(Today's chapter will be updated tonight, do other things during the day, hehe)

"Master of Yunxian Island!?", the faces of the people on the boat changed drastically, and there was a deep look of fear in their eyes.

Haotian raised his eyes, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, and his heart was slightly shocked. Unexpectedly, in this remote place, there was also a great perfect man from the Great Luo Golden Immortal who had reached the realm of transformation. The strength of the Lord of Yunxian Island, even if he was placed in Zixiao Palace, was still at the upper level. Moreover, the evil and treasure aura faintly revealed in his body was not difficult to see that he must have rare magical powers and magic weapons.

"My fellow Taoist has lived in the outer sea for a long time and I don't know that the Lord of Yunxian Island is one of the supreme powerhouses in the inner world of the Hanhai. Apart from the illusory Awakening Immortal, there are almost no rivals, especially his Nine-jin Fork, which is originally an innate spiritual treasure, and later he injected it into the nine Daluo realms. The evil spirit and evil spirit are incomparable." The Lord of the Island saw that Haotian's face was different, and hurriedly sent a message to him to explain in detail.

Following the Lord of Yunxian Island, several more groups of monks took advanced magic weapons to shuttle through the space, surpassing Haotian and others.

According to the island master, Haotian has a overall grasp of the strength of the inland sea. He has basically no possibility of winning the top ten in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian. Even so, they have to face it for the countless sentient beings on the island.

Hailong Island is the most central island in the Hailong Islands, and it is also the largest and most resource-rich island. Although it is not as good as Penglai, it can still reach Yingzhou.

When Haotian and his party arrived, the island was already very lively, especially the trading market, which was crowded.

Every time the alliance season comes, monks from all islands not only come to participate in the competition, but also bring specialties of the island and trade them with each other.

Even the Tiger Snake Island Master and others brought a lot of rare treasures. Of course, with their status, there is no need to set up stalls and hawks on the street with other monks.

The mermaid Long Ling'er was excitedly traveling through the crowd, and everything seemed different to her.

Of course, the beautiful and rare mermaid often causes trouble. If Haotian had not taken action several times in secret, he would have helped her escape from danger.

Time flies, representatives of islands from all sides come one after another, immortals, demons and monsters gather together, the entire island seems to be intertwined in a contradictory and unified aura, and various airflows fill the void, and the alliance of the sea tribe officially begins.

It is not so much a alliance, but rather a skill, because the theme of the meeting is to select the strongest ten islands through force and be the leader of the next beast tide.

After hundreds of thousands of years of development, all rules have long been formed. With the sound of the conch, all monks rushed to the vast plains in the center of the island.

The entire plain area, thousands of square kilometers, is wrapped in layers of bans, and there are ten platforms for monks to explore magical powers and compete skills.

Haotian frowned, and purple and golden divine light gathered in his eyes, and his face gradually became solemn, because he felt the breath of Daluo Juexian from the restriction, and there was more than one.

The restriction in the arena was the hand of the self-conscious immortal, and the lifespan of the Juexian was almost unlimited. In other words, there may be a powerful Juexian hidden among the crowd. Although Haotian has broken through the immortal path and reached the quasi-saint, he does not want to cause trouble in unfamiliar areas, so he restrains his breath and quietly penetrates around to investigate the traces of Juexian.

All the powerful Juexian people are old antiques that have survived for countless years. Perhaps they can find out the details of the Western Continent from them.

The competition started under the auspices of the Hailong Island Lord. The entire competition was divided into two stages. The first was the cultivators of the same level and learned together. The next was the big show, the peak duel, and the bravely advanced to the top ten.

The battle between the Nine Heavens Xuanxian and the ordinary Daluo Jinxian was boring. Haotian simply closed his eyes and rested. Long Ling'er beside him looked at it with relish and said in surprise from time to time.

At some point, Haotian suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes instantly turned to the fifth competition platform.

It was two late-stage cultivators of Daluo Jinxian who were fighting. On the platform, the white big sword with huge energy maintained was almost about to split the ring in half. And opposite the big sword, there was a colorful ribbon, which was rotating forward in a mysterious way.

"So beautiful, senior, do you think that sister will lose?" Long Ling'er looked at Haotian nervously.

Haotian was about to speak when a sneer came from beside him, "A mere cultivator in the middle stage of Daluo Golden Immortal can also see the victory or defeat in the field, and he is overestimating his ability."

"Don't worry, she will definitely win." Haotian said lightly without any sorrow or joy.

"It's ridiculous. The Snowfield Demon Sword has been scattered across the island for thousands of years. How could this nameless female cultivator handle it?" The voice on the left came again.

Haotian ignored it and guided Long Ling'er to continue watching, and patiently explained some subtleties to her.

"Lin----", the colorful ribbon in the female cultivator's hand changed from the previous circling and rapid form, and it actually rolled lightly towards the Snowfield Magic Sword.

On the side of the Snowfield Demon's body, the colorful ribbon was rolled over his head in a thrilling manner. Just as he thought he had escaped a disaster and was about to fight back, the colorful ribbon suddenly shot out colorful light.

The colorful light instantly shot onto the forehead of the Snowfield Demon Sword and then shone directly into the soul. The Snowfield Demon Sword only felt a confused mind and a pause inexplicably. Although it was only a short moment, it was enough to kill him.

The moment when the Snowfield Demon Sword was fascinated, the female cultivator skillfully shook her hands, and the colorful ribbons in her hands were integrated into one, instantly bound the Snowfield Demon Sword, and then flashed her body and threw it out of the competitive platform. According to the rules of the competition, it was considered a loss.

"This is impossible!" The monk next to him exclaimed in disbelief, and his eyes flashed with awe at Haotian.

"Senior, how do you know that your sister will win?" Long Ling'er asked. Her realm was too low. Except for the occasional movement of figures, she knew nothing about other secrets.

Haotian smiled silently, but a trace of light flashed in his eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the first half, Haotian only watched this game in detail, and the real competition only started from the second day.

In addition to the battle for rankings, it is also a battle for survival, so it is no longer just about winning or losing like a competition, but a battle between life and death.

What Ling Haotian didn't expect was that the first person to play was the legendary Yunxian Island Master.

He was wearing a dark magic robe, standing on the arena platform, his eyes were closed, his long hair was floating, and his sharp energy faintly emerged from the restriction.

After a while, the referee whispered: "The opponent abstains, the master of Yunxian Island wins!"

Without a single move and half a stance, just standing on the ring, the opponent will be cowardly and dare not respond. The reputation of the Lord of Yunxian Island is really terrifying.

Haotian was slightly disappointed and turned his attention to the next battle. This was another battle between dragons and tigers. Both sides were the island owners who were the leader of one side, and both were the peaks of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

Haotian divine light gathered in his eyes, and it was easy to find that both of them were rare strange beasts.

The two live on both sides of the ring, looking at each other, the air is filled with fire, and the space is distorted.

The momentum is relatively similar, and the demon body is rarely exposed to sweat.

The Lord of Lingxu Island, wearing an animal leather coat, felt that the consumption of demon essence had reached a terrifying level. Since reaching the peak of Daluo, this battle was the fastest energy consumption. It was just a battle of momentum. In an instant, the demon essence consumed as much as 30% of it.

As an opponent, the Dragon Rooster Demon Emperor is also quite struggling now. Although he inherits the powerful dragon bloodline and consumes demonic energy relatively slowly, it is only a slight difference.

The two sides have not yet officially fought, and their momentum has reached its peak. Waves of energy hit the surrounding forbidden areas, causing small ripples.

"roar----"

At some point, the Lord of Lingxu Island secretly swallowed a Huiyuan Dan and roared. The big sword formed by pure energy black light suddenly sank and pressed towards the Dragon Rooster Demon Emperor.

The magic power of the Lord of Lingxu Island soared, which had a huge impact on the Dragon Row Demon Emperor, and the balance of the original balance also shifted. In just a moment, the Dragon Row Demon Emperor seemed to have been as long as thousands of years. The magic power suddenly burst out by the Lord of Lingxu Island made him unable to resist. No matter how he gritted his teeth and put his all his strength, he would inevitably retreat step by step.

The big sword formed by pure energy black light in the sky seemed to carry the momentum of heaven and earth, making him struggling.

At this time, it is the most critical moment. As long as the Dragon Rooster Demon Emperor can withstand this wave of attack, he will be the winner today. Otherwise, he will be defeated by the Lord of Lingxu Island.

"It's a pity that the help of the elixir is an external force after all, how can it last long?" Haotian looked at the ring, shook his head gently, and muttered to himself in a low voice.

Just as everyone was worried about the Dragon Rooster Demon Emperor, he unexpectedly gave up resistance and let the energy sword hit him.

This action puzzled the monks present, especially the monks on Dragon Rooster Island shook their heads and sighed helplessly.

"Hey~, what a guy, it's not simple!" Haotian sighed, pondered for a moment, and sent a voice to Long Ling'er, "Hold your breath and concentrate and calm your mind!"

Although Long Ling'er didn't understand why, she still quickly used the mysterious skills to calm her mind.

Just at this moment, the Dragon Rooster Demon Emperor burst into blood all over his body, and blood-colored scales covered it with ferocious brutal.

The energy sword slashed at the dragon turtle with a "defying" sound, and the scales were not damaged at all. Instead, the black sword turned into nothing and instantly vaporized and dissipated.

"Hide your strength and take the opportunity to stimulate the blood of the dragon clan in your body. It seems that there will be another opponent in this boundless sea area!" The Lord of Yunxian Island, dressed in black on the platform, was slightly surprised, and the evil spirit in his body was erect.

A competition that insiders think is no suspense becomes confusing in a moment.

The Lord of Lingxu Island's face changed drastically, and solemnly sacrificed the best acquired spiritual treasure that had accompanied him for many years, and rushed towards the Dragon Row Demon Emperor.

The violent energy continued to impact the body of the Dragon Row Demon Emperor through the space. Every inch of his skin seemed to be swallowed by the violent energy. The Dragon Row Demon Emperor's face gradually became ferocious, and beads of sweat as big as beans mixed with blood kept sliding down from his forehead. His body couldn't help but tremble, as if he was under great pressure.

"Sing!", a huge dragon roar resounded throughout the fields, and the primitive and noble pressure of the dragon clan radiated everywhere. If Haotian had not reminded him, Long Ling'er would have been more than just being shocked. The master of scale armor is really domineering!

Ignoring the sharp attack of the Lord of Lingxu Island, Long Feng shouted wildly, grabbed the opponent's acquired spiritual treasure with one claw, and then the demonic power was activated and suddenly folded it into two sections.

"Puff!", the Lord of Lingxu Island looked pale, and spit out two mouthfuls of essence and blood, and his complexion was instantly depressed.

The dragon turtle's scarlet eyes shot out divine lights, roaring and growing bigger, the dragon's claws tear apart the space and attacked with a bang.

At this critical moment, a weak voice came from below, "I admit defeat!"

Unfortunately, the dragon turtle whose blood was stimulated seemed to have not heard it, and it still came violently...

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Chapter completed!