"In this third hurdle, you can compete for the luck of others and bring it into your own."

"Moreover, once someone's golden lines reach ten, they will become holy directly. Even those who have already achieved Profound Sage will be able to raise a small level, and there will be no side effects."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of countless warriors below all became blazing.

Especially for those warriors who have not yet become saints, a blazing light burst out from their eyes.

Even Qing Longzi, Yan Ruhuo and others who have become Profound Sages are all moved.

It is very difficult to become a saint. If there is no chance against the sky or the cultivation of a powerful force with all its strength, sanctification is almost an unattainable dream.

Even if it is sanctified, the small realms divided in it are extremely difficult to improve, and it takes many years of accumulation to break through a small realm.

Now, in this third stage of fighting for holy luck, once the golden lines on the center of the eyebrows reach ten, one can actually directly become a saint or raise a small realm of Profound Sage. This benefit is absolutely heaven-defying.

"And this third level is also the last level. Here, you can fight and vent to your heart's content."

"In the end, I will select the top nine and give you the key to go to Middle Earth. Of course, if some of you perform well, I will also recommend it to the Temple of Chaos."

With his hands behind his back, Cao Rong quietly looked down at the people below, and what he said made everyone below blow up.

"The key to Middle Earth, and the possibility of being introduced to the Temple of Chaos? This..."

Many warriors were shocked. The key to Middle Earth alone was already very attractive to them, not to mention the opportunity to introduce them to the Temple of Chaos.

The Temple of Chaos is the giant power of Middle Earth, and its sphere of influence is much stronger than the sum of the Nine Nether Realms.

Moreover, it is said that the cultivation methods of the arcanists in the four major plates of Eastern Earth, Southern Man, Arctic, and Western Regions were inherited from the Chaos Temple in Middle Earth.

It can be said that being able to climb the high branch of the Chaos Temple will undoubtedly lead to prosperity in the future.

Don't talk about Zhuo Wen, even Qinglongzi, Yan Ruhuo and other top-ranked geniuses and evildoers have become frenzied and restless from their original calm mood.

"Brother Qinglong, how about our alliance for the holy fortune?" Yan Ruhuo suddenly spoke to Qinglongzi.

Qinglongzi narrowed his eyes, glanced at Yan Ruhuo lightly, and said: "Since there are so many benefits from the Holy Luck, it is actually right for the two of us to join forces."

There was a subtle smile on the corner of Yan Ruhuo's mouth, and his eyes were full of cruelty.

Qinglongzi has six golden lines between his eyebrows, and he also has five golden lines between his eyebrows, the two of them are the closest to the ten golden lines among a hundred people.

Yan Ruhuo knew that his alliance with Qinglongzi would definitely pass the test and deprive the rest of the people of their golden patterns, so it might not be a problem.

Although Cao Rong said that if you gather ten golden patterns, you will get great benefits. Those who have not entered the holy warrior can become holy, and those who become holy warriors can advance to a small realm.

But what if more gold patterns could be gathered?

There is no doubt that the more golden patterns are collected, the more benefits one can get.

After all, the third level is called Striving for Holy Luck, so it is doomed that the Holy Luck of this level will come from fighting.

As long as you are strong, let alone ten golden lines, even if you have twenty, thirty or even more, it is possible to snatch them from others.

Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered. Although the competition for the Holy Luck had not yet started, just judging from Cao Rong's tone and the people around who were ready to move, the competition in this level must be extremely fierce.

"I don't want to talk nonsense. The central area of ??Jiuyou Tiantai is surrounded by yellow mist all the year round. You'd better pay attention to this yellow mist, because there are many tiny creatures living in it."

"These creatures are extremely destructive. If you breathe them into your body, these little things will cause inhuman destruction."

After Cao Rong reminded him, he waved his sleeve robe, and immediately the restrictions around the central area were lifted.

"go in!"

Whoosh whoosh!

As soon as these words came out, countless figures were like locusts, sweeping towards the central area, and plunged into the depths of the yellow mist, which was bottomless.

Long Tian silently darted to Zhuo Wen's side, with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

Since Zhuo Wen still used the identity of Wen Zhuo, other old friends who knew him did not recognize him at all, and only his two avatars and Long Tian knew his identity.

Of course, Zhuo Wen also noticed that the lazy Yang Yi always cast meaningful glances at him, causing Zhuo Wen to frown slightly.

"This Yang Yi is extremely difficult, did you see something?" Zhuo Wen frowned.

"Probably not, your Ever-changing God Art has been practiced to the point of perfection, even Cao Rong can't see your reality at a glance, and Yang Yi is just a mysterious sage, it is impossible to see through your disguise." In my mind. Among them, Xiao Hei said calmly.

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen nodded, and whispered to Long Tian: "Let's go in too." JrNovels.com