When Magodo saw the number "twelve" in his hand representing the life and death arena, he looked back at a huge spider of a completely beast-shaped shape that had been selected as his opponent. His strong body as steel as the body, the killing eyes that could not be controlled by the compound eyes flashed.

Liu Shoucai didn't know how Shinwohu had the courage to face such a guy.

Even if this is just an old monster who seems to be insignificant to Liu Shoucai and others, it is still an unattainable and unattainable opponent for a mortal native!

This old demon-level spider was like killing countless people. His sharp jaws made a sound, and there was no doubt that the huge biting force could easily bite off any bone in Magodo's body.

Even Liu Shoucai could only comfort him: "You won't die..."

And Jiukong said directly: "Matsume, give up. By fate, if you fight such an opponent, you will not have a chance to win."

Even Jue Rong felt that Magodo could not win, and said, "I can let a child fight with you, but he is not the opponent of that guy."

The implication is that the hexagonal dragon horse beast can escape with Shingo.

But beyond everyone's expectations, Magodo actually refused. He raised his chest and said to Liu Shoucai and others: "This is a battle? No, this is the last chance for me, the only chance! I know I will fall on this road, but I really don't mind this! I want to walk out of this road, even if I just go to the center of the world, it is a world my tribe has never reached!

Thank you, your greats, for letting me see the power and the world in the tribe. This mountain that can be seen as a god created, handsome and great! These are scenery I have never seen before, and I have seen how terrible it is in the borderland. I can touch the sky with almost tentacles. All of this has extraordinary significance to me!

Although I regret not being able to complete this path, I have come here and proved that this path is feasible. I am just a pioneer. I believe that in the future, there will be more and more Shigou people in my tribe and other tribes, and maybe someone can go to the next level you mentioned.

But for us, that is another world! In a brand new world!

So, please let the fight! Even if it is death, it is my destiny!"

The voice of Magodo comes from the soul and has an extremely strong will.

"Then be careful..." Liu Shoucai smiled, then pulled out a dagger. This dagger was brought to him by a pig. It was a standard dagger in the army in the Netherworld Ghost Realm. It was very terrifying and specifically hurt the soul.

"Hold it. If you die, this dagger will be the last gift of life with you. If you win, this dagger will be your strongest comrade-in-arms, and it will still be yours!" Liu Shoucai told Makoto this way, and there was really nothing else that could be given to him.

Magodo looked at the dagger handed over by Liu Shoucai. To be honest, he had been envious for a long time.

This dagger with green flames was the treasure he had always dreamed of.

Now I can finally get it, and a hint of excitement flashed in my firm eyes.

Liu Shoucai sent out a dagger, and Yu Rong arranged for his descendants to follow the battle. Jiukong thought for a moment, looked at Liu Shoucai with an inquiring look in his eyes.

At this stage, after nearly half a year of cooperation, the cooperation between Liu Shoucai, Jiukong and Ling Muzi can be said to be very round.

After seeing the gaze that seemed to be solicited, Liu Shoucai nodded slightly. He was really not optimistic about this battle, and the previous help was not a real improvement. The person who could really help Shimu's house was nothing but Jiukong.

Because Jiukong has real spiritual blood on his body, it is extremely purity!

"Perhaps, what they gave you is the most correct, but what I gave you is the fatal one. But I hope you don't refuse. As a companion, I don't want to see you fall under the claws of others. Even if your death is caused by my own hands in the end, it's better than being killed by others." This is what Kyukawa said to Shingodo.

Then, Jiukong pierced his finger and dripped a drop of blood: "Pure spiritual blood can improve the essence of your bloodline. If you are lucky enough, then you can use this drop of blood to fully exert the spiritual part of your bloodline in a short period of time. As for whether you can resist or even kill your opponent, I really don't have confidence!

But it's better than using the body of a mortal native to fight an old demon."

The drop of blood was dripped by Jiukong in a small bag of "Holy Tree Essence" and handed to Shingoho.

If Magodo drinks the "Holy Tree Essence" in this small bag, life and death can only depend on the will of heaven. However, one thing is destined. Even if you beat the big spider after drinking, Magodo will not have much life left, and a few months may only be weeks, or even days.

If you are seriously injured, it may only be a few hours.

"I believe you won't die!" This is the last sentence left by Jiukong.

Ling Muzi looked at all this quietly and said nothing.

For Shimohu, this is no longer a matter of death or immortality. For him, it is the concept of life and the most worth pursuing with life.

In front of me, this furry guy with eight legs is a stumbling block to the road. The green flame dagger in Magodo's hand wants to pry this stone that blocks the road, and use his courage to strive for it, pursue it, and fight!

Even if it's dead!

I don’t want to retreat anymore, I don’t want to live in this broken world, I only hear countless legends about the outside world, the fragrance of green grass, the blue sky, the blue ocean, and yes, the rainbow!

It's all legendary things. People in the fire world inherit from generation to generation about the beauty and mystery of the outside world. For them, it's just a legend. Even though you know that the outside world will appear every ten thousand years, you know that you will know how beautiful the outside world is from their description, but no one wants to go out.

No……

Perhaps in the world unity war ten thousand years ago, countless tribes thought they could go out? Unfortunately, they failed. Even the outsiders, such powerful creatures, dared not target those powerful Holy City messengers.

These messengers of gods never pay attention to the humans who barely live in this world, and even do not allow the creatures in these tribes to believe in gods. Magoho has learned some facts and knows that gods exist in this world at all, but gods never accept faith. The things passed down are just to worship trees.

I have followed the Outsider for so long, and watched them destroy the ancient trees of life one by one, without caring about it, and even showed hostility. Listening to their description, it turned out that these Outsider would eventually become a god.

Gods are not born!

At the beginning, Magodo was really shocked and even frightened.

It turns out that besides the mysterious mask, the gods are also creatures like themselves, with flesh and blood, but they are too powerful, so powerful that ordinary creatures look up to.

Zhenwuhu doesn’t understand any Tao or Dharma, nor does he understand the concepts of time and space, nor does he know that humans, spiritual races, and ghost races are called the three major living systems in this world.

He had never even drunk pure water or breathed pure air. He was just like countless mixed-race humans who had already despaired here. He had more courage. He met the right person at the right time and stepped on the right path, but encountered a completely unfair and incorrect battle at the wrong place.

Perhaps failure is doomed, but failure is not here and will be in the near future.

In his short life, Magodo has worked hard and struggled for his ideals, and finally failed and died.

Liu Shoucai turned his head slightly. What such an ordinary mortal is only the simplest thing in their lives.

But that's it. Even Ling Muzi is as powerful as he cannot satisfy such a mortal ideal. He just wants to see the outside world, experience the fragrance of the blue sky, white clouds, and soil, and hear the cicadas and birds singing.

Is it difficult? Is it really difficult?

Maybe...

Ling Muzi sighed, yes, no one is optimistic about Shinwohu.

"Gudonggudong..."

Magodo smiled slightly and drank the small bag of "Holy Tree Essence" with a drop of real pure blood from the spiritual race. This blood seemed to have infinite power, and was decomposed and integrated into Magodo's body with the decomposition and integration of "Holy Tree Essence".

This drop of blood seemed to open a flash of doors to the world of power.

The blood was accompanied by a rumbling roar.

The next time, Magodo's entire body grew a huge circle, the ligated muscles bulged, and the skin was shining with black light.

"This bloodline is very special!" Jiukong is not a human being, he lacks a human delicacy. He sees the changes in Magodo, but he involuntarily says it.

After sweeping away the melancholy in his heart, Liu Shoucai and Ling Muzi also observed this and nodded at the same time.

Such a person does not need to be sad for him, but should bless him.

In order to realize your wish, it is not a sad thing to fall on the way.

His heart should be filled with tranquility and happiness.

"Go! You won't die!" Liu Shoucai shouted, this is a blessing and hope.

"ah!!"

Shingodo roared, his body had risen to about three meters, and he could be regarded as a giant.

The opponent is a spider I have never seen before. This old demon did not enter this time, but was obviously a legacy of the last time.

It was crazy, with crazy eyes flashing in its compound eyes.

The eight legs pressed down at the same time, and then rushed towards Magodo.

No matter how powerful the Magoha is, he is just an ordinary mixed-blood human. Even if a drop of spiritual blood activates the power in his bloodline, it still cannot...

Just an ordinary impact, Magodo flew backwards and started coughing up blood when he landed.

"No?" Liu Shoucai whispered.

The gap in power cannot be short-termly compensated by external forces, unless the blood of God is drunk by the blood of God.

"..." Perhaps, Ling Muzi just looked at it calmly. She had seen life and death too much. It was just a short pity that Ling Muzi returned to her original normal mentality.

There is no way, who can make this gap impossible to make up for by external forces?

"It would be great if Qi Shen Dao was here, but unfortunately I didn't bring it in when I came." Liu Shoucai said with some depression. In fact, what Liu Shoucai didn't know was that Qi Shen Dao had already wandered a lot outside the area where the altar was.

"Get up! Stand up!" someone shouted, but that was not any of Liu Shoucai and other people.

"Get up, human!" The spider on the opposite side also said loudly, but his tone was full of tyranny and hostility. It wanted to kill Magoho cruelly, but it did not want to end this human so soon.

What was even more excessive was the controller of the flame, and he also spoke: "Human, get up! If you can kill it, I can make an exception to send you to the next level!"

Shingodo wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, coughed out something that was blocked in his chest, and stood up again.

"ah!!"

He shouted again, as if there was still power lurking in his body, tearing away the disguise as he roared.

"I can definitely kill you!" Magodo pounced on him again, determined to die!

"No..." Jiukong shook his head and whispered. The gap in strength was too big. Even if a drop of spiritual blood squeezed out all the potential of Magoho, it was just a drop in the bucket. Magoho had indeed improved his strength and almost had the combat power of the old demon.

But the opponent is an old monster who has lived for no reason, and he is a peak old monster. As long as the conditions are sufficient, he can be inferior to the spirit level at any time.

The gap in levels makes it impossible for Mago to challenge at all.

With the limitations of innate conditions, an old monster who maintains the beast-shaped shape is the most powerful.

And what about my family?

It is just a product catalysis based on the blood of the Spirit, and it is a guy similar to cannon fodder.
To be continued...