Soul Eater Book

"Oh?" On the central high platform, sitting in the middle and closing his eyes to rest his mind, the old man of the fifth level of the golden core slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the tenth high platform.

For these Golden Core cultivators, the first two rounds were nothing to watch, so even if the fight was exhilarating, they closed their eyes and practiced one by one. The only thing they could really pay attention to was the third round.

But this time, all ten Jindan cultivators were startled by the confrontation between the two evil spirits on the tenth ring!

"Not bad evil spirit, who knows these two monks?" The old man asked lightly after staring at it for a while.

"I do know that bald monk. His name is Xuefutu. In the past ten years, he has been quite notorious in the world of cultivating immortals." Next to him, an old man with a third-level golden core spoke slowly. This old man has a long beard and is It's Mutozaki's grandfather.

"Oh?" The old man with the fifth level of Jindan nodded, and said indifferently: "What is the notoriety, why should you care about it? In the world of cultivating immortals, the weak eat the strong. Dead monks of the same rank."

Speaking of this, the old man took a deep look at Chen Zhi, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "This monk is not bad, with a strong and pure evil spirit, he must have killed many monks of the same rank or even super rank."

Cheng Wuyou nodded in agreement and said, "That's true. I do know this person. His name is Chen Zhi. It is said that he was an outer disciple five years ago. This time, there was a lot of trouble with him and Wei Qingcheng. I am also from the younger generation of the clan. Hearing some of the deeds of this person, it was very impressive.”

"From an outer sect disciple in five years to the fifth level of concentration!" Hearing this, not only the old man at the fifth level of the golden core, but also the other eight golden core monks all turned their heads in surprise.

Among them, Shen Tu Chongxiong and the red-haired monk surnamed Lu frowned. Obviously, both of them had heard of Chen Zhi.

"Exactly." Cheng Wuyou shook his head and threw a weight bomb: "And I heard that this person is actually a Huang-level spiritual root. I didn't believe it at the beginning, but now I see that this person has a strong I can understand the pure evil spirit."

"What!" The old man surnamed Mu with a long beard next to the old man at the fifth level of Jindan stared wide-eyed, and said in disbelief, "Junior Brother Cheng, is what you said true?"

"It's true, this time, I'm optimistic that this person can win." Cheng Wuyou said with a smile.

"Oh, my opinion is different from that of Brother Cheng." The red-haired monk surnamed Lu suddenly interjected, "It is indeed remarkable that this person can achieve what he is today, but after all, he has just advanced to the fifth level of Concentration, and this Blood Buddha , has stayed in the fifth level of concentration for ten years, and his experience and cultivation are far beyond this Chen Zhi."

Cheng Wuyou didn't refute, but took a look at the old man with five layers of Jindan in the center. Sure enough, he saw the old man's lips move slightly, clearly he was communicating with someone, and his eyes swept around. Soon, Yan Tianwen, who was sitting obediently on the far right, opened and closed his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Cheng Wuyou's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at the ring No. [-] again.

His fire has already been ignited, and the Golden Core Wuchongqiu Elder sitting in the middle is known for his ruthless and selfless face. Chen Zhineng could see into his eyes. During the period before the opening of Baihua Valley, there was an extra Huge backing, and if Chen Zhi performed well in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, maybe Elder Qiu would even become Chen Zhi's helper.

Chapter 83 True strength?

The atmosphere around the arena became more and more dignified, and the surroundings were completely silent. Under the extremely depressing tranquility, everyone was waiting, waiting for the moment when the storm would come.

Suddenly, a ray of light shot out from Xuefutu's eyes, he made a fist with both hands, and a huge blood-colored mist rushed towards Chen Zhi.

This blood mist is obviously not the magic of the Hehuan Sect, but every monk has his own adventures, especially for people like Xuefutu who have left the Hehuan Sect for more than ten years, the skills and spells they have learned, and more For mixed.

As soon as he made a move, Chen Zhi also made a tactic with both hands at the same time, and four life-threatening ropes appeared in front of him, turning into four giant black pythons, biting fiercely at the layer of blood mist.

The two spells intersected in the air, making a huge roar, and the four life-threatening ropes all died together with the blood mist.

However, no matter whether it was Chen Zhi or Xuefutu, neither of them even looked at the spell released, and continued to make tricks.

For a while, the two were separated by more than half of the ring, and they continuously cast various spells. The lights of various spells flashed, converged, and collided fiercely on the ring.

The roaring sound and the brilliance of spells illuminated the entire arena colorfully.

Some of the monks around the arena were already stunned. Various spells continued to converge, and the roar was continuous. Many monks with low cultivation bases even backed away.

"Yes, these two people have their own unique experience in casting spells, especially Chen Zhi, who can use a variety of intermediate spells so proficiently in just five years, and he has a good understanding of this life-threatening rope. You have experience." Beside Cheng Wuyou, the monk surnamed Weng couldn't help admiring.

Cheng Wuyou nodded, and said in agreement: "However, the magic power of this Xuefutu is obviously stronger, and his spells are sinister and weird."

Hearing Cheng Wuyou's admiration for Xuefutu, the Jindan cultivator surnamed Lu frowned. At first, he thought that Chen Zhi was a married man, but now it seems that there is still room for negotiation, so he shook his head. He said indifferently: "Don't rush to draw conclusions, these two people seem to be still testing."

Cheng Wuyou nodded, but there was a sly smile in his eyes.

During the discussions among several Golden Core cultivators, Chen Zhi and Xuefutu had each released more than a dozen spells. Seeing that the scene was caught in a strange spell confrontation, at this moment, Xuefutu's expression changed slightly. Suddenly, he turned around, ignoring the two soul-killing green smoke released by Chen Zhi, and suddenly opened his hand, a five-foot-long blood-colored long knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

Holding the bloody long knife, Xuefutu fiercely slashed at Chen Zhi behind him with a roundabout life-threatening rope.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the bloody long knife easily sliced ​​through the deadly sword, but just in the middle of the cut, a muffled bang suddenly came out.

The next moment, a cloth bag bounced out of the life-threatening rope, wobbled in the air and flew towards Chen Zhi. It was the Jiuyin Rotten Bone Bag. The soul-destroying green smoke slammed into Xuefutu's back hard.

This series of events happened in a blink of an eye. Chen Zhi opened his hand and took back the Nine Yin Rotten Bones Bag. When he saw a deep crack on the Nine Yin Rotten Bones Bag in his hand, he frowned slightly.

"What a sharp high-grade magic weapon!" He secretly praised, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Xuefutu.

Amidst the blue mist, Xuefutu's figure slowly appeared. When Chen Zhi saw Xuefutu's appearance clearly, his pupils shrank slightly.

I saw Xuefutu standing intact in the green mist, holding a four-foot long blood-colored long knife in his right hand, and the original clothes on his body had become tattered. It is a golden cassock, on which runes circulate and shine brightly.

"Top-grade cassock!" Chen Zhi was stunned for a moment, with a serious look in his eyes.

"Golden hazel suit!" On the high platform on the right, after seeing the situation on the ring clearly, Meng Fantian couldn't help exclaiming, his face became extremely dignified, he looked back at Tang Cheng, gritted his teeth and said, "Senior brother Tang, you still I am really willing to give this gold thread suit to Xuefutu."

Responding to him was Tang Cheng's triumphant voice: "This Xuefutu took refuge with me before, I don't remember that there was a rule in the gate rules that we couldn't give monks magic weapons and robes, besides, didn't Senior Brother Meng also give it to me?" Is Chen holding a medium-grade defensive magic weapon, the Yin-Yang Umbrella? Why, do you now regret your stinginess?"

Meng Fantian shrank his pupils and let out a cold snort. As for the other monks who bet on Chen Zhi, their faces were solemn, but Lu Xiong and the others laughed unscrupulously. , Chen Zhi will definitely die this time!

After all, this golden robe has a lot of background. Even among the top-grade robes, it is famous for its defensive power, and it is also famous for its magic defense power. It has the effect of absorbing spiritual power, and its power is close to that of the top-grade robes. Baby, Tang Cheng relied on this cassock to make many monks suffer a lot!

"It's a pity, it's a pity..." A voice rang out abruptly, and everyone stopped and looked to the right, only to see a man surnamed Ruya shaking his head while saying, "Brother Tang, if you gave this dress to Gui Young master, I won't, alas... it's all caused by stingy."

Tang Cheng's laughter faltered, his face turned from red to white, and then from white to blue, his murderous eyes fixed on the elegant man named Cheng.

The death of his beloved son was his biggest pain, now that his scars were exposed in public, how could he not be angry, but his eyes couldn't help turning to the high platform beside him, when he saw Cheng Wuyou looking towards him When he came over, he couldn't help but snorted fearfully, and turned his head away.

At this time, the monks around the tenth ring were already stunned. They all opened their mouths wide and looked at the golden cassock on Xuefutu in shock. As if to stimulate everyone's attention, Xuefutu grinned and took out another A simple round shield with a huge Chinese character printed on the front, and a huge dead character printed on the back, floating in front of Xuefutu, constantly rotating.

One turn, one death, one turn, this shield also has a small history. There used to be a small sect called the Life and Death Sect, which was famous for its bizarre spells, and Tang Cheng destroyed this small sect after he advanced to Foundation Establishment. Well, this top-grade defensive magic weapon shield is the treasure of that small sect.

This time, Tang Cheng paid a lot of money. After he learned that Xuefutu had refined all the wealth into an extremely sharp top-grade offensive magic weapon, he specially gave him two top-grade defensive magic weapons.

This is also the source of Xuefutu's confidence!

Protecting himself with three magical artifacts, Xuefutu was full of pride for a while, and with a long roar, he raised the bloody long knife in his hand high!

"Bloodthirsty knife technique!"

With a loud roar, Xuefutu's spiritual power surged out, turning into a huge wave of blood, and rushed towards Chen Zhi fiercely.

Chen Zhi lowered his head and didn't move a single bit of footsteps, which made people think that he was frightened.

A sigh.

Chen Zhi raised his head and looked at Xuefutu calmly.

There was another sigh, and in this sigh, there was regret and helplessness.

"It's a pity, I wanted to hide my strength..."

Chen Zhi raised his head and raised his hands high. At this moment, the palms of his hands seemed to disappear and turned into two strong thunderbolts.