Monster Edit: I Can Create Cthulhu

The old man in the blue robe is the priest of Cangming, one of the three priests of the Church of God of War.

"If Huohuo loses, won't no one in our God of War Church be allowed to enter this time?"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a long-haired young man in a yellow robe standing behind the two of them suddenly spoke.

"What? Did you take over the other quota we applied for?"

Qingyou chief priest's eyes turned cold, and said lightly.

"You mean the person trapped in the Youlan Purgatory Formation?" The yellow-robed youth did not hide the disdain on his face, and jokingly said, "Whether that guy is still alive or not is another matter..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt the temperature of his body suddenly drop, and there happened to be a long sword across his neck when he raised his head.

The sword is three feet long, slender and soft, and at the end of the walnut hilt is the cold and murderous face of the Qingyou priest.

"How can you speak here? If your master is not here, I will take your tongue that speaks indiscriminately!"

Qingyou officiant said coldly.

The young man in the yellow robe was aggrieved, and was about to argue with his blushing face, when the old man in the blue robe suddenly shouted:
"Xiao Cui, Hugh is rude!"

Being yelled at by this, the young man surnamed Cui had no choice but to stop his fire, quietly retreated two steps, avoiding the sharp edge of Qingyou's long sword, and stood obediently behind the blue-robed old man, without saying a word.

"Then let's see if Su Ziyu's younger generation will be able to attend?"

The blue-robed old man twisted his beard and chuckled, his contented expression hid a smug smile, and he said with a smile, "Qingyou is also the priest of my God of War Church, and what I do must be for the sake of the church... there will be no accidents Right? Otherwise...it's not easy to explain to the headquarters..."

Facing the cynicism and sarcasm in Cang Ming's words, Qing You just snorted coldly, retracted the long sword, and looked into the arena.

In the inner hall of the church, the priest Cangming has always been at odds with her, and his disciple Cui Ming has a crush on Lin Huohuo, but because he has been rejected many times, Su Ziyu, who misses Lin Huohuo in his heart, is naturally more disgust.

In addition, the quota for this selection competition was supposed to be reserved for Cui Ming, but because the chief priest of Qingyou held a quota all the year round, he specially reserved it for Su Ziyu, and this practice further deepened the conflict between the two parties.

That's why when they saw Lin Huohuo showing signs of defeat, the master and apprentice taunted Qingyou's officiant like this.

Chief Priest Cangming and Cui Ming also put away their sneers and looked at the battle in the arena.

inside the arena.

The ground made of special metal was cracked with cracks. On the ground, there was a tall tree demon standing. The branches stretched like arms. Yun Ao stood on the crown of the tree with his hands on his hips, looking down at the forest tree. fire Fire.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dryad waved and stretched its branches, attacking the forest fire like giant pythons. Between the lightning and the flint, spiritual fluctuations burst out, and at the same time as it shattered the space, some of them even rebounded to the guardrail of the arena, causing There were large cracks in the barrier formed by those guardrails.

"Uh...poof..."

Lin Huohuo pushed back against the attack of a vine, and when she was about to jump high on her toes to launch a chase, she suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in her body, and she fell from mid-air again, hitting the ground heavily, and the Balrog sword was thrown to the ground. aside.

"Damn..."

She clutched her chest, her face turned dark purple because of the venom attacking her heart, "The poison has already penetrated into her heart..."

"Hahaha...Huohuo, don't struggle anymore, if you don't admit defeat, your life will be lost."

Yun Ao, who was standing on the canopy of the tree, sneered and dropped his palm like a knife.

The tree demon let out a strange cry, and a rotten vine slammed over with the sound of howling wind and space cracks.

The vine in front of her was about to hit herself, Lin Huohuo wanted to mobilize her spirituality to visualize the visualization, but the poison attacked her heart, her meridians were blocked, her spirituality was not flowing smoothly, and her face changed slightly, and she spit out a lot of blood.

In desperation, as long as Lin Huohuo tried his best to touch the giant sword of the Balrog that fell not far away, what he could do easily in ordinary times seemed extremely difficult at this time.

The rotten vines swept across the ground, and the rotten wind pressure that rolled up tore the ground, and was about to slam Lin Huo Huo fiercely.

In desperation, Lin Huohuo closed his eyes.

In the stands, spiritual fluctuations became extremely intense in several places. When Jun Shang flipped his palm, a jet-black dagger slid down from his palm. Priest Qingyou's eyes were slightly cold, and the palm hidden in the sleeve robe was also slowly pumping power. Under Zhi Yun's anxious gaze, Huo Ling'er could faintly see colorful flames bursting out, and the space was scorched and distorted.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a dragon's roar mixed with spiritual fluctuations resounded through the world, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The rain, at this moment, became heavier.

In the torrential rain, a gigantic figure of a dragon swooped out of the clouds and rushed towards the arena below.

This arena is actually just adding space and concealment spells.

And that dragon slammed into the energy wall fiercely, and the terrible brute force caused the energy wall to burst instantly, and two superimposed spells were also destroyed, so it broke into this place directly from the unfinished building .

"Roar!"

As soon as the magic dragon entered, it immediately roared up to the sky, and terrifying sound waves rolled out in all directions. Many weak people in the stands felt tightness in their chests and trembling in their thighs.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the tall and thin figure on the dragon's back.

He was wearing a black robe, and the hood covered his delicate but not immature face. The wind blew past, causing the black robe to bulge high, making it flutter.

"Who is that?"

"I do not know…"

"What a powerful demon dragon... You can feel the power of the dragon from such a distance... The strength of this demon dragon must not be low!"

"A holy dragon...of course it's not too low!"

"What?! Control a holy dragon as a magic pet?"

"Who... made such a big deal..."

"not…"

Just as everyone in the stands was guessing, tears welled up in the eyes of the king and the girls, and they didn't know what to say.

"Brother Yu is back!"

"It's uncle!"

"Ziyu..."

"..."

"It's Su Ziyu!"

"How is it possible, isn't he trapped in the Youlan Purgatory Formation?!"

"Could it be that he broke through the seal and ran out?! This is too outrageous! That is the highest standard sealing array! And the Scarlet God is still sealed inside. If he breaks through the seal, what will the Scarlet God do..."

"He really did..."

Your Majesty looked at the figure above the sky, tears glistened in his beautiful eyes, and he looked forward to shine.

"Good boy, it's finally here."

The clenched fist in Qingyou's priest's sleeve robe suddenly loosened, and she looked at Su Ziyu with extremely soft eyes.

But it is also a few joys and a few sorrows.

Cang Ming's chief priest and Cui Ming's expressions became extremely ugly.

Especially Cui Ming stared at Su Ziyu with malicious intent.

"Eh? He is Su Ziyu?"

At this time, on the other side of the stand belonging to the Church of Nature, a girl who looked seventeen or eighteen years old was wearing a long green dress and braided horns, and was looking at Su Ziyu on the back of the dragon with curious eyes.

"Hee hee, the breath is long and restrained very well...Grandpa Zishan, did he really escape from the Youlan Purgatory Formation?"

Standing next to the girl with shofar braids is the old man Zishan, the God's Generation of the Church of Nature.

"You can't be wrong... This little guy is really amazing."

The old man Zishan narrowed his old eyes at Su Ziyu.

"Tsk tsk tsk... that's amazing... to be able to escape from that kind of formation..."

The little girl in the green skirt flicked her braids, opened her small mouth slightly, and said in an exaggerated tone.

"Xiaozhi is not bad..."

The old Zishan rubbed the little girl's head lovingly, showing a kind smile, "You are the most special... After all, you have been noticed by God..."

Hearing this, Shu Zhinai's big eyes flashed a green light, and they opened wide.