sea of ​​stars was silent.

A group of immortal kings finally showed a strange look on their faces.

They naturally knew Lanshan's strength.

Among the young generation in the foreign land, he was enough to rank in the top six.

On the contrary, He Wushuang had a calm face, his eyes were closed, and he didn't know where to look.

…

…

"Yes, finally a worthy opponent has come. In the next duel, I will not be soft-hearted. I hope you can take my attack."

The eyes of the ten-time champion were like a deep cold pond, flashing with cold and sharp light, as if he could see through people's hearts and take it back from the retreating Arashiyama.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a trace of barely perceptible contempt, and said lightly.

The voice of the ten-time champion was full of confidence and domineering.

As the words fell, he slowly raised his arm again, and his bronze muscles, like those forged by thousands of hammers, tightened, ready to attack again.

"Hmph!"

Opposite him, Arashiyama snorted coldly, his face was uncertain, and he covered his left fist, which was aching slightly.

Although he looked indifferent, Lanshan's heart was already in turmoil.

Although he didn't use all his strength in that punch, he used 70% to 80% of his strength, which was enough to smash Xingchen with one punch. However, if he hadn't held back at the end, his entire arm would have exploded.

"You didn't use all your strength, and neither did I. Only one person can stand on this stage, and that can only be me!"

Lanshan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Strong resentment gathered in his gloomy eyes.

Then he took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state.

He was Lanshan, the eldest disciple of the ancient ancestor Crane King. He had practiced Taoism for hundreds of thousands of years. How could he lose?

Back then, the ancestors killed the group of ants in the nine heavens and ten earths and made them cry for their parents. The whole region was terrified.

As a gust of wind whistled by.

The attack of the Ten Crown King had already struck like thunder.

Lanshan roared and rushed forward.

The two figures intertwined in the air, emitting dazzling light, like two suns colliding with each other.

"Buzz!"

Lanshan was completely furious and fell into a state of madness. His body was like a huge wave swept by a strong wind. The horn on his head seemed to be alive, and it shot out dazzling lightning, cutting through the sky and killing the Ten-Crown King. The lightning contained endless violence and power, as if it was going to swallow the whole world, making it impossible to look directly at it.

"As expected of Lanshan, he is really strong!"

Some foreign geniuses pursed their lips and felt numb.

Although everyone was in the same group, there was competition between them.

Moreover, the competition was extremely fierce.

…

Liu Village.

Jiang Huai slowly retracted his gaze and did not continue to pay attention to the fight on the ring.

Lanshan's strength was indeed good and powerful, especially the horn on his head, which was surrounded by the power of the law and could be regarded as a natural killer, but facing the Ten-Crown King, it was a little worse.

Even if he practices step by step, the Ten-Champion has the potential to be a giant.

"Hmm?"

At this time, Jiang Huai raised his eyebrows, as if he had sensed something, and looked in a certain direction.

Then, without any sign.

His figure disappeared directly in the back mountain and came to the place within his sight.

Once he entered here, it was as if he had come to the edge of the universe, silent and dead.

In the distance, large patches of silver covered the sky, exuding a sense of snow, but that was not falling snow, but densely packed bones piled together, forming one after another unimaginable towering bone mountain.

Each bone was pale and dry, as if telling endless sorrow and despair. Under the erosion of long years, these broken bones had long lost their former vitality and vigor, leaving only a cold touch and dazzling white.

Looking around,

In the deepest part of the bone mountain, a huge spine stood there, its surface was covered with traces of time, uneven, but revealing a palpitating majesty.

That is the bone of the supreme immortal king.

It was forcibly removed from the body in the past and inserted here.

In addition to the endless drum mountain, there are also blood-colored lakes one after another, which are also connected to the sky and the earth, densely packed.

This is the deepest part of the immortal realm, where loneliness exists forever.