The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

Chiyan King seemed to have guessed something, with a trace of fanaticism in his eyes, Yin Ruo glanced at He Jilin aside, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and Yincheng Wang still looked like he was watching the show.

He Jilin thought: This interesting place may mean something bad for him.

King Yin Su's travels have always been very ostentatious, but this time he chose to travel lightly.Several people were all dressed in casual clothes, and came to a luxurious place in a low-key manner.

This is obviously a place of business, and there is a huge word "Dou" marked on the banner. He Jilin saw the more excited look on the Chiyan King's face, so he was sure that this was a fighting arena, but, What did Yin Su want to do by bringing him here?

Seeing He Jilin looking at him, Chiyan King approached him and explained: "This is Yin Su's own venue, and he usually selects talented people from here to serve him."

He Jilin nodded to express his understanding.

Yin Su in front suddenly turned his head and gave them a cold look, and said, "Follow."

Chiyan King had no choice but to shut up and He Jilin followed behind him. Yin Ruo looked at He Jilin and laughed a few times.

The fighting arena is worthy of being owned by the demon king Yin Su. The luxury inside it is enough to amaze He Jilin, and its hierarchy is strict and the management is strict. He Jilin followed all the way down, and felt Yin Su's ability more and more.

The attendants quickly brought them into an extremely spacious room, presumably a place dedicated to Yin Su. From here, one could overlook the entire fighting skill arena. The fighting stage was already stained red with blood, and there were still two people fighting brutally on it.

Yin Su ordered his attendants to retreat, and Yin Ruo and King Yincheng sat down beside him, Chiyan King looked left and right, and then said to Yin Su: "Yin Su, can I also go up and fight a few games? "

Yin Su shook his head, "Who do you think can beat you?"

Indeed, this is the place Yin Su uses to select good talents. Those monster races below are generally not very high-level, and yes, how can someone with a cultivation level as high as the level of the demon king come to this place?

The Chiyan King said unwillingly: "I can lower my cultivation base."

At this time, King Yincheng said with a smile: "I said Chiyan, is it interesting for you to lower your cultivation level and fight with others?"

Chi Yan thought about it, so he curled his lips and sat down lonely.

He Jilin was there alone, neither standing nor sitting.Chi Yan looked at him and waved: "Monk Ji Lin, what are you doing standing there? Come and sit down!"

But Yin Su shook his head and said: "No need, Ji Lin will go down to compete with others later." As soon as he finished speaking, an attendant came in from the outside and said respectfully: "Your Highness, it's ready."

Yin Su nodded, looked at He Jilin, and with a slight movement of his fingers, He Jilin instantly felt that part of his cultivation had been sealed, and now he could only use the cultivation equivalent to that of the Nascent Soul Stage.

"Didn't you say you want to be my king's opponent? But you are so weak now, this king really can't wait, so this king decided to come and take you through experience."

Blazing Rock King jumped up at this time, "I want to go too!"

Yin Su ignored him, and said to his attendant, "Take him down to participate in the fighting skill after the illusion."

He Jilin held back silently, and comforted himself: It's just a few games, it doesn't matter.

Seeing that Yin Su ignored him, King Chiyan followed He Jilin out of the room.

Only the three of Yin Su were left in the room, and King Yincheng cast his eyes on the arena below, his eyes teasing, "I said Yin Su, are you not afraid that he will die on the stage?"

Yin Su didn't say anything.

Once on the fighting stage, there are only two ways to get down from it, one is to stand up, the other is to lie down, life or death, it is so cruel.

Chiyan King himself didn't know where he went, leaving only He Jilin to follow the attendant.

The attendant brought him to a small inner room and asked him to swallow a demon pill. He Jilin immediately turned into a monster, with long black hair hanging down. He thought it was troublesome, so he took out a demon pill. An ordinary strip of cloth, tied up at will.

Seeing that he was ready, the attendant said to him: "You can go up after one of them dies on the stage."

He Jilin looked around at the excited group of monsters in the stands, couldn't help stroking Chun Wu on his wrist, and said with spiritual sense: "No matter what happens later, don't show up."

Chun Wu trembled, as if he disagreed, He Jilin comforted him, and then he gradually calmed down.

Seeing that he was silent, the attendant thought that he was afraid, so he silently stepped aside and waited for the result on the stage.

Not long after, blood splattered on the fighting stage, and one monster clan was beheaded to death by another. Immediately, there was cheering in the stands, and the victorious monster clan roared excitedly, and even licked the blood that was spilled on its body.

"It's your turn." The attendant reminded aloud.

Holding a Buddha stick in his hand, He Jilin slowly walked out of the inner room amidst the cheers of the audience, and appeared in the sight of all the monsters.

When the victors on the stage saw him, they couldn't help showing contempt, because He Jilin's figure was too weak compared to him.The monsters on the stage were extremely tall and strong, and He Jilin looked like a dwarf in front of him.

He Jilin lowered his eyes and stepped on the bloody steps, his shoes were instantly soaked in red and black blood, and there were some pieces of meat in the blood, which was simply disgusting.

Enduring the physical discomfort, He Jilin came to the opposite side of the demon clan, holding the Buddhist stick tightly in his hand.

The opponent's weapon was also huge, shaped like a drumstick, with barbs on it. He Jilin thought to himself, if he was hit by that weapon accidentally, he might not die or be seriously injured.

When the signal for the duel sounded, the monster race immediately raised its big hammer and rushed over with great force.

After all, He Jilin was too much higher than the Nascent Soul stage. He could see the other party's flaws at a glance, and flew up lightly, and with four or two strokes, he lost his strength in an instant. There was a big fall.

There were bursts of "wheezing" sounds from the stands. They thought they would see the bloody scene of the little man being beaten to a pulp, but they only saw the big man fall down.

Naturally, He Jilin couldn't let go of this opportunity. He poured mana into the Buddhist stick and hit the back of the demon clan fiercely.

He Jilin would not give him a chance to counterattack, and kept telling himself not to be soft-handed. Immediately after a round of combos, the monster clan had no power to fight back, and lost its vitality.

Although there were no disturbances in the duel, He Jilin's victory in the eyes of the monsters was the biggest reversal, and they kept shouting in the stands.

He Jilin knew that things couldn't go so smoothly all the time, and sure enough, another monster clan came to him, whose cultivation level was equivalent to that of the out-of-body stage, but he could only use the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul stage.

The monster clan glanced at him, obviously not paying attention to him, He Jilin felt a little tricky now, although his spiritual consciousness is higher than the opponent's monster consciousness, but now his cultivation base is invincible, even if he can find the opponent However, he does not have the confidence that he can defeat the cultivation base of the out-of-body stage with the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Yin Su's exclusive room.

King Yincheng observed the following situation with great interest, and said to Yin Su: "Monk Jilin will suffer some crimes this time, you don't really want him to die here, do you?"

Yin Su chuckled, "How could he die so easily?"

Yin Ruo heard the words, looking at the fighting stage below became complicated, with malicious intent in it, wouldn't he die easily?As everyone knows, there are still fewer demons who died unexpectedly here?

He Jilin naturally didn't know what happened here. He was struggling to deal with the opponent's attack at this time, but the level suppression gradually made him breathless. There is not enough energy left.

All the monsters in the stands started to cheer, they could already see that the thin monster on the stage was gradually exhausted, and the difference between the two levels was too large, the outcome was already obvious, and they had concluded that the victory must belong to the tall and strong Yaozu.

He Jilin already had many scars on his body, but fortunately none of them were serious. After all, he was a powerful Arhat, and his body's resistance was still very strong.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the monster clan's eyes were already overjoyed. He had already seen the dawn of victory, and the little man in front of him would soon die by his sword!He raised his knife and quickly slashed at He Jilin!

He Jilin raised his Buddhist stick to resist, but was sent flying by him, and fell into a pool of blood on the fighting stage!

The monster clan didn't give him a chance to get up, so he swung his big knife and leaped into the air, swooped down, and chopped off He Jilin's head directly!

The atmosphere of the audience suddenly cheered up, cheers one after another.

He Jilin could only hold the Buddhist stick with both hands, and raised his arms to catch the opponent's sudden blow. Although the Buddhist stick temporarily blocked the opponent's knife, a bloodstain was drawn on his face by the opponent's knife wind.

Seeing that the blow was unsuccessful, the monster clan couldn't help roaring, and hit He Jilin's Buddhist stick again, and poured in the demon power continuously, gradually pressing He Jilin's Buddhist stick down.

He Jilin was surrounded by blood around him at this time, his clothes and hair were dyed red, he looked like a blood man, but now he couldn't care less, all his mind was on the blade that was close at hand, Watching the blade gradually approaching.

Is he really going to die here?There were cheers all around his ears, and he couldn't help looking at the room where Yin Su was, feeling reconciled suddenly in his heart, he was not reconciled!Immediately, a hot current in the body broke through the restriction set by Yin Su, and the demon king's aura instantly shocked the audience, and the demon clan above him was directly sent flying by him, and was seriously injured.

With blood all over his body, He Jilin killed that monster clan lightly!But there was not a trace of cheers in the audience, only deep awe and silence.

Yin Su focused his eyes on He Jilin, showing a hint of satisfaction.

Yin Ruo frowned tightly.

He Jilin held a Buddhist stick in his hand, and slowly walked down the blood-stained fighting stage, away from the sight of the demons.He was about to go back to the inner room, but found that Chun Wu on his wrist became restless.

He was about to use his spiritual knowledge to ask Chun Wu, when suddenly, a hand stretched out from a door beside him, and caught him inside the door before He Jilin had time to resist!