This was the seal of Sky God Lu Balin.
Awakening this seal would allow one to obtain a portion of the god's power.
Gu Mo's strength rapidly rose, becoming stronger and denser. The figure on his forehead also became brighter and brighter, shining brighter and brighter.
It gave off a suffocating feeling.
"The Sky God 'Lu Balin' condensed his God Soul 6300 years ago and was brought to the Yin World. Among the many Evil Gods in the Yin World, he is ranked higher than Alun Buddha, in the top 100." Yao Ji said.
The Yin World had gathered all the fiends from the five dynasties since the ancient times. The number couldn't be described with words.
Sky God Lu Balin was too young compared to the fiends that were born more than a hundred thousand years ago. One could see how powerful his faith was to be able to rank in the top one hundred.
Four of the seventy-two countries in the Western Region worshipped the Sky God. Even some people in the Western Region Prefecture worshiped him.
Of course, it didn't mean that the older a fiend was, the stronger its cultivation would be. After all, the fiend's power came from the people's faith and the number of incense offerings. If the temple of a hundred-thousand-year-old fiend collapsed, the fiend would lose faith and incense offerings, and its power would decline.
Of course, Lu Balin, the God of the Sky, was more powerful than Alun Realm Buddha, but it didn't mean that Lu Balin was more powerful than Luo Moba. The key was how powerful his consciousness was and how much power he could borrow from the God of the Sky.
Gu Mo's cultivation was no small matter. Divine clouds billowed around his body and his long hair burned like flames. Every time he unleashed a Magical Technique, it gave off a feeling of a tempestuous storm.
"Earth Splitting Axe."
Forty divine intents flew around Feng Feiyun. Each looked exactly like him, just like a soul.
The 40 strands of Divine Sense overlapped together, forming a giant battle axe that smashed down. Without any suspense, Gu Mo was directly sent flying off the stage. His entire body was dyed red with blood, and even half of his head had been severed.
Other prodigies wouldn't be able to defeat them so easily. After all, not everyone had a freakish divine intent like Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun was their nemesis.
Feng Feiyun's Divine Sense was even stronger than the Divine Soul of the Gods they believed in.
None of these youths were afraid of death. When one died, the second would rush onto the stage, and then the third … They did not give Feng Feiyun any chance to catch his breath.
In a short period of two hours, Feng Feiyun had killed 11 foreign youths in a row. All of them possessed extraordinary battle prowess, and they could be considered overlords of the younger generation.
"The underground gambling palace wants to exhaust Feng Ergou by taking turns to wear him down." Someone with sharp eyes saw through their intentions.
"No matter how powerful a cultivator is, the amount of spiritual energy within their dantian is limited.
Feng Ergou may look like he won easily, but he used his full strength in every move, which consumed a lot of spirit qi. If he kept fighting until nightfall, he would probably fall to the ground from exhaustion. "
"But the gambling palace is losing a lot as well. Even if they can beat Ergou and get back the 300,000 spirit stones, they'll lose many top geniuses as well."
"Every genius is a priceless treasure. Is this really worth it?" Many people asked this question.
Xiaonan smiled: "Of course.
These youths look strong but they are only borrowing the power of the fiends. They won't be able to surpass the fiends they worship. It would already be amazing if three of them could reach the half-step Giant level in the future. "
"Their potential can't compare to the overlords and kings of the younger generation. Their value is also very low.
After they die, they won't be able to borrow the power of the fiends. The gambling palace's master will quickly train a second batch of them. "
"So that's how it is. Looks like Feng Ergou is in danger. Even if he's strong, he'll be exhausted to death today."
…
Those foreign youths ascended the battle platform in an unending stream, advancing wave after wave without fear of death. They didn't seem like humans, but more like puppets.
Time flew by and dusk arrived.
The setting sun hung above the city walls as red as a cinnabar.
The day would end in another quarter of an hour. If no one could defeat Feng Ergou by then, he would become the winner of today's Golden stage and gain the right to enter the second round. Of course, he would also win 300,000 spirit stones.
The atmosphere grew tense and many of the older cultivators rushed over when they heard about it.
"300,000 spirit stones, I'm afraid only the treasury of a God Base dynasty or the Yin Gou Clan would be able to take out such a sum. It's enough to build a monstrous sect within one hundred years." A Giant sighed.
"The backer of the gambling palace might be one of the four great clans. They must have hidden cards and won't let anyone win 300,000 spirit stones so easily."
"I wonder which supreme genius will take action in the last quarter of an hour?"
"Boom!" A deafening explosion resounded.
Another prodigy was killed. Feng Feiyun kicked him off the stage. He rolled down the stage and became a bloody mess.
This was the thirty-second person.
Feng Feiyun's black robe was drenched in blood. His hat was also stained with blood. At this moment, he looked like a demonic Asura, a killing machine.
The ones he killed were all top young experts. He was even more domineering than the Dark Realm's young lord who killed 43 people yesterday.
At this moment, the cultivators below the battle platform were frightened by the vicious aura coming from his body. It was as if he was no longer a human, but an evil demon.
A few pampered young ladies and princesses had never seen such a bloody scene before. Some vomited while others fainted and were carried away by their clans.
"This person is so powerful. He killed more than 30 experts of the younger generation in a row, but it seems like he didn't use much strength. Is he pretending to be relaxed, or has he not shown his true cultivation from the beginning to the end?"
Princess Luofu stood on top of the palace and felt the murderous aura of the demonic successor. She had an indescribable feeling.
Yao Ji's pretty eyes sparkled: "This is an interesting person.
Is Your Highness afraid that you will marry him after he wins the groom selection? "
Luofu replied: "Winning the groom selection is extremely difficult. Even Beiming Potian and Li Xiaonan aren't confident in winning, let alone him."
"Then who do you want to marry?" Yao Ji smiled.
The princess pondered for a moment before a figure appeared in her mind. This figure flashed and quickly disappeared. She said: "You have too many questions."
Yao Jixue let out a carefree smile.
"Amazing!
Amazing!
Worthy of being the demonic successor. "A young woman's voice appeared.
She didn't see her figure, but she could hear her voice.
This voice was full of infatuation, definitely from a charming woman. However, her voice was ethereal as if it came from a thousand miles away.
"Whoosh!"
A violet ray broke through the formation on the wall and flew straight for the Huang stage. In the next second, it landed in front of Feng Feiyun.
He actually broke through the Imperial City's Array Formation. Although the Imperial City's Great Array Formation wasn't activated, it was just the usual Protective Array Formation. It wasn't something that ordinary people could break through.
"It's a good thing that I made it at the last moment."
This was a handsome man with a three-foot sword hanging by his waist. His long hair draped down his shoulders, bright eyes, and white teeth. His skin was even more delicate than a woman's.
His voice was soft and beautiful, like the chirping of orioles. It was even more beautiful than a woman's voice.
He didn't seem like a man at all. His arms were snow white, and his legs were slender to the point where almost no hair could be seen. His figure was even more attractive than a woman's. If one looked at him from behind, he was simply like a peerless beauty that would cause many male cultivators to burn with lust, thinking that they had seen a goddess.
The moment Feiyun saw this man, he took a deep breath and couldn't help but take a step back. It wasn't because he was afraid of him, it was because he had never seen such a "beautiful" man before. Moreover, he was wearing a woman's clothing.
Su Yun was the most beautiful man among the geniuses, but he had more of a heroic and elegant air.
However, this man gave off a gentle and seductive feeling. If it wasn't for the fact that his chest was extremely flat, Feng Feiyun would've thought that he was a beauty. To be more precise, he was even more beautiful than a beauty.
Below the stage, gasps could be heard. Many male cultivators' eyes lit up. Even though they knew he was a man, they still couldn't help but stare at him a few more times. Men couldn't resist his charm.
"Damn, where did this guy come from?" Ningshuai's body spasmed in fear.
This man wore a purple silk robe with a long skirt, revealing a pair of slender jade-like legs. He had a beautiful figure with distinct curves and slender fingers. He glanced at Feng Feiyun and softly asked: "You are Er Gou?"
His every movement was like that of a woman. His eyelashes were long and neat, and it was obvious that they had been carefully trimmed. His hair swayed in the wind, and a pair of blue butterfly earrings could be vaguely seen on his small ears. They fell gently, and when they collided, they made a clear sound.
Feng Feiyun gritted his teeth as if he was facing a great enemy. He took two steps back and coughed: "Miss … Miss your sister!
Brother, if you want to fight, then let's fight. What's the point of talking so much? "
"Haha!"
His steps were light and graceful, and he didn't wear shoes. His feet were like a three-inch golden lotus, smooth and clean like jade. His skin was exquisite, and each of his nails was neatly trimmed and smeared with white scented incense. His walking posture was even more graceful and beautiful than a royal princess who had been educated in etiquette, causing the eyes of the cultivators below the platform to light up. It was as if a pack of wild wolves had seen a delicious little lamb.
"Don't call me brother, call me Long Qingyang from the Tianlong Dynasty."
His eyelashes fluttered while his lips were as clear as cherries. His slender fingers played with his hair with a pitiful gaze.
"Your surname is Long?
You're from the royal clan? "Feng Feiyun took another step back.
"There are many people with the surname Long in this world, not just the royal clan of the Jin Dynasty."
Long Qingyang's sleeves fluttered as he leaned forward. His eyes were filled with bitterness. His every frown and smile were more beautiful than a beauty, just like a sixteen-year-old girl experiencing her first awakening of love.