Cultivating Immortals From Prison

Chapter 366 The first round is over, the strongest 30 people
in secret.

Gu Shen looked at the ten ghost-headed swords that were slashing head-on, bent his palms, and a sharp sword aura shot out.

This is the first time since the first round of God War, he used Taibai Sword Qi for the first time.

The ten ghost-headed broadswords were astonishingly powerful, but in front of Taibai Jianqi, they were as immature as pieces of tofu, smashed through and dissipated on the altar.

In another secret realm.

The Crown Prince of Han pushed his palms flat, two golden dragons whizzed out and wiped out all ten ghost-headed swords.

On the altar, fell into silence.

No one knows how many monks are left on the altar.

No one knows whether there will be a more powerful Ghost Head Broadsword appearing.

But thinking about it, it should be over.

In a secret place.

The Buddha was still sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, a cold feeling permeated his skin.

Facing the ten ghost-headed swords, he looked a little dignified, and threw the Buddhist beads in his hand.

boom!
When the gunpowder smoke cleared, the Buddhist beads returned to the Buddha's hands, and the ten ghost-headed swords also disappeared.

On the Buddha beads, the originally bright Buddha light dimmed a bit.

"Amitabha."

The Buddha whispered a Buddha's name.

On the altar, there was silence.

In a secret place.

The fourth prince of the Great Qi Dynasty waved his hands, and a long regular chain extended from the tip of each finger, like the roots of a big tree.

Ten regular chains tightly wound the ten ghost-headed swords, and within a few breaths, the ten ghost-headed swords disappeared.

The fourth prince of the Great Qi Dynasty twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, looked up at the sky above, then quickly looked away, and waited quietly.

In a secret place.

The woman is tall, fair-skinned, with an exquisite and beautiful face. Her long golden-brown hair flutters in the wind, her expression is indifferent, and her eyes are captivating. She raised her right hand and formed a golden phoenix wing that was tens of feet in size. The golden phoenix wings shot out, easily and smoothly cutting the ten ghost-headed swords into two pieces.

"Humph."

This woman is extremely proud, with her hands behind her back, her long golden brown hair gently dancing, showing her domineering aura.

Some people blocked the ten ghost-headed swords, but more people still couldn't hold on.

The silhouettes of many monks flew out from the altar, and some of them were almost split in two, and their robes were stained red with blood.

Countless pairs of eyes below stared at this scene, discussing the monks who flew out, and discussing who else has survived until now.

Because whether it is the monks who are still standing on the altar, or the monks who have been beaten and flew out, they are all the arrogance of a large domain and have a prominent reputation.

in secret.

The monks who survived are all running their exercises, trying to make up for the consumed mana as soon as possible.

It would be great if pills could be used, but when the supreme will came, it was clearly mentioned that during the battle of gods, pills cannot be swallowed, and magic weapons above the top grade spiritual weapon cannot be used and many other conditions.

Although this is distressing, especially some monks who are good at alchemy are extremely depressed, but there is no way, the decree under the Holy City is like this, they can only obey, fortunately, everyone is not allowed to use pills, it is a little fairer, after all At this point, no one will be short of pills.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little frightened and worried. If it continues, there is no guarantee that they can survive.

But what made them feel relieved was that the ghost head sword did not appear again, and the surrounding environment began to change.

Some chaotic energy gradually emerged in all directions, and everything seemed to be in vain.

On the altar, in various secret realms, the monks looked dignified, but they were not panicked. Most of them knew what was going on, and even a casual cultivator with no background like Gu Shen could roughly guess it.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a quarter of an hour, or two quarters of an hour, or half an hour, or even longer.

The chaotic atmosphere gradually dissipated, and the situation on the altar was displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

Gu Shen looked around, he was no longer the only one on the altar, but there were many figures added.

"29, including me, exactly 30 people."

Gu Shen was secretly startled.

In the first round of God Wars promotion, the strongest 30 people need to be selected, but now there are exactly 30 people. It seems that there is no problem, but the key is that everyone is facing the same trial. The strength of the power, maybe there will be a few fewer or more people.

For that kind of supreme power, Gu Shen felt a deep longing in his heart.

"Huh? It's her."

Gu Shen observed the 30 people present on the altar, and most of them he had an impression of, and he knew about the information about Yanyu Pavilion, but there was one person who did not appear in the information about Yanyu Pavilion.

It was a woman, a tall and beautiful woman with exquisite face, slightly deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, light red lips, and long golden brown hair hanging behind her.At this moment, the woman had her hands behind her back, her long golden brown hair fluttering in the wind, her expression was indifferent, her eyes were frightening, and she was the only one who respected me.

Gu Shen noticed that the Holy Son of Ice Valley and the descendant of the Xuanbing Sword Sect were standing beside the blond woman, but the two of them moved slowly to put some distance away from the mysterious woman, obviously very afraid.

Gu Shen had seen that mysterious woman before, and she was extremely impressed. Gu Shen was still at the Nascent Soul stage, and the mysterious woman made a bold move against the Golden Armored General of the Great Xia Dynasty at the Transformation Stage and Hei Wuchang, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul. , easily beheaded the golden armor general, Hei Wuchang was seriously injured and fled.

Gu Shen remembered that at the beginning, this woman was about the early stage of Huashen cultivation, but now she has reached the [-]th level of Huashen in just a few years. I heard that other monks entered the country so quickly.

"It's not easy, it's not right."

Gu Shen frowned, remembering one thing, he vaguely heard the golden armor general talk about the identity of this woman, "Witch of the Wusheng Cult?"

"Could this witch of the Wusheng Cult be the saint of the Wusheng Cult?

"The Wusheng Cult is the holy land of the Western Demonic Dao, and there are many conflicts with many top forces. It is also possible that the Great Xia Dynasty derogated the saint of the Wusheng Cult as a witch."

Although he couldn't confirm the identity of the mysterious woman, Gu Shen made some guesses based on the little information he had known. Although it may not be accurate, at least he had some confidence in his heart.

It's just that Gu Shen noticed that there was something wrong with the way the prince of the Great Xia Dynasty looked at the mysterious woman, hatred?awe?
It shouldn't be.

Gu Shen was puzzled.

Xu Shi noticed Gu Shen's sizing up, and the mysterious woman turned her head, her pair of beautiful eyes pierced Gu Shen like a sharp sword, making one subconsciously want to dodge.

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PS: Brothers and sisters, the third update has been delivered. There are a lot of chores today, and I am almost overwhelmed. Fortunately, I persevered.

I'm going to sleep, I'm going to sleep, I can't hold it anymore.

(End of this chapter)