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

"Fuck!"

"This is Wolf Killing!!"

The four major military regions gasped one after another, and everyone was frightened.

Under the battered armor of Demon Slayer, the body was not as tall as expected, but skinny and boney, and even in a state of blood and flesh. You could even see the pale bones, with mini ghost Rakshasa clapping on them. As he continued to eat, the rich death energy left the confinement of the armor and exploded towards the outside world.

"Fuck!"

To be honest, Luo Fanchen, who had seen the world, was shocked.

"I thought Jail Wudi was awesome enough by planting chains into his flesh and blood. This guy just cut off his flesh to feed the brats. How did he get here after all these years?"

Prison Wen Chou's body trembled, shaking violently, and his face turned pale.

Compared to other people's blind exclaims, he knows best how terrifying this kind of thing is.

The chains that support this body have brought him endless suffering, and sometimes he wants to kill himself in order to be happy.

Then the pain that Gui Miesheng endured was not only ten times, but a hundred times more than his.

The little phoenix fairy's face changed color: "It seems that the legend about Demon Slayer being devoured by hundreds of ghosts when he was young is true!!"

The young monk on the stage was not afraid, but had a grimace on his face. He bowed his head in distress and recited: "Good, good, good. The ghost donor has really suffered for many years."

Ghost Seisheng's face was cold and hard, full of determination: "Suffering?"

"That's just what you think."

"If you have to blame yourself for all the suffering, how can you gain the strength to be superior to others?"

"This is not unbearable misfortune and suffering, but an opportunity given to me by God."

"Little monk, you have to watch this move carefully."

Demon Sessheng broke off the tips of his index and middle fingers together, and drew bloody lines on his chest. The formations connected by the secret method activated the evil spirits of a hundred ghosts. They separated from flesh and blood in an instant and condensed together in the void. The dark breath of death billowed. After rising, the hundred ghosts he raised turned into a dark god of death wielding a scythe.

"One hundred ghosts united into one, the true form of the God of Death!"

In an instant, the withered demon destroyed the life and the ghost figure merged into one, holding a death scythe. For an instant, a dark hole appeared in the void, and the rotten water of the Styx poured in and washed towards the little monk's treasured body. At the same time, he stepped forward and struck with a death blow with his sickle.

"The eighth soul skill: Death God Sword - Abi Hell!"

The battle was so shocking that people really gave the little monk a cold sweat.

"Landa's secret skill: The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and you can turn back and find the shore!"

In front of the little monk and Demon Sesheng, a golden ditch suddenly appeared. No matter how much Demon Sesheng slashed, it seemed like he was thousands of miles away from the little monk stepping in the ditch. This scene shocked countless people.

What kind of trick is this?

It seems as if the power of space has been involved.

Luo Fanchen had already keenly sensed that there was something wrong, "There is something wrong with the Tathagata Emperor's martial spirit of the meat-and-wine monk. It already contains the power of space, and its quality is by no means inferior to that of the dark figure behind Gui Deisheng. It is even better."

"Clues of Hades!"

"Death Vision!!"

Demon Mie Sheng's right hand and head shone brightly at the same time, and black head soul bones and arm bones appeared, showing an unparalleled aura of death. In an instant, he broke through the barrier of the golden ditch and directly strangled the young monk's neck.

"Amitabha!"

"Fudo Myoyo, the true form of the Great Sun Buddha!"

The sky darkens and the scorching sun shines brightly in an instant,

The little monk transformed into a dazzling golden Buddha, clasped his hands and meditated in the void. The claws of Hades struck and broke directly from the knuckles, and all ghost energy was quickly purified.

"Buddha's Palm!"

A huge golden palm holding a swastika seal descended from the sky, like a five-fingered mountain, carrying endless Sanskrit sounds. In an instant, countless people had the urge to kneel down and bow their heads in worship.

Demon Slayer's spine flashed, and his death energy condensed into a Death Scythe, which merged with the real soul scythe he originally held. It was so powerful that he could cut the sky with his sword and tear apart the golden Tathagata palm in one fell swoop. .

result,

An alms bowl fell from the sky, knocking Gui Miesheng upside down to the ground, making no movement.

The game ends immediately,

The soldiers were in a trance and their eyes were blank,

"This……"

"What's going on?"

"Why did it end so suddenly!"

Others didn't see it clearly, but Luo Fanchen saw it clearly, with a slight twitch in his mouth.

Good guy,

After hunting geese all day long, the geese almost pecked him in the eye, but he didn't realize that this guy was actually a sixth-grade man.

It turned out that the Tathagata Divine Palm was just a cover. When the golden light was the brightest, the boy flipped his hands and took out an alms bowl, which actually contained a weapon spirit. He used it as a big killer, Yin Ren, and killed the ghost who was caught off guard. The student was detained.

The young monk walked to the enlarged alms bowl, knocked on the alms bowl and said, "Ghost donor, you lose."

"Your ghost spirit has been restrained by the young monk, so it's not easy to win."

"You are not as despicable as Xiao Monk. It is even more natural if you lose."

Everyone outside the court looked weird and called him a good guy.

Despicable?

You monk is so shamelessly proud.

The referee announced the victory of the game, and the young monk collected the alms bowl. He didn't care about his opponent, nor did he care about his outstanding record of becoming the third person to advance to the top three. He immediately rushed down to the ring and asked Yang Jinghong for a meal:

"Kind Donor Yang, hurry up and eat two roasted kidneys."

Yang Jinghong was speechless and said: "I was wondering what exactly you abstained from when you became a monk."

The little monk raised two fingers.

Yang Jinghong was in disbelief: "You actually quit two more? Which two did you quit?"

"The young monk has not finished his mortal life. He was forcibly taken back to the temple by the old monk since he was a child. He was forced to eat fast and chant Buddha's name. He will not be able to quit this or that in this life."

"It will probably be a tough battle against that haenyeo in the finals."

Yang Jinghong was unhappy: "How did you know you were dealing with Haenyeo!"

The young monk pointed to his chest: "The young monk has a sharp eye and can see clearly that Li Qingtian can defeat the spiritual soul master, but the sea maiden cannot. The person who will eventually compete with the young monk in the finals can only be the third princess of the Deep Sea Royal Court."

"Please say it again."

After the young monk did as he was told, he hesitated and said, "Why does Master Yang want me to say it again?"

Yang Jinghong looked to the side: "It's done recording, Third Master."

Mr. Yang frowned: "You brat, I'll give you some face. Can I keep recording for you?"

"Okay, don't bark. I've finished recording it for you. Don't ink."

Yang Jinghong was satisfied, but the young monk looked confused as to what he was doing.

You don’t think that my prediction will be wrong, are you kidding me, the little monk is right.

Yang Xiruo just watched her brother show off quietly, smiled coldly and said nothing.

Her beautiful eyes looked at Luo Fanchen, looking forward to his performance.

Some hesitation,

Is it really him?

Will his identity be revealed?

On the ring, Demon Seisheng stood up from the ground without saying a word. His body was bleeding and pus was constantly flowing out. There was no anger or unwillingness, and his eyes were just a little absent-minded.

He lost.

He worked hard day and night, sacrificed too much, and endured the pain of countless ghosts, but he still fell on the way to the top three.

The promises I made to my junior sister seemed to have become a joke.

It is said that it is better than the Temple of Light, but he is just laughing at the fifty steps and the hundred steps.

No, the turn to fall is the same.

"Brother Gui, the teacher said that you have tried your best. It really doesn't matter whether you win or lose."

Berry, wearing the mask of reincarnation, spoke, neither happy nor sad.

The Lord of the Dark Palace, who had always remained mysterious and silent, threw out a black robe and covered Demon Miesheng's skinny and injured body, covering up the pale embarrassment.

That cold black robe brought warmth to the lonely Demon Deusei.

He clutched his black robe tightly, gained strength, took steps, and walked off the ring.

Master, I will continue to work hard. Next time, I don’t want to embarrass the Dark Temple again.

Little luck, the pink furry eyes turned towards Luo Fanchen,

Born with bad luck, she always has some extraordinary senses.

Especially for people with great luck,

I always feel like this guy looks familiar.

But she didn't dare to guess randomly.

Three families rejoiced, countless families mourned, and in the pinnacle battle of the four military regions, three powerful soul masters emerged.

Fengying, Li Qing.

Landuo Temple, Emperor Chenyao.

Deep Sea Royal Court, Long Youwei.

The soldiers couldn't help but sigh, who would have thought that a sixth-level soul emperor could reach the top three, just like Luo Fanchen back then.

Many people unconsciously compare Li Qing with Luo Fanchen.

In terms of strength, Li Qing is probably better, but Luo Fanchen is more talented.

As for appearance,

There is no doubt that Luo Fanchen will be hung up and beaten.

People who have never seen Luo Fanchen's grace can't help but sigh at how graceful the legendary Luo Fanchen would be if he were alive.

However, some people think that Luo Fanchen may be an overly boastful figure in order to set an example and deceive others into fighting against the enemy. He is far inferior to Li Qing.

The twin sisters Ye Xiyi and Ye Xiying had no intention of watching the game. They even shed tears vaguely, and their beautiful faces lost their color, which was heartbreaking.

King Tianwu saw it and felt pain in his heart.

He wanted to open his mouth to comfort but didn't know how to say it, so why didn't he feel sad.

Although the boy abducted his daughter, spoke unscrupulously, and showed his holiness in front of his loved ones, why didn't he dislike this boy's straightforward and free attitude, and his attitude of respect and gratitude towards those who were kind to him at all times.

"Ugh."

Two sighs sounded at the same time, and King Tianwu and King Yan both glanced at each other, and they seemed to be on the same page.

Soon, the sky began to draw lots.

The two people drawn fight, and the winner fights with the remaining person after resting.

At the end, the two losers competed for second and third place.

But whether it is the World Championship or this kind of military competition, for Tianjiao himself or the majority of warriors, only the first place can represent the peak, represent the upper limit of the strength of this generation, and represent the upper limit of the strength of the strongest eighth level in this era. The second poop has lost its flavor.

Soon, the results of the draw were announced.

Li Qing from Fengying battles against Long Youwei from Deep Sea Royal Court.

It was at this time that Wei Yang, the God of Heaven, moved her lips slightly and transmitted sound into Luo Fanchen's ears...