A Grade A secret place, a dense forest.

The preliminary round is not held in an arena, but in a huge secret realm.

There is only one rule, to be the last hundred people left. During this period, except for magic weapons, talismans and other foreign objects that transcend one's own realm, all means are allowed.

As soon as Gu Wen landed, he ran into an acquaintance.

A sword light soared not far away from him, and a dozen monks were sent out in an instant.

Xie Yunan was dressed in elegant clothes, surrounded by eighteen spiritual swords, standing in the sky, and said loudly:

"Xie Yunan, the successor of the Sword Sect, is here to wait for the heroes from all over the world."

After saying that, she stood proudly, with her tall figure, beautiful face, and peerless swordsmanship.

I don’t know how many young people were fascinated by it at one time.

Xie Yunan didn't care much. She only lived for the sword in her life. This was her way... huh?

Xie Yunan met Gu Wen's eyes, and then fell to the ground silently. Her figure was obscured by the tree canopy, and many geniuses of the younger generation regretfully looked away.

Some people began to fly away at high speed in her direction.

Xie Yunan landed, lowered her eyebrows and whispered softly: "Senior, what are you..."

"Let me take a look, you can do whatever you want."

"oh."

Xie Yunan turned around and flew away, and his voice called out to all the geniuses came from the distance.

This is how young people should be.

Gu Wen sighed, and then wandered around with a bamboo sword. After solving one or two people, no one came to trouble him again.

It didn't take long to see someone being beaten to death.

A middle-aged golden elixir monk was killed by a young foundation-building monk who crossed his rank and killed him. The two sides seemed to have had a long-standing grudge. The young man killed the middle-aged golden elixir monk's son and wife, and the young man accused the other party of condoning his son's bullying of men and women.

, killed his own sister.

Then a conflict broke out between the two, and Gu Wen, a monk in the Qi refining stage, was ignored.

When it comes to fighting, the emphasis is on highlighting the advantages. Monks who are good at fighting are often able to conquer the world with one move. Of course, there are all-rounders, but the more omnipotent they are, the harder it is to stand out, and they become mixed but not refined.

The young man had a wisp of real fire in his mouth, and spit it on the middle-aged Jin Dan's face at the critical moment. In an instant, the real fire dissolved his entire head.

This bit of real fire is the outstanding point, and it pierces the life gate of the middle-aged Jindan monk.

Looking at Wen's burning corpse, he thought to himself: monks often live for hundreds or thousands of years, but in fact very few of them can live long enough to die.

He stood aside and watched. The young man looked at him, frowned slightly, and said with a slightly distressed look, "Did you see it?"

Gu Wen nodded honestly: "I saw it."

"You'd better pretend you didn't see it, otherwise you'll have to weigh the consequences yourself."

The young man's body was surrounded by real fire, and his cultivation in the foundation-building stage was revealed. He was like an ant with wings, desperately inciting its elytra in an attempt to make Gu Wen lose his hair.

There are also tiger fangs, just like Akabako, they are so cute.

Gu Wen leaned over and took off a wisp of ashes, saying: "Your true fire is very special."

He had seen many real fires, and the Demon Saint Angri's was the most powerful, and already had a hint of transcendence. But compared to the one used by the young man, it was several times weaker.

This is obviously not an ordinary real fire.

There was murderous intent in the young man's eyes, and he threatened in a cold voice: "How did you know? You'd better not know."

Gu Wen originally just wanted to ask, but seeing how immature the child was, he couldn't help teasing him and said: "The old man in you told me that he and I are old friends. When it comes to seniority, you have to call me master."

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"Stop talking nonsense!"

The young man was furious, spitting out real fire, and a three-foot-long dragon swept over him.

Before the fire dragon could touch Gu Wen, an old and illusory hand stretched out from the young man's mouth and pulled the fire dragon back.

His huge figure caused the young man's face to be blackened, his hair to be singed, and wisps of black smoke drifting out of his mouth.

"Hey, I don't know if you are blessed with great luck or if you have bad luck and encounter trouble wherever you go."

An old voice came from the young man's mouth, and then his eyes seemed to have been taken away, and his eyes suddenly looked thousands of years older.

When I came to a so-called Heavenly Chosen Conference, I first met the Demon Saint and accidentally fell into the trap of the human-monster catastrophe. I originally thought that by solving this enemy, I would be able to avoid the catastrophe.

But then he turned around and encountered a more terrifying existence.

"This fellow Taoist...no, this holy venerable, do you have any instructions?"

He stared at the unremarkable man in front of him and immediately changed his title.

The cultivation level during the Qi training period is like a layer of clouds and mist, with no foundation at all.

Gu Wen shook his head and said, "Pindao was just watching and asked casually out of curiosity."

The unknown remnant soul replied: "This fire is called Samadhi True Fire. It comes from heaven. I wonder if I can leave it?"

Gu Wen said: "You can leave at any time without asking for my opinion."

"Thank you, Holy Lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man's figure disappeared from where he was.

"etc."

Gu Wen stretched out his hand to grab it, and the young man appeared again. The remaining soul controlling his body felt like it was facing a powerful enemy, but it did not dare to resist excessively.

"I wonder if the Holy Lord has any other instructions?"

"Does Heaven no longer exist?"

"It died hundreds of thousands of years ago."

"How did you die? Who are you?"

Remnant Soul fell silent, obviously unwilling to say more.

Upon seeing this, Gu Wen let go of the other person, and in the blink of an eye the boy disappeared again, faster than the last time.

It was so fast that he couldn't catch the opponent's aura, and there was no way he could catch it back.

He said with emotion: "Sure enough, there are people outside the world, but I am still not strong enough now."

If a strong man appears today who can escape and cannot be found, he may appear tomorrow and be evenly matched with him.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of light flew from the sky, and a monk from Taiyi City came to check the situation. He only glanced at the body and then left.

Tianxuan Conference allows casualties, Taiyi City just does not promote killing.

Originally, an escape command card was prepared for everyone. If someone is killed with this thing, it can only be said that his skills are not as good as others.

The number of people in the secret realm continues to decrease sharply.

Xie Yunan was naturally the center of attention, with her superb swordsmanship and killing monks from all walks of life. Perhaps Xiao Yunyi was a little worse than her back then, and her innate sword bones were beyond the reach of most people in the field of swordsmanship.

Above the sky, a roll of rainbow light flew past, announcing that there were three hundred people left, as well as the geniuses who had defeated their opponents and climbed up the rankings.

Gu Wen was walking leisurely in the courtyard, using a bamboo sword to only pick off people's hair without hurting them at all.

He is not in a hurry to compete for fame and fortune. The final ranking will be determined through a competition later. As long as he doesn't get kicked out, he can sit firmly on the 100th place, and then the 500th place.

Suddenly, a ray of purple light shot down the light curtain, and then the tokens around everyone's waist in the secret realm burst.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Although casualties are unavoidable, the vast majority of people rely on tokens to protect their lives. There are large moving formations all over the secret realm. It is difficult for ordinary people to kill people here. There are very few cases like the young man Gu Wen saw killing people.

Without the support of the formation, wouldn't it be like fighting with real swords and guns?

At this time, the purple light above the sky turned into a big hand, covering the universe of the secret realm.

It can be seen from the breath alone that the cultivation level of the Mahayana period cannot be competed by the younger generation less than a thousand years old in the secret realm.

In an instant, geniuses from all walks of life showed off their sect's skills. The best ones flew away on the spot, while the worse ones could still be protected by a golden bell. The casual cultivators took drugs, protected by formations, and protected themselves with talismans, and even temporarily separated themselves from the original people around them.

It is the opponent's people who set up the formation side by side.

Once a formation is constructed, its light is like a sea-fixing needle, and even the most panicked person can find the backbone to join it.

Even Gu Wen was dragged into the formation by an unknown Taoist. The people who were fighting fiercely a quarter of an hour ago showed completely opposite unity at this moment.

A Jindan monk naturally became the leader because of his highest level of cultivation. He shouted:

"Those who have been on the battlefield come forward, and those who know the battle formations will occupy the formations themselves. The Mahayana attack is large and wide, and it is not impossible to deal with it. We can gather the formations to enlighten the situation, and we will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties!"

"I am in front of the formation. Even if I don't defend, I will die first. Don't panic!"

"Keep the formation, any disruptors will be killed without mercy!"

Gu Wen originally wanted to take action, but found that he might have underestimated the human monks. Being able to compete with the Jianmu clan and stand in the wasteland for tens of thousands of years with one clan has never just relied on a single strong person.

Numerous formations of auras lit up from all directions, countless commands were conveyed, and the exchange of spiritual thoughts was extremely rapid.
To be continued...