The Sims, My Alien Path

Time flies, the battles on the fighting stage continue, and the spiritual power fluctuations continue to surge in the void.

The difference in the strength of the cultivators is fully revealed in this competition. Some are in high spirits, while others leave sadly.

Half a day passed quietly, and it was finally Ling Tian's turn to take action.

Ling Tian looked calm and landed lightly on a white jade fighting stage where a battle had just ended.

A faint spiritual light flowed on the surface of the jade stage, shining like a bright mirror.

As soon as he entered the stage, Ling Tian frowned slightly and scanned the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness.

I saw a layer of faint spiritual light curtain, isolating the entire fighting stage from the void, and the barrier built by spiritual power was like a transparent curtain.

"So that's it." Ling Tian's eyes flashed with understanding, and he whispered softly: "This formation is to limit the scope of the battle. After all, the speed of the cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm is amazing. If they are allowed to chase and fight, it will probably last forever."

"No wonder they set up a fighting platform. I originally thought that the battlefield of a thousand feet in radius was too cramped. This design can not only limit the duration of the battle, but also force the cultivators to fight head-on."

"Although this move will weaken some cultivators who are good at body movements, but..." Ling Tian raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and whispered: "For me, it doesn't matter."

Before he finished speaking, a figure had already stepped onto the fighting platform.

That was the young cultivator, with a look of progress in his eyes, and he obviously had no confidence in his own strength.

Ling Tian nodded slightly and made a "please" gesture.

To deal with a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, he had given him enough face.

The young monk was not polite either. He made a gesture with his hands, and in an instant, the flames shot up into the sky.

A blood-red fire curtain suddenly rose up, and the scorching temperature twisted the air, covering Ling Tian.

However, Ling Tian looked indifferent, and just waved his sleeves lightly.

In an instant, a powerful spiritual power surged out of his body, turning into a cool spiritual wind, gently blowing past.

The seemingly powerful fire curtain was as fragile as thin paper, and was torn to pieces in an instant.

The spiritual wind continued to move forward and went straight to the young monk.

The young monk's face suddenly changed, and he wanted to use the escape method to avoid it, but found that an invisible pressure firmly imprisoned him in place.

He showed fear on his face, and quickly cast dozens of defensive spells and laid down heavy shields in front of him.

However, these defenses were nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot under Ling Tian's casual attack.

The shields were shattered wherever the spiritual wind passed.

In the young man's horrified eyes, a white light flashed, and his figure disappeared from the fighting stage.

"With such strength, he dares to participate in the Hundred Sects Competition..." Ling Tian shook his head and sighed, muttering to himself: "I don't even need to use magic, just a breeze condensed by spiritual power is enough to defeat him."

"It seems that these years of hard training have indeed allowed me to step into another level. Well, yes, it's all thanks to my hard work..."

After saying that, Ling Tian left the field and returned to the void to wait for the next round of competition.

Every battle seems to be a leisurely stroll in the breeze and bright moon.

Thirteen days passed in a flash.

During this period, countless cultivators left the field sadly in the fierce battle.

The once bustling battlefield in the void now has only more than a thousand people struggling to support it.

The battle became more and more intense, and the spiritual power fluctuations rose and fell.

Some people were exhausted after a series of hard battles, and some people persisted with injuries, and their robes were stained with blood.

The auras of the cultivators fluctuated, and they had obviously reached their limits.

Some cultivators were even covered in wounds in the battle, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted, just for the hope of advancement.

Ling Tian silently followed the battle of Wang Teng and others with his spiritual sense.

Most of them also won with one strike, and only when they met opponents in the perfect stage of the Nascent Soul would they have more tricks.

But in Ling Tian's view, these were just ordinary tricks, and he could also exert the same or even stronger power.

Obviously, other cultivators could not force their strength.

During this period, as the competition deepened, the strength of the opponents continued to rise.

Even Ling Tian had to spend more time in some battles.

Although these opponents still could not pose a real threat to him, the spiritual power consumed was indeed a little more than before.

And his clones were also invincible, shining brightly on another battlefield.

The main body and the clones cooperated tacitly, sweeping the cultivators of the same level.

Only a few people could pose a threat to them.

At this time, all those who remained on the field were powerful warriors at the late Nascent Soul stage or above.

These cultivators were all geniuses who dominated their peers. To be able to survive such a fierce competition was not only a proof of strength, but also a blessing from luck.

At this moment, Xu Feng's figure, which was as still as a stone statue, finally moved..

He slowly stood up, his eyes swept over the remaining cultivators in the field, and said in a deep voice: "After more than ten days of fierce competition, we have selected the top 1,000 cultivators."

"However, many contestants are already seriously injured at this time."

"In order to give you time to recover, we will continue to select in five days to decide the final list of the top 100 to represent Luoying City in the battle in Zhongzhou."

As soon as these words came out, many cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.

Many of them have tried their best to support until now, either because of excessive consumption of spiritual power or fighting with injuries.

These five days of rest time are like timely rain for them.

Ling Tian didn't care about it. Although the battles these days also consumed a lot of spiritual power, his condition was still at its peak.

But it was a good thing to have time to adjust his breath.

After all, fighting in the void all the time is inevitably a bit monotonous.

Xu Feng looked around, with some admiration in his eyes.

The cultivators in the field were either sharp and sharp or full of aura, all of which showed extraordinary strength.

This group of advanced cultivators are indeed the elite among the contestants.

"Then, this selection has come to an end for the time being. Five days later, we will continue the battle..." As soon as Xu Feng finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a light gate appeared in the void again.

Seeing this, all the cultivators flew towards the light gate.

Ling Tian's body and clone also followed the crowd, passed through the light gate, and left the Doufa Secret Realm.

Xu Feng looked at the backs of the cultivators leaving, with a smile on his lips, and whispered: "The talents of Luoying City this time are really extraordinary. There are actually six top geniuses whose strength far exceeds the perfection of the Nascent Soul."

"In this way, the reward I will get this time will not be small..." Thinking of this, Xu Feng nodded with satisfaction, and then left the Doufa Secret Realm.

As soon as Ling Tian and others stepped out of the secret realm, they heard cheers like a tsunami.

Looking around, countless cultivators and mortals gathered in the outside world, and the scene was spectacular.

These people had been waiting here for more than ten days, just to see the style of the geniuses.

Ling Tian quickly noticed a thousand-foot light curtain suspended in the air, and couldn't help showing a trace of realization.

It turned out that the competition in the Doufa Secret Realm was broadcast live to the outside world.

No wonder so many people stopped to watch.

Many people looked at Ling Tian with awe and admiration, obviously they had witnessed Ling Tian's powerful strength.

According to Ling Tian's performance of easily defeating his opponent, he was already a strong man at the same level as Wang Teng and Ye Shaoyuan.

Ling Tian looked at the crowd at the scene, his expression thoughtful, and a trace of inexplicable brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"Since the outside world can watch the live broadcast in the secret realm, then maybe I can..."