Chapter 166: Self-Destruction of Spiritual Power

On the stage, Zi'an retreated quickly, but a wound was still cut in his chest and abdomen. On the opposite side of him, Lu Ye rushed up and attacked again.

Zi'an rolled on the ground and barely avoided it. When he stood up, his body was covered with blood-stained mud, and he was in a very embarrassing state.

Just as he stood firm, a strong wind hit his head again. He pounced on his food like a vicious dog, and felt a chill on his head, and a large piece of his scalp was cut off.

Zi'an fell to the ground with difficulty, knowing that he was dead this time.

He really couldn't understand why the opponent's spiritual weapon was broken, but it didn't affect its power, but his own spiritual weapon was broken, and it was like a decoration in his hand...

He couldn't avoid the next knife, but the pride of being born in a second-grade sect made him grit his teeth and didn't shout out those two words.

He didn't shout, someone else shouted for him: "Give up!"

It was one of Zi'an's senior sisters who saw the situation was not good. She knew that if she didn't shout, her junior brother would die. Even though she was unwilling, even though she knew that after shouting, Wanmo Ridge would have no chance, she couldn't watch her junior brother die like this.

Lu Ye stopped in pursuit and looked at Zi'an who stood up in a panic.

The thunderous cheers came from the Haotian League camp. The shouts and laughter of thousands of people gathered, making the entire Jinguangding tremble.

Lu Ye was confused and walked back with the broken knife, looking at Li Baxian and Wei Yang: "Is the fight over?"

The Haotian League was as festive as the New Year, so it was inevitable that he had such a misunderstanding.

Li Baxian smiled and said: "Not yet."

Lu Ye sat down cross-legged, threw a spiritual pill into his mouth, switched his skills to Taoji Can, and accelerated the refining of the pill power.

What's the point of being happy if the fight is not over!

"There's one last match!" Li Baxian's voice came from behind Lu Ye, "Do you see the guy with the flame mark on his forehead? He's from the Holy Fire Sect. He's your only opponent left. But don't be afraid, the Holy Fire Sect is full of magic cultivators!"

If it was an encounter in the wild, a sixth-level magic cultivator would still be somewhat threatening to Lu Ye, but in this limited-range ring battle, the threat of magic cultivators to Lu Ye was greatly reduced.

Li Baxian was extremely fortunate that he had agreed on the size of the ring when he signed the Tianji Contract with the Wanmo Ridge party.

The magic cultivators sent by the Wanmo Ridge party died the fastest. Lu Ye's speed was too fast. He killed them in a few steps. Those magic cultivators could only perform one or two spells. The stronger ones could perform three or even four. But Lu Ye had the defensive spirit pattern. As long as his eyesight was enough, he could easily block those spells. Once he got close to him, those magic cultivators could only wait to die or admit defeat.

Lu Ye looked towards Wanmo Ridge, and indeed saw a sixth-level cultivator with a flame mark on his forehead, standing there waiting.

It seemed that this was his last opponent.

He did not take it lightly, and silently checked his own status. There was not much spiritual power left, only more than 10%. Even if there was an incense stick of recovery time, he could only barely recover to 20%. It should be enough to use it sparingly to deal with the last battle.

"Brother, can we go home after the fight?" Lu Ye asked softly.

"Go home after the fight!" Li Baxian replied.

"Got it!" Lu Ye lowered his head and tried to recover his physical strength as much as possible.

The Haotian League was still in high spirits. After Hu Ping and Zi'an, two disciples from the second and third-grade sects, died and surrendered, the remaining Holy Fire Sect cultivators could not be Lu Ye's opponents at all. In the eyes of the Haotian League, Lu Ye had locked the victory in advance.

In contrast, the Wanmo Ridge was in a gloomy mood, and everyone had an ugly expression.

No wonder they are like this. The Wanmo Ridge side has taken too much advantage in the two days of round-robin battles. Except for the first round where a fifth-level physical cultivator went up to test, the rest were all sixth-level. However, in just two days, they were killed by Lu Ye of the Green Blood Sect. The only one left, the Holy Fire Sect, is destined to be unable to achieve anything.

It can be said that in this game between the two major camps, the Wanmo Ridge side lost completely. The deaths were secondary. Fighting against the Haotian Alliance would definitely result in deaths. The main reason was that there was no way to explain to the master behind them. The Wanmo Ridge cultivators who came here could almost imagine how angry the master would be after the news here was passed back!

The Wanmo Ridge strongmen on the Lingxi list came to the Holy Fire Sect monk who was ready to fight and asked something in a low voice. The Holy Fire Sect monk slowly shook his head, making the faces of several strongmen gloomy.

An incense stick seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

On the top of the golden light, Lu Ye stood up for the last time with the broken sword, walked onto the ring step by step, and looked at the Holy Fire Cult cultivator quietly.

The other party stood in front of the Wanmo Ridge camp, only lowered his head, without any movement.

This situation caused many people from the Haotian League to boo continuously, some shouted for Lu Ye to go up and kill him, and some called on the people from the Holy Fire Cult to admit defeat and go home to plant sweet potatoes...

Wanmo Ridge lost the battle but not the battle, and some people with bad tempers began to curse at the people from the Haotian League, and the scene was in chaos for a while.

If it weren't for the constraints of the Tianji Contract signed before, the two sides would probably have a melee to decide the winner.

Just when everyone on the Wanmo Ridge side was almost getting impatient, someone finally walked onto the ring slowly.

The noisy movement suddenly subsided, and thousands of eyes stared at the cultivator who walked onto the ring, but that person was not the Holy Fire Cult disciple who was originally preparing to fight, but another female cultivator!

Li Baxian's eyes immediately became sharp: "What does Wanmo Ridge mean?"

Without him, although the female cultivator who walked out was also from the Holy Fire Cult, just by looking at the aura on this person's body, one could tell that this person was not at the sixth level.

She is a seventh-level monk!

Several powerful people on the Lingxi Ranking on the Ten Thousand Mo Ridge side obviously did not expect this kind of thing to happen. The terms of the Tianji Contract have stipulated that the highest cultivation level of the challenger is the sixth level. The appearance of the seventh level undoubtedly broke the rules. .

What a bold act it is to openly challenge Tianji Deed. Once Tianji starts to punish him, all the strong men who have left bloody fingerprints on Tianji Deed and the sects behind them will all attack the Holy Fire Sect, no matter what. The Moling side is willing or not.

Since the Lingxi battlefield, no one has dared to violate Tianji's justice.

No matter how abnormal the minds of the people of the Holy Fire Sect are, they should not do such unwise things. This is making fun of the fate of the entire sect.

Although Li Baxian's eyes were sharp and his tone was cold, he was actually feeling happy because if the Holy Fire Sect really wanted to play this way, it would be beneficial to his own side.

I secretly murmured in my heart, have these guys really been burned out by their own holy fire?

Several strong men from the Haotian Alliance thought so, otherwise they wouldn't have sat here quietly and stopped the seventh-level female cultivator when she came on stage.

"What are you going to do!" On the other side of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, the top twenty strong man on the list looked at the person in charge of the Holy Fire Sect here, gritted his teeth and shouted.

Even if the sixth-level magic cultivator is not an opponent, he must not destroy the heavenly contract, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Just as he finished speaking, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and thick dark clouds emerged out of thin air, gathering on the top of the golden light, covering the sky.

Secrets have begun to surge...

Everyone in Ten Thousand Demons Ridge was shocked, and the monks next to the Holy Fire Cult fled away. For a while, a large area was vacant next to the Holy Fire Cult members.

The breath of death was oppressive, but the people of the Holy Fire Cult were calm and calm. If nothing else, their courage to face the secret of heaven was indeed admirable, but this could not change their fate of imminent death.

"The blazing holy fire burns my body, but the fire in my heart will not go out, and I will not be afraid of death!"

Over at the Holy Fire Sect, the person in charge with the highest level of cultivation lowered his head and chanted softly.

On the stage, the seventh-level female cultivator also lowered her head and chanted: "The blazing holy fire will burn my body. The fire in my heart will not go out, and I will not be afraid of death!"

While she was chanting, she raised her right thumb, pointed it somewhere under her chest, and pressed it hard.

"This is..." Li Baxian suddenly realized something and his expression changed slightly.

puff……

There seemed to be a soft sound, like the sound of a balloon being punctured. Along with this soft sound, the female cultivator stumbled slightly, and at the same time, violent air waves centered on her and swept in all directions.

The female cultivator groaned, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, and at the same time, her breath suddenly weakened.

"Destroy your spiritual aperture!" Li Baxian gritted his teeth and shouted.

Everyone who saw the female cultivator's movements, whether they were from Haotian Alliance or from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, all changed their minds.

It is easy to say it, but difficult to do it. Once the spiritual orifice is destroyed, it is doomed to have a hopeless future. If you want to waste your time in the Lingxi realm, just look at Li Baxian and you will know what kind of person he is. He is a person who is admired by even the sword master of Beixuan Sword Sect. However, his spiritual aperture was broken and he has stayed at the level of Lingxi Realm for more than ten years, and his cultivation is still at the eighth level. , because one of the spiritual apertures was broken, the last small Zhoutian circulation system could not be formed, and it was impossible to advance to the ninth level.

Of course, a broken spiritual orifice can be repaired, but the cost is too great, and no one is willing to try it easily.

At this moment, in front of thousands of monks from both camps, this female cultivator from the Holy Fire Cult destroyed one of her spiritual orifices without changing her expression. It looked like she had torn off a hair...

This decisiveness, this cruelty towards him, made thousands of monks feel numb. He was indeed a lunatic from the Holy Fire Sect, and he could actually do such a thing.

After a brief shock, everyone looked up at the surging crisis in the sky.

Originally, after the female cultivator stood on the ring, the secrets began to surge rapidly, as if punishment was about to be handed down, and the lightning and thunder in the thick dark clouds made people feel uneasy.

However, when the female cultivator destroyed one of her spiritual apertures and her cultivation fell to the sixth level, the dark clouds hovering over the Golden Light Peak quickly receded, and the surging heavenly secrets also completely dissipated.

Under the sunshine, the sky is clear and blue.

All the people in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge were smiling.