Chapter 377 Ancient Fighting Field, Fight Between Gods

Mountain in the early Yuan Dynasty.

Halfway up the mountain.

Streams of light were sent out and fell to the ground, in a daze and dimmed.

It was the white demon monk who was eliminated and wanted to refine the origin of the immortal sect.

Bai Zilang was eliminated within seconds.

His face was extremely ugly, his body was trembling as he stood there, and his face was constantly changing.

Just a few seconds...

He actually didn't even have the chance to hold him back before he was instantly killed by Fang Che...

After breaking through to the Nascent Soul, he was once an unparalleled genius on the list of geniuses, and he was the most proud disciple of the White Demon clan's generation.

How... was it suppressed so easily?

How can the gap be so big?

But the big gap is actually not what matters to Bai Zilang the most. What he cares about most is...

Fang Che asked him to show off his genius and fight with him, and he, Bai Zilang, showed it...

Then what?

Got caught in seconds!

It’s better not to show that special girl!

The courage I finally plucked up has resulted in a lifetime of shadow!

Fang Che basically said that he wanted to give him a good break, so that he could feel more pleasure when killing explosively.

"terrible……"

"Yes, that's Fang Che, the unparalleled genius of Blue Star's generation? It was just one move...I didn't even see his move clearly, and he was instantly killed!"

"His spiritual consciousness and physical strength are completely superior to us. We...cannot be his opponent at all!"

The moods of the many geniuses around who were swept away by Fang Che's halberd fluctuated violently at this moment.

Ao Bai had already appeared outside. He calmly looked at the other people who had been eliminated with his hands behind his back. He smiled faintly and shook his head.

Everyone underestimated Fang Che, including him, Ao Bai.

Ao Bai's eyes brightened: "It's a pity that I can no longer fight with you Fang Che in a personal battle..."

However, even if he had a battle with Fang Che, Ao Bai wouldn't be very happy even if he defeated Fang Che. After all, he should have defeated Fang Che, and being invincible... would be an exaggeration.

Fang Che and him were actually an era apart.

He is the second in the list of Yuanying Grandmasters, and he is the genius of the previous era.

Fang Che's peers' opponents are Cang Xingyu, Yu Huatian and other geniuses on the genius list.

Therefore, even if Ao Bai defeated Fang Che, there would be nothing to be proud of.

But on the contrary, if he loses, it will really blow up.

"Now...three teams have advanced to the finals. This final should be exciting."

Ao Bai put his hands behind his hands and couldn't help but look forward to it.

He slowly raised his head.

On the Yuanchu Mountain, the crack suddenly tore open, and endless light was projected.

It reflected the meeting of the three teams in the finals.

…

…

Bathed in a backdrop of blooming blood-colored flowers.

Like a truly domineering and unparalleled demon god.

Looking at Bai Zilang who was wiped out in less than ten seconds.

Fang Che let out a breath.

Extreme physical skills that are close to those of the Nine Heavens of Eight Desolate Gods and Demons...

Even if a talented monk like Bai Zilang breaks through and becomes Nascent Soul, it will be difficult to resist.

"At this moment, you look a bit like a genius."

"But not much."

Fang Che looked at the cleared interior of the formation without much expression on his face.

He raised his hand and made a move, and the origins of the sixth-level immortal sects of the six regiments suddenly floated into his hands, floating around him as if controlled by invisible power.

"The six immortal sects have gathered together. Congratulations on advancing to the finals."

When Fang Che looked at the origins of the six immortal gates, the entire illusion of the Holy Land at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty suddenly began to fall apart.

Everything around him disappeared. When Fang Che opened his eyes, he, Chi Chengkong and other teammates appeared in the illusion of a new Holy Land at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty.

Fang Che put away the six immortal gate sources without ceremony and glanced over.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Because, he found that the final venue for the Hundred Races' Prodigy Battle seemed...a little different.

It is a bit like the Colosseum. It is extremely vast and has a ring shape. The towering walls around it isolate the sky and the earth. On the surrounding squares, there are bluestone slabs, scattered in order, and spread into steps. The spectator seats are average.

However, there is not even a single figure in these spectator seats now.

It is full of a sense of desolation and dilapidation washed away by time.

However, just standing here, Fang Che's soul was vaguely shaking, as if in a very ancient era, this place had been prosperous and noisy, with countless monks fighting here, cheering with victory after victory.

"Here is..."

Chi Chengkong and others also had their hairs standing on end, and just standing here, beads of sweat continued to spread on their foreheads.

The pressure was too great. Just standing in this final venue felt like the pressure from heaven and earth was pressing down on them, making their legs tremble and sway uncontrollably.

"This... should be the Holy Land at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, where the top disciples once fought together."

Fang Che said.

He has experienced the ruins of Ten Thousand Dao Immortal City and knows that these ancient sects have these rules. The more perfect the sect ruins are, the easier it is to retain these things.

Boom!

Suddenly, the tranquility of the ancient fighting arena was torn apart again.

There was a stream of light falling down, shining on the bluestone. It was the second team to advance to the finals.

Fang Che looked over and saw four figures. Their powerful auras instantly intertwined in the fighting field, and waves of demonic energy rolled up wildly.

The leader was a burly man with purple hair hanging down his head. His eyes were dark and his skin was dark yellow, but it was completely different from the dark skin of the Cang and Mo surnames of the Demon Spirit Tribe.

As soon as it appeared, an extremely powerful and overbearing pressure came down like a mountain.

The air became thicker, almost making it difficult to breathe. Just a look from the other party was enough to suppress everything.

Chi Chengkong and others could hardly bear the pressure and seemed to sit down on the ground.

"Demon Spirit Clan... Luohou!"

"Topping the list of masters!"

Fang Che took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

Sure enough, Luo Hou led a team to advance to the finals.

Ao Bai, who was second on the grandmaster list, originally led a team. However, after Ao Bai failed to deal with Fang Che and eliminated Fang Che's team, other members of the Dragon Blood Tribe teamed up with Bai Zilang and chose to refine the origin of the Immortal Sect. He wanted to use despicable means to eliminate Fang Che.

Therefore, he lost a battle between the second in the Grandmaster Ranking and the No. 1 in the Grandmaster Ranking.

Luo Hou also saw Fang Che, his face did not change much, and his eyes remained dark and unwavering.

Cang Xingyu followed Luo Hou. To everyone's surprise, Cang Xingyu actually followed Luo Hou. This was somewhat beyond Fang Che's judgment.

Reminiscent of Cang Xingyu, a proud man on the ladder at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, who actually chose to follow the team instead of leading it himself.

But when he thought that the captain of his team was Luo Hou, he felt that it was excusable.

boom! ! !

Just as the two teams clashed with each other in great momentum.

The third stream of light shot out and fell down.

This means that the third team has also arrived!

The light dissipated, and endless sword energy suddenly burst out.

Yu Tai's white blond hair was flying, the wings on his back were spread out one by one, and his face swept across the faces of Fang Che and Luo Hou with a smile.

In Yu Taibai's eyes, there was only Luo Hou.

The third team...

The leader of the team turned out to be Yu Taibai, who ranked third on the Yuanying Grandmaster List!

The ancient fighting arena in the Holy Land at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty.

In an instant, three competing spirits swept across, the vibrations distorted the air, making people's hearts and blood flow violently.

Chi Chengkong, Quanzhen, Yunfei and Su Can...

Only four people with Jindan cultivation were under this fighting spirit.

Like a quail, he was pushed to the edge of the fighting arena.

Chi Chengkong's eyes were full of shock, but he looked expectantly at the three figures that were so sharp that they almost tore apart the sky.

"In this team battle, I may have nothing to wait for..."

"We just need to wash our eyes."

"Watch a show..."

"The gods are fighting..."