God-level choice: swallowed a mythical-level martial soul at the beginning

Feeling the changes in herself, there was only a flash of joy in her eyes!
His physical realm has already grown to B-level, which is on par with his own cultivation!

"Happy! Happy!"

Chu Li couldn't help laughing, and when he was about to enter the arena again, he suddenly heard exclamations.

"How is this possible? S-level monsters! There will be S-level monsters!"

"Damn! This is only the first day of the Blood Moon War, and there will be S-rank monsters?"

……

Those eight big families who were originally high-spirited in fighting spirit were like a defeated rooster at this moment, losing all fighting spirit in an instant.

Yang Qing and the others were extremely pale.

Only Lin Wuhai stood still in the void, looking into the distance with a solemn expression.

Chu Li looked up and saw a huge figure galloping towards the far horizon.

It was a huge demon peng, with two huge wings stretched out, it was as wide as a hundred meters.

The wings fluttered, setting off gusts of wind, casting large shadows on the ground wherever it passed.

Around him, a strong majestic monster energy spread.

In an instant, the demon peng flew towards him and slammed towards Lin Wuhai fiercely.

……

Magic City, the suburbs.

Inside an inconspicuous dilapidated temple.

"It's over, it's over, this time it's really over!"

Guan Dashan was sitting in the wing room, looking at the picture on the dilapidated old TV, he couldn't help but slapped his thigh, and cursed in a low voice: "How could there be so many changes in this blood moon battle?"

As he spoke, he looked at the old monk who was sitting aside with the old god, who was twisting the beads, and said: "Old monk, this time it is considered a fall, we are afraid that we will die together."

The old monk had a shiny head, two extremely long white eyebrows, and looked benevolent.

Listening to Guan Dashan's words, he looked calm and said slowly: "Amitabha... Dashan, you should call me Abbot."

"We're all going to die, you still care what I call you?"

Guan Dashan rolled his eyes and said: "It's just a pity that my good brother, although he is extremely talented, but now, I'm afraid he will die at the hands of monsters."

When he said this, a bit of regret flashed in his eyes.

What Guan Dashankou was referring to was naturally Chu Li.

Originally, he didn't have any feelings for Chu Li, at most he just hugged him like a thigh.

But later, he fought side by side with Chu Li, and fought against the double-winged demon lion together, and after several twists and turns, the other party gave him the precious fire liquid...

This kind of affection, Guan Dashan has always kept it in his heart.

"Amitabha……"

Hearing the words, the old monk couldn't help chanting the Buddha's name, and immediately said: "In this case, why don't you go to save him?"

"Isn't it? Old monk, if you want me to die earlier, just say it, if I go to the battlefield, I'm afraid it will be over in a few minutes?"

Guan Dashan widened his eyes and looked at the other party in disbelief.

"Dashan, didn't you find a problem?"

When the old monk heard the words, he was neither happy nor angry, and just asked lightly.

Guan Dashan was startled: "What?"

The old monk said softly: "Your martial soul has undergone a lot of changes recently, haven't you noticed it?"

Guan Dashan was taken aback for a moment, and then sacrificed his martial soul, a seven-toothed rake, and said to himself while looking at it: "I do feel that the martial soul has become much stronger, but there are no other changes in it..."

When he said this, his voice suddenly stopped, and then he stared at the rake teeth on the Wuhun, and began to count: "One, two, three... eight... eight? My seven-foot nail rake, how did it change? Eight?"

The old monk said slowly: "Don't you know? Your martial spirit is the magical weapon used by Marshal Canopy in ancient mythology, the nine-tooth rake! Although I don't know why, only seven teeth are left, but After you met Chu Li, it has already started to recover on its own..."

When he said this, his voice paused, and then he said: "Whether you are out of feelings for Chu Li, or want to continue to improve your martial spirit, you should go to this battle."

Guan Dashan was stunned for a while, and then couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Old monk, I know you can pinch and count, so you might as well count, if I go, wouldn't it be a narrow escape?"

The old monk said lightly: "You can't die."

Guan Dashan was stunned: "Have you done the calculation?"

"This point, don't need to count."

The moment the old monk's words fell, his robe rose up without any wind, making a rustling sound.

A terrifying aura emanated from his body.

Behind him, a golden Buddha gradually appeared...

This golden Buddha is holding its upper body, with its right hands clasped together, its eyes are sharp, and there are hidden dragon souls entwined around its body, which is extremely terrifying.

It is the ancient myth, among the eighteen Arhats, the Arhat who subdued the dragon!
"This this……"

Guan Dashan was so frightened that he almost fell off his chair. He stared at the old monk, full of disbelief: "You...you are in the realm of legend? Why didn't I know?"

"If you have the heart, you should have known it long ago."

The old monk shook his head slightly, first recited the Buddha's name, and then said: "Now you should believe it, with the old monk here...you can't die!"

After he finished speaking, regardless of Guan Dashan's feelings, he picked up his clothes and flew out of the temple, heading towards the direction of the battlefield.

……

"boom!"

Over the battlefield, only a loud noise was heard.

Lin Wuhai and the demon peng collided fiercely again.

The two sides have played against each other for no less than dozens of rounds.

Whether it was Lin Wuhai or the Yao Peng, they were already injured in many places.

The only difference is that Lin Wuhai's breath became more and more depressed, while Yaopeng became more and more mad because of the stimulation of pain.

"boom!"

It was another violent collision, this time, Lin Wuhai couldn't bear it anymore, and his body fell straight towards the battlefield!

"Boom!"

Lin Wuhai's body fell heavily to the ground, making a dull and loud noise.

Its body was embedded in the ground by as much as half a meter, and blood was constantly spraying out from its mouth, and it was even difficult to move!

Yang Qing and the others couldn't help but look desperate.

Seeing this scene, the other seven patriarchs couldn't help but feel like retreating.

The entire battlefield was instantly filled with despair.

Only Chu Li still stood proudly.

Not only was he not afraid, but his eyes couldn't help revealing a bit of ecstasy.

Just now, the god-level selection system was activated again and gave him two options!

[Option 72: In the face of such an invincible existence, you decide to turn around and flee. As the saying goes, you will keep the green hills without worrying about firewood, and you will get rewards: Mythical martial arts: [-] transformations of earth evil spirits! 】

[Option [-]: Faced with such a terrifying existence, you decide to abandon everything and fight against it!Obtain reward: Nirvana Level: Immemorial Fighting Tactics! 】