86_86030 Peng!

The nether light shone on Wang Hong's body, and a muffled sound came out, and the black light pierced the blood armor that wrapped his body, leaving a black mark on his skin.

In vain, the divine light in Wang Hong's eyes fell on the eyes of the netherworld.

His pupils shrank, his body shook, and his eyes seemed to see a boundless blood-colored ocean, an endless blood-colored sky, and everything was blood-colored.

A blood-colored rune slowly appeared in the dark eyes of the Netherworld, gradually condensing, and finally about to fall.

This is a kind of blood magic, and anyone who falls for this magic will be controlled and become his blood slave, which is really weird and vicious.

However, at this moment, the dark light in the dark eyes flashed, the blood-colored runes were shattered, and a wave of soul dementoring emanation dispersed, Wang Hong's soul was shocked, as if he was about to leave the body, and his complexion suddenly changed, wanting to stabilize his soul.

"It's over!" A black light lit up in the Netherworld's body, and the vast spiritual power emanated, and behind him, a huge death-like phantom suddenly rushed out, the scythe waved, the sharp qi scattered, and the crack in the thickness of the Dao Dao's arm appeared in the Ugin ring.

Due to the instability of the soul, Wang Hong was unable to dodge, and the sickle hit the blood-colored armor stomach, cracks appeared, and the armor only lasted for a moment, and then it was completely shattered, turning into a blood mist and dissipating.

Burst!

Wang Hong was bleeding, his body flew out, rushed out of the ring, and fell to the ground.

The black figure turned into black qi and dissipated, and the face of the underworld turned white again.

"It seems that the final victor has been born!" said the monk, looking at the darkness.

"It's worthy of the Netherworld, and the battle of the Spirit City this time is already clear. "Monk.

"Nether! Nether......" Some young girls with spring looked at Nether, their cheeks slightly reddened and shouted his name from the audience.

"That's not right!"

Elder Liu seemed to sense something, and his gaze locked on the ring, where he felt a strange fluctuation brewing.

"Huh. Wang Hong, who flew out of the ring, was not depressed, not angry, looking at the darkness above the ring, the corners of his mouth showed a smile.

On the ring, Wang Hong's squirting out of a mouthful of blood squirmed undetectably, and it actually condensed the appearance of a bloody arrow, and under the condition of an unsuspecting person in the Netherworld, it flew up violently and rushed towards him.

"Be careful!" a girl couldn't help but remind, and the Netherworld had already detected it when the blood arrow condensed, but when he was about to make a move, the blood arrow had already rushed in.

Yikes!

The sound of the blood arrow piercing into the skin sounded, and the Nether's face turned white again, and his body was shaky, the blood arrow did not pass through his body, but remained in his body, no matter how he used any method, he could not force the blood arrow out.

"Despicable!

Some monks glared at Wang Hong in the audience.

"It's really calculated!" looked at Wang Hong, his voice a little cold.

Ignoring the shouts of the Netherworld and the monks, the blood light in Wang Hong's eyes flashed slightly, and the blood arrow that burrowed into the Netherworld's body also lit up with an extremely faint blood light at this time.

"Netherworld wins!...... next" Elder Liu paused, and his gaze fell on Ling Yun, who was not far from the Netherworld.

"Next, the Netherworld Battle Lingyun will decide the final Spirit City champion!" Elder Liu said.

As soon as the voice fell, Ling Yun opened his eyes, and the golden light flashed in his pupils, and he seemed to have recovered to his peak.

Jumping up, he landed in the second ring, opposite to the pale Netherworld, without a trace of blood, but for some reason, Ling Yun felt a deeply hidden dangerous fluctuation from his body.

When Ling Yun looked at the Netherworld vigilantly, the Netherworld was also looking at Ling Yun.

"Guy who hasn't reached the Qi Sea Realm, you can only say that you are extremely lucky when you come here, but now it's up to me to finish it!" Although Netherworld's face was pale and terrifying, there was only arrogance in his dark pupils.

The pitch-black aura rushed out, forming a black mist mass, enveloping Lingyun, and between the fog rolling, there seemed to be the form of evil ghosts exposed, emitting a hideous hiss, almost tearing people's eardrums.

Ling Yun's face was calm, and wisps of blood and fire surrounded his body, blocking the invasion of the underworld.

"Nine Nether Qi!"

The Netherworld shouted, his hands were sealed, the dark and inky aura was even deeper, and the corrosive power continued to reduce the blood and fire, and in the blink of an eye, the blood and fire were only a thin layer.

Although Ling Yun recovered for a while, he only recovered less than half of his strength, and although Netherworld had fought vicious battles and suffered a lot of injuries, he had a special physique after all, and his cultivation realm also crushed Ling Yun, and the situation was quite bad for Ling Yun.

The blood red was about to dissipate, Ling Yun's eyes were like torches, and his body was tense, like a tight carved bow, ready to attack.

The underworld qi surged, the blood and fire dissipated in vain, suddenly, Ling Yun's tense body began to exert force, and with one step, the Ugin ring cracked, and his body turned into light and shadow and rushed out, and a slightly black aura traveled all over his body, like a spiritual shield protecting him in it, separated from the underworld qi.

Peng!

An extremely fast, powerful punch slammed into Nether's abdomen, knocking him back a few steps, staggering, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, it seems that your strength has recovered a lot, but ......" The dark light flashed in the dark eyes, and with a soft sound, he seemed to have broken through a seal in his body, and his spiritual power was violent, several times stronger than before, and he scattered from his body in all directions, the ring sank, cracks appeared, and the air exploded.

"Late stage of the Qi Sea Realm!"

"Netherworld has actually reached the late stage of the Qi Sea Realm! But how is it possible, it's only been three years!"

"Tianzi Zongheng! Tianzi Zongheng! This person must look down on his peers!"

The monks sensed the aura emanating from the Netherworld's body, and their faces were full of horror, and their faces were full of incredulity.

The people of the same generation as the Netherworld are still struggling towards the Yunling Realm and the Divine Realm, and he is no longer too far away from the Sky Realm.

"The late stage of the Qi Sea Realm. Elder Liu was a little surprised, the Ninety-Nine Spirit City was the last ranked Spirit City in the state capital, and there had been no young monk who had broken through the Qi Sea Realm before the age of fifteen in these years, and now there was a late stage Qi Sea Realm cultivator, which had to surprise him.

Under the ring, Wang Hong closed his eyes and crossed his knees, sat on the ground to resume his cultivation, and when he noticed the spiritual power in the late stage of the Qi Sea Realm, he opened his eyes, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The stronger the strength, the better, this blood slave will definitely be able to provide a lot of qi and blood in the future, and it is extremely wise to turn him into a blood slave this time." ”

Ling Yun's face was solemn, and his whole body was nourished by the aura of the late stage of the Qi Sea Realm, slowly recovering, and the aura in the air surged, rushing towards his abdomen. Obviously, there is an extremely high level of spiritual determination.

You can't wait, you have to shoot as soon as possible!

A golden rune appeared on Ling Yun's forehead, the purgatory true fire, and the Moro blood fire appeared on the left and right hands respectively, and the body rushed out, appearing in front of the netherworld in the blink of an eye.

This time, he used almost all the power he could muster to defeat the Nether.

The black light flashed in the pitch-black muzi, and the dark and cold smile was full of disdain, and the ordinary palm struck, and the dark qi surged, forming a huge aura palm.

Runes flew out, and a sonic boom roared.

Moro burst out with blood and fire, and the void was corroded and blackened.

The true flames of purgatory rushed out, the air distorted, and the temperature skyrocketed.

Three powerful forces slammed into the Netherworld almost at the same moment, colliding with the palms of the Netherworld!

Peng!

The earth-shattering roar sounded, and the palm of the underworld qi was backed by sufficient spiritual energy, and it was like a bamboo.

Rune Shatter!

Moro blood extinguished!

Purgatory is truly extinguished!

Most of the palms of the dark qi were shattered, but under the majestic aura, they recovered in an instant, as if there was a cold wind blowing on the face, and it was very cold.

The crisis of life and death emerged, Ling Yun did not dare to slack off, blood lines appeared, his skin became blood red, all the qi and blood were gathered in his right fist, and a punch burst out, as if it could crack the rocks and collapse the mountain, shattering the sky, collapsing the void, and the power was amazing.

Peng!

The loud sound spread in all directions, and most of the Dark Qi palm shattered under Ling Yun's punch, but under the force of the Dark Palm's shock, his body was knocked away, the bones of his right arm were shattered, the flesh and blood broke apart, and the blood flowed out, staining his robe red.

With a dull thud, Ling Yun's body was knocked to the edge of the ring, and he only had to take another inch back before he fell off the ring.

Spurting out a mouthful of blood and opening his blurred eyes, Ling Yun struggled to stand up, the sharp pain in his right arm irritating his nerves and almost sending him into madness.

"Ant-like, vulnerable!" Netherworld stepped forward slowly, for him, Ling Yun no longer had the slightest threat.

"Daughter, I said that Ling Yun would die at the hands of the Netherworld sooner or later, and now it is as you wish. The Lord of the Hades Mansion looked at Ling Yun with a sluggish expression indifferently, and his gaze shifted slightly, falling on the Blood Ji beside him.

"I knew that my father was the best for me. A smile appeared on the corner of Blood Ji's mouth.

......

"Senior Ling, admit defeat, you can't beat the Netherworld. Some students saw Lingyun walking towards Lingyun with a murderous eye, and immediately shouted loudly.

However, Ling Yun ignored this, stabilized his somewhat swaying body, raised his head, and the golden light in his eyes flashed.

Netherworld looked at Ling Yun with interest, he was not afraid that Ling Yun would admit defeat, nor was he afraid that Ling Yun would rush out of the ring, because he was confident in his own strength, and once Ling Yun made any changes, he would immediately kill him.

He wanted to see his opponent look at him in fear, and begged him for mercy in fear.

Ling Yun's face was calm, he didn't mean to admit defeat, the wound on his right arm had already been scarred, but the bone of his right arm was shattered, and it was impossible to recover so quickly.

"Lingyun hurry up and admit defeat. ”

Offstage, Ning Zixuan looked at Ling Yunning's unbending back, as if thinking of the scene in front of Ling Yun standing in front of him on the island.

The aura turned, Ling Yun turned around and barely caught a glimpse of Ning Zixuan's figure, faint purple clothes, slightly tufted brows but with a quiet temperament, eyes like water, full of worry. It's still the same as before.

Will turn her head, Ling Yun no longer looks at her, nor at the shadow that is walking step by step, squinting slightly, her body and mind are ethereal.

"What is he doing, admitting defeat?"

"How do I feel like it?"

......

The monks talked a lot, but they couldn't figure out what Ling Yun was doing.

"Are you powerless to face me?" a wicked smile appeared at the corner of Nether's mouth, and the pace of progress quickened a little.

In the living room, You Tian looked at Lingyun's figure, there was pride, disappointment, and decadence in his old face, and all the emotions seemed to be seen on his face, "If the Netherworld really wants to kill Lingyun......

Stompe!

The Netherworld's footsteps stepped on the Ugin ring, making a dull sound, like the footsteps of the coming death, stepping on the hearts of people, making people feel that their hearts were almost broken.

It was getting closer, and Ling Yun still had his eyes closed.

One breath

Two breaths

......

Stepping on, as this foot fell, Netherworld walked in front of Ling Yun, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his pupils were indifferent and ruthless, as if looking at a dead person.

A punch was struck, the dark air swirled on the fist, the air was faintly distorted, and the spiritual power of the mountain pressed on Ling Yun's body, the power was incomparable, obviously to kill Ling Yun in one fell swoop.

In vain, just as Youtian was about to break the rules of the ranked battle to save Ling Yun, a mutation occurred.

I saw that the moment the pitch-black dark qi wrapped in the right fist was struck, Ling Yun opened his eyes, the golden light flashed, like two bright lights, and a golden soul handprint emitted light from the depths of the pupil, constantly shrinking, as if there was life, and one of the punches froze, as if he couldn't move.

Three Thousand Soul Mudras!

In the past, his strength was too weak, but now, with his Mahayana talisman master's soul realm, he has been able to condense the first soul handprint.

The handprint emitted a thousand golden rays in the depths of his pupils, like a round of golden sun, and in the darkness, wisps of invisible power rushed into his body, making him feel like he was one with heaven and man, as if he wanted to merge with heaven and earth.

"What a powerful force!" Elder Liu frowned, the power that Ling Yun had absorbed made him a little great.

After wisps of unknown power entered Ling Yun's body, they frantically gathered around the golden pupils and the golden runes.

Suddenly, a wave of destruction rushed out from Ling Yun's pupils, Ling's dark complexion changed slightly, the dark air swirled, and he exerted force violently, his right arm shook, and he rushed forward again, only less than an inch away from Ling Yun's face, and the cold air like a knife hit his face, like a sharp knife stabbing Ling Yun's cheek.

"Three Thousand Soul Mudra!"

Ling Yun snorted, and the handprint emitting a thousand golden light in his pupils was even more huge, and at this moment, he rushed out, turning into a golden light, and the supreme coercion was permeated, and the wisps of gold that emitted almost wanted to pierce the void.

The face of the Netherworld changed greatly, and under the pressure of the golden light, his Netherworld soul trembled, and the golden light seemed to be able to destroy his soul. However, by the time he was about to retreat, the golden light had already arrived.

Click!

With a soft sound, the Dark Fist was almost shattered under the impact of the golden light, like a lotus root, and the golden light rushed forward again, about to shatter his heart.

Bokeh!

Netherworld's chest squirmed, instantly becoming blurred, like a shadow, and the golden light also struck at this time.

Netherworld's expression was hideous, and the killing intent in his eyes was extremely strong, and he rushed forward violently, wanting to kill Ling Yun.

Yikes!

At this moment, a soft sound came from his chest, and the golden light that was supposed to pass through the void chest pierced the void at some point and hit him on the chest.

The flesh and blood on his chest were blurred, and the Netherworld body couldn't stop retreating, blood staining his black robe.

When his body reached the edge of the ring, he was about to rush out of the ring, but at this moment, the golden light dissipated, and he stood on the edge of the ring.

The dark eyes were full of murderous intent, looking at Ling Yun, who was also standing on the edge of the ring, his body was swirling, covering the chest where he could almost see the heart, and the flesh and blood wriggled and condensed the blood scar, stopping the blood flowing in the chest