Chapter 1475

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Competing for Saint Luck

When Shui Zhe died, the Saint Luck in his body rushed out and poured into Zhuo Wen's glabella. Blazing golden light spilled out.

In an instant, the golden rune on Zhuowen's glabella began to expand and split into two more golden runes.

At this moment, there were three golden runes on Zhuowen's glabella. At this moment, Zhuowen quietly floated in the air with narrowed eyes, silently feeling the benefits of the Saint Luck.

Three golden runes meant that the effect of the Saint Luck was much more powerful than one golden rune.

Zhuowen had a total of five laws, and his understanding of the five laws of ice, fire, void, death, and desolation was becoming more and more profound.

The golden light from the three golden runes was extremely blazing. Even the back of Zhuowen's head was shining with a dazzling golden light, like a lifelike ancient Buddha.

"It's still not enough. Three golden runes are not enough."

Zhuowen's eyes narrowed, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. After expanding to three golden runes, his understanding of the laws was much deeper than before.

He was confident that in his current state, he could use the laws much more skillfully than before. There was no doubt that the power of the laws was much stronger than before.

"Number 60, Wen Zhuo's 655-win streak."

Cao Rong glanced sideways at Zhuowen and announced loudly, immediately causing an uproar in the seventh arena.

As for Zhuowen taking the Daytime Golden Wheel without blushing, he also turned a blind eye.

Although a Profound Saint Weapon was quite rare, it was only relative to the Ninth Netherworld Realm. For a colossus like the Primal Chaos Temple, a Profound Saint Weapon was actually not very rare.

In addition, Cao Rong was a Heavenly Saint, so he really did not covet the Daytime Golden Wheel in Zhuowen's hands.

Zhuowen walked down from the void step by step, welcoming the countless awe-inspiring gazes below the arena like a king.

"I didn't expect the winner of the 655-win streak in the seventh arena to be an unknown guy."

The number one genius of the Demon God Palace, Yun Ran, looked curiously at Zhuowen who was walking down from the arena.

Wu Die, who was standing beside Yun Ran, also looked at Zhuowen's back with a hint of curiosity.

She did not know why, but the young man in front of her gave her a very familiar feeling, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

But when she carefully looked at the young man's face, she found that he was still extremely Strange.

"So familiar, yet strange," Wu Die whispered, her heart trembling.

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"Now that the Point Challenge Tournament is over, the top 655 have been selected."

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Only a hundred out of three thousand people advanced. The elimination rate was too high. It was destined that only a few people would be able to enter the third stage.

"Those in the top hundred, follow me to the next area. Those who have been eliminated, return to the square in front of the Ninth Underworld Sky Platform."

After Cao Rong finished speaking, he leaped into the Void and headed to another area beside the Natural World.

As for the top hundred cultivators, they looked at each other and followed behind Cao Rong without any hesitation. As for the remaining people, they left the natural world in despair.

Outside the Ninth Underworld Sky Platform, countless people's eyes were focused on the list of the top hundred that Cao Rong had arranged.

Although many of the top hundred Martial Artists had the same number of points, there were even many who had full points.

But even if they had the same number of points, Cao Rong would still rank the Martial Artists according to their performance in the arena.

Among them, the top fifteen Martial Artists of the Arena Competition received the most attention.

First place, Qing Longzi.

Second place, Yan Ruhuo.

Third place, Yang Yi.

Fourth place, Gui Sha.

Fifth place, Flower Fairy.

Sixth place, Lü Hantian.

Seventh place, Tian Long.

Eighth place, Mo Wen.

Ninth place, Sha Zi.

Tenth place, Wen Zhuo.

Eleventh place, Yaksha.

Twelfth place, Yun Ran.

Thirteenth place, Jian Mu.

Fourteenth place, Supreme Demon Lord.

Fifteenth place, Buddhist Scripture.

Many dark horses had appeared in this Arena Competition. Originally, everyone thought that the top ten would be monopolized by the top geniuses of the Nine Underworld Realms, but this was not the case.

Among them, Yan Ruhuo, Lü Hantian, Long Tian, and Wen Zhuo were not famous in the Nine Underworld Realm, but now they had rushed into the top ten in one go. They could be said to be the most incredible dark horses of this Arena Competition.

In particular, Yan Ruhuo, Lü Hantian, and Long Tian were all Profound Sages. This kind of cultivation made many Martial Artists feel a little surprised.

As for Wen Zhuo, because he had not entered the Sage Realm, he was a little inconspicuous compared to Yan Ruhuo and the other two.

Seeing that both his Demonic and Buddhist avatars had entered the top fifteen, Zhuowen nodded inwardly, extremely satisfied in his heart.

Speaking of which, the two avatars were very talented. If it were not for the fact that they were Demonic Cultivators and Buddhist Cultivators, they would have already become Sages.

However, even though they had not entered the Sage Realm, the two avatars already had the strength of an initial Profound Sage. At least, ordinary Sages in the Void Sage Realm would not be able to do anything to these two avatars.

As for Wu Die, Mo Yan Wushang, Jia Nan, and Gatha, who Zhuowen paid more attention to, they had all entered the top hundred. However, Mo Lingtian was quite unlucky because he was assigned to the first arena, which was the arena where Qing Longzi was.

The comprehensive strength of the first arena was very strong. Although Mo Lingtian's cultivation was not weak, he was still eliminated in the first arena.

Among the top fifteen, in the Nine Underworld Realms, except for the Martial Dark Realm, there were more or less one or several disciples who had entered. However, there was not a single disciple from the Martial Dark Realm.

In fact, among the top hundred this time, there were only two disciples from the Martial Dark Realm, which made Wu Hou's expression extremely ugly.

These two disciples were both in the Ninth Heaven Emperor Realm before. Later, they relied on the Saint Luck to comprehend the laws and advance to the Invincible Emperor Realm.

"I hope Gu Hui and He Da can perform well in the third round."

Wu Hou's eyes were filled with helplessness. The core disciples and the number one prodigy of the Sacred Martial Sect were all killed by Zhuo Wen alone. In such a short period of time, the Sacred Martial Sect was unable to cultivate a truly powerful younger generation.

Thinking of this matter, the more Wu Hou thought about it, the angrier he became. He wished he could tear Zhuowen into pieces and grind his bones to dust.

The location of the third round was in the most central area of the Nine Underworld Platform. It was extremely large, spanning tens of thousands of miles.

There were dilapidated fences and dilapidated walls, a barren desert. Inside, there were rugged rocks and sand.

In the center of this land, there was a terrifying ravine that was hundreds of feet deep. It was as if the earth had been blasted open by a giant blade that was hundreds of feet long.

At the same time, there were dilapidated buildings scattered all over the place.

These buildings were like temples. The surface of the temples was pale yellow, as if they had been weathered for countless years.

In the sky above this land, there was a thick yellow fog.

This yellow fog was constantly changing, forming all kinds of shapes. There were birds and beasts, pavilions and terraces …

Moreover, Zhuowen could clearly feel that this fog was not as simple as a natural landscape. It was very likely that it had extremely powerful offensive power.

"The third round is called Fighting for Saint Luck. Being able to enter the third round means that you are already a genius among geniuses in this Nine Underworld Conference. Among you, the least has one golden pattern, and the most has four or five golden patterns."

Cao Rong floated above the fog, looking down at the people below, and continued in a clear voice, "Now, I can tell you clearly that the real benefit of Saint Luck is in this third round."

"In this third round, you can snatch the Saint Luck of others and absorb it into yourself."

"Moreover, once someone has ten golden patterns, they will directly become a Saint. Even if they have already become a Profound Sage, they will be able to advance by a small realm without any side effects."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the countless cultivators below burned with passion.

Especially for those cultivators who had yet to enter the Saint Realm, their eyes burst with a blazing light.

Even Qing Longzi, Yan Ruhuo, and the others, who had already become Profound Sages, were moved.

It was very difficult to become a Saint. If one did not have a heaven-defying opportunity or the full support of a great force, becoming a Saint was almost an unattainable dream.

Even if one became a Saint, the small realms they were divided into were extremely difficult to advance. It would take many years of accumulation to break through a small realm.

Now, in the third round, Fighting for Saint Luck, once the number of golden patterns between one's eyebrows reached ten, they could directly become a Saint or advance by a small realm. This benefit was absolutely heaven-defying.

"The third round is also the last round. Here, you can fight to your heart's content and vent to your heart's content."

"In the end, I will select the top nine and give you the keys to the Central Region. Of course, if any of you perform well, I will also recommend you to the Chaos Temple."

Cao Rong had his hands behind his back, quietly looking down at the crowd below. What he said made the crowd below burst into an uproar.

"The key to the Central Region, and the possibility of being recommended to the Chaos Temple?

This … "

Many cultivators were shocked. The key to the Central Region was already very attractive to them, not to mention the opportunity to be recommended to the Chaos Temple.

The Chaos Temple was a giant force in the Central Region, and its sphere of influence was much larger than the total area of the Ninth Netherworld Realm.

Moreover, it was said that the cultivation methods of the Arcanists of the Eastern Region, Southern Region, Arctic Region, and Western Region were inherited from the Chaos Temple of the Central Region.

It could be said that if one could climb up the Chaos Temple, they would undoubtedly have a meteoric rise in the future.

Not to mention Zhuowen, even Qing Longzi, Yan Ruhuo, and the other top geniuses, who were originally calm like an ancient well, became fanatical and restless.

"Brother Qing Longzi, how about we join forces to compete for Saint Luck?" Yan Ruhuo suddenly said to Qing Longzi.