The city wall is built with solid marble. From the beginning of the majestic city gate, it stretches to both sides until the end of the sight. It is majestic and majestic! On a long black stone, there are two big characters written: Nanming! The pen tip is strong and powerful, like a dragon and snake dancing wildly, with amazing momentum!

This is Nanming City!

On this day, a monk in black robe came from outside the city. His face was erect, his eyes were warm and bright, and his every move naturally showed extraordinary feeling!

This monk is Mo Yu! And this city is also the first city he saw when he entered the Central Region Continent.

"Nanming City... is worthy of the land of Zhongzhou. If you have any city, you will have such momentum! In this city, I can sense countless powerful auras, which can be called hidden dragons and creeping tigers!" Mo Yu thought silently, his eyes swept forward and suddenly flashed slightly.

I saw a huge arena not far from the city gate, and countless monks were surrounded inside and outside, and the sound of inspiring fights kept coming, which caused the onlookers to cheer!

"Li Daoyou is very strong!"

"Winning this game again will be the seventh round!"

"After ten rounds of battle, even if you are famous, even if you lose, you will be attracted by many forces!"

"Let's see how many rounds he can last!"

The noise and discussion came into my ears, and Mo Yu frowned slightly, but he didn't understand what the use of this arena was?

"Fellow Taoist should have come to participate in the Wushan event from a remote place, right? I'm down Guanli, maybe explaining some confusion to fellow Taoist." The person who spoke in his thirties was over thirty years old, with a white face and a close smile on his lips. A pair of gurgling eyes looked particularly smart.

Mo Yu had already noticed the man approaching, turned around and looked at him, and said, "Then I want to ask fellow Taoist stewards."

Guan Li smiled, but didn't say anything, and made a vague twisting move on his hand.

"Ten top-grade treasure crystals, fellow Taoist please tell me."

Guan Li's eyes were slightly bright, and his expression was still. He took away the treasure crystal. He coughed lightly and said, "Wushan, in the southeast of Nanming City, more than 230,000 miles away, belongs to the sphere of influence of the beast clan! There is a divine spring on this mountain that contains strange power. Both the beast clan and our human cultivators can enter and absorb it, and it is very likely to break through the bottleneck of cultivation! The most important point is that the power of this divine spring is only effective for cultivators below the seventh level. After breaking through the seventh level, whether spiritual or physical cultivation, you can obtain some powerful divine power or blood power!"

"Wushan Divine Spring is opened every thirty years! Our human race and the beast race have already agreed, and the divine spring is opened, and each side accounts for five places to enter each other! The five places of the beast race are divided equally by several major beast race groups, and our human race is for all sixth-level monks within 8 million miles of Chennan land!"

Speaking of this, Guan Li coughed again and looked up with a smile.

Mo Yu waved his sleeves and took out ten top-grade treasure crystals again.

Guan Li showed satisfaction on his face, accepted the treasure crystal, and continued: "My Chennan land is known as eight million miles. Although it is a little untrue, it is not much different. There are 637 cities with starry sky distribution! Each city has a certain number of places depending on its size! Take our Nanming City as an example. There are ten places in the medium-sized city! There are only five places in the small city, and there are twenty places in the big city, and there are super cities such as Huyan and Nanxing, and there are as many as eighty places!"

"But the quota here only means that it is qualified to seize the opportunity to enter the Wushan Divine Spring! All the divine springs have been opened, and they have been called the Wushan event, which attracted millions of monks from Chennan to participate, but in the end, there were only five people who could enter the Shenquan! However, this fellow Taoist does not need to be discouraged. After all, there are only five places, and there are also major families and geniuses in the sect to grab it. We are willing to set off the green leaves! Moreover, we have not lost our harvest in the Wushan event."

He turned around and pointed to the ring not far away, and smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, this ring is the place where I, Nanming City, robbed the quota for Wushan! The monks on stage are limited to the seventh level and need to accept challenges in a wheel battle manner. Those who are ranked in the top ten will naturally get this qualification. Even if they fail, it doesn't matter. If they perform brilliantly on the ring or last more than ten rounds, they will have the chance to be invited by all forces in Nanming City, and their status will increase greatly from then on!"

"If you overwhelm the heroes and win one of the ten places, you will immediately become the most dazzling cultivator in Nanming City! As long as you return alive from Wushan, you will be sought after by all forces! In fact, it is the only way to become famous and rise! Guan has seen that a monk made a big splash and was favored by a certain sect to join the wall. He will be extraordinary again from now on!"

Speaking of this, Guan Li couldn't help but feel a little more fanatical in his tone, and then he turned into depression! He had also participated in the ring battle, but in the end... this person shook his head secretly, quickly calmed down his mind, looked at Mo Yu, but couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

At the city gate, he took advantage of the grand event in Wushan to specifically explain the money to earn treasure crystals for the remote place that is unknown. He contacted hundreds of monks, but no one ever could still remain calm after hearing everything! For some reason, Guan Li suddenly felt a sense of awe in his heart. He had the idea of ​​selling some hearsay news in his heart and then earning treasure crystals, but he could no longer speak!

Mo Yu lowered his head and said nothing. His appearance was calm, but his eyes were bright! Unexpectedly, he would encounter such a grand event when he first entered the Central Region Continent!

Wushan Divine Spring!

Break through the bottleneck and have the chance to obtain powerful natural magical powers or bloodline power!

Now, Mo Yu is no longer a small monk in Four Seasons City. As his cultivation level is stronger, his vision will increase as he increases! He naturally knows what this means!

In the world's practice, the seventh level is a crucial watershed!

The beast tribe practices, breaking through the seventh level, can transform the human body, and will no longer be restricted by the body! For human monks, spiritual cultivation can first sense the plane rules, and physical cultivation can awaken the bloodlines in the body! However, in this process, very few people can successfully obtain the power of heavenly gifts or bloodlines! Once obtained, their own strength will increase greatly, which also indicates that there is a possibility of advancing to a higher level!

In the demigod ruins, Mo Yu used the Zhuguo to refine divine blood, and the powerful power generated was absorbed by the blood vessels to strengthen himself, and nearly half was used to [body-forge] to form a left hand that reached the strength of the demigod body! But there was still some power, in this process, absorbed by Mo Yu's body, promoting his body to the peak level of the War King!

One step away from the War Emperor Realm! He clearly realized that his body had touched a bottleneck, but for a moment, there was no sign of breakthrough! And this Wushan Divine Spring might help him to step into the War Emperor Realm in one fell swoop. By then, his cultivation level would increase greatly. Even if Zhu Guo did not lose the trump card of the Black Spear, the black spear, it would be enough to have a certain amount of self-protection in the Central Region Continent!

Moreover, Mo Yu is also looking forward to what kind of bloodline will he generate by refining divine blood, strengthening his bloodline, absorbing the power of the divine spring, and breaking through the seventh level?

This luck cannot be missed!

He looked up, "Can there be monks intervene in the ring battle?"

Guan Li came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "The battle on the arena is a grand event in Wushan. It is the rules that our peerless powerful people in the human race. No one dares to intervene openly!"

Mo Yu put down the last doubt in his heart, bowed his hand slightly, and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist Guan Li, say goodbye!" He turned around and strode towards the arena, his eyes showing firmness!

The land of Chennan is eight million miles, and the range is unimaginable! There must be many geniuses and countless strong people!

But one of these five places must belong to him!

must!

Guan Li looked at Mo Yu's back and explained it many times before that most of the monks he met rushed straight to the ring like Mo Yu, but most of them were easily defeated and ended miserably. There were very few who could survive ten rounds!

He did not feel the strong aura from Mo Yu, but when he thought of his always calm expression, Guan Li suddenly felt that he might be different. After hesitation, Guan Li gritted his teeth and followed him, walked towards the ring, while mocking himself, "If he fails, I will come back soon, and it won't be too late..."

On the ring, two monks were fighting together. Both were in the realm of the King of War. Their qi and blood were rolling around, and they made the ring tremble and roar! But the ring obviously blessed a certain formation power, which was enough to withstand the sixth level of power without destroying it!

Mo Yu walked forward, and the monks ahead were forced to open by invisible force. Everyone was roaring excitedly, but no one noticed his arrival. Although he decided to take action, Mo Yu was not in a hurry. He was in the audience for the time being to observe the battle between other monks!

Soon, his eyes flashed slightly and he thought to himself that the King of War in the Blue Shirt was about to lose! Sure enough, after trying to support two moves, this man was stamped on his chest with a palm, his face pale and fell into the surrounding crowd, unwilling to be defeated!

"I'll fight you!"

While drinking, another Spirit King cultivator flew onto the stage. Relying on his flexible body skills, he began to fight with the War King cultivator! But after a short while, the man was defeated again. After ate the War King punch, blood gushed between his mouth and nose!

The monk Wang of the Battle on the ring laughed wildly, "Happy! Happy! Who will fight?" He was sweating all over his body, and a scar on the corner of his forehead turned red due to congestion, just like the third words that were opened, with a terrifying momentum!

"The monk from Purgatory Valley!"

"There is no such lunatic besides this place!"

"It's the ninth round, and another battle, even if you are an elite monk, it's really enviable!"

"Hehe, it's useless to envy. I don't want to fight with such a lunatic! Nine people, each of them seriously injured, but this person's attacks are getting heavier and heavier!"

Hearing the awe-inspiring words in his ears, Mo Yu frowned slightly. In his eyes, the strength of the Purgatory Valley King was nothing, but his methods in fighting were extremely fierce. His physical strength and strength were far above that of the ordinary King of War. He even mastered a certain secret technique of short-term explosion! Moreover, from his ease of performance, he should still have the strength to do so, and he had not fully exploded!

However, a mere Nanming City, the monks who support the ninth round of the arena have such strength. The Central Region Continent is indeed a holy place to cultivate! The overall strength of the monks is far from comparable to that of remote places! It is conceivable that those real geniuses must have extremely terrifying strength!

Mo Yu remained silent, but he felt a little more cautious! Although he was extremely confident in his own strength, it seemed that he would have to be more careful in the competition for the Wushan Divine Spring quota!

While he was thinking, a spiritual king cultivator had already stepped onto the arena again and started the tenth round of battles, fighting with the King of Purgatory Valley!
Chapter completed!