Chapter 322

"The Nine Nether Holy Water is also called the Nine Netherworld Water. It is said that it is the water flowing from the river of Hades. It can break the vitality and summon the calamity of death. In addition, it has infinite vitality and can completely offset the danger of death. It can be said that as long as Once you get these two things, you can smoothly and instantly push your cultivation level up two levels without any worries.

Even in a top holy land like Wanchu Jiuyou, not every saint can enjoy this kind of treatment.

So I say that the three top holy places have really spent a lot of money this time..."

Lian Hai said with emotion.

Gu Shaoyang couldn't help but feel a little hot in his heart.

These two things can save him a lot of hard time and greatly narrow the gap between him and those top talents at the top of the realm of life and death.

Moreover, these two treasures contain infinite vitality and ghostly death energy, which represent the ultimate in their respective fields. They may be of great benefit to Gu Shaoyang in understanding the power of life and death.

As for the Shinto tablet, his martial arts will has been established, so he doesn't value it much.

"Although the rewards are generous, after all,"803" is still prepared for the Holy Sons of the Holy Land and has nothing to do with us."

"Yes, the gap between the disciples of the sect and the disciples of the Holy Land is too big. This time, the number one among ten thousand sects is beyond the reach of the disciples of the Holy Land."

"Not necessarily. Gu Shaoyang of the Hanhai Sect has amazing fighting power. He might have a chance..."

"Haha, although Gu Shaoyang is strong, he is only the king of the sect under the Holy Land. Still cannot be compared with the Holy Son of the three top holy places.."

The commotion caused by the three major rewards slowly subsided, and thousands of disciples in the field were talking about it.

Although the rewards are so generous that it makes people jealous, not many people actually sign up.

Everyone knew in their hearts that this competition was mainly between all the Holy Sons of the Holy Land, and had nothing to do with them, the sect disciples who were in the middle or lower third grade.

The reason why the three top holy places are willing to give out such precious treasures is that the wealth will not flow to outsiders.

Gu Shaoyang naturally signed up, and there were also some fourth-grade sect disciples who had reached the realm of life and death.

Many people don't go there for the rewards, but more to learn the strength of the Holy Son of the Holy Land and hone their own martial arts.

The competition among the ten thousand disciples was still conducted by drawing lots.

Everyone who participated in the competition received a jade plaque.

Gu Shaoyang used a finger pen to carve the six words"Gu Shaoyang, Hanhai Zong" on the jade plaque, and then threw the jade plaque into the air.

There is a force that wraps the jade tablet.

Dozens of jade tablets were suspended in the air, spinning in circles, and then scattered in all directions like shooting stars.

Gu Shaoyang stretched out his hand to grab a jade tablet and saw that it read:"Holy Land of Hiding the Moon, Mu Zhuo."

The two jade tablets were connected with each other's qi. Gu Shaoyang looked up along the qi. The handsome young man in a moon-white gown smiled contemptuously and playfully at him.

Gu Shaoyang ignored it, but calmed down and looked at the competition stage calmly.

"Xuan Bing Sect.."

The first battle started soon, and the one who took the stage was the Xuan Bing Zongzi who had fought against Gu Shaoyang before.

Although Xuan Bing Zongzi was defeated by Gu Shaoyang with one punch, his strength in the third level of life and death realm is still good, and he has a chance to survive one or two rounds in the competition.

But the next moment..

"..Battle, Holy Son of Nine Nethers!"

Xuan Bing Zongzi's face suddenly changed drastically, and he was as pale as a piece of paper.

Unexpectedly, his opponent turned out to be the Holy Son of Jiuyou!

Although he is not the first Holy Son of Jiuyou Holy Land, as a Holy Son level figure in the top Holy Land, Undoubtedly, he is one of the most powerful people recognized in this Ten Thousand Sect Competition.

Xuan Bing Zongzi’s luck is really bad.

Gu Shaoyang saw a handsome young man wearing a black robe, luxurious, aloof and domineering, slowly walking out.The moment Xuan Bing Zongzi saw the handsome young man, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Black Ice Nether Palm!"

Zongzi Xuanbing shouted low, and shot out a faint blue light from his hand, shooting towards Holy Son Jiuyou quickly.

He had to take action first, otherwise Zongzi Xuanbing felt that he would be under the terrifying pressure of Holy Son Jiuyou. He didn't even have the courage to take action.

The faint blue light turned into a translucent palm in mid-air, and quickly expanded, and extremely cold air emanated from the palm.

The entire ten-mile radius of the competition platform seemed to have erupted in an instant. It's the twelfth lunar month of winter.

This cold air is enough to freeze the average fourth-level warrior in the realm of life and death.

But facing such a terrifying palm, the face of Holy Son Jiuyou showed deep disdain and a sneer.

"It's ridiculous to play with the cold energy in front of my Jiuyou Holy Land.."

As he spoke, Holy Son Jiuyou casually punched in front of him.

"click.."

The faint blue palm print suddenly shattered, and Xuan Bing Zongzi also seemed to be hit by an invisible force. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

He fell to the ground, his lips were blue, as if he had been frostbitten by the cold.

"hiss.."

Everyone gasped.

Xuan Bing Zongzi, one move, defeated!

Although Gu Shaoyang had defeated the Xuan Bing Zongzi with one move before, compared with the Jiuyou Holy Son, the latter was undoubtedly much easier.

Holy Son Jiuyou knocked away Xuan Bing Zongzi with one punch, his expression as casual as if he was swatting away an insect.

The two are not opponents on the same level at all.

The Holy Son of Jiuyou is so terrifying!

Gu Shaoyang narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the Holy Son of Jiuyou on the stage, and thought to himself: This person is so strong! At least the cultivation level of the sixth level of life and death realm is three levels higher than his!

In the following competition, saint-level figures from all major holy places appeared one after another.

Each one is a dragon among men, extremely powerful.

Among them, the ones that Gu Shaoyang fears the most are, besides the Holy Son of Jiuyou, the third Holy Son of Wanchu Holy Land and the third Holy Son of Daoyan Holy Land.

The two of them, like the Holy Son of Jiuyou, are at least in the sixth level of the life and death realm. They are much higher than everyone else on the field. Any shot they make is shocking.

"Hanhai Sect, Gu Shaoyang... facing the Holy Land of Hidden Moon, Mu Zhuo!"

Suddenly Gu Shaoyang's name was called, and it was finally his turn to take the stage to compete.

The eyes of the surrounding sect disciples suddenly lit up, with anticipation in their eyes.

Gu Shaoyang dominated the crowd at the sect's product selection conference, and he didn't know who he was going to be. How will the saint-son-level characters of the Holy Land behave?

"Although Hidden Moon Holy Land is only a third-grade holy land, Mu Zhuo is the second holy son of Hidden Moon Holy Land and is extremely powerful."

"Mu Zhuo may be stronger than Qin Wufeng of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect..."

"I don't know who is stronger or weaker between him and Gu Shaoyang?"

Mu Zhuo is wearing a moon-white gown, a jade crown and a folding fan. He is elegant and truly a first-rate, peerless handsome man.

He and Gu Shaoyang, one in white and one in black, are standing on the stage. They both have peerless looks and look extremely beautiful. It's pleasing to the eye.

But the words are tit for tat.

"You're really unlucky to meet me in the first round..."

Mu Zhuo said to Gu Shaoyang with a smile.

Gu Shaoyang had no expression on his face and replied calmly:"It should be because you have bad luck."

"Rather, he has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth."

A cold light flashed in Mu Zhuo's eyes, and he unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and suddenly a large area of ​​cold moonlight came out. This moonlight was cold and sharp, and it was sharper and more terrifying than the light of a sword, giving people a feeling of great palpitations. Feeling.

Gu Shaoyang's expression remained unchanged, and Qixing Longyuan quietly unsheathed.

0.3"锵——"

"My only sword!"

A unique sword light in the sky and the earth appeared, easily tearing apart the cold moonlight.

The remaining power did not diminish, and continued to slash towards Mu Zhuo.

Mu Zhuo's face changed slightly, and he flapped the folding fan in his hand quickly, continuously sprinkling more and colder In the moonlight, there was even a faint cold moon slowly rising from behind him...

At this moment, a cold figure suddenly appeared behind him, and punched out with a fist wrapped in thunder and fire.

"boom!"

Leng Yue was directly smashed to pieces by this extremely domineering punch. Mu Zhuo was hit with a punch in the back and a sword in the chest. His whole body suddenly flew away, and the blood spurting from his mouth dyed his moon-white gown red...

Gu Shaoyang stood in the void, looked at Mu Zhuo condescendingly, and said coldly:"I told you earlier, it's because of your bad luck..."

Mu Zhuo was ashamed and angry, and spat out a mouthful of blood again.

Two moves defeated Holy Son of the Moon, simply and neatly!

The eyes of the onlookers and the saint sons from various holy places suddenly changed when they looked at Gu Shaoyang, and they became a little more fearful..._

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