The winner lives, the loser dies, and that's a bit serious.

Pinching his chin with one hand, looking at the puppet on the high platform, the fire qilin secretly pondered.

He was secretly weighing the odds of being able to take out the puppet with all his might.

Since they all had to kill ten opponents to clear the level, he thought that killing this puppet would definitely be more shocking than killing ten cultivators, right?

However, after weighing for a long time and comparing the strengths of the two sides, the Fire Qilin finally gave up this idea.

With his current situation, plus what his girlfriend left behind, it would not be much of a problem to kill the ordinary Enlightenment Realm with all his strength.

The problem is that the puppet in front of him doesn't seem to be comparable to the ordinary Enlightenment Realm.

So...... Have all the puppets been hanging like this all these years?

Just as the Fire Qilin was weighing, in the crowd behind him, there was already a person who stepped forward first.

Passing over the fire qilin, the young man glanced at the fire qilin with disdain, as if he was looking down on him so cowardly.

Stepping onto the platform, the young man glanced at the crowd of more than a hundred people who had gathered below.

"Demon Kui, the peak of the Domination Realm, who dares to fight?"

"I'm here to fight you."

As soon as Mo Kui finished speaking, a big man with a mace jumped on the high platform.

"This brother is ......"

"Why talk nonsense, the dead don't have to leave their names, and the dead don't need to know the names of their opponents."

Mo Kui thought about it, what he said was really a little meaningful, and he nodded at the moment and didn't say more, signaling that the other party could make a move.

Dahan didn't hesitate, the mace in his hand waved, and it disappeared from his hand abruptly, and Dahan's whole person was hit by his right fist with a fast-healing lightning bolt.

"Interesting."

Mo Kui ignored Dahan's punch, and opened the fan in his hand and swung it back.

"Bang."

The sound of gold and iron rang out, but it was the mace that the big man thought had been put away suddenly appeared from the void behind Mo Kui, and collided with the folding fan in Mo Kui's hand.

And from beginning to end, whether the mace was hidden or broken, there was not even the slightest spatial fluctuation coming out, as if what he was using was not a spatial means.

"Drink!"

The blow was blocked, and the big man was not discouraged, he shouted lightly, and the false move turned into a real move and continued to attack the head of the demon kui.

And then......

"Poof~"

In the ring, a third figure appeared, and the big man lowered his head, looking at the transparent hole in his chest in disbelief, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

"Bang!"

The corpse slammed down on the stage, announcing the end of the fight.

And it wasn't until the big man fell to the ground that everyone saw clearly the figure that killed the big man with one blow, it turned out to be ...... It was a dark shadow.

Looking at the young man Mo Kui again, there was no longer his shadow on the ground at this time.

"Dead people, sure enough, don't need to leave a name."

Standing in front of the corpse of the big man, Mo Kui's face was light.

Everyone: "......"

The corpse of the big man who did not leave his name: "......" MMP.

"Next, I don't know which Taoist friend gave the teaching?"

This time, no one despises Mo Kui as much as the big man, everyone looks at me, I look at you, and the masters blame each other, and no one is willing to come to power for a while.

"For those who defend the same realm, there is no challenger on stage within a stick of incense, and randomly erasing a challenger of the same realm is regarded as a victory."

The puppet's voice sounded slowly, making everyone in the audience feel a chill.

After a few more moments, an old man finally stepped into the ring.

"Please advise."

The old man still didn't say much nonsense, and Mo Kwai returned the salute, "Please." ”

The two started a battle, and after three moves, the old man fell to the ground, his voice was cut off, and Mo Kwai won another game.

Since then, six games in a row, Mo Kui has won eight consecutive victories.

Before the ninth game, a stick of incense was about to burn out, but no one came to the stage for a long time.

It wasn't until finally, when the incense burned to the bottom, that a woman stepped into the ring.

There was a trace of regret in Mo Kui's eyes, and the folding fan in the woman's hand was in the woman's puzzled gaze, "It's a pity, I never kill women." ”

The woman glanced at him, her face calm, "You don't have to worry about breaking the rules." ”

Mo Kui's mouth was slurking, but he was not satisfied with the movements in his hands, and he decisively shot at the woman.

When everyone in the audience saw him sneak attack on a beautiful woman, they scolded him for being shameless, but Mo Kui didn't care at all.

Then......

The broken sword was unsheathed, and the demon sunflower intuitively saw a flower in front of him, and he didn't even see the movement clearly, and fell to the ground.

"Ho ho~"

Staring at the woman in disbelief in his eyes, Mo Kui made an unclear voice from his mouth.

The puppet's faint voice sounded, "It is indeed the peak of the master." ”

The brilliance in Mo Kui's eyes dissipated, as if he was dead without regrets, and as if he was not blind to death, it seemed that he couldn't figure it out until he died, he was also the master, why he couldn't even see the opponent's movements clearly.

Mo Kui died, and the corpse dissipated from the ring, but the puppet who had not spoken much glanced at the woman with a little regret in his eyes.

"It's a bit unfair to let you stand on the front and fight."

The puppet stopped talking, as if there should have been a fairer way, but for some reason, he had to face this injustice.

The woman's expression remained calm, calm as a grim reaper in the darkness waiting to strike a fatal blow.

"It's fine."

Somehow, the puppet shook his head again and looked at the audience, "Next." ”

Whether you want to or not, someone has to go up to the ring, and then nine games in a row, the woman won a streak, and while lying down ten corpses at her feet, she was qualified to clear the customs.

"Trialist, you can choose to pass through the Gate of the Heavenly Dimension now, or stay and continue to observe."

Without saying a word, the woman turned and disappeared into a portal.

"Who wants to keep the fight?"

The golem glanced downward, and the fire unicorn withdrew his hand from his chin and jumped into the ring.

"Are there challengers?"

As soon as the puppet's voice fell, the fire qilin directly interjected, "The rules may change?" ”

The puppet looked at him and asked, "How do you want to change?" ”

The fire qilin glanced at the supremes below.

"I'm going to ..... Hit ten. ”

The puppet thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes." ”

After thinking about it, he added, "Ten people come to the stage, and each winner is considered a victory." ”

More than thirty people jumped up, and the puppet frowned slightly, "The first to go on stage stayed, and the others retreated." ”

The fire qilin waved his hand, "No need, let's shoot together, hurry." ”

The puppet opened its mouth and didn't talk nonsense, and more than thirty trialists looked at each other, and they all chose to attack the fire qilin.

However, those that can really attack at the same time are not in six directions, front, back, left, right, and up, down, thirty and ten, and there is actually not much difference.

After all..... If there are too many people attacking at the same time, you will inevitably injure your teammates by mistake.

The fire qilin forbidden method came out one after another, but in just a few breaths, more than a dozen people were killed one after another.

When more than half of the thirty or so people died, the remaining dozen or so people hid on the edge of the stage, but they no longer dared to make any more moves.

"You.... You've already won a dozen people, and if you win, we'll go down. ”

One of the trialists jumped out of the ring as he spoke, but as soon as he left the ring, without a sound, the trialist turned into a puddle of blood mist.

"Trial ring, do you want to go up, you can go down?"

The puppet's emotionless voice sounded, adding a layer of gloom to the remaining dozen or so people in the ring.

The fire qilin glanced at more than a dozen people, and there was no sympathy in his eyes, only coldness.

"That's it, see if you are scared, let's send you on the road directly."

With that, the fire qilin spread out his hands, and the forbidden power from the wind and cloud world that had not been exerted for a long time reappeared.

A violent force erupted from the ring, and even the puppets frowned slightly in the face of this force, and when the energy was exhausted, there was no figure in the ring except for the fire unicorn and the puppet.

"Enter the Gate of Tianwei or stay and watch the battle?"

The fire unicorn chose to stay and watch the battle, and after that, some people defended one after another, and some people challenged, but there were more than 100 people in a row, and the most was only six consecutive wins, and they were cut down.

More than 100 people came to power one after another, and none of them were able to successfully break through.

Seeing this, the fire qilin couldn't help but yawn boredly.

was about to leave through the gate of Tianwei to find his daughter-in-law, but suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had been shaken by something, and his titanium alloy dog ..... Uh, unicorn eyes.

Rubbing his eyes, the fire qilin saw that it was actually a shiny head.

"Amitabha."

The great monk standing not far from the fire unicorn clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha name, and there was pure Buddha light shining around his body.

The monk stepped into the ring with his feet raised and saluted the puppet.

"Amitabha, dare to ask the donor, can the rules be changed?"

The puppet looked at the monk, "How do you want to change it?" ”

The monk looked at the puppet intently, "Poor monk...... Fight you. ”

The puppet shook his head with a smile and looked at the monk, his eyes without any emotion seemed to have a little contempt.

"Yes."

The monk was about to make a move, when the puppet's voice sounded again, "If you are defeated, your soul will be imprisoned in the karmic fire for eternity." ”

The monk stopped and looked at the puppet, "What if you win?"

The puppet shook his head amusedly, "If you can win, here's ..... It's up to you. ”

"Okay."

The monk folded his hands and bowed to the puppet, but without making a move, he sat down cross-legged and said something to the puppet.

"You..... What are you doing? ”

Monk: "Chant the scriptures." ”

Puppet: "Chanting the scriptures? ”

Monk: "Yes. ”

Puppet: "What scripture?" ”

Monk: "The Sutra of Death." ”

Puppet: "The Sutra of the Afterlife?" ”

Monk: "For you." ”

The puppet laughed angrily, "I don't know. ”

The monk looked pious, recited seventy-seven and forty-nine times skillfully in the past life, got up, and looked at the puppet with a compassionate face.

"Donor, go all the way."

While speaking, there was a Buddha light on his body, which filled the audience, and everyone in the audience was immersed in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere under the Buddha light.

Listening to the monk's words, the puppet smiled coldly, "This seat will send you...... Ho~Boom~"

The monk had a compassionate face, did not look at the puppet, and never moved a finger from beginning to end.

Time, as if standing still in this moment, is still..... As if touched by the hand of the greatest mechanical master, the golem shattered to the ground as primitive parts.

Full ...... It's silent, and you can hear the pins dropping.

The power of this monk is terrifying.

"Amitabha," the monk still looked compassionate, "donors, those who are interested can step into the gate of the Heavenly Dimension. ”

With that, the monk turned around, and his figure disappeared above the ring, stepping into the portal behind the ring.

It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared that a voice that kept echoing in the ring sounded, "I am willing to open the door of convenience for all sentient beings, and I am not afraid of falling into hell forever."

Amitabha, poor monk Tang four burials. ”

Everyone: "......"

Fire Kirin: "......"

MMP, the same nine-year compulsory education, why are you so good?

Pretending to be forced, as expected, there is no most pretending, only more pretending.

(Vol. VIII. Final)

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Volume 9, Four Domains:

The world is out of my generation, and the years of entering the rivers and lakes are urging.

In the talk and laughter of the emperor's hegemony, it is better than a drunk in the world.

The sword moves the mountains and rivers of Kyushu to pieces, and the flowers, trees, birds and beasts fly in the pot.

The world is like a tide, people are like water, and I am alone when the prosperity is scattered.

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