I, the head of the strongest insane asylum

Chapter 63

"The second level is called Unrivaled World, and those who break through the level will compete in the same realm, and the enemy is the phantom summoned by my formation.

"These phantoms are all disciples of the various sects of the Supreme Immortal Court. If you defeat them, the winner will be rewarded."

A majestic and majestic female voice sounded, and above the ring, the light of the formation suddenly shone.

Immediately afterwards, phantoms from the ancient times were condensed and appeared on the ring.

These phantoms are all wearing divine armor, majestic and terrifying, each of them is heroic and upright, with lightning-like eyes.

At the same time, a light curtain appeared next to the arena, and the information of the phantom was displayed on it:

Name: Zhang Heng

Cultivation level: Ninth Layer of Stone Cracking Realm

Status: Disciple of the Starfall Sect, member of the No.16 team of the Killing God Army

boom!

A long halberd blasted the arena out of a pothole, and the phantom just stood there, giving people a great pressure.

Looking at his opponent from ancient times, Lao Meng felt his blood boil.

Licking the corner of his mouth, Lao Meng could already feel his qi and blood boiling, and the fighting spirit sprouting in his body.

Swish!

The halberd stretched out, and the phantom said coldly, "Rebels, come to fight!"

Immediately, an aura of iron and blood that has been tempered through thousands of years filled the air. Normal people would have been terrified in the face of this aura, and the timid would even be so frightened that they would faint directly.

But Lao Meng was full of fighting spirit, and shouted, "Come and fight!"

Qi and blood surged out, wrapped in the fist in an instant, and punched out.

boom!

The two figures couldn't wait to start a fierce duel.

This situation also happens in other arenas.

The opponent of the old blind man was a phantom holding a long sword. He looked very young. When the long sword was swung, there were countless stars flowing.

Phantom information appears on the light curtain:

Name: Liu Yunfei

Cultivation level: Ninth Layer of Stone Cracking Realm

Status: Disciple of the Starfall Sect, member of the No.13 team of the Killing God Army.

"Liu Yunfei, a member of the No.13 team of the Killing God Army, a disciple of the Starfall Sect, come to fight!"

The old blind man raised his head, faced this phantom with a rare seriousness on his face, and responded, "The second fifth-level mentally ill patient in the lunatic asylum, Daoist Changsheng Daoist, asks for a fight."

Talking nonsense in a serious manner.

The phantom was not conscious, still expressionless, just repeating a paragraph mechanically, and then waved the starlight to attack the old blind man.

……

rely on ah.

This is not fair!

Yin You was about to cry.

Nima, other people's opponents are phantoms summoned by the formation, why am I a real person pk?

But the opponent is still Zhou Luo!

He is an eighth level of the cracking stone realm with a loss of Dao foundation, and he uses his head to fight Zhou Luo, the Tianmai realm?

Compared with the gloomy want to cry but no tears, Zhou Luo is happy.

The opponent is Yin Yin?

Isn't this giving someone's head for nothing?

"Zhou Luo, you are a cultivator at the Tianmai Realm!" Yin You looked at Zhou Luo and said sternly.

Zhou Luo geared up and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely crush you with my cultivation, and beat you until you can't take care of yourself."

Yinyou is stupid.

Does this guy have any shame?

Nima can be so confident in saying that he suppresses people with his realm?

"Boy, submit to me obediently!"

With an incomparably secondary shout, the surging spiritual power in Zhou Luo's body turned into a giant hand and slapped it out. The terrifying power made Yin You's scalp tingle.

it's over...

Seeing the giant hand crushing down, Yin You was full of despair.

Suddenly, there was a formation of light flickering on the ring, and the giant hand with spiritual power instantly dissipated into nothingness.

The light of the formation enveloped Zhou Luo, instantly swept him out, and his figure dissipated on the spot.

what's the situation?

Seeing Zhou Luo being swept away by the formation, Yin You didn't react for a while.

At the same time, the formation summoned a phantom again, slowly appearing on the ring.

The phantom was wearing a divine armor, his eyes were cold and iron-blooded, and the halberd in his hand pointed straight at Yin You.

The powerful and ferocious aura made Yin You's face bitter again.

Although changed an opponent.

But he doesn't seem to be able to beat this...

"Damn, what's going on?"

After a whirlwind, Zhou Luo found himself on the sidelines.

In front of him are those arenas, but he is outside the arenas now.

A ball of fire suddenly appeared beside Zhou Luo.

The whole body of the fireball was crimson red, and two hollow pupils and a big mouth formed by grinning flames were exposed in the flames.

The fireball burned in the void, exuding a terrifying and introverted temperature, which contained a grand consciousness, and made a somewhat immature voice, "As a cultivator in the Tianmai realm, you have exceeded the level of assessment."

Zhou Luo was taken aback by this guy who appeared out of nowhere, "Who are you?"

I saw the big mouth of the fireball shaking:

"My soul... my lord is the heaven and the earth, and I am the only one who is the most powerful fire in the universe. You can call me Lord Mao Mao."

"Ok Momo."

"Presumptuous, you must add the word "adult" after it!"

Zhou Luo ignored the words of the fire, and asked, "You just said that I exceeded the assessment level, what do you mean?"

"It's very simple. This assessment is to select geniuses below the Tianmai Realm, and you have reached the Tianmai Realm now, so you don't belong to the scope of the assessment."

The Fireball paused for a moment, and then said mockingly, "And your talent is extremely poor. I have seen very few people with such poor talent, so you are not worthy of the assessment."

Zhou Luo was stunned for a moment, and then he almost blurted out the sentence "I'll kill you", but luckily he swallowed it back.

At close range, he could feel the terrifying energy contained in this ball of fire.

Even the spiritual power in his body slowed down under the high temperature.

Zhou Luo always has a feeling that the other party seems to be able to extinguish himself with a small flame.

This is a hidden boss!

Zhou Luo stretched out his finger and pointed at the genitals on the ring, "He is also at the Tianmai level, why can he stay in the ring?"

Fireball's tone became more and more disdainful, "This old guy is just a clone, and his strength has been suppressed. He is a fake Tianmai. His strength is not at all in the real Tianmai state, and he is not out of range."

After listening to the explanation, Zhou Luo suddenly felt that it was not so difficult to accept.

The translation of Huoqiu's words means that his combat power is too strong.

No problem.

"Although this old guy is already old, his talent is not bad, much better than yours." Fireball made another stab.

Zhou Luo could only show an mmp smile on his face, and then said, "I am also a person participating in the assessment, so what do you want me to do now, is it unreasonable?"

In the arena, Zhou Luo originally planned to kill everyone and win rewards, but who would have thought that he would go directly from a team member to a melon-eating crowd in the audience.

The contrast in identity was so great that he didn't react all of a sudden.

"Who said I made you wait?" The fireball fluttered, "My uncle got you out, of course there is a reason."

As he said that, his tone suddenly became excited, "I haven't gambled for thousands of years, Sao Nian, hurry up and make two bets with me, let me have a good time!"

"What?" Zhou Luo didn't react.

"It's just a bet, a bet against each other!" Huoqiu emphasized his tone.

Seeing the ball of fire jumping up and down excitedly, Zhou Luo's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Anyone who knows him knows it.

This is the rhythm that Fudge is about to start.

On the shoulder, the old man's heart suddenly trembled, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Zhou Luo, and then he sighed in his heart, "This guy is about to start again."

I saw an innocent smile on Zhou Luo's face, "Maomao, I'm a three-good boy with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor. I won't do gambling!"