"Uhh......h

Murong Jiu raised his head to the sky and roared wildly, and a strong ghost howling sound wave circled the ring and quickly radiated to the entire central square. His long gray-white hair was flying, his eyes were red, and he was holding a black wooden stick in his right hand, and with a fearless attitude, he rushed to the super strong Long Lu in the ring.

There was a heroic roar of ghosts looking up to the sky, and under the radiation of that circle of sound waves, countless low-strength spirit creatures actually felt their blood rushing at the same time, and their hearts and souls suddenly filled with infinite pride.

Ouyang Batian and black and white impermanence, the eyes of the three super strong flashed with appreciation - "The super strong man is blocking the way, and I will also swing the stick forward", a lion king overlord who roars in the jungle.

"Long Lu, are you trying to break the rules of the Lion King Competition?" Zi Qing stood beside Murong Jiu, he stared coldly at Long Lu on the opposite side, and when he stepped forward, he actually shattered the entire ring into a spider web-like Dao crack.

Murong Jiu's soul body almost scattered Long Wen's soul, such an achievement made Ziqing's heart feel comfortable; and the senseless posture of Murong Jiu, who had cut off one of his arms, also made him quite complacent; looking at the entire spirit world, how many young people dared to be so wild?

"You ......"

Long Kui's face was full of hideousness, and the weak soul in her arms, she realized that although Long Wen's life was unharmed, her soul was hit hard, and the three souls and seven spirits were wiped out by life and death, and the second one was incomplete, Long Wen had no chance of the God King Realm for the rest of her life, and it might even cause mental stupidity and madness!

"Two seniors, the Lion King Championship is not over, but please calm your anger. Secretly wiped a cold sweat. Like a groundhog, the spokesperson of the Lion King Race suddenly got between Ziqing and Long Kui, and he said with a smirk and pleading.

"Hmph!" glancing at Ziqing and Murong Jiu viciously, Long Kui retreated from the ring with the unconscious Long Wen.

Since then, the Lion King Championship has ended with Long Wen defeating.

A quasi-god king fought bloodily and finally came to an end, this is not because their strength is too poor, but the cultivation world is too cruel, and he is promoted to a quasi-god king at the age of two hundred, how can such a young talent not be the dragon and phoenix among that person?

But the competitive Lion King race. Strong meet. If you can't be strong when you are strong, you can only have a sad exit. This is not the only wordless cruel rule of the Lion King Race, but the entire world and the entire era. The law of the whole heaven and earth: natural selection. Fittest. Only the strong survive.

"The Lion King Tournament's Overlord Lion King - Murong Jiu ......" The Lion King Race competed for the final Lion King, and it was time to end, and the spokesperson of the Lion King Race once again announced the protagonist of the Lion King Competition.

"Such Western creatures. How can you be the overlord of the Lion King of the Spirit Realm?"

The sky does not fulfill people's wishes, and the lion king competition under the thunderclouds and covering the sky and the sun has been unsettled and rising again and again...... After the spokesperson of the Lion King Tournament announced the Lion King winner, an untimely cry spread throughout the central square, and a young man flew quickly into the ring, staring at Murong Jiu with an unkind face.

"Who is this warlock, who is dissatisfied with the Lion King Tournament?"

The spokesman of the Lion King Race was interrupted for the second time, although he was annoyed, but he did not show it, based on the example of his acquaintance with Murong Jiu Ziqing, he didn't know if the young man in front of him was also familiar with another super powerhouse, after all, there were many capable people in the vast spiritual realm, and no one dared to guarantee that he would not hide in the shallow bay.

"I am a Chinese warlock in the spirit world, this time I spoke out to obstruct my predecessors, I want to expose the ugly face of the person in front of me for the Lion King Competition, Murong Jiu can't be the Lion King Overlord, he is a Western cultivator!" The young man glared at Murong Jiu, and the loud sound rang into the ears of all the spectators.

Murong Jiu is a Western cultivator?!

Thundered...... Hundreds of thousands of cultivators began to be agitated, and 10,000 years ago, Western creatures invaded the Huaxia Cultivation Realm, causing great disorder in the Huaxia Realm, and many people were wiped out...... In this regard, the cultivators in the spirit realm have always hated Western creatures.

A cruel smile appeared on her cold cheeks, an ugly Western creature, even the Lion King Overlord will die after all!

Black and white impermanence and Ouyang Batian's heart was shocked, such a lion king's domineering young man, he would be that Western creature?

Compared to the suspicion and regret of others, Ziqing's evil eyes were full of murderous color, what a vicious desire to add to the crime!

Ziqing had a relationship with Murong Jiu, he absolutely believed that Murong Jiu's background was innocent, even if he didn't know Murong Jiu's past experience, but he would not doubt the magic pen Ma Liang's care for Murong Jiu, so he determined that what the young man said was not true!

Spectator Moonlight Bodhisattva, her beautiful face was pale, if the facts could not be clarified, Murong Jiu would definitely become the target of everyone's attention and perish here!

"How can you decide that Murong Jiu is not my Huaxia lineage?"

The spokesman of the Lion King Race glanced at Murong Jiu, and there was already a point of affirmation in his eyes, after all, if there was no real evidence, no one would make a foolish act of speculation at such a moment, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Suspect that I'm not a Chinese Murong Jiu......?

Murong Jiu turned his head and glanced at the attitude of the many cultivators towards him, it was a distrust that implied hatred!

Thinking about the deep memory of his homeland in the Western world at that time, and the heartache of witnessing Qiankun Jiuding being tainted by demons...... He looked up at the sky and burst into laughter with deep sadness. Raising land, he stared at the young man with his eyes, and spat out coldly: "Your name is Long Zifeng?"

Long Zifeng didn't want to grow extraneous branches, his purpose was to confirm that Murong Jiu was a Western creature, so that he would use thunder and anger in a high-sounding manner. He glanced at Murong Jiu with resentment and disgust, then turned to the spokesperson of the Lion King Race and said, "Seniors, juniors have their own evidence to prove that Murong Jiu is not of my race. ”

A fist-sized purple crystal, after being triggered by Long Zifeng with the power of the God King, a scene was projected into the void: Murong Jiu, who had blood-colored wings on his back and was full of white hair, he flew quickly from the vast West Sea towards the Spirit Realm, and suddenly the sea water broke. Nine young children came out of the sea riding nine waterfowl......

The image recorded in the purple crystal is the picture of Murong Jiu crossing the sea from the Western Realm and returning, but there are no other companions, only Murong Jiu, Shenzhou Nine Naughty Boys, and nine strange water birds that have been indiscriminately transformed by Qiankun Jiuding. Obviously, this memory image has been deliberately processed.

It was such a short period of time, but it pushed Murong Jiu to the edge of the cliff, the nine naughty boys of Shenzhou had colorful butterfly wings on their backs, demonic horns growing on their foreheads, and they all exuded a strong demonic aura, and even nine strange birds were transformed in a chaotic manner. Like an eagle but not an eagle. Murong Jiu got along well with such a combination, which was very reminiscent of nondescript, and with Long Zifeng's preconceived ideological guidance on the sin he wanted to add, he was suspicious of many cultivators with an unfamiliar face.

"Murong Jiu is with the Western Demon. He must be a Western creature!"

"I've heard that there are winged people in the West. Murong Jiu must be a Western birdman!"

"Kill him, kill Murong Jiu, the Western Birdman......"

Sometimes there is chaos. All it takes is an introduction.

A thousand miles of embankment bursting begins in the anthill...... The wild image of the overlord of the Murong Nine Lion Kings was overturned in an instant, and the cries of the spectators to denounce it rose higher and higher. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people were indignant. The sound was rolling, and the entire central square was in a trembling tremble.

It's not that Murong Jiu's gray-black cheeks are too annoying, but that Long Zifeng is too treacherous, and he forcibly pushed Murong Jiu to the forefront with the psychology of everyone hating Western creatures.

Murong Jiu's gray-black face was even more dark blue, and he was already at a loss for words in such a situation that the group of cultivators had arisen. The super powerhouse Ziqing's face became more and more solemn, although he had the heart to protect Murong Jiu, but in the face of the anger of more than 100,000 people, he was powerless;

Suddenly, a milky white holy light scattered from the middle of the group cultivators in anger, and the handsome and peerless Moonlight Bodhisattva rose into the air in a bright white moonlight, her face was soft, and her body exuded an otherworldly and compelling temperament like a fairy of the Nine Heavens, making it difficult for people to have a blasphemous heart.

"The moonlight of the Buddhist Liuli World Realm confirms that Murong Jiu is my Chinese Warlock. The Moonlight Bodhisattva unexpectedly stepped into the ring, causing more and more voices to denounce it.

The elegant moonlight bodhisattva with a moon-white face, and the fierce zombie body Murong Jiu all around them, the two of them stood together, and immediately formed a sharp contrast, one is a holy bodhisattva, the other is an evil zombie, such a contrast makes it difficult for people to adapt for a while.

Murong Jiu looked at the Moonlight Bodhisattva beside him, his heart beat slightly, in the severe crisis he was in, a friend came to relieve the siege against huge resistance, this affection moved him. However, Murong Jiu also understood more that the Moonlight Bodhisattva should not be in danger alone, Long Zifeng tried his best to trap himself in a desperate situation, he would inevitably have many hidden tricks, and his ultimate goal was to get rid of himself and hurry up.

How could the Moonlight Bodhisattva not understand the current situation? The time she spent with Murong Jiu was not too short, she admired his chivalrous courage, and of course, there were some unspeakable secrets that could not be parted, so for the sake of her old friend, she resolutely stood up.

"Moonlight, daylight?" Wutai Mountain's super powerhouse, Venerable Force, looked at the Moonlight Bodhisattva and Murong Jiu in the ring, and his face showed surprise.

What a strange woman with responsibility!

Ouyang Batian and Black and White Impermanence looked at the Moonlight Bodhisattva, and they were speechless in appreciation. They knew that in the current situation, what was needed to stand up was great courage, and to defend Murong Jiu, they put themselves in a situation against the wind, and if they were not careful, they would even be affected and killed!

"Moonlight Bodhisattva of the Liuli World Realm, what evidence do you have to confirm Murong Jiu?"

Long Zifeng glanced at the Moonlight Bodhisattva, his expression did not change much, obviously he had already predicted such a situation, he squinted his eyes slightly and felt the holy breath of the Moonlight Bodhisattva, and then he changed his words, and did not give the Moonlight Bodhisattva a chance to defend at all, and said loudly: "According to ancient legends, there are holy angels and evil fallen angels living in the Western world, if my expectations are correct, Murong Jiu is the Western Fallen Angel who has undergone demonic mutation!"

Murong Jiu is a demonically mutated Western Fallen Angel?

Long Zifeng's guiding thinking was once again revealed, and many spectators who thought they were smart agreed with it, and many people speculated that since Murong Jiu had undergone a demonic mutation, and his fallen angel's inky black wings had turned crimson, was the Moonlight Bodhisattva in the Glazed World Realm now a mutated Western Holy Angel, thus shedding her white wings?

"Kill the fallen angels of the West! Kill Murong Jiu......"

"Avenge the martyrs of our predecessors 10,000 years ago......"

The call for condemnation rose again, Murong Jiu was a Western creature, and he was too sensitive in the spirit world, and many angry cultivators would rather kill him by mistake than let it go.

Moonlight Bodhisattva's face turned pale in an instant, and in the center of the condemnation of more than 100,000 people, she was like being in the whirlpool of a hurricane, and the waves of energy hit her body and wanted to tear the flesh and skin of the human body.

"Avenge the heroic martyrs of your predecessors!" Kill the fallen angel Murong Jiu......"

As if he was really affected by the spectators, Long Zifeng's eyes shot monstrous resentment, and a wave of surging God King energy rolled down Murong Jiu and Moonlight Bodhisattva like a violent wind.

The crime of adding to Murong Jiu's desire has been well laid, and in the anger of more than 100,000 people, even Ziqing does not dare to speak disobediently. Long Zifeng's painful killer may be too hasty in the eyes of some people, but based on his hatred of Western creatures, his angry killing is understandable.

The red pupils burst with the light of death, and Murong Jiu immediately took a step forward and appeared in front of the Moonlight Bodhisattva, the death energy in his whole body rushed forward, and he mustered all his strength to fight against this god king's strength.

Rumble...... Like a mountain crashing into him, Murong Jiu's body shook violently, his whole soul trembled, and the bones of his whole body had broken and broken. Despite the tremendous pressure covering his entire body, his eyes still shone with a death light like a snake's letter—unyielding and undefeated.

Bang, bang, bang! There was a fierce killing attack hidden in the surging momentum, and one after another the power of the God King bombarded Murong Jiu's body one after another, shattering all his internal organs and breaking all his veins, and his hundred bones also shattered one after another as if breaking ice;

This is the gap between the quasi-god king and the god king, failing to cross that heavenly barrier, the difference in strength between Murong Jiu and Long Zifeng is no less than the difference between heaven and earth. (To be continued......)