I, after failing the college entrance examination, went to cultivate immortality.

The host A Bing shouted: "Oh my God! Lin En went straight to the side of the old man with thousands of faces to join the alliance!! Could it be! Will he continue to repeat the misfortune?!"

All the audience stood up, raised their fists and cheered loudly.

The atmosphere was detonated again.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, staring at Lynn in the picture, for fear that if they blinked, they would miss the wonderful scene.

……

And at the same time.

On the wasteland, the white-haired old man with thousands of faces suddenly raised his head, looked at the distant sky, and said solemnly:

"Stop, I feel as if something is coming towards us, everyone be careful!"

But at the moment when he just finished speaking.

A blue light appeared in front of him instantly.

Before anyone had time to react, a calm figure suddenly appeared.

Under the bewildered gaze of the thousand-faced old man.

Snapped--

His old face had been stabbed with a big ear.

"..."

"..."

The next moment, all the audience in the audience were shocked.

The host, A Bing, yelled into the microphone and said, "Damn!! The way we greet Lynn is so unique!! It's just a big slap in the face! Ruthless! Ruthless!"

The audience exclaimed in shock:

"It's crazy! This is crazy!"

"He hasn't spoken yet, so you just give him an ear melon seed, is that really okay?"

In the wilderness.

After a brief moment of bewildered silence.

All the monks in the Nascent Soul Realm led by the old man with thousands of faces became angry.

"Who! Who is it!!"

The thousand-faced old man held a handprint on his burning cheek, and roared:

"Who was that bastard just now!! Come out for me!!"

Lin En came and went quickly. After a slap in the face, he was accompanied by a blue light in an instant, and disappeared in front of them.

Absolute disaster!

No matter who it is, it is still unclear what happened.

Just a slap in the face when you come up, no one can stand it!

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Chapter 368 He is stealing the house!

But even more terrifying things are yet to come.

Just as they were looking for Lin En who had just given him a big ear photon, two loud roars suddenly came from the distant sky.

The next moment, two rays of divine light burst out in an instant and exploded in the crowd.

The shrill screams, accompanied by the people flying around, resounded through the sky.

The host, A Bing, yelled into the microphone and said, "My God! What a tragedy! It's really a tragedy!! The attack was launched by Sikong Yi and the duo who controlled the clock. Obviously their target was Lin En, who jumped away, is really a disaster for nothing!!"

After launching the attack, Sikong Yi and the others were also taken aback.

Immediately, Sikong Yi said solemnly: "We seem to have hit the wrong target."

Wu Shan narrowed his eyes and said, "As long as we don't admit it, no one will know that we made a mistake."

"Right."

The host, A Bing, waved his hand and shouted, "You're so clever! The trio of Sikong Yi found a perfect excuse for their misjudgment!"

The scene can be described as a mess.

The blow just now directly blasted a huge hole hundreds of meters above the wasteland.

At least hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators were turned into ashes by this blow.

The next moment, the thousand-faced old man was covered in blood, and like a madman, he stumbled out of the pit.

His face was ferocious, furious like thunder.

"It's too much to deceive! It's too much to deceive!!"

He raised his head to the sky and roared.

When had he been treated like this, he didn't even know what happened, and he was suddenly insulted both mentally and physically.

And in the next instant, Sikong Yi and Wu Shanli's cheating team had already arrived in the sky above them.

Seeing the bloody phantom and the bell hanging high in the sky, the thousand-faced old man was fearless, pointing at them and roaring:

"You guys attacked us just now?!"

Sikong Yi sneered and said: "A group of jumping clowns, if you are sensible, get out of here quickly. If they get in the way, I will destroy you together!"

The bloody phantom behind him roared at the old people in front, shocking the audience.

The expression on the face of the thousand-faced old man was extremely ferocious and said:

"Who are you calling a jumping clown!!"

Sikong Yi sneered: "What? Not convinced? A bunch of scum!"

Wu Shan said impatiently: "Don't waste time here, if you don't chase, who knows where that Lynn will escape to! Get rid of them!"

At the moment when he finished speaking, the Taoist bell suspended above his and Murong Yunxi's heads hummed and rang out a huge chime.

In an instant.

The rolling sound swept towards the thousand-faced old man and the others.

Obviously, they didn't pay attention to the thousand-faced old man at all.

After all, in front of cheating players, ordinary players are like leeks!

Seeing that the sound wave was about to envelop all of them, the old man with thousands of faces couldn't bear it anymore.

"I wanted to hide it, but I didn't expect you to be so deceptive!"

In an instant, the thousand-faced old man roared suddenly, and the center of his brow lit up with a dazzling blood-colored light.

"In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

At the next moment, all the audience saw thousands of rays of light bursting out from the body of the old man with thousands of faces.

It was as if some seal had been broken.

His realm and strength are beginning to soar at an unimaginable speed.

The next moment, the host A Bing's expression changed drastically, and he said, "Cultivator in the Tribulation Realm?!"

The audience was shocked and all stood up.

boom--

A huge roar.

The thousand-faced old man crossed his hands, unexpectedly blocked Dao Zhong's blow with his physical body.

Sikong Yi and the others also changed their expressions drastically.

"This guy……"

Amid the billowing dust, the thousand-faced old man with disheveled hair came out of the dust step by step ferociously, his fists clenched.

A terrifying aura emanated from his whole body.

Sikong Yi turned pale, took a step back, and said tremblingly:

"Aren't you a Nascent Soul cultivator?!"

The thousand-faced old man clenched his fists, and said ferociously: "I have put a lot of seals on myself, and I didn't intend to show my real body here, but since you are forcing me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Cross the Tribulation Realm!

He is a cultivator who hides his cultivation and crosses the Tribulation Realm! !

All of a sudden, the audience was in an uproar.

"What a joke!"

"Why can even cultivators from the Transcendence Tribulation Realm sneak in!"

The God King in white also stood up abruptly, looking at the thousand-faced old man in the picture, his face flushed with anger, and he gritted his teeth.

It's out of control.

He never imagined that one person cheating could lead to so many cheating in a row!

Isn't it just a true fairy fruit? !What are you doing so hard!

The demons are already dancing wildly!

Sikong Yi gritted his teeth, and the phantom hovering over him kept roaring in a demonstrative way, reprimanding him:

"You, a big guy in the Tribulation Realm, are actually robbing Dao Fruit with us people in the Nascent Soul Realm, are you embarrassed?!"

The thousand-faced old man gritted his teeth, stared at them, and said:

"The old man failed to cross the tribulation. From now on, I'm afraid I won't be able to go any further. The True Immortal Dao Fruit is my only hope. Whoever dares to rob me, I will let him die!"

With a roar, he punched out, and in an instant, the land within a hundred miles fell apart.

The four of them fought together, and the scene lost control in an instant.

It was originally an arena for monks in the Nascent Soul Realm, but in a blink of an eye it became a Shura field for gods to fight.

Looking at the scene of the group of demons dancing wildly in the picture, the white-clothed god king gritted his teeth, turned around suddenly, and walked towards the backstage.

Lingyi asked in astonishment: "What are you doing?"

The white-clothed god king held a knife in his hand and trembled angrily:

"Leave me alone, if I don't hack that gatekeeper to death today, I won't be the lord of Misty City!"

"Put something weird in it for me! All the cultivators have come out!"

"I'll kill him first!"

"..."

The scene continued through time and space. In the picture, Sikong Yi's trio fought against the old man with thousands of faces, and it was unexpectedly a tie.

And those monks in the Nascent Soul Realm around them were even more affected by the aftermath of their battle, and fell down one by one.

The host A Bing shouted: "It's completely out of control!! Now the arena has become a chaotic arena for hackers!! Where is the king of gods! Where is our king of gods! If you don't title, it will be too late! !"

The audience was even more furious.

"Protest! We protest!"

"We solemnly request that Lynn also send a message, it's not fair!!"

"How to fight! Who can deal with these four perverted guys!"

The fighting was fierce, and not an inch of ground was intact for hundreds of miles.

The voice of the host commentary was hoarse.

After a long time, the host, A Bing, panted and wiped the sweat from his head, then he was stunned and shouted:

"The battle here is nothing to watch. Let's see what Lynn is doing first? Has he figured out how to deal with these four wall hangings?!"