After binding the longevity lottery system, my lottery will become stronger.

"Drop the magic wand!"

Boluosu shouted loudly, and the power of the master's peak completely exploded.

The demon-subduing wand was waved continuously, killing Ye Wuya again. The demon-subduing Buddha's shadow appeared, like a giant Buddha. The Buddha's light was golden, fierce and powerful, and unusually domineering.

Boom boom boom!

Another burst of explosions sounded, the ground exploded wildly, the air roared, the air waves were violent, and Ye Wuya was swallowed up by the terrifying power.

"Young Master Wuya..."

Everyone's hearts froze, and everyone broke into a cold sweat.

Ye Lingtian smiled indifferently. With Boluosu's strength, let alone defeating Ye Wuya, he might not even be qualified to draw his sword.

The explosions gradually ceased.

The thick smoke lingered for a long time.

Ye Wuya walked out of the smoke with an indifferent expression, his hair not even messed up.

"Eldest son!"

Seeing that Ye Wuya was safe and sound, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ok?"

Boluosu's face darkened and he felt a little solemn. He didn't expect that even the magic wand technique could not help Ye Wuya in the slightest. This person's strength was too terrifying.

Ye Wuya ignored the brahman and said calmly: "One move!"

"what?"

Boluosu was stunned for a second.

Ye Wuya said: "Defeat you with one move!"

"Insanity!"

When Boluosu heard this, he couldn't help but laugh a little. He admitted that Ye Wuya's strength was indeed not weak, but it was undoubtedly a dream to defeat him with one move.

Ye Wuya looked at Boluosu expressionlessly. He took a step forward, and his aura suddenly surged.

With the second step, his momentum increased again.

boom!

When he took the third step, he instantly appeared in front of Brahma, and then swept out with a whip leg, very fast, as if he was teleporting.

"not good!"

Boluosu's face changed drastically. Feeling the power of the opponent's kick, he didn't dare to resist. He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but unfortunately he was a step too late. Ye Wuya's speed was too terrifying, and he couldn't dodge at all. Pain shot through my chest.

boom!

Ye Wuya swiped his whip leg across Bala Su's chest. Bala Su's body was blown hundreds of meters away like a cannonball, and his body hit a huge Buddha statue, knocking a big hole out of the statue.

Bo Luo Suo spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell directly to the ground. His sternum was completely broken and he was covered in blood. He was even worse than the two monks before.

one move!

Ye Wuya really defeated him with just one move.

"Amitabha."

Seeing this, Master Kumu couldn't help but silently recited a Buddha's name and gently turned the beads.

"it is good!"

There was a burst of cheers from all around, and everyone looked at Ye Wuya with admiration in their eyes. Mr. Wuya was really awesome.

Many women even had ripples in their eyes, thinking that Ye Wuya was very handsome.

"As expected of the eldest son of Tianmen, he is indeed terrifying."

Master Tianjue's face was filled with emotion. They were both at the pinnacle of Grandmasters. She knew that she was definitely not Ye Wuya's opponent. The younger generation had really produced many outstanding talents.

"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Tianmen, so it is normal for evildoers to appear."

Tang Qi smiled lightly.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and an incredible monster has indeed appeared in Tianmen!"

A mysterious man wearing a green raincoat and a green bamboo hat flew up. He was holding a long sword. His aura was reserved and unfathomable. He was a strong man in the middle stage of the Grand Master.

Behind him were several master-level experts.

"Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle, the word of heaven is first-class, a guest in coir raincoats!"

A smile appeared on Ye Lingtian's face.

The mysterious man in the raincoat is not just a simple man, he is the most powerful killer in the net, codenamed the coir raincoat.

This person is extremely mysterious, and no one knows his true background. They only know that he is a very terrifying existence.

Ye Lingtian looked at the masked woman next to the coir raincoat guest again, his smile became more intense, and Fu Yao came.

"The one who snares you!"

The pupils of everyone present shrank, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Coiled Clothes Guest and the others.

"Master Kumu, you are fine."

Lin Yi Ke slightly clasped his fists at Master Kumu.

"Amitabha! Good, good!"

Master Kumu clasped his hands together.

Coiled Clothes Guest continued: "May I ask, Master, if Hanshan Temple will participate in this competition for the Immortality Seal?"

Master Kumu whispered: "No!"

"With your words, I am relieved."

The coiclothes guest nodded slightly.

Hanshan Temple, as the host, wants to hand over the Immortality Seal through the martial arts conference, so it will definitely not participate in this competition. In this way, Luo Wang will lose a strong opponent.

"Fang Waitian and our friends from the Rebirth Camp should also come out together! Since everyone's goal is the Immortality Seal, let's each rely on our abilities."

The coir raincoat guest looked into the distance.

call out!

As soon as he finished speaking, another group of mysterious people appeared here, all of them killers from the afterlife camp.

The team was led by a mysterious man wearing a grimace mask and exuding a ghostly aura. He held a gray sword and the pressure on his body was extremely terrifying. He was also a middle-stage Grand Master.

"Netherworld Lord Yan!"

Ye Lingtian looked at the man wearing the ghost mask.

There are demons, demons, black and white impermanence, and the four great ghosts in the camp of rebirth, as well as the four great Yamas, namely the Underworld Yama, the Asura Yama, the Netherworld Yama, and the Red Fire Yama.

Among them, Crimson Fire Yama Jun is at the bottom, with only the cultivation level of the peak master, while the remaining three Yama Jun are all powerful at the grand master level.

On top of the four Lords of Hell, there are also the Ferryman, Po Meng, the Judge, and the Camp Leader, whose strength is even more terrifying.

The mysterious man wearing a grimace mask opposite is none other than Netherworld Yama, one of the Four Yamas. The sword in his hand is called Xuanming. It is not in the famous sword manual, but no one dares to underestimate it.

In the hands of a great master, even a piece of straw has supreme power.

Ye Lingtian glanced at the people behind Netherworld Lord Yan. There were four grandmasters and six innates, and Qin Jianjia happened to be among them. Moreover, she had already entered the realm of a grandmaster. It seemed that she had gotten an opportunity in the afterlife camp.

After the killers from the Rebirth Camp arrived, three more figures flew over, and three people from Fang Waitian arrived.

Hua Jieyu, Zhao Shanhe, Nian Hongyu!

"The net, the camp of the dead, the outer sky!"

Many powerful people present looked solemn. At this moment, people from the three major organizations were present.

"Zhao Shanhe."

The coir raincoat guest looked at Zhao Shanhe, a strange color flashed in his eyes. The tourist's news was true, Zhao Shanhe had indeed restored his cultivation level, and even made further progress.

"The coir raincoat guest."

Zhao Shanhe was also looking at the coir raincoat guest.

This person is a truly powerful enemy. As for the Netherworld Lord next to him, although he is also a terrifying existence, he is not as good as the coir raincoat guest.

The background of the Rebirth Camp is indeed terrifying. Compared with the Luowang, it is still a bit inferior.

Looking at the entire Rebirth Camp, there are basically only a few people who can be put on the table, and Luo Wen is even more unfathomable. So far, no one knows how many grandmaster-level existences there are in Luo Wen.

Dragnets are everywhere.

There are traces of snares in all the rivers, lakes, and courts. Maybe the heads of certain sects and the powerful men of certain royal families are the ones who snare them.