Wu alchemy body

Chapter 963 The Ladder Battle Ends

And the only thing that can repair Jinshu's injuries is the soul treasure, and the most miraculous thing is the divine power of the gods, which is the power of gods, contains divinity, and is more effective than any panacea.

You must know that the protoss like to slave other races, and other races also like to hunt the protoss, their blood and souls have miraculous effects.

What surprised Sun Yi was that the divine power around him poured into the golden book in the sea of ​​consciousness along his body, making a gurgling sound.

"That's fine too." Sun Yi was speechless, he was also happy not to bear the pressure of divine power, he just needed to make himself a carrier to help Jinshu absorb the divine power.

But at this moment, Shenzi's powerful hand that shook the sky suddenly struck the bell for the last time, turning into a force that overwhelmed the rivers and spread out, covering everyone in endless divine power.

In this last wave, some of the geniuses of the first echelon were blown out in front of the crowd, swept away by divine power, their bodies were torn to pieces, and they fell completely on the spot.

On this jade-colored ladder, not only had to bear the divine power of the Son of God, but also the terrifying pressure of himself, a genius with weaker strength couldn't bear it.

"Ah, ah, ah...!"

Several terrifying roars came out, and a hundred blood mist rose from the farthest third echelon on the spot, and the broken power of the Hundred Laws surged into the sky. Fell at this moment.

There were even more fighters who rolled down the jade-colored stairs directly, the strength of the Son of God was too terrifying.

Even Yan Wushuang was a little unbearable, the horrible blood flowed out from the seven orifices, he just stopped in his tracks.

"The dao bell has rung, son of God, you should leave the arena, and wait for the next round of competition to begin." Dao Emperor Bingyue said coldly.

"Even the mere strength of this Son of God is unbearable, the warriors of the human race are too weak."

When the Son of God saw those warriors who were still in distress on the jade-colored stairs, he smiled triumphantly and stood aside.

"Then the competition will continue."

"Then it's time to see the strength of my golden son. In the end, I must teach the god boy who knows nothing about the sky and the earth." The golden son was the closest to the high platform, and came to the high platform with a sprint.

I saw him staring at the ancient clock, his brilliant golden arms suddenly stretched out, and a terrifying force rolled from his body into the sky.

"Golden Heaven!"

A country seemed to appear from the arms of the golden saint son, and countless phantoms emerged in the golden light, which were the martial arts of the golden saint clan. With that punch, the whole dao clock trembled crazily, and the power turned golden Ze.

I saw a golden and piercing light wave spreading out, making the faces of many geniuses extremely dignified, and they used the power of the law to protect their bodies.

"What a powerful force." Sun Yi stomped his footsteps, his tyrannical energy and blood burned, and an endless halo shrouded his whole body, blocking the radiation of the golden light.

This is no better than the power of the Son of God, the Golden Book can absorb it, and it depends on him to bear it.

The golden heaven was divided into three waves, one wave was fiercer and more terrifying than the last wave, making the entire jade-colored ladder full of golden halos, many warriors in the third echelon could not bear it anymore, and many geniuses were bombarded by the power of the heavenly kingdom It became a blood mist.

At this moment, hundreds of people were bombarded and killed again, and died on the jade-colored stairs.

"What a frightening competition. In such a short period of time, no less than three hundred geniuses paid the price with their lives."

Everyone trembled in their hearts. This is not Chinese cabbage. Everyone is a genius at the level of the emperor and has a bright future. It is difficult for many people to accept that they died in this competition.

After the Golden Son rang the bell, he looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and stepped aside.

After the bell rang, Sun Yi's breath was calm and his robes fluttered. This kind of coercion alone could not hurt him.

It was only at this moment that everyone understood why there was no ranking in this competition, but because the laggards had to bear the bombardment of the more powerful people, and the more they suffered in the end.

Countless geniuses will be eliminated in this competition, and the death rate in this competition is higher than that of any previous competition.

"Speed ​​up to the high platform, you can't delay the time." Sun Yi and the others looked at each other, no longer hiding their clumsiness, and strode frantically towards the high platform.

All the geniuses also understood this truth, and stepped onto the high platform one after another before others.

At this moment, Fu Yi's eyes flickered, and he stepped onto the high platform as the third one. With a grin, he also chose to ring the ancient clock.

The power of a fierce beast spread along the clock, and there seemed to be endless chaotic beasts opening their bloody mouths, which were even more powerful than the Golden Son.

Sun Yi frowned and settled on the ladder to bear Fu Yi's power, feeling that Fu Yi was like a terrifying beast, not a bit human-like.

The power of the ferocious beast made him feel bloodthirsty in his body, and the golden light scattered Fu Yi's power away.

"Back!" Some geniuses with weaker geniuses first endured two waves of bell bombardment, and they could no longer bear it, and they flickered down the stairs one by one.

Dao Emperor Bingyue saw this, and the retreaters sprinkled a force on them, sending them away from here safely.

Although these geniuses are destined not to be able to shine in the prosperous age, but as god emperors, they can fight against the gods in the troubled times in the future, and they can produce a few powerful emperors, so it would be a pity to die like this.

On the jade-colored stairs.

After Fu Yi rang the dao bell, many geniuses came up to the high platform, some chose to ring some others but did not ring the dao bell.

There is no other reason, they are not alone, but represent the Zongmen family. Ringing the Taoist bell can certainly eliminate many opponents, but also eliminate people from the same sect.

"I won't ring the bell anymore." Shi Yan stepped onto the high platform and gave up ringing the bell.

Time flies by quickly.

The four of Sun Yi teamed up to catch up with the geniuses of the first echelon and stepped onto the high platform.

Standing on the high platform, the four of them also chose to give up ringing the bell, which was meaningless. In the elimination, they could only eliminate some weak people, which was of little significance.

At this moment, the competition on the jade-colored ladder is coming to an end, and the geniuses who should climb up to the high platform have gathered here.

Looking at it, most of the warriors who can ascend to the high platform are in the realm of the empress stage, and only a few warriors in the middle stage of becoming emperor and a few warriors in the early stage of becoming emperor have ascended the stage.

The ringing of this bell was too terrifying, the power directly eliminated nearly [-]% of the warriors, not including the geniuses who couldn't climb the high platform.

At this moment, Daoist Emperor Bingyue looked around, and said expressionlessly: "In the first round of the jade-colored ladder competition, there were a total of 3000 geniuses who successfully climbed the high platform. Tomorrow, the next ranking competition will take place."

Leave a day for these geniuses to recover, otherwise it will be too disadvantageous for the warriors who climbed onto the high platform later.

After all, these geniuses each found their own position, closed their eyes and crossed their knees.

After the words of Emperor Bingyue Daoist fell, the great emperor accompanied by the various forces sighed in his heart. Eighteen thousand geniuses climbed the ladder strongly, but only 3000 people stepped on the ladder. This kind of elimination rate is too shocking, and There are more than 1000 emperor-level geniuses who have fallen, which can be called a horror.

And those who can stay are almost the strongest in the generation of the ancient capital of the great merchants. What is sighing is that there will be many outstanding talents who will fall in the list of becoming emperors.

(End of this chapter)