"The second ceremony, the mutual fighting ceremony, any challenge, and the winner will be eligible to receive the inheritance. The mysterious black-robed man held up a stone tablet in one hand and a small tripod in the other, "This square cave has been refined into a cave mansion that can be carried around, and the stone tablet in my hand is the key to control it, and this small tripod is the manifestation of the Mahayana exercises." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone stared at the two things in his hand, their eyes burned, and they sensed it carefully, this is true!

The mysterious black-robed man threw the two things and hung them in the air with the gold beads, "In the mutual fighting ceremony, one side is the master, symbolizing the master's family, you can designate the opponent at will, or you can wait for the opponent to come to the stage by yourself, I will ask the most valuable one to be the master." ”

Qi Huan smiled, he could take this opportunity to take things from that person's hand.

However, the mysterious black-robed man did not judge his son's seal as the most valuable gift, but looked at Jiang Chuan, "Please invite this honored guest to the stage." ”

Jiang Chuan seemed to be a little surprised, hesitated for a while, provoked a touch of fierceness between his eyebrows, and strode onto the octagonal platform.

This is a token of the Sovereign. The mysterious black-robed man handed him a golden mask.

"What happens if I lose?"

"Then the one who wins will be the ruler. ”

Jiang Chuan took the mask and glanced at the people below, as if he was thinking about who to choose as an opponent.

Someone immediately questioned, "This is not fair, how many rounds does it take to win, if he deliberately chooses the weak, won't he always be able to win?"

"Rest assured, there are eight rounds of the Mutual Fight Ceremony, and it will not be endless, but it also means that you only have eight chances to win the qualification to have the Inheritance, and as for whether it is fair or not, you don't have to worry about it. The mysterious black-robed man cast a spell on the spot, and the golden beads on the top bloomed, sinking into the eight-sided platform, and the invisible power woke up from the eight-sided platform and swung in all directions.

Power Bondage!

Everyone was already very vigilant about the current inexplicable situation, but now it's okay, their cultivation has also been imprisoned!

Suddenly, his heart was like duckweed, and he didn't even care about the inheritance, so he couldn't help but ask, "When can we leave this place?"

"When the banquet is over, I will send the distinguished guests away. ”

"What the hell is this black-robed man?" Hua Jian Ci looked at the disordered hexagram, he was either several times more powerful than the dozen or so life and death realms present, or he was a dead thing, otherwise she would not be able to calculate his origin.

Although Xiuwei was sealed, the secret techniques and Dao talents that were powered by his own essence and blood could still be used, and Zhan Changfeng planned to wait and see what kind of play it was.

If it is really like what Hua Jian said, the master of this Fang Dongtian is a vertical Daoist, and a vertical Taoist friend may be the source of the Red Mansion disciple Ren Dan formula, then it is difficult to say whether he wants to choose the inheritor or has another purpose.

"The salute begins!" the mysterious black-robed man stepped down from the stage and gave way to his position.

Everyone's brains are not in vain, this is to let them fight in the ring shirtless.

Someone's mind is activated, he himself is not strong in the realm of life and death, but in the case of the blockade of strength, it is not certain who is strong and who is weak.

People's thoughts are always strikingly similar, and those monks who were originally afraid of Jiang Chuan were eager to rush forward immediately at this time.

It's a pity that there are already two people on stage now.

One is Bato Shende, and the other is Demon Cultivator Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan licked his red lips, put on the golden mask, and pulled out the knife on his back.

The black-robed man said in a loud voice, "Jiang, to Bato!"

The crowd burst into cheers, provoking a group of outsiders to look at them frequently, they were all dressed in white and ink clothes, holding lanterns, and their faces were full of smiles, which was very festive.

Barto Shende's muscles are tense, he specializes in spells, and he always suffers against a martial artist like Jiang Chuan who uses a knife.

However, the treasure is in front of him, how can he be allowed to retreat!

Punch out!

That tiger fist was not worth mentioning in Jiang Chuan's eyes, with his fighting skills, even if he had no cultivation, he could win steadily.

But in an instant, he suddenly felt some kind of power, he resisted, he struggled, the golden mask was firmly attached to his face, as if it wanted to merge with him!

His eyes were empty for a moment, and suddenly a certain frenzy swelled up!

Jiang Chuan easily grasped the punch he struck, the knife fell, his arm was broken, and blood gushed out.

The scorching heat trickled down his face, neck, hands, and clothes.

He listened to Barto's screams and pursued him while he was victorious.

Chop off the limbs.

Chop off your head.

He knelt on his knees, cut open Bartoshmande's abdomen, and reverently pulled out his internal organs.

There were eight stone pillars standing around the octagonal platform, and the top of each stone pillar was burning with flames, like a huge torch, and at this time, the flames on one of the stone pillars suddenly jumped down, boom!

Everyone didn't expect this scene, and there was an uproar, and Wan Gu among them said angrily, "Even if you are a demon cultivator, you can't torture and kill people like this!"

She jumped onto the stage with a sword.

"Jiang, right to Anhui!"

Jiang Chuan wiped his face, and there were five more blood marks on his face. He picked up the knife again.

The crowd cheers!

Qi Huan's shock was not small, "Demon cultivation is just a different concept, how could he do such a thing, this is obviously the work of an evil cultivator who has lost his mind." ”

Something was wrong with the mask, Zhan Changfeng turned around and walked towards the crowd, he couldn't wait passively, he had to find out if there was any breakthrough point first.

Obviously the voices were boiling, but she couldn't hear any heart, she thought that the people who appeared were projections of a certain image from the past, but their reactions to the scene were real and weird, not people, not ghosts, not simple illusions.

She couldn't comprehend this presence.

Zhan Changfeng suddenly remembered the small fish world, once the small fish world starts to rain, the ground will be submerged, the whole world will change from 6 places to the ocean, no one can explain this phenomenon, in the eyes of ordinary people, the reversal is its normal order, 6 places to the ocean is its law.

By chance, she heard that the small fish world was not naturally conceived, but a small world created by an ancient emperor, and after the fall of the ancient emperor, the small fish world became an ownerless astral realm.

The creation of the emperor has a significant feature, that is, the rules inside seem strange or normal, they are all practical rules, and all the existence under these rules is reasonable.

Could it be that this space is not a cave, but a small world?

A rule written by the creator of the small world that allows for this special existence that is not a human being, not a ghost, not an illusion?

Except for the small fish world, she has not been to the world born after tomorrow, and she really can't imagine what kind of world and what kind of rules can turn heaven and earth upside down, change the sun and moon, or make some things out of common sense.

She stepped into the ancient building and stopped a person who was in a hurry to go to the square to see the birthday ceremony, "Excuse me, where is the Taoist chief, I have been here for so long, and I am really ashamed that I haven't visited the master's house." ”

The handsome young man in white and ink shrank as if frightened, saw her appearance clearly, his cheeks were slightly red, and he said shyly, "We rarely see the Taoist chief, the Taoist chief is willing to appear, so it will naturally appear, and the honored guest should go to the square to watch the ceremony." ”

"Yes. Zhan Changfeng still couldn't hear his heart, but his reaction was very real, "What's your name?"

"Dye beggar. He bowed embarrassedly and ran to the square to see the excitement.