Chapter 367 Tragic

As the forces were called one by one, the energetic cultivators stepped onto their respective platforms, including the Lu family.

At this time, on a high platform, Lu Ya stood at the front of the Lu team. On his left was another challenging force, led by an old woman with white hair and a youthful face, whose cultivation level was barely in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

On the right was the Zhang family, whose odds were currently as low as 1:1. The leader of the Zhang family had powerful magic power and had reached the level of the late Golden Core.

That was not all. Behind him, there was another cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core, and more than five cultivators in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment.

Two Golden Cores and more than five cultivators in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment, for a battle for a third-level spiritual land, this configuration was far above the average level. No wonder the odds given by various bookmakers were infinitely close to 1:1.

The remaining three forces were quite standard, and there was no such luxurious configuration as two Golden Core cultivators.

Opposite the six teams was the current owner of the third-level spiritual land, the Wu family, which had declined in recent years.

At this moment, the Wu family looked at the six teams opposite. If eyes could kill, I'm afraid that everyone, including Lu Ya, would not be able to escape.

Lu Ya looked around and was thinking in his heart.

Among the current six teams, the strongest one was the Zhang family on their right, with a complete lineup and strong strength.

On the other hand, the other forces basically had one Jindan, two to three late foundation building, and the rest of the middle foundation building. If they really faced each other, the Lu family would not be without any resistance.

While the Lu family was observing their opponents, Cang Yuanzi, the deputy head of Xuanyuan Sect, had already called out the names of the seven third-level spiritual lands in order, and gave battle instructions with the elders of Xuanyuan Sect as referees.

"The battle for the third-level spiritual land is divided into three matches, one for the Golden Core and two for the Foundation Building. The party that wins two matches will advance to the next round. For the first round of the Foundation Building, please invite the members of all forces to come on stage!"

There are seven high platforms, and a total of fourteen Foundation Building monks slowly walked into the field. With the steps of these monks, a thin protective shield gradually rose on the edge of the high platform, covering the high platform.

And the first of these fourteen forces are all monks in the late Foundation Building stage, and even three of them are monks in the Fake Dan realm.

Everyone's face is full of solemnity, and the eyes looking at the opponent are bottomless cold and murderous.

"Begin!"

As the seven referees gave orders at the same time, the seven pairs of monks who were originally standing opposite each other instantly took action, the magic power was surging, the spiritual energy was boiling, and the light of various spells and magic tools was flying.

In just a short moment, the high platform was covered with colorful spiritual light.

The Lu family members watched intently. Anyone who could represent their own forces must be the best of their respective forces. Now these best are fighting desperately in front of them. This kind of precious experience is not something that can be seen casually.

The battle went on quickly, and a fake Dan cultivator was the first to end the battle.

The one fighting against him was a middle-aged cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. However, at this time, the middle-aged cultivator was lying on the broken and cold floor with a lot of blood spreading from his waist. He looked at his lower body several feet away, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

With the tragic death of this middle-aged cultivator, the battle of the remaining six groups suddenly increased by several levels, from the original competition of magic to the point of life and death.

Blood and screams continued, and in less than three minutes, the battles on the seven platforms were all over.

At this time, there were only five people still standing. The other two who won were seriously injured because of the opponent's dying counterattack. At this moment, they had to lie on the ground and were unable to get up.

The strong smell of blood lingered between the platforms, causing the other forces to gradually return to reality from the beautiful fantasy of seizing the spiritual land and developing rapidly.

The spiritual land is good, but before that, it can only be grasped at the cost of blood and life.

After a special person cleaned up the platform, the second round of battle started soon. With the tragic situation of the first round of battle in front, in the second round, the winners wanted to continue to maintain, and the losers tried their best to win and fight for their last chance.

Therefore, the second round of battle became more brutal and bloody.

A few minutes later, when the battle was over, most of the fourteen monks who participated in the battle were killed or injured, and only six monks were still alive.

After two rounds of battles, among the fourteen forces, only two forces won a complete victory, and even the Jindan monks did not appear, and they completed the promotion.

The remaining ten forces were now much more solemn.

As Cang Yuanzi spoke again, the Jindan monks at the front of the team began to line up and slowly walked into the field.

These pillars of white jade that supported their own forces had to leave the field at this moment in order to win a foundation for their own development.

Jindan monks fighting!

As these Jindan appeared, the audience inside and outside the field could not help but exclaimed with excitement.

The Jindan real people who were high above and almost untouchable in the past were now standing on the high platform like death gladiators, and were about to start a cruel battle of life and death in front of them.

Just thinking about it made many spectators' heartbeats accelerate and they couldn't help themselves.

As the protective shield rose, five groups of ten Jindan monks also started fighting.

Compared with the battles at the foundation-building level, the battles between Jindan cultivators were even more terrifying. Even the protective shield that the foundation-building cultivators could not shake just now began to tremble constantly under the aftermath of the battle between the Jindan cultivators, and it looked like it would break at any time.

Many of the audience in the inner field were excited, but also a little uneasy.

Soon, the battles between the five groups of Jindan came to an end.

Compared with the extremely high casualty rate between the foundation-building cultivators, there were no deaths among the Jindan cultivators.

After all, everyone present was an important figure in a force, and Jindan cultivators were not so easy to kill. Therefore, when they knew they were defeated, they would admit defeat in advance to avoid accidents.

"In the next round, the Wu family spiritual land, Jinsha spiritual land, and Zhanfeng spiritual land will fight."

Cang Yuanzi's voice sounded in the sky, and everyone in the Lu family took a deep breath and flew towards the platform according to the instructions.

When they reached the high platform, the Lu family members felt a little relieved. The one who fought against them was the Cao family, who was on the left of the Lu family.

The golden elixir of the Cao family was the old woman with white hair and a youthful face, and the only one worth noting in terms of foundation-building combat power was a female cultivator in the late stage of foundation-building who showed the charm of a mature woman in her glance, and the rest were cultivators in the middle stage of foundation-building.

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