The weapons they carry are also all kinds of, and swords, guns and sticks are almost all cold weapons.

Everyone walked onto the stage and stood on the rough cement floor, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of spectators.

"Game start."

A voice echoed throughout the venue without any amplification equipment, and then a thin barrier appeared on both sides of the ring, blocking the escape route of all players.

The contestants were obviously not professional gladiators, and their professional abilities were not mature. They stood in the venue and stared at each other, unable to make a move for a while.

"kill!"

Suddenly someone shouted, this was not a player, but a voice coming from the audience.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming sound hit the ring, and hundreds of thousands of spectators let out thunderous shouts of death, just like two armies confronting each other in ancient times.

They roared excitedly, their emotions being absorbed by the fragments of heaven in the void, and then fed back to the people in the ring.

The contestants who were initially at a loss were stunned for a moment, and finally looked at the people around them with red eyes. They themselves also walked onto the ring with greed, and they were all ready to splash blood on the spot.

Some people do it for money, some do it for supernatural power, it's all just greed.

The first person to strike was a boxer holding a machete. A man next to him suddenly felt something. The opponent subconsciously raised his hand to block, and then an arm fell to the ground, blood spraying out.

"Ah!!!" The man whose hand was cut off let out a shrill cry. He covered his hand and a large amount of blood spurted out from the wound.

The boxer was red, and he raised the machete high, and then suddenly dropped it. One knife struck him from the top of his head to the bridge of his nose, and the second knife cut off his ear and the right side of his cheek.

"Go to hell!!!"

puff!

Suddenly, his chest was filled with blood, and the sharp tip of the spear was slightly exposed. Then a huge force pushed the boxer down, and the people around him swarmed up.

The smell of blood filled the air, hundreds of people were fighting in a arena the size of a football field, and someone fell every moment.

The most extreme and bloody violence was displayed in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers, and was also spread through the Internet.

The audience was a little silent at first when they saw someone die, but as time went by the atmosphere became more and more lively. They were in a mood like the red-eyed contestants below, shouting and killing hysterically.

Of course, some people cry bitterly, not because they feel sorry for the players above, but because they feel sorry for their own money. Ordinary competitive games are inevitably accompanied by gambling, not to mention such bloody gladiatorial battles.

Zhao Si felt his head was dizzy and whispered to Lu Haochu next to him: "Old Lu, something is affecting our spirits."

"Indeed, but it's not aimed at us." Lu Haochu raised his head slightly and looked into the void,

The smart ones lingered on the edge of the ring, conserving their energy as much as possible. But as the number of people became smaller and smaller, they inevitably joined the battle.

Suddenly, a flash of fire appeared in the void. The flame was agile, flying like a spiritual bird, and then crashed into a man's body.

Immediately afterwards, the man's whole body was wrapped in flames, but he did not utter a single cry, and he could not even feel any pain from his actions.

"Is this a superpower?"

The Pyroman looked at the fire on his body and was stunned for a moment, then looked up to the sky and roared.

"Is this a superpower? Hahaha, such a wonderful feeling."

He raised his hand slightly, and flames swept out from his hand, turning into a tongue of flame and engulfing the others. It was like the soldiers who were burned by napalm bombs or flamethrowers in the World War, the remaining contestants were engulfed by the flames.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding audience was extremely excited and made deafening screams.

The reincarnated powerful men hidden in the void were also stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that someone would actually achieve cultivation.

Zhu Quetian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked through the void at the cracks hidden in the arena, with countless figures standing in them. Even just a trace of Taoist charm can allow people to gain a certain level of cultivation and master it.

Taoism.

Among them, the Heavenly Dao Fragments played an indispensable role.

"Buddhism of the past."

He remembered a Buddhist method he had seen in ancient books. It was said that a secret method from the ancient times could directly bring the future and the past together.

The woman in green said through the message: "Fellow Taoist, is this your Taoist rhyme?"

"Yes and no." Zhuquetian replied, "Traces are just traces after all, and what is simulated will never be the true meaning."

But there are 90% similarities, which is enough to prove the wonder of the fragments of heaven.

Others around him also caught a glimpse of the magic of the Heavenly Dao fragments, and some recognized the secret method inside.

"In the past, Buddhism never existed."

"Old objects from ancient times are actually useful again in this era."

"It shouldn't be the same as the Buddhist teachings of the past, but it is somewhat similar. Who is this Holy Mother of White Lotus?"

Below, Pyro wins the game.

A powerful Jindan man waved his hand to clear the venue, and then the second game began. The players stepped onto the ring and started another bloody fight.

Two contestants with extraordinary powers appeared at one time, and the first clash of extraordinary powers made the audience enthusiastic. But for real practitioners, it was very boring, just like watching a child wield a knife and a gun.

The only thing that can attract their attention is probably Daoyun born from the void.

The great masters of Heirang Prefecture named the Dao Yun who appeared below one by one.

"That's Taoist Changle. In my era, he was the master of Changle music, and he was at the peak of Nascent Soul!"

"That one seems to be the old devil of bliss. He has the skill of repairing the furnace and cauldron. His illusion skills are at their peak and can transform a whole world. Everything inside is so lifelike that those who enter it can't control their life or death."

"That's the Demon Lord Tianxin, who is said to be the number one soul in ancient and modern times. It's a pity that he was injured one after another and eventually died at the hands of a living immortal."

"Suffering injuries one after another?" Zhu Quetian glanced over, "No matter how good he is, he can't compare to a living immortal. Even in his prime, he would be slapped to death."

The man's face was red, but seeing that it was Zhuque, he didn't dare to reply for a long time.

Zhuquetian's strength is also one of the best in Heitang State. In the spiritual world where the strong are respected, the weak have no right to talk back. If they are of equal strength, they can still quarrel, but when facing someone stronger than themselves, it is best to be honest.

Shut up.

In the spiritual world, there is also a competition for fighting power. People discuss who is more powerful. Generally, the one with the bigger fist wins.

The Taoist monk next to him was helpless. Zhuque Tianping was not a person who liked to argue with others, but when it came to living immortals, he was a bit extreme.

At the end of Game 4, the sun sets, and the first day of competition officially ends.

At this time, the video of the game that was circulated caused an uproar. If most people had only half-believed it before, today's game undoubtedly shattered all doubts.

Participating in this kind of deathmatch can really gain supernatural powers.

The World Fighting Championship has completely made its name,

When everyone left, only the blood-stained arena was left.

The fragments of Heavenly Dao hidden in the void have countless figures floating around, and a steady stream of faith is consolidating their figures.

"Heaven is supremely private, and its use is supremely public."

An ordinary Taoist priest stood among them, his eyes were dull and his mouth opened and closed.

"The way to observe the sky, the way to hold the sky"

Every word he uttered was squeezing other shadows. No matter how profound Taoism was, he could only bow his head in front of him, speak according to the law, speak the constitution of heaven, look like the sun, and look like the moon.

The sky and the earth are illuminated as far as the eye can see. If you close your eyes for half a breath, it will be midnight.

Ta-ta-ta.

Half of the space was infected with blood. A Taoist holding a bamboo umbrella walked over. The place where he walked was littered with corpses, and endless murderous aura covered the sky and the sun.

"Kill all the people in the world and I will be clean."

The two looked the same, but had completely different charms. The two looked at each other speechless, unable to speak, let alone think.

It's just that the two Taoist rhymes each hold half of the sky, confront each other, and collide with each other.

And those Taoist rhymes from all eras can only be curled up in the corners.
Chapter completed!