"Lao Jiang, did you hear anything just now? It seems to be the roar of the demon corpse."


    At this time, in the audience of baizong battle platform, a young man in black suddenly asked questions.


    This young man in black is the black rock of Wu gangzong. In the hundred competitions, his achievements were a little higher than he expected, ranking 35th in the list. Jiang Li, the Fu puppet Zong standing next to him, won 38 places.


    Although it cannot be ranked in the top 30, it is also a great honor for a four grade sect to compete for the top 40 among thousands of sect talents.


    Hearing Heiyan''s question, Jiang Li''s face moved slightly. He immediately took back his eyes from the two figures of long Bufan and Long Ya who were fighting at the extreme speed on the battle platform, and felt it calmly. It was obvious that he also found that there was a surge of ferocious gas in the distant sky.


    Of course, in addition to Heiyan and Jiang Li, the more than 90 sect geniuses present were young leaders. They must have sensed the fierce breath and the tyrannical roar at the first time.


    They are no strangers to this breath and roar. It is the demon corpses who have been fighting in hundreds of battlefields a few days ago.


    At present, Heiyan, Jiang Li, Murong Yin, Liu Yunluo, Wu Moying, Yang Zhong, Mo Ming, and other sectarian geniuses react almost at the same time, move, fly high into the air, and then look in the direction of the breath,


    When people''s eyes looked into the distance, the dense army of demon corpses appeared in their pupils. Suddenly, everyone''s faces were pale and full of horror.


    In the previous competition of hunting demon corpses in 100 battlefields, although they also encountered a wave of demon corpses, the number is not so terrible, only three or four thousand at most. However, what appears in their vision now is at least 50000 according to the overwhelming shadow area.


    In terms of quantity, there is a full difference of more than ten times. No wonder the first reaction of these sectarian Tianjiao will be so shocked.


    "Whew --!"


    At this time, they suddenly saw a deacon of the temple Pavilion flying in the direction of the wall not far away, directly penetrating through the sound insulation guard light array on the top battle platform, and then respectfully fell next to Bai Weng.


    The external light curtain projection only put the portrait of the Biwu platform. The audience only saw that the Deacon suddenly flew into a temple Pavilion in the Biwu platform. After a few words with the Deacon chief Bai Weng, he flew out.


    In this regard, the outside audience did not guess too much. They turned their attention to the two constantly pounding figures on the Biwu platform, which was already in a white hot battle.


    I believe that in a short time, the finals will be over and a hundred champions will be born.


    "The deacon of the temple Pavilion, I don''t know what he said to Lord Bai Weng?" black rock murmured curiously looking at the figure of the deacon of the temple Pavilion who left.


    The Tianjiao of many other sects also had a puzzled expression. However, when they saw that the lower martial arts competition Taichung was still a calm Bai Weng watching the game, they seemed to relax.


    After all, even if the sky is about to fall, the deacons of these temples and pavilions are also carrying it. Moreover, there is an unfathomable deacon chief present. Even if it is just a divine sense, it is 100 times stronger than them.


    Everyone comforted themselves so much, and then continued to land in this depressed and tense atmosphere to watch the last duel of the hundred wars!


    The competition lasted for several months. It is bound to be a pity to witness the birth of the champion before the end.