Prehistoric: Senior Brother Xuanmen

"Without further ado!"

The noble middle-aged demon shouted in a deep voice: "Do you dare to fight against the young heroes of our world?"

"Hahaha, even the saints and quasi-sages in your world have already been defeated! Why do you juniors dare to provoke? If you want to compete with us, then let us go. Let's have a good fight on the battlefield, not on the battlefield. Here is a show for you to watch!"

"You guys are shameless, but we still have to!"

The immortal gods in the square looked at those demon practitioners with contempt, and they could all see that the reason why the other party proposed the competition was only to please the guests on the floating island.

Just like there are always singing and dancing performances at the Pantao Festival in Honghuang, there is always a fierce gladiatorial match at the banquet in Outer Territory.

Under normal circumstances, those who participated in the gladiatorial competitions were relatively down-and-out magic monks.

They hope that by participating in the gladiatorial competition, they can be favored by those strong men and become their disciples, generals, etc.

This time the banquet itself was to celebrate the "Grand Victory at the Front Line", so naturally some prehistoric prisoners of war were invited to participate in the gladiatorial match.

It's just that they didn't expect these prehistoric gods to be so arrogant.

Especially those magic practitioners who participated in the gladiatorial competition were even more depressed and angry.

The look of contempt in the eyes of those prehistoric gods made them feel uncomfortable.

The current situation made them confused for a moment who was the prisoner!
Why are these prehistoric immortal gods so confident, as if they are determined to eat them?
At this time, the noble middle-aged demon clan looked at the crowd of prehistoric gods, and said indifferently: "Listen to me to explain the rules first. Let's send out ten people from each side and take turns to fight. Regardless of life or death, we will fight until the end." Whoever falls down is the loser...

If you can win, I can exempt you from hard labor, but if we win, half of you must be sacrificed!

Of course, if you are unwilling to participate in this competition, then all of you will die!
So, this is not an invitation, but a notice... Or you can also see it as the kindness of the king of the demon clan to you prisoners! "

Hearing this, the complexions of many Honghuang immortal gods changed abruptly, with a hint of panic in their eyes.

The young Jinxian couldn't help but snorted coldly, with a stern expression on his face.

Yuan Hong and Ling Zhuzi who were hiding in the crowd also frowned secretly.

The two of them have changed their appearance at this moment, not only those demon practitioners do not recognize them, even the ancient gods around them cannot recognize them.

The reason why they hid their identities like this was mainly because the Shadowless Demon Sage knew their identities before and wanted to crush them to death on the spot.

Later, although a master crossed the long river of time to block that blow, they also fell into the shadow world, and finally, together with other immortal gods who fell into the shadow world, were taken as prisoners of war and sent to the king city of the demon clan .

They wanted to hide among the prisoners of war and wait for an opportunity to escape.

Unexpectedly, such a thing happened.

The other party's words have been made very clear. At this moment, people are fighting for the knife and I am for the fish. This fight must be fought no matter what!
And you have to win!

Otherwise, the best result would be that half of the primordial gods would die.

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other, knowing that this was a very severe test.

In order to defeat those demon practitioners, one must not expose one's identity.

At this time, the young Jinxian suddenly took two steps forward, and said in a deep voice, "Unlock me, I will fight with you!"

"very good!"

The extravagant middle-aged Demon Race has fulfilled his wish, and he is very satisfied with it.

He gently waved his hand, and the silver-white collar around the young golden fairy's neck immediately flashed a black magic light, and at the same time, a majestic aura of immortality burst out.

The young Jinxian resumed his Taoism, with arrogance in his eyes, pointed at a group of demon practitioners, and said indifferently: "Who will come to die first?!"

All the demon practitioners frowned.

They really couldn't figure it out, why did these prisoners have such arrogance?
But soon, they reached an agreement: "Suppress and kill these prehistoric immortal gods, let them see how powerful our demon cultivators are!"

A tall creature stepped out of it, with a huge and mighty body, covered with thick hair, like a wild beast.

He opened his mouth wide and looked at the prehistoric gods and gods in the square, "You prisoners are still crawling under our feet quickly, and you still want to fight with us in the same realm?! My cultivation level is average! , but you think it is enough to suppress you and others, who of you wants to come and die?"

The young Jinxian laughed loudly, "Since your cultivation is mediocre, go back and send a master to fight!"

The Moxiu named Bajie had a very violent temper, and he scolded in a cold voice: "Don't use your tongue again, you worm. If you have the guts, report your name and fight with me!"

"Just because you don't deserve to know my name!"

The young Golden Immortal sneered, "But since you want to fight, let me show you how powerful I am!"

After finishing speaking, he lightly waved his right hand, and a burst of burning flames spewed out, turning into a huge fire dragon and swallowing the magic cultivator named Badger in one gulp.

The fire dragon hovered over the square, and a huge black shadow could be vaguely seen inside its amber-like body.

That was Moxiu Bajie being refined by the fire dragon.

Such a scene is shocking enough, the opponent is imprisoned with just one blow, and it is about to be refined into slag.

The young Jinxian proved with his strength that he was definitely not only good at talking, but his combat power was also amazing.

And he was very confident, he didn't even look at the fire dragon in the sky, and looked at the group of demon practitioners indifferently: "The next one to die can come out!"

Hearing his words, many demon practitioners glared at him, but the middle-aged demon nodded with a smile on the contrary, "You do have some skills, I'd better come here with another group of people, and then I will compete with you prisoners for real. field."

Along with his voice, another black mist filled the air.

That wisp of black air swam wantonly like a living thing.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of figures emerged from the black mist, each with a strong aura and full of fighting spirit, obviously much fiercer than the group of people just now.

At this moment, all the prehistoric gods in the square felt the strength of their opponents.

The young Jinxian's complexion also became serious.

Obviously, Moxiu who came to the square this time made him feel great pressure.

"My name is Lingfeng. I have practiced for millions of years. I am at the peak of the Heavenly Demon Realm. I wonder if I deserve to know your name?"

A tall figure stepped out of the black mist, its voice was loud and clear, revealing a strong confidence.

The realm division of demon practitioners is different from that of immortals. From low to high, they are divided into five realms: demon seed, true demon, celestial demon, supreme celestial demon, and mara.

Further up are Demon Venerable and Demon Saint.

To put it simply, the Heavenly Demon Realm is equivalent to the Golden Fairyland for immortal practitioners.

Both have the same Immortal Dao Fruit.

It is worth mentioning that because the immortal gods on the square are far away from the prehistoric world, their golden immortal dao fruits are suppressed by the small heavenly dao outside the territory here. If the physical body and primordial spirit are smashed, there is no possibility of reshaping them.

The young golden fairy changed color slightly, and they all felt that this demonic practitioner called Ling Feng possessed very terrifying power.

He looked at the demon practitioner named Ling Feng, and said solemnly: "My name is Chaoyang Daoist, I have practiced for more than [-] years, and I am in the realm of the Golden Immortal!"

"More than [-] people have entered the Golden Immortal, which is considered a genius!"

Ling Feng smiled slightly, but he didn't care.

Throughout the ages, there have been countless geniuses, especially those who have advanced by leaps and bounds in the early stages of cultivation, as many as crucian carp crossing the river.

However, there are very few who can really continue this momentum, and are still diligent and fast on the road of cultivation in the future!
So he didn't care much about Chaoyang Zhenren.

At this time, the fire dragon in the sky also gradually extinguished, turning into little flames and disappearing.

And then disappeared with that Badger.

He was turned into ashes by being refined alive, his body and spirit were all destroyed, and he died so badly that he could not die anymore.

From the beginning to the end, none of the magic practitioners thought about going to rescue Badger, and few even looked at him.

The cruelty of the magic way can be seen from this!
"Very good, congratulations on winning the first game! Now, it's my turn!"

Ling Feng sneered coldly, stretched his five fingers, and turned into a giant spirit palm, thinking that the real Chaoyang would catch him.

The latter waved his arms, and the sky-burning flames spewed out, turning into two fire dragons whistling and biting at the palm of the giant spirit.

It's just that the Fire Dragon, who made a miraculous achievement just now, failed to repeat the previous record this time. Instead, it was eroded by the black magic energy surrounding the giant spirit's palm, and instantly became as black as ink, turning around in the air. The stature was actually rushing towards the Chaoyang real person.

Such a scene is extremely shocking.

But I saw a giant spirit god's palm descending from the sky, surrounded by strands of black magic energy, and there were two black dragons wrapped around the palm, and they slapped towards the real Chaoyang below.

"kill!"

Master Chaoyang obviously didn't expect such a scene, and immediately shouted angrily, sacrificed a mirror-shaped Houtian Lingbao, and spewed out a bright yang flame power from it.

It's just that the Yang Yan had just spewed out, and the giant spirit's palm had already reached the top of his head.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The square was filled with dust and smoke, and even the entire city in the sky shook violently a few times.

A group of ancient gods and gods were banned because of their own Taoism, and they were all shaken to this side, lying on their backs, looking very embarrassed.

But compared to their own embarrassment, they were more worried about the situation of the real Chaoyang.

It's just that the center of the square is shrouded in thick smoke and dust. Without the support of Taoism, they can't see clearly at all.

However, a few screams could be heard before it could be heard in the dust and smoke. It was very short and miserable, and soon disappeared.

After a while, the dust dissipated, and the immortals discovered that there was a huge gap in the square that was being repaired by itself, but the real Chaoyang had disappeared.

At this moment, all the prehistoric gods understood what had happened.

They were silent, with unspeakable sadness and fear in their eyes.

"It's one to one now."

The tall Lingfeng stood in the sky, condescendingly looking down at the crowd of immortals and gods in the square like a god, and said calmly, "Who among you will fight now?"

No one answered him.

The immortals didn't know whether they were immersed in grief or felt that they were no match for Ling Feng, but no one stood up.

The noble middle-aged demon frowned, "It seems that I overestimated you... Just to remind you, if no one fights, if you don't fight ten times, all of you will be executed! "

As soon as these words came out, all the prehistoric gods in the square panicked.

Some eyes showed anxiety, some hesitated, and some looked sad and indignant...

Lingzhu in the crowd frowned slightly, clenched her fists and was about to step forward.

Yuan Hong on the side stretched out his hand to hold him, shook his head slightly and said, "I am a senior brother, and if I want to fight, I will fight first."

Lingzhu opened his mouth and was about to refute, but saw an old man with a clear face standing in front of him slowly walking out of the crowd, looking at Lingfeng in the air and saying: "My name is Master Xiangyang, and I am the teacher of Master Chaoyang. I am here to kill you." You avenge your disciples!"

"After killing an apprentice, another master comes?"

Ling Feng was a little surprised, and then laughed loudly: "Very good, I will send you master and apprentice to the road together today!"

Master Xiangyang didn't answer. He has gray hair and shawls, and is short in stature. He looks unattractive, but at the moment he looks unusually tall and stalwart!
He walked forward step by step, came to the center of the square, came to the place where his apprentice died in battle, and then looked up at the middle-aged demon.

The latter waved his hand and released the restraint on the collar around his neck.

In the next instant, a majestic breath surged out.

Although his body was a bit short, at this moment, he showed exuberant energy and blood, as if he was surrounded by a sea of ​​blood-colored stars, and his whole body was bathed in the supreme radiance like the sun.

Terrifying power fluctuations spread in all directions, causing Ling Feng to change color slightly.

"kill!"

Daoist Xiangyang made a move, using his strongest power directly, and the brilliant sun god radiance burst out from his primordial spirit, vibrating for nine days, and rushed towards Lingfeng.

"Good come!"

That Lingfeng was also imposing like a rainbow, full of devilish energy, with traces of bloody aura, like a great demon god who killed countless people.

The two powerhouses fight together, earth-shattering!

When their cultivation reached their level, they were already at the peak of the Golden Immortal (Heavenly Demon) level.

The destructive power they caused was unimaginable and terrifying.

It's just that there is a large formation around this square, and all the power can only erupt within a radius of ten thousand miles.

Even so, this folded space still has thick black cracks from time to time.

These are all space cracks caused by the battle between the two of them.

It makes people feel as if the more intense it is, the battlefield will be smashed to pieces.

This battle made the blood of countless immortal gods excited.

That Master Xiangyang was like a god of war, his strikes were extremely fierce, every blow was a way to kill the enemy, forcing the Lingfeng to keep retreating.

He seemed to have completely put life and death aside, even though his body was constantly eroded by the devil energy, he still did not retreat a single step, vowing to kill Ling Feng on the spot.

However, after only a hundred moves, he couldn't hold on anymore.

His whole body was eroded by the demonic energy and was riddled with holes, and every step forward, a large amount of blood rose up.

Without the Immortal Dao Fruit, his physical injuries could not be healed in an instant, and would only be continuously eroded by the devil energy.

"Katsa—poof!"

Master Xiang Yang lost an arm, which was torn off by the Ling Feng forcefully.

"Looks like you are just like that."

Ling Feng whispered with a sneer, pressing forward step by step, and started his own lore.

"what……"

Master Xiangyang roared, burning his own blood to fight him desperately.

It's just that no matter what kind of injuries Lingfeng received, he healed in an instant, but Master Xiangyang couldn't reshape his physical body, and the injuries piled up and became heavier and heavier.

After performing more than ten tricks, the head of Xiangyang Master was smashed by Ling Feng's slap, and the Yuanshen was also caught, and his hands turned into fly ash!

"unfair!"

"Too deceiving!"

"This kind of competition is meaningless!"

A group of immortals and gods in the square protested loudly, expressing their dissatisfaction and unwillingness, as well as their regret for Master Xiangyang and Master Chaoyang.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Master Xiang Yang is not weaker than Ling Feng.

It's just that because his own Immortal Dao Seal was suppressed by the Xiaotian Dao of the Outer Territory Heaven, his injuries could not be recovered, and he was forcibly consumed to death!

"You fellow prisoners have nothing to complain about!"

Ling Feng laughed loudly, operated his Heavenly Demon Dao Fruit, healed his injuries, and climbed back to his peak state, then looked down at the crowd of immortal gods in the square below, and said coldly: "Who will come next? "

"I!"

"I!"

Yuan Hong and Ling Zhuzi spoke together.

"I am Meishan Yuan... Sheng!"

"My name is Lingzhu... Daxian!"

The two got stuck at the same time, and reported a fake name at the same time, then looked at each other at the same time, and shouted: "You back down, let me do it!"

Perhaps it was the easy defeat of Master Xiangyang that gave Ling Feng confidence. He pointed at Yuan Hong and Ling Zhuzi, "You guys are interesting, let's go together!"