Chapter 104

Everyone's eyes gathered here, and Nanmen Feng was embarrassed. Unexpectedly, Mu Pengcheng, who is usually careless and seemingly heartless, also has such a tender side.

"I swear, I will take you back to Yunzhou in less than 50 years," Nanmen Feng said decisively.

"Really?" Mu Pengcheng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at Nanmen maple and muttered, "won't you lie to me?"

Nanmen Feng nodded solemnly and said, "believe me, I can do it!"

Although there are only two floors of Zhenjing now, the strength of Zhenyuan is no worse than that of the previous four floors of Zhenjing. Cultivation alone is enough to remain invincible in the later stage of the true realm.

Coupled with the powerful body, it's no problem for a martial artist to sweep the real world.

After continuing to practice the immortal golden body formula and the nine day alchemy code for three hours each, Nanmen Maple slowly got up from the purple chair. The bead whose eyes fell on the ground was the one obtained from the reincarnation hole.

The thrilling scene of that day is still fresh in the memory of Nanmen Feng. It was precisely because of the bead in front of him that he lost all his accomplishments and began to practice from the beginning. Breaking and then building, strength increases instead of decreasing.

Nanmen Maple did not regret that encounter, but secretly rejoiced for it. If it hadn't been for that time, he would never have been able to practice the formula of killing God to the extreme.

At this time, the light of the beads faded, and it looked ordinary and not much different from a stone. Nanmen Maple just watched from a distance and didn't come forward. He doesn't want to do it again.

It's hard to say the last time I narrowly escaped.

After looking at it for a long time, Nanmen Maple still couldn't suppress his curiosity and slowly leaned over.

The bead surface was tinged with light blood red, which was dyed red by the blood of maple in the south gate that day. To Nanmen Feng's curiosity, there was no trace of blood left on the ground, as if it had never happened.

"Was it sucked away?" Nanmen Maple looked at the beads in front of him again. After a long time, he slowly extended his hand.

At the moment of starting, a strange feeling rushed into the heart of Nanmen maple. It was a feeling of blood connection, as if this inexplicable bead belonged to him.

Dripping blood to recognize the Lord?

It was only through dripping blood that the God killing tower really belonged to Nanmen maple, and so did Xuanyuan sword. Is this strange bead the same?

After hesitating for a moment, Nanmen Maple slowly urged Zhenyuan to go deep into it.

Zhenyuan is like a clay ox entering the sea and disappearing without trace, and the beads have no reaction. "Did you guess wrong?" Nanmen Feng murmured and continued to urge Zhenyuan to enter.

Until the real yuan in his body was exhausted, the beads still had no movement. Nanmen Feng had to give up. It seemed that he was really wrong.

"Is it your own way?"

I have personally seen the extraordinary of beads. Nanmen Maple will never believe that it will die out in the world. It must be his own way, but what should I do?

Spirit!

It must be the power of the spirit. Beads can make people lose their mind and indulge in the past and future. They must rely on the power of God and soul.

If you want to open it, you also need the power of God and soul.

Nanmen Feng slapped the back of his head and scolded himself how he could be so confused.

Just then, the change suddenly occurred. Nanmen Feng looked at his empty hands and found that the beads were missing.

How did it disappear?

Nanmen Maple searched from beginning to end, and even turned over one by one from the third floor to the first floor of the God killing tower. Finally, I found that the beads were really missing.

Sitting on the ground, Nanmen Feng began to think about his previous actions.

Just now, I just patted the back of the head, and then the bead disappeared. Yes, that's it. Nanmen Feng hurriedly reached out and touched back, still nothing.

Just as Nanmen Feng calmed down and thought about it carefully, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be more in his mind. I was startled when I swept my consciousness.

The extra thing was the bead!

At the moment, the bead was floating in his mind.

"What's the matter?" Nanmen Feng wanted to cry without tears. How could he run to his mind.

The power of the bead was a lingering fear to him. In case it suddenly broke out in his mind that day, Nanmen Feng had no doubt that his great head would burst on the spot.

There was such a bead that could explode at any time in his mind, which made him shudder. We must find a way to get it out.

"Patter!"

In the empty God killing tower, the sound is particularly harsh. Nanmen Maple looked in the direction of the sound and was as numb as a chicken. The bead that racked his brains fell to the ground. Nanmen Feng once again felt that his head was not enough.

Should we continue the research? After hesitating for a long time, Nanmen Feng decided to try. He vaguely felt that this extraordinary bead would bring him great benefits.

Consciousness slowly sank into it, and a colorful space appeared in the mind of Nanmen maple.

There seemed to be an infinite world in the beads. Nanmen Maple felt as if he was standing in it and looked at it. The place where he entered was colorful and invisible.

Consciousness floats constantly in the column, and there is no end to it. It's like standing in the void of the universe, in an endless space.

I don't know how long it took, Nanmen Feng reluctantly withdrew his consciousness from the beads. When consciousness withdrew, Nanmen Maple showed a strange smile.

I was surprised to find that the consciousness of sinking into beads had grown a lot. Nanmen Maple remembers that under that color, the effect of practicing the nine day divine code was more than twice as strong.

Now, it's strange that consciousness is not strong enough. Nanmenfeng finally determined that he had really found the treasure this time.

Since there was no danger of sinking into it, Nanmen Maple simply sent the beads into his mind again. Feeling the beads floating in his mind, he couldn't help laughing bitterly.

This bead made him want to die and be immortal. Fortunately, everything was not in vain.

The sky was about to dawn, and Nanmen Maple immediately flashed out of the God killing tower. After leaving the door, he found that Mu Pengcheng's door was still closed. I drank too much yesterday and must still be sleeping now. Nanmenfeng immediately walked to the front yard of Zuixian building.

Just walked to the front hall, he was surprised to find that Mu Pengcheng had been sitting there. When he saw the maple coming out of the south gate, he quickly got up to meet him and said loudly, "why do you get up now? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Nanmen Feng smiled and said, "I thought you were still sleeping. Why did you get up so early?"

"It's still early? The fighting arena is open now. It's too late if you don't go." Mu Pengcheng shouted and pulled the South Gate Maple out.

i see!

No wonder Mu Pengcheng got drunk yesterday and got up so early today. It was Yuan Shi's credit.

A moment later, the man turned back and said to the South Gate maple, "go in." his eyes pointed to the box just now.

At this time, nearly 100 people sat in the stands around, all with extraordinary momentum. With a faint sweep of the maple at the south gate, I was surprised to find that most people here are martial artists in the virtual environment.

Even if there are some real martial artists involved, it looks quite extraordinary. Nanmen Feng secretly guessed that people who can enter here may have extraordinary identities.

Entering the box, sitting in the middle is a middle-aged man, dressed in white and dignified. At first glance, he is the one who has been in the top position for a long time.

Sitting next to him is the old man Nanmen Feng saw yesterday. He is looking at him with great interest. It seems that he wants to see Nanmen Feng from beginning to end.

"Is he the body repair you said?" the middle-aged man in White asked faintly.

"Yes, it's him." the old man looked at Nanmen Feng and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to make a breakthrough in cultivation again. It seems that I won't be disappointed today."

The old man turned his eyes and fell on Mu Pengcheng. He said slowly, "this is your friend who bet. Don't worry, as long as you dare to bet here, you will have unexpected gains."

Mu Pengcheng rubbed his hands awkwardly. He smiled and didn't speak.

The old man looked at Nanmen Feng again, "the rules here are different from those outside. There is no cultivation limit. There is only life and death. In other words, only the winner can come out alive, and the only outcome of the loser is death!"

The old man's words shocked Nanmen Feng. He expected it to be cruel, but he didn't expect it to be like this. This is the arena of life and death.

"Nanmen maple, or we'd better go!" Mu Pengcheng pulled the corner of Nanmen maple and whispered.

There is no limit to cultivation, that is to say, Nanmen Maple needs to face the martial artists in the middle and even later stages of the true realm. Who dares to enter the arena of life and death has sufficient confidence in his own strength.

Yuan Shi is good, but it's not worth risking his life!

The old man glanced at Mu Pengcheng with a smile and stared at Nanmen maple, waiting for him to make a statement.

"Can I choose the opponent to challenge?"

The old man shook his head with a smile and said, "No. but we will tell you each other's cultivation in advance. You can choose to refuse. Once you refuse, this place will never be open to you."

"OK, I promise!"

As long as the warrior in the middle of Zhenjing, Nanmen Maple has an absolute grasp. It's a big deal. When it comes to the late martial artists, he chooses to refuse.

Presumably, they will also arrange according to their own strength, otherwise, the battle will lose its meaning. Moreover, a gambling game will attract more people to bet only when both sides have equal strength.

"You will not regret your choice!"

The old man smiled faintly and said to the man behind him, "take him down and arrange it as I said before."

A middle-aged man in white walked out from behind the old man and walked out of the box with Nanmen Feng and Mu Pengcheng. Mu Pengcheng was left on the stand, while Nanmen Feng walked down the channel with the middle-aged man.

The layout here is slightly different from that outside. There are rows of challenge arenas outside, and here is an open space. High stands are connected around, and the open space in the middle is the place of battle.

As soon as Nanmen Feng stood on the open space, a young man came out of the side door.

Bloodthirsty eyes, firm steps. Still more than twenty feet away, Nanmen Feng noticed the strong killing intention emanating from the young man.

The fourth floor of Zhenjing!

This person's strength is above Shi Yu on the day of Baiyue sect. The strength of Leizhou wuzhe is much stronger than Yunzhou. Shi Yu is a gifted disciple of the Tiansha sect and the top of his peers in Yunzhou.

But the youth in front of him was just a battle field of life and death. Nanmenfeng met his first opponent.