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Chapter 563 There is no best decoration, only more decoration (final)
The winner lives and the loser dies, which is a bit serious.

Holding his chin with one hand, looking at the puppet on the high platform, Huo Qilin thought secretly.

He was secretly weighing how likely it was that he could kill this puppet under the burst of all his strength.

Since he had to kill ten opponents to pass the level, in his mind, killing this puppet must be more shocking than killing ten practitioners, right?
However, after weighing for a long time and comparing the strengths of the two sides, Fire Qilin finally gave up on this idea.

In his current situation, and with the things left by his girlfriend, it is not a big problem to kill ordinary enlightened people with all their strength.

The problem is that the puppet in front of him doesn't seem to be comparable to the ordinary attainment realm.

So are the puppets hanging like this these days?
Just as Huo Qilin was measuring, there was already a person who stepped forward from the crowd behind him.

Passing over Huo Qilin, the young man looked at Huo Qilin with contempt, as if he was so cowardly looking down on him.

Stepping up to the high platform, the young man glanced at the crowd of more than one hundred people who had gathered below.

"Mokui, the pinnacle of the dominance realm, who dares to fight?"

"I'll fight you."

As soon as Mo Kui finished speaking, a big man with a mace jumped onto the platform.

"This brother."

"Why bother talking nonsense, the dead don't need to leave a name, and the dead don't need to know the opponent's name."

Mokui thought about it, what she said was really meaningful, she nodded and said no more, indicating that the other party can make a move.

The big man didn't hesitate, and with a wave of the mace in his hand, it suddenly disappeared from his hand, and the big man's right fist hit Mo Kui's eyebrows with a lightning-fast right fist.

"interesting."

Mokui ignored the big man's punch, opened the fan in his hand and swung it backwards.

"Boom."

The sound of Jin Tiejiao came, but it was the mace that the big man thought everyone had put away suddenly appeared from the void behind Mo Kui, and collided with the folding fan in Mo Kui's hand.

And from the beginning to the end, no matter whether the mace was hiding or piercing through the air, there was no spatial fluctuation at all, as if what he used was not a spatial method.

"drink!"

The blow was blocked, but the big man was not discouraged, he let out a soft drink, and turned his feigned move into a real move and continued to attack Mo Kui's forehead.

then
"Pfft~"

On the ring, a third figure appeared. The big man lowered his head, looking at the transparent hole in his chest in disbelief, his eyes gradually lost focus.

"Oh!"

The corpse slammed heavily on the stage, announcing the end of the fight.

And it wasn't until the big man fell to the ground that everyone could see clearly that the figure that would kill the big man with one blow turned out to be a black shadow.

Looking at the young man Mokui again, there was no shadow of him on the ground at this time.

"Dead people really don't need to leave their names."

Standing in front of the big man's body, Mo Kui had a calm expression on his face.

Everyone: "."

The body of the big man who did not leave his name: "." mmp.

"Next, I wonder which fellow daoist will enlighten me?"

This time, no one despises Mokui like the big man. Everyone looks at each other, and the masters push each other, and no one is willing to go on stage for a while.

"For the defenders of the same realm, if there is no challenger on the stage within a stick of incense, a random challenger of the same realm will be obliterated, and it will be regarded as a victory."

The voice of the puppet resounded leisurely, making everyone in the field feel a chill in their hearts.

After dawdling for a while, an old man finally stepped onto the ring.

"Please enlighten me."

The old man still didn't talk nonsense, and Mo Kui returned the salute, "Please."

The two started a battle, after three moves, the old man fell to the ground, his voice was cut off, Mokui won another round.

Since then, there have been six consecutive games, and Mokui has won eight consecutive victories.

Before the ninth game, the stick of incense was about to burn out, but no one came to the stage.

Until finally, when the incense burned to the bottom, a woman stepped onto the ring.

There was a trace of regret in Mo Kui's eyes, and the folding fan in the woman's doubtful gaze was far away, "It's a pity, I never kill women."

The woman glanced at him with a calm expression, "You don't have to worry about breaking the rules."

Mo Kui clicked his tongue, but he was not satisfied with the movements of his hands, and shot the woman decisively.

Seeing him attacking a beautiful woman, everyone in the audience scolded him for being shameless, but Mo Kui didn't take it seriously at all.

then
With the broken sword out of its sheath, Mokui felt a blur in front of his eyes, and fell to the ground without even seeing the movement clearly.

"Hoho~"

Staring at the woman in disbelief, Mo Kui made an inexplicable sound.

The puppet's faint voice sounded, "It is indeed the pinnacle of dominance."

The spirit in Mo Kui's eyes faded away, as if he had died without regrets, and also seemed to die with no regrets, as if he hadn't been able to understand until he died, why he couldn't even see his opponent's movements clearly because he was also the master.

Mokui died, and the body dissipated from the arena. On the contrary, the puppet who hadn't spoken much looked at the woman with a bit of regret in his eyes.

"It's really unfair to let you stand in front of the battle."

The puppet hesitated to speak, as if there should have been a fairer way, but for some reason, he had to face this injustice.

The woman's expression was still calm, like a god of death waiting in the dark for a fatal blow at any time.

"Alright."

For some reason, the puppet shook his head again, looked at the audience, "Next."

Whether they are willing or not, someone has to go up to the arena. In the next nine consecutive rounds, the woman won consecutive victories and got the qualification to clear the level while laying down ten corpses under her feet.

"Practitioner, you can choose to pass through the Heavenly Dimension Gate now, or stay and continue to observe."

Without saying a word, the woman turned around and disappeared into a portal.

"Who is willing to defend the ring?"

The puppet looked down, and Huo Qilin withdrew his hand from his chin and jumped onto the ring.

"Is there a challenger?"

As soon as the puppet finished speaking, Huo Qilin directly interjected, "Maybe the rules change?"

The puppet looked at him and asked, "How do you want to change?"

The fire unicorn glanced at the group of supreme beings below.

"I want to hit ten."

The puppet thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence, "Ten people come to the stage, and each winner counts as a victory."

Wow, more than 30 people jumped up, and the puppet frowned slightly, "The first one to come on stage stays, and the others step down."

Huo Qilin waved his hand, "No, let's do it together, we're in a hurry."

The puppet opened its mouth and stopped talking nonsense. More than 30 trainees looked at each other, and unanimously chose to attack Huo Qilin.

However, those who can attack at the same time do not have the six directions of front, back, left, right, up, down, thirty or so and ten. In fact, there is not much difference.

After all, if there are too many people attacking at the same time, it is bound to accidentally injure teammates.

Fire Qilin used taboo methods one after another, but within a few breaths, he killed more than a dozen people one after another.

After more than half of the thirty or so people died, the remaining dozen or so people hid on the edge of the stage, but they didn't dare to make another move.

"You have already won more than a dozen people. If you win, we will go down now."

One of the trainees jumped off the ring after saying that, but just as he left the range of the ring without a sound, that trainee turned into a pool of blood mist.

"Trial arena, do you want to go up and down if you want?"

The puppet's voice without any emotion sounded, adding a layer of gloom to the remaining dozen or so people on the ring.

Huo Qilin glanced at the dozen or so people, there was no sympathy in his eyes, only coldness.

"Forget it. Seeing that you are all worried and frightened, let's send you on your way."

After all, Fire Qilin stretched out his hands, and the taboo power Moko from Fengyun World, which he hadn't used for a long time, reappeared immeasurably.

A berserk force erupted from the ring, even the puppet frowned slightly in the face of this force, and when the energy dissipated, there was no one else on the ring except the fire unicorn and the puppet.

"Enter the gate of Tianwei or stay and watch the battle?"

Fire Qilin chose to stay and watch the battle, and after that, some people defended the ring one after another, and some people challenged, but there were more than a hundred people in a row, and the most won only six games in a row before being beheaded.

More than 100 people came to the stage one after another, but none of them could successfully break through.

Seeing this, Huo Qilin couldn't help yawning boredly.

Just as he was about to leave through the Gate of Heavenly Dimensions to find his wife, he suddenly felt his eyes light up, as if something had shaken his titanium alloy forehead and unicorn eyes.

After rubbing his eyes, Huo Qilin saw clearly that it was actually a shiny big head.

"Amitabha."

The great monk standing not far from the fire unicorn put his palms together and uttered the Buddha's name, with pure Buddha light shining all over his body.

The monk stepped onto the ring and saluted the puppet.

"Amitabha, dare to ask the donor, can the rules be changed?"

The puppet looked at the monk, "How do you want to change?"

The monk stared at the puppet intently, "The poor monk will fight you."

The puppet laughed and shook his head, looking at the monk, his eyes without any emotion seemed to have a bit of contempt.

"can."

Just as the monk was about to make a move, the puppet's voice sounded again, "If you lose, your soul will be imprisoned in the fire of karma for eternity."

The monk stopped and looked at the puppet, "Where is Ruosheng?

The puppet laughed and shook his head, "If you can win, you have the final say here."

"it is good."

The monk clasped his hands together and bowed to the puppet, but didn't make a move. He sat down cross-legged, facing the puppet, and muttered something.

"What are you doing?"

Monk: "Chanting scriptures."

Puppet: "Chanting scriptures?"

Monk: "Yes."

Puppet: "What sutra?"

Monk: "The Sutra of Rebirth."

Puppet: "The Sutra of Rebirth?"

Monk: "For you."

The puppet laughed angrily, "I don't know what to say."

The monk looked devout and recited the Sutra of Rebirth skillfully seven to seven times 49 times. He stood up and looked at the puppet with a compassionate expression.

"Donor, go all the way."

While speaking, Buddha's light overflowed from his body, filling the audience, and everyone in the field was immersed in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere under this Buddha's light.

Hearing what the monk didn't know what to say, the puppet smiled coldly, "I'll see you off~ eh~"

The monk's face was compassionate, and he didn't look at the puppet. From the beginning to the end, he never moved a finger.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the puppet was turned into primitive parts and shattered all over the ground as if it had been touched by the hand of the greatest mechanical master.

The audience was silent, and a pin drop could be heard.

The power of this monk is so terrifying.

"Amitabha," the monk still looked compassionate, "Benefactors, those who are interested can step into the gate of Tianwei."

After finishing speaking, the monk turned around, his figure disappeared above the arena, and stepped into the portal behind the arena.

It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared that there was a voice echoing from the arena, "I wish to open the door of convenience for all sentient beings, so that I will not be afraid of falling into the Avici Hell forever.

Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk was buried four times in Tang Dynasty. "

Everyone: "."

Fire Qilin: "."

MMP is also a nine-year compulsory education, why are you so good?

As for the matter of pretense, there is really no best pretense, only more pretense.

(Volume Eight. Final)
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Volume Nine, Situation in Four Regions:
The world is out of my generation, and the years are reminded as soon as I enter the world.

In the chatting and laughing of Huangtu and Baye, he is incomparably drunk in the world.

The sword moves the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, and the flowers, trees, birds and beasts fly in the pot.

The world is like the tide, people are like water, I return alone after the prosperity is gone.

(End of this chapter)