The continent of the Nine Provinces is basically distributed in a ring shape, You Ling Continent and Chongming Island belong to the north and south, separated by an eight desolate continents. The Nether Plume Continent was bordered by the Ice Accumulation Continent to the west and the Great Stone Continent to the east. Its area was nearly 22 million square kilometers. The terrain was narrow and long, and it looked like a carving plume. The climate was relatively cold, so it was named Nether Plume Continent.

Nether Desolate Island was located in the Realm River on the western side of You Ling Continent, It was an extremely strange place. The island was sparsely grafted with skin. Only a few tenacious shrubs, weeds, moss, and the like could grow. There were bare blackstone mountains everywhere. The island was filled with a very uncomfortable aura. It was truly not suitable for people to live there for a long time. Therefore, the island within a radius of more than a hundred kilometers had become a desolate island.

The entrance to the eighteenth floor was located at the center of this desolate island. The eighteenth floor was an even more strange place. Ever since it was discovered, the eighteenth floor had existed for 50,000 years and would continue to exist. Until now, no one knew how it formed or why it existed.

Why is this place called the eighteenth floor?

Firstly, the space inside was indeed divided into eighteen floors. Secondly, it was filled with filthy and disgusting monsters, known as hell monsters. Eighteen levels meant both eighteen levels of space and the meaning of hell, and Chu Jun and the others were about to enter hell to train.

The Earth Dragon rumbled into the skies above Nether Island and headed towards the center of the island.

Chu Jun stood on the Lil 'Dragon and looked down at the blackstones and shrubs in the wilderness with a solemn expression. He felt a faint sense of unease in his heart. This desolate island was like a monster with its mouth wide open.

"This damn place is a bit strange. Why do I feel uncomfortable all over?" Wei An frowned.

Actually, it wasn't just him. Ever since they entered the Nether Desolate Island, everyone on the Lil 'Dragon had been feeling uncomfortable and depressed. The negative emotions of disappointment and frustration enveloped everyone's heads like lead clouds.

Chu Jun nodded and said, "The aura here is indeed very uncomfortable. I'm afraid it's even worse in the eighteenth floor. We can't change the environment, so we can only change ourselves to adapt!"

Hou Jun, the bronze battle general who had been standing at the bow of the ship, turned around and looked at Chu Jun approvingly, "Well said, if you can't change the environment, then change yourself." Don't forget that you are the most outstanding youths in Chongming Island. You represent Chongming Island. Don't fucking embarrass Chongming Island if you enter the 18th floor. If anyone can't even get past the first floor, scram back. Let's see how this daddy takes care of you! "

The battle general was indeed a battle general. He spoke in a rude and direct manner. However, Chu Jun, who was from a military background, felt that he was exceptionally cordial. He teased, "Hou Shenjiang, be careful of being tidied up!"

Although Hou Jun was a bronze battle general, his strength was only at the middle Gold Core stage. If he really fought, Hou Jun might not be able to defeat many people present.

Hou Jun almost choked. He pointed at Chu Jun and scolded, "Brat, I would have known that you were number one in this competition. You have the ability to be arrogant. Believe it or not, I can beat you to shit with fifty Foundation Establishment Combat Soldiers!"

A general's own strength may not be strong, but his ability to command the army in battle must be strong. In order to command a large legion in battle, he must have a good brain and a divine sense that is stronger than ordinary people's. Therefore, most generals tend to cultivate divine sense, which leads to their strength lagging behind divine sense. Hou Jun was a bronze battle general, and his divine sense far surpassed his spiritual power.

The terrifying thing about a general is that he can "turn" two people into one person, resulting in one plus one being greater than two. It was not uncommon for a promising general to command ten Foundation Establishment cultivators to defeat one Golden Core cultivator. Therefore, no matter how strong an individual was, their role in the battles of tens of thousands or even a hundred thousand legions was limited. Even cultivators at the Divine Refinement Stage were unable to resist that vast army, and in the end, they would only be crushed into pieces.

Chu Jun chuckled and said, "Marquis General, fifty Foundation Establishment Combat Weapons. You look down on this brat too much … How about ten?"

At first, everyone thought that Chu Jun's words were ironic. When they heard the words "ten", they almost bit their tongues. They had seen shameless people before, but they had never seen such shameless people before.

Fan Changhe sneered disdainfully, "You don't have the guts to be a bandit!"

Fan Changhe was already extremely displeased with Chu Jun when he was overshadowed by Chu Jun that day in the Withered Wood Sea, so he naturally would not give up the opportunity to mock him. If he knew that Chu Jun had killed Gu Liudao, he would probably be even more desperate to fight Chu Jun.

"Fan Changhe, you are a gallant bandit. Why don't you challenge the fifty soldiers of the Marquis General?" Before Chu Jun could speak, Liu Zhen interrupted.

Ever since Liu Zhen had witnessed Chu Jun's strength, he had been convinced of him. If it wasn't for Chu Jun's help last time, he wouldn't have had the chance to enter the top twelve. Furthermore, everyone was from the Du Wu faction, and they had to rely on Chu Jun to help them at a crucial moment when they entered the eighteenth floor. Thus, he duly charged forward for Chu Jun.

Fan Changhe couldn't be provoked and curled his lips in disdain, "Let alone fifty soldiers, picking a hundred isn't a problem!" As he spoke, he patted his chest majestically.

This guy had never seen anything formidable before. He thought that with his mid-Golden Core cultivation, defeating fifty Foundation Establishment Combat Soldiers wouldn't be easy. He really couldn't summon a few more spirit beasts to help.

Hou Jun smiled angrily and pointed at Fan Changhe, "If you can defeat my fifty soldiers, I will kneel down and call you father. If you lose, kowtow fifty times to my fifty brothers!"

Fan Changhe's face turned red and white, and Sun Shuangshuang immediately stopped him.

"Fan Changhe, are you a chicken?" Wei An smiled.

"Whoever is scared, just come. I'm afraid that you, a ginseng general, will lose face when the time comes!" Fan Changhe roared.

Hou Shaobai couldn't help but frown. He had originally hoped that Chu Jun would make a fool of himself, but he hadn't expected that Fan Chang He, this idiot, would be dragged into it after being provoked by someone.

"Qi Fang, bring that bastard Wei under you to train with this kid!" Hou Jun smiled sinisterly.

"Order!" An eight-foot-tall man wearing armor shouted loudly like thunder, "Gather the three guards!"

Cha cha cha!

Fifty soldiers lined up on the deck in an instant. They were like knives cutting tofu. The entire process only took two to three breaths.

Zheng! Fifty large swords were unsheathed at the same time. There was only a sword cry. Fifty pairs of sharp gazes. Fifty large swords were raised diagonally and twisted into a terrifying killing intent that soared into the sky. Fifty people seemed to have suddenly become one person. Their auras were completely compatible. Their might was no less powerful than that of a Nascent Soul expert.

The expressions of everyone present changed drastically. Fan Changhe was even more shocked. He had never dreamed that a Foundation Establishment garbage that was originally weak would erupt with such a powerful aura once it formed into a formation. Furthermore, there was also a strong bloody killing intent. Clearly, these fellows were all elite soldiers of the Hundred Battles tempered with blood and fire.

Chu Jun crossed his arms and looked coldly at the arena. His heart was secretly heated, "If I could have such an army of combat soldiers … Sigh, I can only indulge myself for a moment. I wonder if that girl Tao Fei Fei has entered the Combat General Academy now, if she can become a Golden Combat General …"

Chu Jun shook his head and waved away this unrealistic idea. With that girl's intelligence, it was good that she could successfully graduate. He still hoped that she would become a golden general!

Fan Changhe's palms began to sweat slightly when he faced 50 soldiers who were as sturdy as iron. His beast pet was a flaming flying tiger. It had been more than ten years since he rode it, and now he understood what it meant to be difficult to ride a tiger.

At this moment, Du Wu walked out of the cabin and said indifferently, "Save some strength and enter the eighteenth floor!"

Fan Changhe heaved a sigh of relief. He immediately got off the donkey and said, "Yes, under the palace hall!"

Hou Jun could only wave his hand, "Retreat!"

Zheng! The fifty swords were sheathed at the same time, and the fifty soldiers retreated silently, continuing to perform their duties as if nothing had happened. What an order, like an arm pointing at a finger!

Seeing that there was no chance, Wei An and the others couldn't help but be greatly disappointed. Chu Jun also secretly shouted a pity. Originally, he wanted to see how these soldiers fought together, but was ruined by Du Wu's words.

Du Wu glanced at Chu Jun with a warning look in her eyes. Chu Jun rubbed his nose dejectedly.

"Look!" Zhao Yu, who was standing beside him, suddenly pointed downwards and cried out in alarm.

Everyone hurriedly dodged to the side of the boat and looked down, immediately exclaiming in shock!

A huge dark blue halo appeared below, like a dream, emitting a mysterious sparkling light.

"Haha, rising stars, welcome to the eighteen levels of hell!" Hou Jun laughed heartily.

Half of the Earth Dragon's spell formation was closed, The hull of the ship began to slowly sail downwards and descend to an altitude of 500 meters above the ground. Everyone could finally clearly see the huge dark blue halo. It was a massive vortex of light energy. Five personnel carriers were already parked radially around the vortex of light energy. There were many shadowy people on the ship. They were looking up at the Earth Dragon.

"The people of the Eight Desolate Continents, the Big Stone Continent, the Thunder Jade Continent, the Nether Plume Continent, and even the Moon Continent have arrived. We still lack the Ice Connotation Continent and the Star Continent!" Du Wu glanced at the sign of the ship below and said indifferently.

"Frozen Continent and Star Continent have been attacked by the demons and ghosts respectively. I'm afraid we won't send anyone to participate in this year's competition!" Hou Shaobai interrupted.

"Regardless of whether they come or not, we won't wait for the Netherworld Gate to open!" Hou Jun said.

"Landing!" Du Wu ordered.

The Lil 'Dragon closed all the drive formations, adjusted its position, and slowly floated down, stopping at the southernmost position.

As the ship trembled, the Lil 'Dragon stopped and all floating formations closed.

At this time, the other six bow ships flew towards the Lil 'Dragon, and Du Wu and Hou Jun flew into the air to welcome them.

Right at this moment, another troop carrier appeared in the western sky, rumbling towards them.

"The people from Bingyun Continent are also here!" Wei An shouted as he placed his hand on the canopy.

"What a coincidence. Is that a ship from the Star Continent?" Chu Jun pointed in another direction.

Everyone looked away and saw that there was indeed a troop carrier in the southeast.

"Alright, we're all here. See you on the eighteenth floor!" Fan Changhe looked at Chu Jun provocatively.

Chu Jun indifferently spat out two words, "Idiot!"