Demon Dragon Emperor

Chapter 413 Black mist covers the screen!
"The Huashen Pavilion is simply a bunch of trash!"

"A group of people who are timid and afraid of death, since they have no courage, why come here to participate in the sect competition!"

"However, this is also good. After Huashen Pavilion left, the Yidao Palace did not come. We are the only ones staying here, and there are two less competitors."

Seeing the disciples of Huashen Pavilion leave under Wen Ling's persecution and leadership, the other eight sects all snorted coldly with disdain on their faces.

Although they saw the death of Wang Lie and the other eight people, their greed for holy spirit items directly suppressed their previous fear.

What's more, I am not the only one here, there are seven other sects, which add up to a total of 24 people.

The arrogance of being super sect disciples made them all feel that 24 people were enough to take down this weapon spirit!

Even if this is really not a spirit, but a person, the other party would not dare to kill all 24 of them.

They raised their heads and looked at the pitch-black ten-thousand-meter knife glow that seemed to tear the void. Although they were a little terrified in their hearts, but at the same time as they were terrified, they were also proud of themselves. Because of his identity, that's why he didn't dare to kill him.

"Let's wait together and blast away the thunder curtain again. The Holy Spirit-level item must belong to us!"

"This thing is shocking, and it's still a weapon. At least it's a low-grade spirit stone worth over [-] million yuan, or even higher!"

"If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

Many disciples opened their mouths one after another, and there was light shining in their eyes.

After they finished speaking, they actually started to strike again, intending to blow back the thunder curtain.

But at this moment, a burst of black mist suddenly erupted from the [-]-meter sword light above the void.

The black mist filled the sky and swept towards the surroundings, like a huge storm!

……

When the black mist filled the air, outside the Shenyao Mountain, Dongzu, the heads of various sects, and the countless onlookers all shrank their eyes.

On the void in front of them, there is a huge screen, which is divided into ten squares, and each square is reflecting the disciples of various sects in the Shenyao Mountain.

On one of the light curtains, the [-] disciples of One Sword Palace are rapidly moving towards the depths.

But at this moment, their footsteps also slowed down.

Around them, there are countless monsters gathered. These monsters exude a terrifying ferocious aura, and most of the coercion are fourth-order monsters, and there are a small number of fifth-order monsters. beast!

A fifth-order monster is equivalent to the Dragon God Realm!

The disciples of Yidao Palace, when facing these monsters, their expressions remained unchanged, and they formed a circle and surrounded them.

They didn't make a move.

And once they make a move, they will definitely kill these monsters in an instant!

In the other square, there are Huashen Pavilion disciples who are rushing to the depths.

Headed by Wen Ling, her face is still pale, as if the erased memory will become a permanent shadow in her heart, lingering.

Behind him, the many Huashen Pavilion disciples looked at Wen Ling from time to time, some with calm expressions, but most of them were extremely dissatisfied. Feeling extremely angry because of the chance of a middle-grade Holy Spirit-level weapon.

Every block reflects a sect.

Among the remaining eight squares are the disciples of the other eight super sects.

In that square, the disciples of these eight super sects had exactly the same scene around them, they were all gathered at the entrance of Shenyao Mountain, with greedy expressions on their faces.

Above their heads, a [-]-meter blade glowed across the sky, which seemed to be able to cut down at any time, allowing Dongzu and the others, as well as the countless onlookers, to see clearly.

Even through the screen, they could still feel the terrifying coercion emanating from the blade light.

"These disciples expected it well. The item is really at least at the Holy Spirit level, and it is also a treasure. Why didn't the old man discover it at the beginning."

Dong Zu opened his mouth, not to mention his current cultivation base, even his deity's cultivation base, when he sees this kind of treasure, he will be amazed and even envious.

However, at this moment, this treasure is in the Shenyao Mountain, and it has been seen by so many disciples, and they are fighting for it.

Don't say it's a Holy Spirit-level item, even if it's an Earth-Ming level item, Dongzu won't let go of his old face and go snatch it from those juniors.

Besides, if it is really robbed, wouldn't it offend the top ten super sects?

Even though he was strong and true, he was no match for the sect with his own strength.

"Wow!"

Just when Dongzu spoke, a black mist suddenly burst out from the blade light.

The black mist filled the sky, sweeping in all directions, and at this moment, it directly covered everything on the screen!

People outside Shenyao Mountain can only see the black mist!
"Ok?"

Dongzu and the others frowned.

"What happened?" Jin Ran asked.

"This thing has a spirit. I'm afraid it's not a middle-grade holy spirit grade, but a top-grade one."

Dongzu said indifferently: "If the disciples of your various sects continue to fight over there, I'm afraid they will be in bad luck."

Hearing this, the heads of the major sects all frowned.

Zongmen Grand Competition, once they enter the competition and the competition begins, they, the people in charge, will no longer intervene, let alone help.

Thousands of years ago, there was a sect grand competition, and they met a sixth-order monster, which is equivalent to a human being in the Dragon King Realm!

Under the sweep of the sixth-order monster, all the [-] disciples in the Sword Immortal Tomb were wiped out, and countless people from other sects also died.

At that time, the heads of the various sects were all outside watching the screen.

They watched the disciples of their own sect being massacred, but they couldn't do anything because it was a rule!

Zongmen Dabi, for these disciples, was originally an experience.

Seeing the treasure now, they each deal with it in different ways.

Wen Ling took people far away, and the people from Yidao Palace had never been here, and the other eight sects were all surrounded here.

Maybe after going through such a thing and such a crisis, if they encounter the treasure in the future, they will have another way to deal with it.

There is no limit to life and death in the Zongmen Grand Competition, and those who can survive are all elites.

"This is an experience. If you can make it to the end, you will become a talent that I will focus on cultivating on Giant Island!"

Liu Shui Kuang Leng snorted, waved his sleeves, and sat cross-legged on the platform, closing his eyes and recuperating.

He knew in his heart that Dongzu, a well-informed person, had said so, and many of the disciples on Giant Island would surely die this time.

Out of sight out of mind.

He didn't want to just watch the disciples of Giant Island being killed without being able to do anything about it.

(End of this chapter)