I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

The monks who came to participate in the selection for the Extreme Battlefield knew more or less about the situation, so they all started to move after the order was issued.

Although the crowd was large, it was well-organized. Soon, hundreds of thousands of monks surged in different directions like a tide...

When they saw that the crowd had almost separated, an old man wearing a khaki robe and with sallow skin suddenly appeared from the ground.

He made seals with his hands, shouted loudly, and slammed his hands to the ground!

"The mountains follow me! Rise!!"

A shocking scene occurred. A huge pile of earth slowly emerged from the ground as the ground trembled! Soon, a hundred-foot-high earth wall completely separated the Saint Realm monks from other monks...

At the same time, on a hill not far from the mountain temple, a man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance at the spectacular crowd scene.

Behind him was an old man with a very small stature, only reaching his knees, with dry yellow skin and wearing a stone coat.

The old man's eyes were emitting a faint light and he was also watching this scene. He heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile:

"Uh, haha, sir, the time is just right. If you have no other instructions, I will leave now."

"Ah."

The man in black robe hummed lightly.

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly retreated, burrowing into the soil like a loach and disappearing...

Ye Wu Kuang looked at the crowd that was gradually splitting into two. He took a step forward, a light appeared instantly, and his figure disappeared instantly...

The next moment, he appeared among hundreds of thousands of holy realm monks, and no one noticed him in the originally noisy crowd.

Ye Wu Kuang concentrated his mind and felt something carefully, and soon, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, Luo Beian didn't come. Since he didn't come, that explains everything..."

Soon, the time for the hundred breaths is up.

The old man in the air scanned the crowd below with his eyes as sharp as a torch. After a while, he retracted his gaze and nodded to Mo Qiu who was standing quietly in front of the mountain temple.

Seeing this, Mo Qiu took a step forward, and then his voice slowly resounded in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people.

"There is only one chance for selection, and there are only two rounds. If there are more than two people standing in the first round, then the second round will start normally. But if there are only two people standing, then the other round does not need to start."

"Ok?"

Everyone looked at each other in surprise when they heard this.

"Senior Mo, what does this mean? Isn't this a seven-day trial? What does it mean that there are only two people left after one round?"

"Yeah, there are so many people waiting for me, how is it possible to select only two people in one round?"

"Haha, could it be that there is someone already chosen? If I had known this, why would I have come here?"

Mo Qiu just looked at the crowd who were getting more and more noisy with indifference, and did not stop them.

Only a small number of monks frowned, as if they had some vague guesses in their hearts. They secretly improved their cultivation to the peak and were on guard against something.

At this moment, Mo Qiu's voice rang in everyone's heart again.

"Rules are dead, people are alive, and here, the rules I say are the rules. Everything before was not set by me. Now that the situation has changed, you can all pretend that nothing happened..."

Hearing Mo Qiu's words, the crowd was in an uproar again.

"what!!!"

"This is too hasty!"

"Yeah, I thought it was a duel of turns, so I owed a lot of favors and borrowed a lot of magic weapons, but now they are useless!"

"Why do I have a bad feeling? Will Sect Master Mo attack us?"

"Haha, how is that possible? Sect Master Mo is a rank seven emperor-level expert. You are overestimating yourself by attacking you."

"Yeah, you're dreaming."

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"For those who are at the pinnacle, the first thing to look at is the spirit, the second is the body, and the third is the cultivation. Only when all three are combined can one be considered the strongest. Therefore, the first round of the competition will focus on the spirit, and the second round will not be considered for the time being."

The voice continued to ring out, and at this time most people just thought that Mo Qiu was still explaining the rules, and they continued to discuss with each other in twos and threes...

However, the next moment, everything changed...

After saying this, Mo Qiu did not give everyone a chance to react. His eyes suddenly lit up! In an instant, an overwhelming spiritual pressure surged out of his body, instantly covering hundreds of thousands of Saint Realm monks!

All this happened too fast! Only a few people were secretly on guard, but it was useless. Mo Qiu had obviously used the powerful spiritual power of the upper three realms.

More than half of the hundreds of thousands of monks fell down in less than a breath.

After two breaths.

Only 20% of the people were still struggling to resist. Some of them were gifted in spirit, while others had extremely powerful magical skills. However, facing Mo Qiu's sudden attack, everything seemed so powerless.

"puff……"

Some people opened their mouths and spat out a large mouthful of blood, some people held on with blood oozing from all seven orifices. Some people gritted their teeth and slowly looked around, only to see that the monks who were originally in large numbers were now lying straight on the ground, with no one knowing whether they were dead or alive.

One of the men, wearing a blood-stained robe and with a hideous face, gritted his teeth and muttered to himself:

"Persist! I just need to persevere to the end, then I can go to Wuliangtian to pursue my path!! That is my world!!"

After ten breaths

The original 20% of the monks are now only a few hundred people...

After thirty breaths

Only twenty people are left out of a hundred...

After fifty breaths

Twenty people only eight left

After a hundred breaths

Only four people were left out of the eight.

Seeing that there were still four people, Mo Qiu nodded with satisfaction and immediately withdrew his spiritual pressure.

In an instant, the blood-stained robed man among the four collapsed to the ground, and the others also began to breathe heavily, and either sat down or lay directly on the ground.

However, unlike the three exhausted men, there was an extremely abrupt black figure standing there quietly. His face looked normal and his breathing was steady, as if he was not affected at all.

The moment Mo Qiu saw this person, his eyes lit up and he said, "Ye Wu Kuang!"

"What!!"

"It's actually him!!"

"It turns out it was him..."

The three weak men had flickering eyes and different thoughts in their minds.

Mo Qiu's figure instantly appeared in front of Ye Wukuang, looking at him carefully with shining eyes.

"Well, your spirit is restrained, your breath is steady, your heart is like an ancient bell, and your body is like a mountain! Good! Good!"

Mo Qiu laughed loudly, seeming to be in a good mood.

Ye Wu Kuang just looked at him indifferently, without any intention of speaking. Seeing this, Mo Qiu did not want to make himself look bad, but just smiled and said:

"If you need anything, feel free to tell me!!"

After saying that, Mo Qiu simply waved his sleeves and turned to leave. His voice continued to ring out before he left.

"After a hundred breaths, the second round of competition will begin."

"What???"

The three exhausted people looked at each other in confusion, thinking they had heard wrongly.

However, the next moment, several emerald green pills with a strong medicinal fragrance fell in front of them.

The blood-robed man looked at the pill in shock.

"This is actually a seventh-grade elixir!!"

"That's right, it's a seventh-grade elixir, and it's the best healing medicine among the seventh-grade ones. Back to Luodan..." A masked woman gently pinched the elixir with her white jade fingers, her eyes full of complexity.

"A seventh-grade pill, would it be a waste if we eat it?" A handsome man in a white brocade robe was also staring at the pill in a daze.

"Haha, you can take this pill and leave now, or you will be beaten to death by me later."

The man in the blood-stained robe grinned mockingly, pinched the pill, opened his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

Hearing these extremely arrogant words, the eyes of the masked woman and the man in brocade robe turned cold instantly.

They opened their mouths and swallowed the pills.

As the green light flashed, both the souls and bodies of the few people recovered to their peak state at an extremely fast speed.

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