Chapter 615 The ninth arena, I choose spiritual killing!
Black fog collapses.
The sacred ancient celestial dragon's entire body is made of red gold, blooming with infinite light.
All ominous and strange things have been expelled, and all evils are truly invulnerable, and all evil is hard to come close to. This light is so blazing that even across the arena of gods and demons, it can make many strong men from all races on the Shepherd Planet shed tears.
, especially some creatures of the dark race, screamed repeatedly, but there was nothing strange about their bodies, but some supreme creatures found that their dark souls were burned.
This moved many supreme powerhouses. The Nine-Bend Pluto said that even the emperors could not interfere. He was definitely not just talking. This arena of gods and demons is an ancient relic that isolates everything. However, he did not expect that the ancient heavenly dragon's
The great power was still conveyed through the arena.
"Mingzi!"
At this moment, the face of Jiuqu Pluto was ashen, and even the Ghost Soul Reincarnation Technique could not suppress the young Holy King Suo Tian. However, once the gods and demons arena was opened, the four of them could not interfere and could only wait for everything to settle.
The top of the sacred mountain.
The sacred dragon derived from Su Qinian's war spirit looked down at the arena. In the collapsing black mist, the figure belonging to the son of the netherworld reappeared. He staggered backwards and fell out. The spirit of the netherworld was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed irreversible, but
However, he did not show any pain, and instead showed a look of relief on his face.
The sacred Tianlong collapsed, and Su Qinian's fighting spirit reappeared. He looked forward calmly and said: "You are very strong, with spiritual killing skills. You are the strongest person I have encountered since my debut. If it were not the true form of Tianlong, you would be the same."
If I want to resist the situation, it can only be five to five."
"Using my sharp edge to attack the enemy's blunt force, I have been defeated."
At this time, the young Holy King of the Netherworld simply shook his head: "Being able to fight with you in the same situation is already the greatest dignity. You have your opportunity, and I have my destiny. On the road of cultivation, the weak ask the cause and effect.
It’s up to the strong to see the ending, but it’s a pity that I won’t be able to see what happens next. How far can you go in this arena of gods and demons?”
After a pause, the son of the Netherworld sighed one last time: "It's a pity that you are not from my Netherworld clan."
hold head high!
As the words fell, immeasurable light bloomed in his dissipated soul. A piercing light dragon, surrounded by sacred flames, broke out of his body and entangled his remnant soul with the torrential and majestic dragon roar.
, twisted into nothingness in an instant, and at the last moment, a hazy shadow waved gently forward, seeming to say a final goodbye to the people outside the arena.
"Lord Son of Netherworld!"
On the Shepherd Planet, there are many Hades mourning at this moment. For the Hades who are bloodthirsty and have been with the River Styx all year round, such emotions seem a bit rare, but because of this, it can be seen that this son of the Nether is among all the Hades.
The status in his heart, even many of the Nether Clan's supremes, showed a hint of sadness. As the adopted son of the Nether Emperor, the young Nether Son had a transcendent status. He was also the least murderous among the younger generation of the Nether Clan.
Many of the defeated opponents have left their lives behind, which is contrary to the practice of the Hades to devour the souls of the defeated. On both sides of the River Styx, many Hades have remembered this prince who was not a prince, giving darkness and death
The densely covered Nine Netherworld brings a somewhat different brilliance.
Many Nether Tribe supremes have asserted that if this person could be more ruthless, he would definitely be stronger than he is now, but from now on, they will never see that day again.
"It's rare that there is such a person in the Pluto clan." War King Qi Tian rarely ridiculed Jiuqu Pluto, "If such a person has an afterlife, come to our human clan and try the hottest war blood."
Jiuqu Pluto's face became colder and colder, and he ignored War King Qitian. The Gods and Demons Arena was not just that simple, each one was more difficult to defend. As the leader of the arena, Jiuqu Pluto remembered the person who sent the Gods and Demons Arena, Zeng Yan.
, even in ancient times, there were only a few champions who could survive four arenas.
On the top of the sacred mountain, as the soul of the Son of Netherworld flew away, Su Qinian felt that his silent energy returned again. The fighting soul entered his body, and his energy, energy and spirit merged into one. He returned to his peak state again. The next moment, he looked towards the edge of the cliff.
The body and euphorbia of the young Holy King of the Netherworld, as a contemporary, he is a powerful opponent. If he were in the same situation, he might not be any weaker than him. In this battle, in terms of spiritual practice, he
The gain is not small, but it is a pity that such an opponent is difficult to reproduce. This arena of gods and demons does not accept coexistence.
Before he could make any move, the body and euphorbia belonging to the Son of the Netherworld were swept away by an invisible force on the edge of the cliff. They seemed to have been washed away by the long river of time for hundreds of millions of years, and disappeared like weathered dry rocks.
Su Qinian, the secret treasure of the kingdom of gods, is really terrible. Once it falls, everything will be wiped out and nothing will remain in the world.
Taking a breath and gathering his thoughts, he descended from the other end of the sacred mountain and guarded the first arena of gods and demons. Next, there should be seven more, and seven powerful young men from the four tribes are waiting.
Following him, he lost an opponent who might be strong enough in the future. Although Su Qinian felt regretful in his heart, it was nothing more than that. There were some grievances between the human race and the alien races in the heavens, which would be difficult to resolve in the end. He could only use the greatest strength to resolve the destined enemy.
Defeat and kill them with respect, and it ends with great splendor.
Um?
Suddenly, Jiuqu Pluto frowned slightly, because since Su Qinian walked down the sacred mountain where the first gods and demons arena was located, his figure was no longer reflected in the sky. This seemed a bit abnormal, because from the last challenge
After the player enters the arena, all the changes in the arena will be concentrated on the champion. It seems that the one in the kingdom of gods will produce such changes. Is it something to hide, or is this paragraph too plain?
Leave alone time for the challenger.
At the foot of the other end of the sacred mountain that was invisible to everyone, Su Qinian saw a figure that surprised him.
"Long time no see." The young man, dressed in Tsing Yi, stood in front of a spiritual stream and said with a smile on his lips.
"It's you!" Su Qinian's tone was slightly condensed, "Why are you here."
Su Qinian never expected that he would meet this old friend in this arena of gods and demons under such circumstances. Speaking of which, the three of them came to this world together and each inherited one-third of the time.
The person in charge of time and space taboos is much higher than the starting point he and Liu Qingchan established. It was later proved that this person has always been calculating and unpredictable.
It seems that there is something hidden that they cannot understand, and their cultivation is always beyond their imagination, and it seems that they have never been left behind.
"If I weren't here, how could this calamity be wonderful?" The young man in Tsing Yi said in a playful tone, "On the road to becoming an immortal, there must be more excitement in order to live up to the mortal world, what do you think?"
"What on earth do you want to do!"
Su Qinian's eyes grew colder. He felt that this person was just a troublemaker. He would be there wherever there was wind and rain. He seemed to be more attached to him. If he didn't pay attention, he would pop up and he would not live well at all. Just like in his previous life, he could become the world-recognized mercenary king, and his adventurous spirit has exceeded ordinary people's imagination.
To be more specific, it is equivalent to a madman.
"What do I want to do?" The mercenary king, who is as young as a boy and has not aged, chuckled, "I want to become an immortal and be happy all over the world."
"This is not funny at all." Su Qinian said coldly.
"So, you and I are not on the same journey yet," the young man in Qingyi waved his hand, then turned around and stepped forward, "I'm waiting for you in the ninth arena. I hope you can come to me. Maybe by then, I can answer your questions. One or two.”
The ninth arena of gods and demons?
Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, and then took action without hesitation. He was like a heavenly dragon, and the clear light rain flowed under his feet. Even in this mysterious arena, it turned into an aurora, and one hand fell on this man. The shoulders of the young mercenary king disappeared into nothingness, and a similarly clear rain of light disintegrated in his palm.
"Incarnation of time and space!" Su Qinian stared. Has this person's understanding of the taboos of time and space reached this point?
Now, the fate of the four tribes has changed again. There are very few strong men of his generation in the world who can't see through his current cultivation level. But this one has always occupied one of them. He doesn't understand. Why is this person obsessed with becoming an immortal? After all these years, he can also see that this person is not joking.
Just become an immortal? I'm afraid it's not that simple. As far as Su Qinian knows, the immortals are just Taoists. So what are the real immortals? This is another unsolved mystery.
After half a stick of incense, when Su Qinian once again stood at the foot of the second sacred mountain, his figure reappeared over the wild prairie. Jiuqu Pluto breathed a sigh of relief. It is not time to delve into what happened in this half stick of incense. time, because next, if even that one person is defeated, the Nether Clan will lose most of its opportunities in this era, in the years when troubled times come early.
Su Qinian's footsteps were very fast. After encountering the young man in green, the fighting spirit in his heart became more intense. Regardless of all the past, that man was indeed a powerful opponent. When he was in the Xuanhuang Land, he was He wanted to see how strong that one was, but he had never been able to do so. Now, he wanted to set foot on the ninth arena of gods and demons as soon as possible.
But half a day later, he climbed to the top of the second sacred mountain and entered the second arena of gods and demons.
He saw a somewhat lazy young man from the Nether Clan wearing gray armor. He looked no older than himself and seemed to be younger than him, but the aura that permeated his body was indeed that of a strong man at the quasi-king level.
He is younger than when he entered the Supreme Realm, but he has never heard of it. The things hidden by various races are indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.
At this moment, the somewhat tired young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe, with his inky black hair fluttering, looked at Su Qinian and said feebly: "Netherworld has fallen, your fighting spirit is too strong, I choose to kill you mentally."
An invisible force swept across again, and Su Qinian's energy fell silent again. A strange color appeared in his eyes. Such a choice was indeed somewhat beyond his expectation. (Please subscribe, thank you all for subscribing and playing. reward!)