Although it was just a few words, Su Qinian could know that the challenger could know the outcome of the last gladiatorial battle, and perhaps the process. As for how detailed it was, he didn't know.
Even so, this young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe still chose to kill spiritually, which made him a little surprised. Could it be that this one thought he had stronger spiritual cultivation and attainments than the son of the Netherworld.
A head of ink-like black hair danced lightly, and the ghost soul stepped out from the body of the young quasi-king of the Hades.
Fighting spirit, let alone fighting spirit.
Compared to the Son of Netherworld who came to an end with great splendor, this one gave a very bad impression to the strong men of all races. Even the Nine-Turn Pluto King's mouth twitched slightly, but he had a cold face and said nothing.
Gray wind and snow are flying around, this is the last battle for their Hades.
The top of the sacred mountain.
The fighting spirit belonging to Su Qinian was once again separated from the condensed essence and spirit.
A faint gilded mist lingered. Compared to the Son of Netherworld, this person's will cultivation was only in the middle realm of immortality. He was only comparable to ordinary top quasi-kings. Even if he was stronger, it would be limited. However, Su Qinian did not underestimate him in the slightest.
He continued to suppress his body with the will of Fengzhen, and lowered his will to a level equivalent to it.
"Aren't you going to evolve the Ancient Heavenly Dragon?" The young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe was very lazy and could not feel the tense atmosphere at all.
"It seems that you have already understood this from the previous battle." Su Qinian said calmly.
"In my opinion, this is more like a kind of training for the challenger. Although it is extremely harsh, if you don't die, you will gain a lot." The young quasi-king of the Underworld said with rare solemnity.
"Indeed." Su Qinian nodded. If he could survive like this, the harvest would be beyond imagination.
"I'm going to take action."
The young quasi-king of the underworld did not change his lazy posture. He raised one hand, and the seven ink rings on his wrist collided, making a crisp metallic vibrato. They were the souls of seven underworld snakes, connected end to end, and suddenly, a
An ink-colored ring detached from the wrist, then disappeared. When it reappeared, it had already appeared on Su Qinian's right wrist.
For a moment, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows. This was a spiritual killing. All the ways did not exist and could not be provoked at all. However, this method seemed to have crossed the void and ignored time. It fell directly on him. With him,
His eyesight is actually incapable of discerning reality and reality, and he cannot see through the source of the power of this method.
Su Qinian shook his fist, even though he was a fighting soul, his arm still roared like a tidal wave, and immortal will surged. Every ray of will surged like red gold, mercury, and divine iron juice.
Thick.
Buzz!
On the wrist, the ink-colored ring whistled softly and rotated at a very fast speed. A strange rhythm suddenly filled the arena, breaking away Su Qinian's extremely strong masculine will. Su Qinian's eyebrows were also stained.
Added with a layer of immortal red gold soul light, this is another spiritual killing technique. Unlike the son of the netherworld, it actually faintly resonates with his fighting spirit, making it difficult to condense the will of the fighting spirit.
Before Su Qinian could use his strength again, three ink-colored rings separated from the body of the young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe, and instantly appeared on Su Qinian's left wrist, and four ink-colored rings on his bare feet.
They turned together, and a grand rhythm seemed to form an unspeakable tune, which made Su Qinian's fighting spirit tremble slightly, and there were signs of falling apart.
The sound of this music was also not completely blocked by the Arena of Gods and Demons. Although it wiped out its killing power, it still caused many sacred creatures from all races to have their hearts swayed and their souls turbulent. They quickly sat down and circulated their Qi and blood.
Stay true to your spirit.
"Death...prelude to death!"
Those were the Supremes of the Ghost Clan. When they heard the sound at this moment, they suddenly showed expressions of disbelief. Their eyes shook. Even though they were supremely powerful, they couldn't help but lose their composure. This was the prelude to death. Why do they still exist in the world?
Prelude to death!
As several ghost clan supremes spoke, the expressions of all the clan supremes on Muling Star changed almost at the same time, including War King Qi Tian and other human kings. The seemingly tired young man from the Nether Tribe turned out to be the prelude to death.
The inheritor of it, but how could it be possible that Death Prelude had not been annihilated long ago in the seventeenth era of modern times.
It was an era that was deeply remembered by the human race, and even by all the tribes in the world, because the Ghost Emperor and Hades Emperor of that generation were both proficient in music, and even cut off a section of the sacred parasol tree and planted it in the underworld and the Hades River.
In an extremely special place at the junction of the world, the only Nether Phoenix tree in the world was finally cultivated, and a Nether Phoenix Qin was cast from it. It is recorded in ancient history that on the day the Nether Phoenix Qin was born, all the heavens
Enraged and bringing down boundless calamities, the Ghost Emperor and the Pluto Emperor joined forces to compose the Underworld Phoenix Piano, attacking the will of the heavens and destroying countless calamities. What finally evolved was the original prelude to death.
Later, the emperors of the two clans searched all over the heavens, excavated the ancient and even ancient heavenly sounds, and even went deep into the sea of heavens to intercept the original sounds. Hundreds of races in the heavens and countless people who were proficient in the music path were in danger and died tragically.
Countless people fell under the hands of the two emperors, almost causing those who understood the path of music in the seventeenth era to disappear from the world.
Thirty thousand years later, the emperors of the two clans, the ghosts and the underworld, played a death prelude on the underworld harp, marking the end of the era. On that day, the sound of death filled the sky and deprived a young man of his life.
The emperor's life was short, but because the meaning of death in the underworld was too terrifying, the sound of death penetrated all the heavens and hundreds of realms. That battle directly caused the fall of trillions of living beings in the world.
Later, several human emperors joined forces and almost failed to withstand the death prelude. The emperors of the two clans played the Nether Phoenix Qin. Legend has it that it even triggered the power of the ancient god of death. Although the emperors of the two clans died in the end, the Nether Phoenix
The harp also shattered, but the world recognized that behind that battle, there might be figures of foreign emperors. The prelude to death was too strong, and coupled with the supreme imperial weapon like the Minghuang harp, the combination of the two made the emperor dim. In the end
The world cannot tolerate it. At the end of the seventeenth era, a flash in the pan appears and disappears from the world forever.
For countless epochs since then, the ghosts and the underworld have been trying to reproduce the Heavenly Sound of Death, or develop a high-pitched killing technique that is comparable to the Death Overture. There have been many stunning people who are proficient in music throughout the ages, but they have never been able to do so. Now,
, the prelude of death reappeared in the young quasi-king of the underworld, so the strong men of all races had to pay attention. Although it is not completely confirmed, the reincarnation of the ghost soul can not do anything to the young king of locking the sky, this one
The attack creates a suppression. Apart from the prelude to death, it is hard to imagine that there is any great sound-killing technique in this world that has such great power. The meaning of death is clearly engraved in ancient history.
"Death Overture!" War King Qitian stared at Jiuqu Pluto.
"Don't regard the sound-killing techniques from the Self-Ming and Ghost clans as a prelude to death. This is a snake shadow. What are you afraid of?" Jiuqu Pluto's tone was indifferent, without any intention of admitting it.