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Four hundred and thirtieth chapters draw lots(1/2)

Chapter 436

Boom!

The yellow light was bright and dazzling. When all the eight yellow lights like golden light bloomed, a shadow appeared behind Lin Yun.

The phantom was ten chapters long, winding up, and its figure was hazy and blurry.

A shuddering aura filled the air from this phantom, making tens of thousands of people present feel stunned at the same time.

"Martial spirit!"

"Lin Yun has sacrificed his martial spirit. Is this a desperate counterattack?"

After seeing Lin Yun sacrifice his martial spirit, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became boiling. In the desperate situation, countless people were looking forward to whether he could create a miracle.

When the ferocious and terrifying demon soul was about to fall completely and swallow Lin Yun completely, the shadow behind Lin Yun gradually became clearer bit by bit.

It has a human face and a dragon body, two winding dragon horns in front of its forehead, the dragon's beard is snow-white and lush, the body is like a dragon, red as blood, and the whole body is filled with an ancient and vicissitudes of life, strange and evil,

"What kind of martial spirit is this?"

Many people had extremely surprised looks in their eyes. They could tell that this martial spirit had a great background, but they couldn't name it.

"Candle Dragon!"

At the VIP table, Wen Yanbo's face suddenly darkened, and he looked extremely shocked.

The body was shaking slightly because of the shock.

In ancient times, the god of Zhongshan Mountain was named Zhulong. He saw it as day, looked down as night, blew as dragon, and shouted as summer. He didn't drink, didn't eat, and never rested. He had a human face and a dragon body. This was an ancient evil spirit.

Bang!

When Zhulong was completely clear, he glanced at it. Under his gaze, the arrogant blood prison demon soul suddenly paused in his movements and began to tremble.

Done!

Lin Yun's lips curled up into a smile, with a confident look on his face.

If the main body of the opponent's martial spirit was that demonic spear, there would be nothing he could do, but if the main body was this bloody hell demonic soul.

But no matter how ferocious it is, can it be as ferocious as the ancient evil spirit?

"Damn, what's going on?"

Wu Mohan's eyes showed a look of horror. This was the first time he encountered such a situation.

His blood prison demon soul was so frightened that it started to tremble after the opponent sacrificed his martial soul.

It's incredible.

The reason why his martial spirit can break through the Zi Mansion without breaking through is because after killing the opponent, he can swallow the opponent's martial spirit to strengthen himself.

It has always been said that God will kill God if he stands in his way, and Buddha will be killed if he stands in the way of Buddha.

Today I was so frightened that I didn't dare to move. I was so anxious that I quickly said: "Come back!"

Can you come back?

impossible!

When the ancient evil soul exuding an ancient aura cast its eyes on the Blood Hell Demonic Soul, a blazing light suddenly bloomed in its eyes.

His whole body was shaking with excitement.

It rushed up wildly, catching up with the Blood Hell Demon Soul like lightning, and opened its mouth to suck in.

boom!

A majestic suction force, with unrivaled force, swallowed up all the blood prison demon souls in one stroke.

The eighth platform, which was originally dark due to the shadow of the demon soul, suddenly became brighter.

Phew!

Wu Mohan vomited blood on the spot, his face turned pale, and cracks appeared on the Blood Hell Demonic Gun in his hand.

Such a strange scene immediately shocked 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!"

Really unable to accept this scene, Wu Mohan looked like he was crazy, his facial features were distorted and he rushed towards Lin Yun.

"court death."

Lin Yun snorted coldly, raised his hand, and punched the man's Blood Hell Demonic Spear.

Click!

The Blood Hell Demonic Gun, which already had cracks, was broken on the spot, causing Wu Mohan to spit out blood on the spot.

"Go away!"

This man was already dead, but Lin Yun didn't kill him all, but slapped him away with a palm of his hand.

As for the Zhulong martial soul, after swallowing the Blood Hell demon soul, it turned into a rainbow light and escaped into its body.

"Lin Yun wins."

The referee on the stage took a deep look at Lin Yun and said nothing.

The winner advances and the loser is eliminated.

At this point, all the qualifying spots for the first round of the Dragon Gate competition have appeared.

As many people guessed, the favorites before the game almost all qualified successfully.

It is different from what many people guessed.

The battle between the eighth group without Young Master was far more intense than the other seven groups. Especially the battles between Lin Yun and Tong Yuan and Wu Mohan were exciting to watch.

In the minds of many people, if they were placed in other groups, these two people would be fully qualified to compete for qualifying spots.

Especially Wu Mohan.

No one expected that such a number one figure would be hidden in Taichung in the eighth round. He had previously used disastrous victories to disguise his own strength. If he had not met Lin Yun, no one else in the eight groups would have been able to stop him from qualifying.

Finally, there is Lin Yun!

Before the game, this boy, who would never appear in the eyes of most people, made his debut with much attention. In the first battle, he killed Luo Yuhang with one sword and removed him from the rookie list.

After that, he won consecutively and swept his opponents.

Immediately afterwards, he defeated the master of Xuantian Sect, Tong Yuan, with Dragon Tiger Fist, and then fought against Wu Mohan, which fully demonstrated his profound knowledge.

Even without using his sword, relying on his sword intent and majestic true energy, he was able to fight Wu Mohan to a head-to-head match.

The half-step Zi Mansion leader was forced to reveal two trump cards that were enough to kill him.

At the VIP table, many masters of the sect's master level all laid their eyes on Lin Yun.

It seemed that he wanted to see Lin Yun clearly.

This young man's strength not only exceeded the expectations of the ordinary warriors in the audience, but also made their young master miss him.

I originally thought that with his cultivation at the ninth level of Xuanwu, he would never be able to go very far.

Unexpectedly, I was able to qualify strongly.

What is even more surprising is that his Zhulong Martial Spirit actually swallowed the Blood Hell Demonic Soul directly in the end.

If it can swallow evil spirits, can it swallow other martial spirits?

If possible...

When many people think of this, they feel inexplicably frightened. If this is really the case, it would be too scary.

"What is the origin of this sword slave?"

Next to the Purple Green Throne, the eldest prince Qin Yu's face was gloomy. He noticed that Lin Yun seemed to have some secrets.

The sky was getting dark. King Qin raised his head and glanced at the sky, and then said calmly: "It's already getting late, so let's start the lottery ceremony for different groups of battles now. Fenghua, you will preside over it, and ask the elders of each sect to come forward and supervise."

Princess Fenghua nodded with her veil on. She was not very old, but her aura was very powerful.

Whether it is the Eighth Young Master or the elders of various sects, they will feel great pressure when facing her.

The drawing ceremony for different groups is very simple.

In addition to the people in this group, anyone from other groups who qualify may be drawn.

Princess Fenghua randomly draws the identity cards of the two people. If they are in the same group, they will be drawn again. If they are in different groups, they will be the opponents of different groups three days later.

When the sealing was ready, the elders from each sect who came to supervise stood nervously behind Princess Fenghua.

Battles between different groups are very important.

No one hopes that their qualified opponents will encounter the previous generation's son in the first battle.

In front of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion
To be continued...
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