Chapter 992 Camera Obscura Is Everywhere

Powerful domains flocked to Mo Wuji's whirlpool domain. Unfortunately, Mo Wuji's whirlpool domain was too powerful. Even if he was fighting against Mo Wuji, a ninth-level monk who cultivated gods, his domain encountered Mo Wuji. After Mo Wuji's whirlpool domain, it was still like a stream rushing to a steel city wall. Even Mo Wuji's whirlpool domain could not be shaken at all.

At this time, Mo Wuji could knock this ninth-level cultivator off the fighting platform with just a slap.

Mo Wuji sighed. If he could easily kill a ninth-level Yushen in this crushing way, then he might be in everyone's sight again.

Thinking of this, Mo Wuji had no choice but to let go of his whirlpool domain.

This cultivator of the ninth level of cultivating the gods did not take Mo Wuji seriously at first, but when he found that his domain hit Mo Wuji's domain, like an egg hitting a stone, he was shocked. . At this time, if the opponent's domain is overwhelming again and there is another attack, his life will be in danger.

Even though he knew it was too late, this ninth-level cultivator still quickly grabbed his magic weapon, a three-edged spear.

Just when the ninth-level cultivator wanted to fight for his life, he suddenly found that his originally vulnerable field had broken through the opponent's whirlpool field, and his whole body relaxed.

The cultivating cultivator was overjoyed, and a dense three-blade combination surrounded Mo Wuji. This is his most powerful magical power, the Space Blade Forest.

Mo Wuji seemed embarrassed to avoid his blade forest, and then punched out.

All the monks watching in the audience could clearly see that Mo Wuji's punch was like the sun tearing apart space, directly shattering the realm of the ninth-level cultivator and hitting him.

The ninth-level cultivator of the Gods was blasted away, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air and falling under the ring.

Mo Wuji used the Divine Power Split Domain Fist, because his spiritual root was now shown to be a fire spiritual root, and his cultivation level was not yet at the late stage of Yu Shen, so he had to use his most proud magical power to defeat this Yu Shen Jiu. The top monks rushed towards the ring.

For a fire monk, his most proud magical power is of course the fire magic power.

After Mo Wuji blasted the opponent towards the fighting stage, he still felt a little aggrieved. This kind of fighting style is really uncomfortable. Not only does it have to suppress one's own domain, but even a punch to split the domain has to look powerful, but in fact he hides more than half of the power.

After this punch, he didn't even need to take a breath, and he had to take out a pill and put it into his mouth.

Mo Wuji hid most of the power of his Domain Splitting Fist, but still shocked everyone in the fighting arena.

"What a powerful fire-type magical power. This person's cultivation level is not high, but his strength is very strong. That punch of fire-type magical power brought the fire-type spiritual roots into full play." Some people couldn't help but shout in shock.

"If I had this kind of magical power, I would dare to go to the fighting stage even on the fifth level of the God of Education."

…

No matter how others commented on the power of Mo Wuji's punch, a short man had already landed on the fighting stage and stood opposite Mo Wuji.

This was a cultivator at the eighth level of cultivating the gods. As soon as he came up, he slashed at Mo Wuji with his sword.

Mo Wuji naturally continued to dodge. The sword of the cultivating monk was like splashing water, covering the entire fighting stage. Under the fighting stage, all you can see is the light of swords on the stage. And Mo Wuji swayed left and right in the light of the sword.

After dodging for half a stick of incense, everyone in the audience saw Mo Wuji seize the opportunity and punch out again. It's still the same flaming fist, still the same posture.

The dwarf cultivator was blasted away by Mo Wuji, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, and fell to the foot of the fighting stage. Then Mo Wuji swallowed a pill.

It seems that Mo Wuji's attack ability is single and relies entirely on pills. After the short cultivator was blown away by Mo Wuji, several cultivators flew onto the fighting stage at the same time, with the last female cultivator taking the lead.

In the ensuing fight, Mo Wuji continued to dodge while the female cultivator attacked. Then Mo Wuji found an opportunity, punched out with a flaming punch, and swallowed another pill.

The same fist, the same flame, the same blast.

Two hours later, in the arena where Mo Wuji was, everyone fully understood what Mo Wuji was. A sixth-level cultivator with fire spiritual roots, his spiritual root qualifications are pretty good, at least everyone can feel his fire spiritual charm.

This monk's fighting technique only has three moves. The first move is to dodge the challenger's attack with flexible spatial movement, then he sees the opportunity and blasts out with the magical power of the flame fist, and finally swallows a pill to recover.

The key is the magical power of the Flame Fist, which all the monks on stage have not been able to avoid.

However, there was still a steady stream of monks rushing towards Mo Wuji's fighting platform. At least so far, no one had been killed in the fighting platform where Mo Wuji was.

This is rare. It is a miracle that no one is killed in more than ten fights in a row. But everyone thought it was normal because Mo Wuji's methods were too simple and his cultivation was too poor.

A cultivator at the sixth level of cultivating the gods relied entirely on his body skills to avoid all attacks, and finally found an opportunity to unleash that magical punch. It is obviously impossible to have much lethality.

Before the day had passed, Mo Wuji had won twenty-eight games in a row. On the formation screen, the score for the last ranked player was twenty-nine points. Mo Wuji estimated that as long as he won one or two more games, his name would appear on the formation display.

"This man is probably dying. The flame fist magical power behind him is getting weaker and weaker. And every time he finds an opportunity to punch, it becomes more and more difficult."

"The main reason is that this person has taken too many rejuvenating elixirs. No matter how good the elixir is, it still contains erysipelas. If it is not refined and opened in time, it will block the spiritual collaterals and affect the energy and spiritual thoughts. It will also have a great impact on future cultivation. Influence."

"What should I do if I don't take the elixir? Do you think a monk on the sixth level of cultivating the soul who only knows one magic power can find other ways to win continuously?"

"I feel that elixirs should not be used in this fight. This is tantamount to cheating."

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There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but it did not affect Mo Wuji at all. Mo Wuji has now won the twenty-ninth game. Even though his name has not yet come out, Mo Wuji also knows that if he wins the next game, his name will definitely appear on the display.

If possible, Mo Wuji really didn't want to take these elixirs, which were purely made from top-quality green dew rice. In his opinion, the best green dew rice only tastes good when cooked and eaten, so eating it this way is a waste. But if he doesn't eat, how can he, a sixth-level cultivator of the Gods, be able to win consecutively?

"This man is probably at the end of his strength. I'm going to kill him." A man with a sinister face snorted coldly and stepped onto the fighting stage.

As soon as he came up to the powerful field, he directly locked onto Mo Wuji. The power of Yushen Perfection, which was almost half a step into the sky, was clearly revealed at this moment.

Mo Wuji immediately seemed sluggish in his field, and it seemed difficult to move.

"Boy, if you dare to destroy our casual cultivator alliance, you will die..." The muscular man shouted sharply, and sawed the man with a saw-shaped magic weapon like a door panel with a trembling sound. Mo Wuji's domain was locked.

Mo Wuji wanted to 'struggle' to get out of the way, but the powerful man's domain seemed to be too powerful, directly trapping all Mo Wuji's movements.

Mo Wuji asked with a look of panic on his face, "I'm fighting here according to the rules. How could I ruin the alliance of casual cultivators? And I'm also a casual cultivator."

The hengluo man lowered his voice and said, "Boy, I want you to be a sensible person. Our casual cultivator alliance has already decided the quota for this fighting stage. You, a mere casual cultivator, dare to covet such a quota. Go to hell." …”

The other party is a casual cultivator, why should he call him an ant? Mo Wuji understood in an instant that many of the fighting skills on these fighting stages were probably fake. The casual cultivator alliance arranged for some seed players to gain points here. Once the monk who is determined to actually send points comes up, he will be defeated within a few hits. If someone like him went up without knowing it, he would be killed quickly.

No wonder among the eighty places, the highest score was over 100 points, while the worst score was only 29 points. No matter how powerful the cultivation cultivator is, it will be difficult for one person to win a hundred games in a row, right? Mo Wuji didn't believe that all cultivating monks were like him. They didn't cultivate spiritual channels or channels. They still had 108 channels, and even three Yuan Yuan channels and a Great Purple Lake in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

It seems that these places were obtained by the Rogue Cultivators Alliance, and those who finally took the Nirvana Academy assessment were still the disciples of the big sects or big families who replaced the Rogue Cultivators Alliance.

Rogue cultivators are still rogue cultivators, just like this guy with a sinister face said, they are ants.

This is a naked black-box transaction.

Mo Wuji sighed inwardly, there was no real fairness and justice in the Alchemy, Talisman, Honor Tower, or in this fighting field.

He had thought before that as a casual cultivator, it is not easy for everyone to practice to this day, so the idea of ​​trying not to kill too many people is ridiculous.

If that's the case, then kill him. If you want Mo Wuji's life, then give it in exchange. He didn't want others to pay attention to him before, but now he couldn't care so much anymore. After all, it is not his nature to be afraid of wolves before and tigers behind.

The long saw had already landed on the top of Mo Wuji's head. Mo Wuji, who was originally locked, didn't know what secret technique was activated. His body suddenly shifted slightly, and then he punched out again.

"Bang!" The rough-faced man who attacked Mo Wuji was directly knocked away by Mo Wuji's punch.

Everyone was marveling at Mo Wuji, thinking it was incredible that Mo Wuji could avoid this saw. But no one was worried about the man with a sinister face, because everyone knew that Mo Wuji's punch lacked murderous aura and power. Even if he was hit, he would only spit out a mouthful of blood and suffer minor injuries at most.

However, the next moment, everyone was shocked. The man with a fleshy face had just been blown out of the thunder platform, and his whole body exploded into a bloody mist. As soon as his soul overflowed, he was swept away by a ball of flames and disappeared without a trace.

This is true annihilation.