At this time, the young man Song Yuan headed by the Primordial Hall walked out of the crowd and did not go directly to the crack. Instead, he looked up at Liu Ying in the air, nodded and nodded.
Liu Ying glanced at Song Yuan, then looked back, seeming to be a little disdainful.
The two seemed to know each other, but they seemed a little uncomfortable with each other.
One is the grandson of the Immortal Sect's great law enforcement elder, and the other is Heavenly Sword Peak's core disciple. Why don't you even give them face?
Song Yuan hesitated slightly, looked away with a cold face, and walked to the crack.
He stood still and did not go in immediately. Instead, he looked up at the constantly fluctuating space crack, as if waiting for something.
The nine people behind him also stood still, motionless.
Zhou Qi saw it in their eyes and knew in their hearts that they were waiting for the opportunity.
Sure enough, at the moment when the wave at the crack expanded to its maximum, Song Yuan moved.
He jumped up, and like a white lightning, he accurately passed through the middle of the crack and disappeared into the darkness.
The nine people behind him followed closely, one after another, steadily, accurately and quickly, and no one touched the edge.
Liu Ying nodded and continued reading:
"The second one--Great Sun Divine Sect!"
Another group of people walked out.
The leader is a man in his early thirties, with a resolute face, a tall body, and his overall aura is not much weaker than Song Yuan.
Zhou Qi glanced at it, and the system popped up--Liu Qian, Early Golden Core Eighth Layer.
What surprised everyone was that after Liu Ying saw Liu Qian, he actually smiled and floated down from the air.
He landed in front of Liu Qian, took something out of his arms and put it into Liu Qian's hand.
Liu Qian glanced down, nodded, and stuffed it into his arms.
Liu Ying smiled and patted his shoulder, then smiled and nodded at the nine people behind Liu Qian before stepping aside.
The whole place was in an uproar.
Primordial Hall, Song Yuan, Liu Ying don't even bother to look at them.
Liu Qian and Liu Ying of the Great Sun Divine Sect came to visit them personally, gave gifts, patted their shoulders, and greeted each one. The difference in treatment was also huge.
"A relative?" Zhao Wuji whispered.
Liu Ying flew back into the air and continued to read:
"The third one--Great Xia Dynasty!"
"The fourth one--Heavenly Origin Sect!"
"The fifth one--Great Xuan Dynasty!"
One after another, forces came forward and jumped into the cracks one after another.
Zhou Qi swept over one by one, silently remembering the strength of each force in his heart.
The leaders of the top ten forces range from Golden Core Sixth Layer to seventh level.
Zhou Qi shook his head secretly, is it so different? Logically speaking, his strength is already very fast, but compared with these top-ranked forces, he is still a little behind.
From the tenth to the twentieth, the leader began to descend to Golden Core, Fifth Layer, the fourth level.
By the time there are twenty people left, the leader will basically be around Golden Core Third Layer.
The subsequent forces Zhou Qi no longer took it seriously and simply began to close their eyes and rest.
I don't know how long it took, but Liu Ying's voice finally remembered them:
"Seventy-three--Great Yong Dynasty!"
Everyone's spirits were lifted.
Su Wenyuan folded the fans, glanced at everyone and said, "Let's go."
The others followed, and several Foundation Establishment, Sixth Layer players took a deep breath, clenched their fists and took two quick steps forward, as if they were afraid of falling behind.
A group of people walked through the crowd and walked to the crack.
Liu Ying glanced down at them, his eyes passing over everyone, but he paused for a moment on Zhou Qi.
Apparently he was a little surprised after seeing the strength of Zhou Qi.
Liu Ying is the great monk of the Nascent Soul Realm. It is not surprising to see through the strength of Zhou Qi.
But the other party didn't say anything and quickly looked away.
Everyone stood in front of the crack, looking up at the constantly fluctuating space crack, their eyes calm and their breathing steady.
The waves at the crack are getting bigger and faster - it's here.
"Now!" Su Wenyuan shouted and jumped up.
His figure was like a big bird, accurately passing through the middle of the crack and disappearing into the darkness.
Shen Hongyuan followed closely, followed by Su Wenyuan, Han Qianshan, Zhao Wuji, and then the Foundation Establishment, Sixth Layer players.
Zhou Qi is the last one.
He didn't hesitate, stepped forward, and shot straight into the crack like an arrow.
Darkness swallowed him.
The sound of howling wind came to my ears, mixed with the hum caused by the fluctuations in space.
My body felt like it was being pulled, squeezed, and twisted by a big invisible hand, and my internal organs were surging.
But the discomfort only lasted a few breaths.
Suddenly his eyes lit up.
Zhou Qi Open your eyes.
He was already standing in a strange world.
He didn't move for the first time.
Standing on the spot, his eyes quickly glanced around, and Divine Sense spread out silently, covering an area of several miles in radius.
The sky is gray and there is no sun, but there is a layer of uniform and soft light shining down from the dome, like a huge lantern covering the top of the head.
The air was filled with a faint smell of vegetation, mixed with a faint smell of blood.
He stood at the edge of a sparse woodland.
Ahead is an open grassland, the grass is not high, just ankle-deep, and occasionally there are a few unknown wild flowers dotted among it.
Further away, there is a stretch of low hills covered with dark green shrubs, spreading like a thick velvet blanket on the ground.
Behind him is a forest. The trees are not high but have dense branches and leaves. It is dark in the forest and cannot be seen clearly.
Zhou Qi withdrew his gaze and looked down at his waist.
Immortal Ascension Token is still hanging there, completely black, exactly the same as before entering the venue.
He reached out and took it off, turning it over to the back.
On the backside, which was originally as smooth as a mirror, a line of numbers appeared: 1.
This is his initial score.
Zhou Qi hung Token back on his waist and looked up at the sky.
There are no clouds and no sun in the sky, but a very faint light curtain can be vaguely seen on the dome flowing slowly, like an invisible river.
In the middle of the light curtain, there were already more than a dozen names.
The top few are either Primordial Hall or Great Sun Divine Sect:
[Wang Ding, Primordial Hall, points: 49]
[Song Yuan, Primordial Hall, points: 32]
[Liu Mang, Great Sun Divine Sect, points: 30]
Calculating the time, the other party had only been in for less than an hour and had already killed so many people.
Zhou Qi looked back and thought for a moment, this competition is about points.
Killing is also allowed, and the meaning is very clear. Basically, whoever is stronger will advance to the top thirty.
Among the more than a thousand players, Zhou Qi's strength is not top-notch, but it can still be regarded as the level of fifteen or sixteen.
But this is unstable. Once the top ten forces get together, it will be troublesome, especially Primordial Hall. Who can be the opponent?
After Zhou Qi thought for a while, he decided to find a Demon Beast to try the water first.
He released Divine Sense again and carefully scanned the surrounding environment.
There are several auras of Demon Beast within a few miles, but they are all weak and not worth a special trip.
Great Yong None of the other nine people were nearby.
The random transmission is indeed very random.
Just when Zhou Qi was about to choose a direction and walk around for a while.
Suddenly, his Divine Sense caught a hint of movement.
Just dozens of feet ahead, the space suddenly began to tremble slightly.
The tremor was so subtle that if he hadn't been deliberately vigilant, he would have been almost unnoticeable.
Suddenly, a hole opened in the space.
It was not the kind of door that Liu Ying tore open with a pen, but a small, narrow crack, like someone had made a cut in the cloth with a knife.
A figure was spit out from the crack.