socalfunplaces Chapter 793
Chapter 793
"Fuck!"
"This is Langmie!!"
The four major military regions gasped one after another, and they were all scared.
Under the broken armor of Guimiesheng, his body was not as sturdy as imagined, but skinny and bony, and even in a bloody state. One could even see the pale bones. Miniature evil ghosts were snapping on it and constantly gnawing at it. The rich death energy left the armor and burst out to the outside world.
"Fuck!"
To be honest, Luo Fanchen, who had seen a lot of things, was shocked.
"I thought it was awesome that Yu Wudi planted chains into his flesh and blood, but this guy cut his flesh to raise little ghosts. How did he survive all these years?"
Yu Wenchou's body trembled, shook violently, and his face turned pale.
Compared with the blind exclamations of others, he knew best how terrifying the other party was.
The chains he wore had brought him endless suffering, and sometimes he even wanted to kill himself to get a quick death.
The pain that Gui Miesheng endured was more than ten or a hundred times his.
Xiao Fengxian's face turned pale: "It seems that the legend that Gui Mie Sheng was devoured by hundreds of ghosts in his childhood is true!!"
The little monk on the stage was not afraid, but had a bitter look on his face. He bowed his head and recited with heartache: "Good, good, the ghost donor has suffered for many years."
Guimie Sheng's face was cold and hard, full of determination: "Suffering?"
"That's just what you think."
"If you have to complain about this little suffering, how can you gain the strength to surpass others?"
"This is not such unbearable misfortune and suffering, but an opportunity given to me by God."
"Little monk, you have to watch this move carefully."
Guimie Sheng broke the tips of his index and middle fingers together, and drew blood-colored lines on his chest. The array pattern connected by the secret method activated the evil spirits of hundreds of ghosts, which instantly separated from the flesh and blood and condensed together in the void. The dark breath of death rose, and the cultivated hundreds of ghosts turned into a dark death god wielding a sickle.
"Hundreds of ghosts merge into one, the true body of the god of death!"
Instantly, the withered Gui Mie Sheng merged with the ghost shadow, holding a death sickle in his hand. Instantly, a dark hole appeared in the void, and the rotten water of the Styx poured in, washing towards the little monk's body. At the same time, he flashed to the front and swung the sickle to kill him.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Death God's Dark Knife, Avici Hell!"
The battle was shocking, and people really broke into a cold sweat for the little monk.
"Lanta Secret Skill: The Sea of Bitterness is Boundless, Turn Back Now!"
A golden ditch suddenly appeared in front of the little monk and Gui Mie Sheng. No matter how Gui Mie Sheng swung and chopped, it seemed that he was thousands of miles away from the little monk standing in the ditch. This scene shocked countless people.
What kind of trick is this?
It seems to have involved the power of space.
Luo Fanchen had already keenly noticed the problem, "There's something wrong with the Emperor Tathagata spirit of this drunkard monk. It originally contained the power of space, and its quality was no less than that of the dark figure behind Gui Mie Sheng, and it was even better."
"The claw of the underworld!"
"Death illusion!!"
Guimie Sheng's right hand and head shone brightly at the same time, and black head spirit bones and arm bones appeared, showing an unparalleled breath of death. In an instant, it broke through the barrier of the golden ditch and directly strangled the little monk's neck.
"Amitabha!"
"Acala, the true body of the Buddha of the Sun!"
The dim sun in the sky suddenly shone with divine light.
The little monk turned into a dazzling golden Buddha, and clasped his hands together to meditate in the void. The claw of the underworld hit him and broke his knuckles, and all the ghost energy was quickly purified.
"Tathagata Palm!"
A golden giant palm holding a swastika descended from the sky, like a five-finger mountain, carrying endless Sanskrit sounds. I don't know how many people had the urge to kneel down and worship.
The spine of Gui Mie Sheng flashed, and the death energy condensed into a death sickle, which was combined with the real body soul sickle he already held. The power was great, and he raised the knife to chop the sky, tearing the golden Tathagata Palm apart in one fell swoop.
As a result,
A bowl fell from the sky and knocked Gui Mie Sheng upside down on the ground, and there was no movement.
The game ended directly,
The warriors were in a trance, 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, and his mouth twitched slightly,
Good guy,
I was hunting geese all day and was almost pecked by the geese. I didn't realize that this kid was actually a sixth-rate guy.
It turned out that the Buddha Palm was just a cover. When the golden light was the most dazzling, the boy took out a bowl with a weapon spirit hidden in it as a killer weapon, and directly caught the unprepared Ghost Slayer.
The little monk walked to the enlargedOn the other side of the bowl, he knocked on the bowl and said, "Ghost donor, you lost."
"Your ghost energy was suppressed by this monk, so it was difficult to win."
"You are not as mean as this monk, so it is only natural that you lost."
Everyone outside the field looked strange and shouted, "What a guy."
"What's so great about being mean?
You are a monk who is shamelessly proud.
The referee announced the victory of the game. The little monk took the bowl and didn't care about his opponent or the outstanding record of becoming the third person to advance to the top three. He rushed down the ring and asked Yang Jinghong for food:
"Kind donor Yang, please give me two roasted kidneys."
Yang Jinghong said speechlessly, "I was wondering, what did you give up when you became a monk."
The little monk raised two fingers.
Yang Jinghong was incredulous: "You actually gave up two more? Which two did you give up?"
"The little monk has not yet finished his earthly ties. Since he was young, he was forcibly abducted by the old monk to the temple and forced to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures. He can't give up this or that in this life."
"It will be a tough battle against the female divers in the final."
Yang Jinghong was unhappy: "How do you know that you are going to fight against the female divers!"
The little monk pointed to his chest: "I have a sharp eye and can see clearly that Li Qingtian is good against spiritual soul masters, but female divers are not , the person who will play the final with me can only be the third princess of the Deep Sea Royal Court. "
"Please say it again."
After the little monk did it, he hesitated and said, "Why did Mr. Yang ask me to say it again?"
Yang Jinghong looked to the side: "Have you finished recording, Third Master?"
Third Master Yang frowned: "Stinky boy, I've given you face, can I keep recording for you?"
"Okay, stop barking, I've finished recording for you, don't waste time."
Yang Jinghong was satisfied, and the little monk was confused. What was he doing?
You didn't think I would predict wrong, what a joke, the little monk was accurate.
Yang Xiruo just watched her brother pretending, smiled coldly and didn't say anything.
Beautiful eyes looked at Luo Fanchen, looking forward to his performance.
Some hesitation,
Is it really him,
Will he reveal his identity?
On the stage, Gui Miesheng said nothing and got up from the ground in a mess. His body was bleeding and pus was flowing. He was not angry or unwilling. His eyes were just a little absent-minded.
He lost.
He worked hard day and night, paid too much, and endured the pain of being bitten by hundreds of ghosts countless times, but he still fell on the way to the top three.
The promises made to his junior sister seemed to have become a joke.
He said he would be stronger than the Temple of Light, but he was just the pot calling the kettle black.
No, he fell in the same round.
"Gui Senior Brother, the teacher said that you have tried your best. Winning or losing really doesn't matter."
Mei Mei, wearing a reincarnation mask, spoke, neither happy nor sad.
The Lord of the Dark Hall, who had always remained mysterious and silent, threw out a black robe, covering Gui Miesheng's skinny body, hiding his pale embarrassment.
The cold black robe brought warmth to the lonely Gui Miesheng.
He clenched his black robe, regained his strength, took a step, and walked down the ring.
Master, I will continue to work hard. Next time, I don't want to embarrass the Dark Temple again.
Little unlucky, pink-haired Meimei turned her eyes to Luo Fanchen,
Born with bad luck, she always has some extraordinary feelings,
Especially for people with great luck,
I always feel that this guy has a sense of déjà vu.
But she didn't dare to guess.
Three families are happy, countless families are sad, the peak battle of the four major military regions, the top three soul masters are out.
Fengying, Li Qing.
Lantuo Temple, Di Chenyao.
Deep Sea King's Court, Long Youwei.
The soldiers couldn't help but sigh, who would have thought that a sixth-level soul emperor could make it into the top three, just like Luo Fanchen back then.
Many people unconsciously compared Li Qing with Luo Fanchen.
Li Qing was probably stronger in terms of strength, but Luo Fanchen was more talented.
As for his appearance,
there was no doubt that he would be beaten by Luo Fanchen.
Those who had never seen Luo Fanchen's demeanor could not help but sigh how demeanor the legendary Luo Zhuangyuan would be if he were alive.
However, some people believed that Luo Fanchen might be a boastful person who deceived others to fight against the enemy in order to set an example for the authorities, and he was far inferior to Li Qing.
Ye Xi'an and the twin sisters, as well as Ye Xiying, had long lost interest in watching the game, and even had tears in their eyes, and their delicate faces had lost color, which was distressing.
King Tianwu saw it with his eyes and felt pain in his heart.
He wanted to comfort her but didn't know how to say it, so how could he not feel pained?
Although the boy kidnapped his daughter, spoke recklessly, and showed off in front of others, he also disliked the boy's straightforwardness and his respectful and grateful attitude towards those who had done him a favor.
"Alas."
Two sighs sounded at the same timeAt first, King Tianwu and King Yan looked at each other, and they were in sync.
Soon, the sky began to draw lots.
The two people drawn fought, and the winner fought with the remaining person after a rest.
At the end, the two losers competed for the second and third places.
But whether it was the World Championship or this kind of military competition, for the Tianjiao themselves, or the majority of soldiers, only the first place could represent the peak, the upper limit of the strength of this generation, and the upper limit of the strength of the strongest eighth-level in this era. The second place had lost its taste.
Soon, the results of the draw came out.
Fengying Li Qing vs. Deep Sea King Court Long Youwei.
At this time, the Lord of the Sky, Di Weiyang, moved his lips slightly, and the sound transmission entered Luo Fanchen's ears...