Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

Seeing the defeat in the competition, Di Weiyang was neither happy nor sad, but she was secretly admired by the soldiers from the four major military regions.

After all, when the little monster Jin Chi was defeated, the leader of the Golden Emperor Sect put on the mask of pain.

Prison Wen Chou and Prison Wudi brothers were defeated, and Prison Sect Leader felt as if his biological mother had died.

Ye Feng was defeated and the mad king was so hysterical that he almost rushed to kill him.

King Yan's eyes flickered and he was filled with admiration: "She is indeed a person that I admire. A woman is simply more magnificent than these sect leaders and vassal kings."

King Tianwu glanced at him sideways and pointed at Yang Tingjun in the distance: "Your uncle is still over there. Why don't you say a few words of licking words to me? I don't want to see your wife anymore."

"What this king said is the truth that everyone knows, lick your ass."

King Yan took a peek at the aging Canglong Emperor, and secretly wondered why this old son of a bitch wasn't dead. If he couldn't beat him, he would have been killed immediately by this damn old guy who had caused his wife to fall apart.

The three princesses of the Deep Sea Royal Court showed their glory and attracted much attention.

She secretly muttered, My father told me that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers on the mainland, but it seems that it is nothing more than that.

It doesn’t matter if there is no one who can fight, and there is no one who can keep up the good looks.

She didn't want to insult anyone, she just wanted to go back to her hometown in Shenhai.

The Scourge Knight looked lonely, completely reduced to a background.

I don’t have the face to talk to Saint Yingyue.

I was so high-spirited when I came out, but now I feel so unspeakable.

The genius who can come to participate in the military competition has never been defeated in his life before this?

The more motivated people are, the more difficult it is for them to swallow the bitter pill of failure.

But losing... means losing.

The Scourge Knight took a deep breath and happened to notice "Li Qing" who was the first to be promoted. He felt even more uncomfortable. Even the Soul Emperor was promoted, and he was actually a little unwilling to do so.

If I had better luck and drew this Li Qing, I would probably be in the top three.

He shook his head and quickly adjusted his mood to step down. He didn't want to lose his temper and bark. That would not only lose the competition, but also lose his dignity. It would be really embarrassing.

"The Temple of Light has been defeated, but I, the Temple of Darkness, will never follow in the footsteps of the Temple."

The ghostly Dark Son whispered confidently, staring at the little monk who was still eating beside Yang Jinghong with his mouth full of oil and gnawing at the big pig's trotters with deep and firm eyes.

"When the two major temples clash, my generation will regain the upper hand."

"Junior sister, senior brother will help you get back the glory of the Dark Temple that you lost in the World Championship."

As Demon Slayer took a step forward, the ghost energy rose up under his feet. He climbed up the stairs step by step and came to the ring.

The little monk in front of me had just finished chewing the big pig's trotter, sucked the bone stick, and floated up with his hands full of food residue. He casually wiped it on his purple gold cassock and clasped his hands together: "Ghost donor, the little monk counts on your fingers today. You should not fight." , it is better to raise your hands and surrender, and invite the hungry young monk to eat."

The eyes of the people watching the battle were widened.

You're such a kind-hearted little monk, but you lie and beg for food as soon as you open your mouth?

Luo Fanchen was speechless.

He was very curious about which one of the eight Buddhist precepts this boy had taken.

Demon Slayer did not get angry when faced with the flashy little monk. He looked at his opponent and said, "I can see that you are a master. No need to say anything. Let's start a fight."

"Amitabha!"

The young monk looked serious: "Since the benefactor is bent on seeking torture, the young monk will help the benefactor."

"Insanity!"

Following the order from the elder who rewarded good deeds,

Demon Slayer took action immediately. The billowing black smoke obscured half of the sky in the arena. Countless black ghost hands poked out from the black smoke and grabbed the young monk.

At the same time, the ground was filled with a swamp formed by the power of darkness. Countless skull spurs were stabbed out. When the little monk was about to be stabbed into a sieve, he suddenly reached out his white and tender palm covered with oil and patted it forward.

In an instant, the green gold island arena shook, Sanskrit sounds rang out, a golden Buddha suddenly appeared, golden lotuses emerged from the ground, and infinite golden Buddha light rippled.

All the skeletons were stained with golden light and melted like ice and snow in an instant.

The golden Buddha pushed his hands together, shattering the dark hand released by the black mist in an instant...

"The fifth soul skill: Three Lives Stone: Death Water!"

"Gudong, Gudong!"

Demon Mie Sheng stepped on his feet, and countless dark ripples rippled outward in circles. Strange black enchanting underworld flowers bloomed on the ground. All Buddha's Light Golden Lotuses were instantly eroded and polluted, and the ground began to surge with extremely corrosive black underworld water. The golden Emperor Tathagata's martial spirit that corroded the little monk still had his physical body.

"The third soul skill: Brahma Vajra Warrior!"

The little monk solemnly held the seal, and nine Vajra warriors appeared in an instant. He opened his mouth and swallowed all the black water. It was purified from the tip of the nose into black smoke, spread into the sky, and lost its lethality.

"The sixth soul skill: Necromantic Storm."

"Third Soul Skill: Ghost Gate Horror——"

"open!"

There were gusts of gloomy wind, as if thousands of ghosts were roaring in the black wind, and the sun dimmed. In the gloomy wind, an ancient bronze door emerged, engraved with demon Rakshasa, lifelike. The ghost door opened wide, and hundreds of ghosts descended.

The people outside the venue felt numb and shivering.

After all, the scene in front of him was really weird and not a normal soul master at all.

The descendants of the Dark Temple are indeed more evil than the other.

However, in the dark arena, suddenly a golden fist seal burst out and emitted immeasurable Buddha light, blasting through the dark clouds, suppressing all ghosts, and shattering the door.

"The sixth soul skill: Burning Sun·Drunk Buddha Arhat Fist."

The little monk has merged with the martial soul of Jincan Emperor Tathagata. His body has climbed up. The little bald head has transformed into a big monk. With a dazzling red dot between his eyebrows, he violently kills the demon destroyer in front of him. The demon destroyer hides behind his back. The martial soul in the dark and dead energy finally showed its true appearance. It looked like a gaunt man. The two merged into one, showing the dark armor-covered palms and the young monk's toughness.

"Another humanoid martial spirit?"

"What a pure breath of death. Is this guy the God of Death?"

"The first soul skill: Amplification!"

"Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants·Vajra Power!"

"The second soul skill: Eye of Wisdom - open!

The young monk's whole body was surrounded by the phantom of a dragon elephant, roaring, and a pure golden eye opened in his heart. The moment he opened it, it was reflected on Demon Slayer's body. It instantly revealed the weakness of the move, and he slapped it with his backhand: "Landa's secret skill: Thousand-Armed Buddha! "

The Buddha has a shadowy figure, his arms are endless, and the photo shows Demon Deusheng with his armor in tatters.

However, the demonic beast's body exposed under the dark armor made everyone's scalp numb. Even the young monk immediately flew back...

Luo Fanchen's eyes widened and he stared in shock...