"Ring number seven is over there."

Zhuo Wen's eyes immediately locked on a ring in the depths of a dense forest. With a kick of his right foot, he rushed towards the depths of the dense forest like a ray of light.

In the depths of the dense forest is a rather large open space. In the open space, there is a ring made of green hillstones with a size of one hundred feet.

At this moment, under the arena, there are a large number of warriors gathered, obviously all of them were drawn to the seventh arena by lottery.

Falling under the arena, Zhuo Wen didn't attract anyone's attention. As for Long Tian who was following him, he was drawn to the No. 9 ring, in the adjacent desert.

And those top geniuses in the Nine Nether Realms also fell under their respective rings.

Among them, Qinglongzi is in the first arena, Yang Yi is in the second arena, Yan Ruhuo is in the third arena, Lu Hantian is in the fourth arena, Huaxianzi is in the fifth arena, Mowen is in the sixth arena, Shui Zhe is in the seventh arena , Killer is in the eighth ring, Yasha is in the ninth ring, Yunran is in the tenth ring, and Gui Sha is in the eleventh ring.

And Zhuo Wen paid more attention to Wu Die in the fifteenth ring, Buddhist text in the seventeenth ring, Mo Yan Wushang in the twentieth ring, Jia Sha in the twenty-first ring...

Generally speaking, those with relatively high strength were basically assigned to different arenas, which was obviously arranged by Cao Rong deliberately.

Although the world of this natural landscape is huge, and the seventh arena where Zhuo Wen is located is deep in the dense forest, none of the warriors present are weak, they are all warriors standing at the peak of the Nine Nether Realm.

With their eyesight and mental strength, they can naturally have a panoramic view of the entire natural world, and the situation in other arenas is no exception.

Many warriors under the seventh arena looked at one of them standing proudly with apprehension.

This person is a man about twenty-nine years old, wearing a black windbreaker, with long hair that almost reaches his waist, and there is a trace of death in his eyes.

This person is Shui Zhe, the first genius in the Netherworld of Death. The aura on his body is as vast as the sea, but the aura it reveals contains an aura of death, as if this person is a dead person.

The other fighters in the seventh arena were all far away from him and did not dare to get too close. Apart from the fear in their hearts, it was the influence of this faint air of death.

Shui Zhe raised his chin slightly, his eyes were not on the other fighters in the seventh ring, but on the top talents in other rings.

He knew very well that in the seventh arena, he was the king, and no one could beat him. His real opponents were those peak geniuses in the Nine Nether Realm.

"This arena battle is also related to the amount of holy luck in your body. If you win a game, in addition to gaining one point, you can also deprive part of the holy luck from your opponent and integrate it into yourself."

"That's why I prefer to call this stage Seizing the Holy Luck."

Cao Rong's voice resounded again, reverberating endlessly in this space, making the warriors who were a little quiet at first boil up.

After tasting the great benefits of the Holy Luck, their desire for the Holy Luck is like a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

"It's not bad to be able to deprive the Holy Luck."

Shui Zhe was also moved. For the first time, his eyes fell on the other fighters in the seventh ring, but his eyes were not filled with the joy of meeting an opponent, but the greed of seeing the prey.

There is no doubt that he regarded the other ninety-nine fighters in the seventh ring as prey that could devour the Holy Luck.

"Being treated as prey, it is really a failure."

Zhuo Wen licked his lips, but he sneered in his heart. This Shui Zhe regarded other people as prey, but he didn't know that Zhuo Wen had already targeted him.

"The second hurdle to win the Holy Luck is about to begin, and my avatar is the referee in your arena."

Cao Rong, who was suspended in the sky, played the seal formula with his right hand, and his figure suddenly became blurred, and thirty Cao Rongs were divided into immediately.

Thirty in one!

Seeing Cao Rong's move, many warriors looked moved.

Having cultivated to their level, avatars are actually not a rare secret method, but it is really a bit powerful to split into 30 avatars at once. This Cao Rong is worthy of being a strong man at the level of a heavenly saint.

Whoosh!

Thirty clones landed on thirty rings, Cao Rong's face was expressionless and his eyes were stern.

On the seventh arena, Cao Rong glanced at the rest of the warriors below the arena, and continued: "Before the competition starts, I will rank you first."

As he said that, Cao Rong waved his sleeve robe, and a hundred light spots spilled out.

The light spot fell on Zhuo Wen's chest, and the number 'fifteen' was revealed on the clothes on his chest.

"It is up to me to decide the opponent in the contest, and I will draw numbers to match."

"No. 1 vs. No. 75 in the first round."

As soon as the words fell, two young men rushed out from under the ring. The two looked at each other cautiously, and the vitality in their bodies surged.

The strength of these two people is not weak, both are around the eighth level emperor realm. JrNovels.com