The yellow light was dazzling and dazzling. When all eight yellow lights, like golden light, bloomed, a phantom appeared behind Lin Yun.
The phantom is ten chapters long, winding up, and its figure is hazy and blurry.
A trembling aura emanated from this phantom, causing tens of thousands of people present to be beaten at the same time.
"Martial soul!"
"Lin Yun has sacrificed his martial soul. Is he going to fight back?"
After seeing Lin Yun sacrifice his martial soul, the atmosphere suddenly became boiling. In the desperate situation, countless people were looking forward to whether he could create a miracle.
When the hideous and terrifying demon soul was about to fall completely and completely swallow Lin Yun, the phantom behind Lin Yun gradually became clearer.
The human face and dragon body, two winding dragon horns on the forehead, the dragon's beards are snow-white and dense, the body is like a dragon, red as blood, and the body is filled with an ancient and vicissitudes of life, strange and evil,
"What kind of martial soul?"
Many people showed extremely surprised expressions in their eyes. It was obvious that this martial soul was of great origin, but it was not named.
"Zhulong!"
In the VIP seat, Wen Yanbo's face suddenly became sank, and his expression was extremely shocked.
My body trembled slightly because it was too shocked.
During the ancient times, the god of Zhongshan, named Zhulong, regarded it as day, closed to night, blowing it as dragon, and calling it as summer. Do not drink, eat, and stop, face and dragon body, this is an ancient evil soul.
Bang!
When Zhulong was completely clear, his eyes swept and under his eyes, the arrogant Blood Prison Demon Soul suddenly stopped and trembled a little.
It's done!
Lin Yun raised a smile on his lips, and a confident look appeared on his face.
If the opponent's martial soul's main body was the magic gun, he would have no choice but to say that the original body was the Blood Prison Demon Soul.
But how fierce can you be more fierce than the ancient evil soul?
"Damn it, what's going on?"
Wu Mohan's eyes showed a look of horror. This was the first time that he had encountered such a situation.
His Blood Prison Demon Soul was so scared that he trembled after the other party sacrificed his martial soul.
It's really incredible.
Why can his martial soul not break through the Purple Mansion be because he can devour the opponent's martial soul and strengthen himself after killing his opponent.
Always, gods block the killing of gods, and Buddhas block the killing of Buddhas, are arrogant.
Today, I was so scared that I didn't dare to move. I was very anxious and hurriedly said, "Come back!"
Can you come back?
impossible!
The ancient evil soul exudes an ancient aura, when his eyes fell on the Blood Prison Demon Soul, a hot light suddenly burst out from his eyes.
All over his body, he actually trembled with excitement.
It rushed up wildly, catching up with the Blood Prison Demon Soul like lightning, and opened its mouth and sucked it.
boom!
A powerful suction force swept all the blood prison demon souls with an unrivalled momentum.
The dim eighth platform was originally shrouded in the shadow of the demon soul, and the dark eighth platform suddenly became brighter.
Puchi!
Wu Mohan spitted out blood on the spot, his face turned pale, and cracks appeared in the Blood Prison Demon Gun in his hand at the same time.
Such a strange scene immediately surprised everyone.
Swallowed?
Wu Mohan's Blood Prison Demon Soul was swallowed by Zhulong in front of tens of thousands of people on the Longmen battlefield.
"No!"
He really couldn't accept this scene. Wu Mohan looked crazy and his facial features were twisted and rushed towards Lin Yun.
"court death."
Lin Yun snorted coldly, raised his hand and punched the man on the Blood Prison Demon Gun.
Click!
The Blood Prison Demon Gun, which had cracks, was broken on the spot, and Wu Mohan spitted out blood on the spot.
"Get out!"
This person was abandoned, and Lin Yun had not driven away all of them to kill him, so he slapped him out with a casual palm.
As for the Zhulong martial soul, after swallowing the Blood Prison Demon Soul, it turned into a rainbow light and escaped into its body.
"Lin Yun won."
The referee on the battlefield looked at Lin Yun deeply without saying anything.
The winner qualifies, the loser is eliminated.
At this point, in the first round of the group stage of the Longmen Competition, all qualifying places appeared.
As many people guessed, all the hottest pre-matches were successfully qualified without any surprises.
It's different from what many people guess.
The eighth group without a young master was fierce, far exceeding the other seven groups. Especially Lin Yun’s battle with Tongyuan and Wu Mohan was even more exciting.
In the minds of many people, if they are divided into other groups, these two people are fully qualified to compete for the qualifying place.
Especially Wu Mohan.
No one expected that in the eighth battle of Taichung, there was such a number of person hidden. They had always used a miserable victory to disguise their strength. If they had not met Lin Yun, the rest of the eight groups would have been unable to stop him from qualifying.
Finally, it is Lin Yun!
This young man who would never appear before the game in the eyes of most people. He appeared in the attention of everyone, and in the first game, he killed Luo Yuhang with one sword and removed his rookie list.
After that, he won a row and swept his opponents.
Immediately, he defeated Tongyuan, a master of Xuantian Sect with Dragon and Tiger Fist. In the battle with Wu Mohan, he fully demonstrated his profound background.
Even if he didn't set off the sword, he relied on his sword intent and his majestic true energy to compete with Wu Mohan.
The leader of the half-step purple mansion forced him to break out two trump cards that were enough to win.
At the VIP seat, many young masters from the sects looked at Lin Yun.
It seems that I want to see Lin Yun clearly.
The strength of this young man not only exceeded the expectations of the ordinary warriors in the audience, but also made them look away.
I originally thought that with his ninth level of Xuanwu, it would be impossible to go far.
Unexpectedly, I could qualify for the strongest.
What is even more surprising is that his Zhulong martial soul actually swallowed the Blood Prison Demon Soul in the end.
Can it devour evil souls, can it devour other martial souls?
If so...
Many people feel a little scared when they think of this. If this is the case, it would be a bit scary.
"What is the origin of this sword slave?"
Next to the Purple Blue Throne, the eldest prince Qin Yu looked gloomy. He noticed that there seemed to be some secret on Lin Yun.
The sky was getting darker. The King of Qin looked up at the sky, and then said lightly: "It's getting late. Let's go to the lottery ceremony for the battle between different groups. Fenghua, come and preside over it. Please ask the elders of each sect to come forward to supervise."
Princess Fenghua nodded with a veil. She was not old, but her aura was very strong.
Whether it is the Eighth Prince or the elders of each sect, they will feel great pressure when facing her.
The lottery ceremony of the different groups is very simple.
Except for the people in this group, any person who qualifies in other groups may draw.
Princess Fenghua randomly draws the identity cards of the two. If they are in the same group, they will draw again. Different groups will be opponents who will fight against each other three days later.
When the sealing box was ready, the elders who came to supervise the sects stood behind Princess Fenghua nervously.
The battle between different groups is very critical.
No one wants his opponent who qualifies for the first time to meet the last young master.
In front of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion
The elder who came to supervise was naturally Luo Feng, and his expression was more nervous than others.
The three men from Jiange, Bai Lixuan, Ye Feng and Lin Yun, all qualified.
He made him happy and worried. The three of them qualify for the first time and their results were already very good. What was worried was that Lin Yunyi met the eldest prince Qin Yu in the group battle.
After the elders of each sect have checked and sealed the boxes one after another.
Princess Fenghua started drawing lots. She stretched out her hand and took out two ID cards from the sealing box. After a look, she said: "Three days later, Bai Lixuan of Lingxiao Jiange will fight against Zuo Yun of Hunyuan Sect!"
After the words fell, it caused a lot of sensation.
The battle between the different groups was really exciting. Bai Lixuan and Zuo Yun ranked first and third in the rookie list.
Both of them performed well in this group stage, but they were afraid it would be a tough battle.
"Zuo Yun?"
Among the people in Lingxiao Jian Pavilion, Bai Lixuan raised his eyebrows and looked up.
His eyes happened to be with Zuo Yun who was looking at him, and his smile appeared to be quite calm.
Lin Yun thought to himself that if he met Bai Lixuan, Zuo Yun would probably be a little wrong.
"Young Master Yanxin of Hunyuan Sect, fight against Tang Yuan of Xuantian Sect."
"Hundred Beasts Sect seal the wilderness and fight against Ye Feng, Lingxiao Jiange."
"Shence Camp Yue Qing fights against Liu Yu of Blood Bone Sect."
...
One by one, the battle quotas came from Princess Fenghua’s mouth and echoed around Longmen Square.
Her voice was pleasant and flexible, but it contained a chill, as if there was a cold wind in her ears, making people hear it very clearly.
"Young Master Changji of Qintian Academy fights against Si Xueyi of Demon Moon Villa."
Wow!
Young Master Changji fought against Si Xueyi, and a sensation broke out again in the slightly silent field.
Si Xueyi!
The demon leader who is as famous as the Holy Body Bai Lixuan in the Great Qin Empire, the first opponent in the different group, will actually be Mr. Changji.
In this case, wouldn't you definitely lose?
However, among the people in Moyue Villa, Si Xueyi seemed quite calm. She smiled casually on her somewhat handsome face, as if she didn't care about winning or losing.
There was no such nervous look at the war prince.
"Qin Yu, the young master of Feiyu, against the young master of Guanshan, the war god Ceying!"
But it was not over yet. When Mr. Fenghua's words fell down again, an uproar suddenly arose from the audience.
Young Master vs Young Master!
When two people fight, one person will definitely lose. In this way, there is another one more place in the quarterfinals of the Longmen Competition.
This is really rare. The probability of a young master getting a young master is actually not high.
Luo Feng's nervous expression finally breathed a little relieved, and a smile appeared on his face.
Young Master Feiyu met Young Master Guanshan. The strength of these two people was unquestionable. If Young Master Guanshan could win, it would be better.
"You should be relieved, right?"
Among the people in Lingxiao Jian Pavilion, Ye Feng looked at Lin Yun and sneered and teased.
Lin Yun said lightly: "It has nothing to do with you."
Ye Feng chuckled softly and said, "Senior Brother, please care, why should I be so unkind?"
He was in a good mood. His opponent was Fengye of the Baibeast Sect, a leader of the sect outside the territory of the empire.
If nothing unexpected happens, you will basically make it steadily to the top 16.
"Lingxiao Jian Pavilion..."
At this moment, Princess Fenghua's voice came over, and when it came to the four words "Lingxiao Jiange".
Everyone present in Jiange's faces suddenly became solemn.
Bai Lixuan and Ye Feng have both drawn out their opponents, since they mentioned Lingxiao Jian Pavilion.
The name the princess is going to say is only Lin Yun...