Granny Hua Geng also had a smile on her face and said: "This is a misty thing about luck, it can only happen once and for all. No matter how good luck is, it depends on strength after all."

The old ape Shan Kun finally felt a little more balanced. This time, the opponent chosen by the saint from his tribe was one who could enter the top 100.

The last time the Mountain River Giant Ape Tribe met the Holy Son of the Giant Whale Sea Tribe among the seven superior tribes in the third round due to unlucky reasons, they were directly suppressed and defeated.

It remains to be seen what the luck will be this time.

And Qing Ling, who got a bye, was naturally looked at and admired by many foreign races. This is really unlucky!

Among the seven sea royal clans very close to the front, a purple gauze woman from the deep sea snake clan looked at Qing Ling, her thoughts were spinning in her heart. Others did not know, but as one of the seven sea royal clans whose status was superior to other vassals, she knew,

This elder from the Golden Dragon Clan seems fair, but the selection of this bye person was inspired by the big shots within the Dragon Clan.

The Xishan Snake Clan is also a snake species, and the relationship between the two clans is very similar to that of the fifty-two Lingchan Clan. As for the lineage in Fengqi Mountain, they are too far apart and have very little involvement.

She also hopes that the Snake Clan can produce another superior clan. As long as one of the three lines continues to be passed on, the Snake Clan will not be extinct. And as long as the race is immortal, the fate of the clan can be divided among those true spirits who are dispersed into destiny.

The ancestors of the Great Fall in the Long River make their return more likely.

This is one of the reasons why even the ancestors of Da Luo attach great importance to ethnic groups.

The second round of the Holy Selection Battle has begun again. This round is obviously much more intense than the previous round. Many heaven-level saints and saints have been wiped out in this round. Even the dozens of heaven-level saints who remain have

Demonstrated amazing magical power.

After this round, there are no weak ones anymore. Of course, in the eyes of many people, Qing Ling, a weakling, is an exception. After all, he is just a saint son of a small clan who is in the late stage of the heaven level and has not yet reached the perfection of the heaven level.

The huge Dantian magic power in Qing Ling's body, even if Daluo Jinxian didn't look closely at it, it would be difficult to find out the specific situation. The innate spirit has an extraordinary physique.

In this round, Qing Ling also met other innate gods, a saint from the eight-octopus tribe from the royal family of the seven seas. She is the god of the tides of the western sea and has the authority to rise and fall in the tides of the western sea.

Of course, many gods only have authority, but not many gods use it, because this is the era of the three clans and the era of the great power of the ancestors. Even the great innate gods have to take a back seat.

For example, Zhen Yuanzi, the god of the earth who controls the earth's veins, Ancestor Minghe, the great god of the sea of ​​blood, Kunpeng, the god of the North Ming Dynasty...

They are not only the great divine beings among the innate gods, but also the great supernatural powers who transformed the innate gods and demons into the ancient world.

This God of Tides of the West Sea was only in the early stage of Jinxian and was born not long ago. His opponent was a holy son from the upper clan in the stone forest on the northwest coast. Although he was in the later stage of Jinxian, he was still defeated by this innate god.

When Qing Ling saw this god with the body of an octopus, he couldn't help but think about it. He was the same innate god, and Qing Ling felt that he was definitely higher than this god who could only hold an ocean and be regarded as an auxiliary god, but he only had earth-level cultivation.

It really doesn't make sense.

He remembered that when he was born, it all came from Granny Hua Geng's words. Qing Ling had long been doubtful about his life experience, and now he was even more touched. If there was no hidden secret, he must be the Golden Immortal Lord when he was born. Why would he be like this?

It's still at the heavenly level.

Qing Ling was naturally able to keep his composure. He sat quietly for two months while others fought, watching the show from beginning to end, and roughly memorized the general methods of each powerful saint and saint.

After all, there are only a few thousand of them. With his soul, which is comparable to that of a golden immortal, his spiritual mind can survey a million square meters. He can tell the height of a mountain at a glance, and he can count the leaves of a tree at a glance.

There were only 2,000 games in this round, and the competition was completed in the past two months. At the end of the second round, including Qing Ling, there should have been 2,407 people left, but during the competition due to the three saints

The Saint was too seriously injured and had to give up the third round of the fight.

Therefore, the number of people who still had byes happened to be an even number, divided into 1,202 pairs.

This time, Qingluo's opponent is the Qianfu Ling clan from the Hengduan Mountains in the east. They are a rare branch of the Wood clan, a race that cultivates the form of aquatic spirits in rivers and lakes.

Qing Ling is still lucky. This time her opponent is a woman in green shirt who has just entered the early stage of Golden Immortal. The two of them have been ranked in more than 800 matches, which is considered to be a relatively low-end competition.

More than a month later, it was finally time for Qingling to play again.

Shan Kun, the old ape, smiled and said, "Little snake, how confident are you this time?"

Qing Ling smiled back and said: "Senior, I'm worried about this, but I don't know about it either, so I can only try my best."

"Well, yes, just try your best. After all, you are still young and cannot compare to those who have practiced Yuan Hui for dozens of times. You still have to protect yourself and avoid being hurt by Daoji." Old Ape Shan Kun said with considerable regret.

He gave a warning.

After Qing Ling thanked him, he flew away. Although the old ape sounded a little displeased with him, he was really trying to remind him to be careful, and it was out of kindness.

Stepping onto the ring, the woman in green shirt had already arrived.

She was an extremely gentle woman, and she said with a smile: "Across the mountains, we belong to the Qianfu Ling Clan."

Qing Luo was dressed in red like fire, her handsome face was like the sunset on the horizon, and her leisurely smile really touched the heartstrings, and it would be difficult for those with weak concentration to control it.

"East China Sea, East Wasteland, Xishan Snake Clan."

Her words and voice were as gentle as the warm spring breeze. If she were not standing on the ring, it would give people the feeling of meeting a talented man and a beautiful lady. In fact, Qing Ling has unintentionally released the breath of the spring god, which is the breath of reproduction and catalysis, the breath of hormones

.

Duan Luo, who was sitting aside, was distracted and his brows twitched for two seconds, and then he said: "It's already the third round, there are no more rules, let's get started!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two swords in the hands of the woman in green clothes flashed and danced in the air. The green clothes swayed and the sword light circulated. It was extremely moving, but there was no sharp sword aura.

Seeing this, Qing Ling waved his sleeves, and a mist of green mist enveloped the arena. In the blue mist, he saw that the swords danced by the woman in green were not without sword energy, but were scattered thousands of feet away from him.

Thousands of sword energies were gradually deployed in all directions around him, almost forming a large formation.

His thoughts were racing, and he touched the ground with both hands. In an instant, two huge green vines stretched out from the feet of the woman in green clothes, but they were instantly split into ten thousand pieces by the countless hidden swords around her.

However, strands of fine dust fell from the huge vine fragments, and fell on the green-shirted woman along the gaps poked out by the vine corpse.

Qing Luo stretched out his hand again and said, "Show me!"

Immediately, thousands of figures appeared around the woman in blue, and tall and majestic green giants appeared one after another, and they rushed towards the sword-dancing woman without fear.

Surprise flashed in the eyes of the woman in green clothes. She stood up and jumped into the sky. She swept her swords downwards. Thousands of green duckweeds with sharp sword intent were like thousands of flying knives. They swept across the sky and covered the ground, instantly shattering the bodies of thousands of Hulks.

body.

But with a pinch of the magic formula in Qing Ling's hand, the spiritual energy of water, earth, and wood gathered around the puppet's body and healed it up again. At the same time, one puppet after another destroyed the sword energy and sword array arranged by the woman in green.

The green-shirted woman sneered, and drew her swords. The two swords merged into a giant sword that held up the sky and locked onto Qing Ling's Qi. Then it flew straight down into the air, and the huge sword Qi made even the void tremble.

Qing Ling couldn't help but marvel, there really was no weak person on the battlefield. But Qing Ling didn't panic, he directly picked up the yellow gourd and released tens of thousands of puppets, and shouted softly: "Explode!"

In an instant, the ten thousand puppets exploded, and the rich three-line spiritual power was attracted by Qingling. His right index finger stretched out, and the powerful power contained in the ten thousand puppets, blessed by the power of the Spring God, turned into a towering ancient tree, standing in front of him.

"Boom~"

The huge sword energy penetrated vertically and horizontally, violently breaking open the trunk of the giant green tree. It was about to cut straight down to Qingling, but the broken body of the giant tree was healed again, and the intact tree body actually clamped the huge sword body tightly.

When the woman in green shirt saw this, her eyes flashed with a stern look, the huge sword body suddenly shattered, and two three-foot long swords flashed to Qing Ling's side.

A thick vine spontaneously sprouted from Qing Ling's wide red cuffs. Mysterious wood energy flowed through his body, and the avenue of wood spread all over his body. It was the Xuantian vine in his Dantian time.

Even though the two swords are extremely powerful, compared with the Xuantian vines nourished by Qingling's thousands of miles of Qi sea, they are unable to harm the body of the vines that accompanies the path.

But at this moment, Qing Ling suddenly dodged forward and approached the woman in green shirt.

She was about to run away in shock, but in this short moment, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her body. The pain was not only unbearable in the physical body, but also caused the soul to suffer ten thousand times more pain.

The body of the woman in green shirt couldn't help but react slowly for a second, and in this second, Qing Luo's palm containing 80% of his power hit the woman in green shirt's back hard, and she was immediately knocked out of the ring by the huge force.

The green-robed woman was completely unable to resist, and even the protective Qingping clothing was shattered in an instant, penetrating into her heart. After all, he had channeled 80% of his magic power, and based on his tens of thousands of miles of Dantian, he was really not an ordinary golden immortal.

Can bear it.

Qing Ling still managed to save some strength, otherwise it would have been too much to just beat the opponent to death.

Sitting aside, Da Luo was distracted and rushed to look at the unconscious woman in green shirt. He saw that the protective robe behind the green shirt woman's back was in pieces, her back was directly broken, and there was a terrifying bloody palm print. He couldn't help but said to Qing Ling: "

Boy, you are so cruel!"
Chapter completed!