Cultivating Immortals From Prison

Chapter 371 The Second Round of Godly Battle

The closer they got to the inner city, the more crowded the monks were, and when they reached the inner west gate, they were already rubbing against each other's shoulders.

Fortunately, the monks can control the temperature of the body with power, so although there are many people, they don't feel hot.

The monks who entered the top [-] in the battle of gods are now the most influential figures in the holy city.

Every time a person appeared, there would be a bang from under the altar, followed by the gazes of countless people watching.

The [-] Tianjiao monks who entered the second round of the battle of the gods are distributed in the four districts of the outer city of the holy city.

The Crown Prince of Han, the Holy Son of Jinyang, the Holy Maiden of Jinyang, the Holy Son of Bahuang, Gu Shen and others all came to the Inner West Gate, waiting for a battle on the stairs.

The atmosphere among several people was a little strange.

The Crown Prince of Han is lonely, with his hands behind his back, and his aura is overwhelming. In this crowded place, no one dares to approach him within three to five feet of him. He would glance over at Gu Shen.

The Son of Jinyang kept a straight face, showing no emotion, but he would look at the Saintess of Jinyang from time to time, and immediately frowned.

However, the Holy Maiden of Jinyang has never looked at the Son of Jinyang, her curious beautiful eyes often look at Gu Shen, not knowing whether the two had a personal relationship or why.

Gu Shen was talking in a low voice with the young man beside him, that child was very calm and precocious beyond his age.

Bahuang Shengzi sat down cross-legged on the ground, adjusted his state, and prepared for the second round of the upcoming battle of gods.

These few people are the focus of this place.

Not long after, the voice of the messenger of the Holy City rang in everyone's ears.

"Everyone, in a quarter of an hour, the second round of the battle of gods will begin, and the first group of monks is preparing to ascend the altar."

As soon as the woman's voice fell, a strong will descended, and a new content suddenly appeared in the minds of countless monks in the holy city.

"The first group: the prince of the Great Xia Dynasty and the Holy Son of the Eight Desolation."

"The second group: Prince Han and the successor of Lianhua Temple."

"The third group: Goddesses of the Wusheng Sect and descendants of the Xuanbing Sword Sect."

"The fourth group: the Holy Son of Xuanwu Tiangong and the Holy Son of Yunwu Villa."

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"Group Ten: The Fourth Prince of the Great Qi Dynasty and the Holy Maiden of Jinyang."

"Group No. 11: Shengzi Jinyang and Gu Shen."

"Group No. 12: Son of Taixuan and Son of Ice Valley."

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"Group No. 15: Son of Buddha and Son of God."

The Holy City has already arranged the fifteen groups of monks for the second round of the battle of the gods into different categories.

Whoosh!
Bahuang Shengzi suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling light shot out.

In the southern part of the outer city, the prince of the Great Xia Dynasty was also shocked, and his heart was full of fighting spirit. He originally thought that it would be best if he appeared late, so he could see other people's fighting skills first, but since it is the first group, there is no need fear.

A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The Holy Son of the Eight Desolations and the Crown Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty ascended the altar from the western and southern areas of the outer city respectively.

The second round of the battle of gods is about to begin.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and looked at the altar.

The spiritual consciousness of the monks is bound in the holy city, so that the spiritual consciousness of the monks cannot be released too far, but the altar is different. If the spiritual consciousness of the monks is released to the altar, it is not bound, and the whole situation on the altar can be easily captured in the eyes.

But above the altar, there is a certain rule that manifests, which continuously weakens the monk's spiritual consciousness to the point where it can only be probed and cannot interfere in the slightest.

Some people were particularly emotional. They participated in the betting, and bet heavily on the Holy Son of the Eight Desolation or the Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty. The relationship between the outcome of these two people is very important.

On the altar, there was a vast expanse of gray-white boulders spread out to the distance, giving the monks on both sides a very spacious space.

The Holy Son of the Eight Desolation and the Crown Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty were separated by hundreds of feet, but compared to the two of them, this distance was almost nothing, and it came in an instant.

And between the two, a tall figure slowly emerged.

According to historical records, the envoys selected by the Holy City in the past were quite diligent, but this time the envoys of the Holy City have nothing to do with the word "diligence".Most of the time, I don't see anyone, and I only show up at critical moments when I have to show up.

Now that the second round of the battle of gods is about to begin, Chen Ye reappeared to preside over the overall situation.

"Fighting, start."

After simply saying four words, the figure that Chen Ye had just emerged slowly disappeared again.

But at this moment, no one pays attention to Chen Ye anymore. Even if she is exquisite, beautiful and temperamental, for monks, fighting skills are much more important than beauty!
On the altar, the battle is imminent.

A halberd appeared out of thin air in the hands of the Son of the Eight Desolation. This is a top-grade spiritual weapon. He waved the halberd and threw it head-on at the prince of the Great Xia Dynasty.

But the other party can be established as the prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, which naturally has its own advantages. A golden sword appeared in his hand, exuding an astonishing aura. spirit weapon.

Everyone knew that with their identities and backgrounds, if the holy city hadn't imposed restrictions on the battle of the gods, they might be holding holy artifacts.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Some monks with low cultivation bases just watched the fun and wanted to feel a sense of participation.

But those monks with high cultivation bases carefully watched every move and style of the two people's confrontation, and carefully figured it out.

"You say, in this battle, who wins and who loses?"

"Although the Eight Desolation Holy Land has been strong for generations, it is not an ancient holy land after all. Compared with the Great Xia Dynasty, its background is still much worse. I feel that Prince Xia is more successful."

"That's right, although Prince Xia is not as famous as Prince Han, to be established as a prince by the Great Xia Emperor is a bit better than other princes. He must be an extremely talented and unparalleled fighter. Prince Xia is more likely to win."

"Don't forget, the Holy Land of the Eight Desolation was created by Patriarch Junxuan. Patriarch Junxuan is known as the most talented person since ancient times. Due to the drastic changes in the rules of heaven and earth, he had no chance to ascend to the Immortal Realm, but he challenged the unrivaled world in the five regions of China back then. The strong man, and what's even more frightening is that he won all of them. He is really invincible in the world. Before he sat down, he regretted that he could not ascend to the fairy world, leaving behind the secret skill "Eight Desolation Halberd", according to various ancient books According to records, Patriarch Junxuan is the only one who can create a secret technique with a Mahayana cultivation base."

"That's right, Patriarch Junxuan is amazingly talented. It's a pity, a pity, he didn't have the chance to ascend to the fairy world. If he could be born a thousand years earlier, he might catch up."

"It is said that Patriarch Junxuan even challenged the Immortal Artifact back then, and there was no winner or loser, so we don't know if it's true or not."

"Ancestor Junxuan is a figure who has been lost for a million years after all. In today's cultivation world, we still need those people in the stands."

While everyone was talking, on the altar, the winner was about to be decided.

(End of this chapter)