Chapter 217 The Blood Phoenix Devours the Body
The night passed quietly. Lin Zhao and Yun Zhong did not choose to go to any Shenhun Inn, but rested on the spot.
For no other reason, after Lin Zhao asked about the price of the Shenhun Inn here, he determined that the money he earned would also be used as expenses, so Lin Zhao chose to spend the night at the resting place.
Her spirit that she would rather suffer for herself than money made Yun Zhong couldn't help but ask: "Have you lived in poverty since you were a child? I can't see that you are that poor."
Lin Zhao sensed the power in his body and knew that Yun Zhong who asked this question must have withdrawn from his body, so he no longer felt the tension he had before.
She lay on the seat and half-squinted her eyes: "We should spend money and save money. Although money is not saved, I can't spend money just anywhere. In our state of mind, the hotel will not let us It’s comfortable and can’t bring any other benefits, so why go there?”
Yun Zhong: “Didn’t I remind you that there is a formation in the Shenhun Inn, is it good for the cultivation of the soul?”
Lin Zhao: "?!" Misstep.
But it was already at this time, and Lin Zhao was too lazy to go to the inn. He waited until the morning of the Soul World arrived, and Lin Zhao got his schedule
"The opponent in the eighth game is a His name is Lan Die." Lin Zhao asked Yun Zhong: "Is this Lan Die a famous person?"
Before Yun Zhong could answer her, the others in the rest area with Lin Zhao couldn't help but glance sideways.
"Are you the Zhao Ling'er who was still capable of one against seven yesterday? I actually arranged for you to be Lan Die as your opponent in the eighth game."
Because Lin Zhao's battle yesterday was too light, It took just a few moves to knock his opponent off the stage. Therefore, Zhao Ling'er, who was not famous at first, also shined in the eyes of the audience who originally came because of Ji Wantang, and unexpectedly gained many fans.
The man excitedly said to Lin Zhao: "Lan Die is usually the defender of the ninth level arena in the early stage of fusion. It seems that the arena has become stronger this time."
Lin Zhaowen He said, thanked the man, and then sat there and fell into silence.
Yun Zhong thought that she finally felt the seriousness of the situation and her arrogance yesterday. After all, she was a little girl. She was young and promising, and she was inevitably arrogant. Knowing her mistakes could greatly improve her. He couldn't bear to see Lin Zhao too low, so he comforted her.
"You don't have to blame yourself and worry too much. With your strength, you may not have no chance of winning."
Lin Zhao raised his head and gave him a strange look: "I actually want to ask, Since she is usually the guardian of the ninth level arena, Challenger, if I beat this eighth level arena, can you give me the bonus of the ninth level arena?"
Yun Zhong: "..."
He waited for a long time before he squeezed in? Two out: "No!"
Lin Zhao sighed and opened the ring guard on the ninth floor.
What came into view was a long-haired boy with a coquettish red flower between his eyebrows. His outstanding appearance made Lin Zhao take another look. She read out the boy's name: "Ji Qin."< br>
Ji Qin. When these two words came out, Yun Zhong covered his face: "As expected, you invited him here."
Lin Zhao remembered Yun Zhong's previous words: "He is the youngest son of a certain venerable? "
Yun Zhong sighed longly, glanced at Lin Zhao, and sighed in a tone of "I'm at risk of death." : "The youngest son of Venerable Red Lotus, and the child who will inherit the Venerable's mantle in the future, his first spiritual energy vortex had 350 spiritual currents. Now he has three spiritual energy vortexes. He is in the early stage of fusion and will go to the middle stage of fusion. At this stage, I have chosen such an opponent for you..."
The three spiritual energy vortexes are only in the initial stage of fusion. This strength... is worthy of the person who will inherit the mantle of the Venerable.
If a spiritual energy vortex contains three hundred and fifty spiritual currents, then this Ji Qin has one thousand and fifty.
That's a lot higher than himself...
Lin Zhao sensed that his current background was about eight hundred and fifty, and the other party had two hundred more spiritual currents than him.
This gap is almost equal to the two spiritual energy vortexes in the ordinary fusion stage.
Lin Zhao narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. Compared to Yun Zhong, who was facing a formidable enemy, she, the client, looked calm: "You can give it a try." Yun Zhong shook his head with a headache, but said nothing more.
It is useless to say more now, I can only believe Lin Zhao.
The battles on the stage passed through Lin Zhao's eyes. She did not continue to practice, but focused all her attention on the ongoing battle on the eighth floor.
——The battle between Ji Wantang and another Nascent Soul Dzogchen.
The arena will send people to explain battles that attract more than a thousand people's attention. This is one of the reasons why there are so many arenas in the world of souls, but this arena can grow bigger and bigger.
The passionate and exciting commentary can indeed attract the attention of many viewers who do not understand this level of combat.
But Ji Wantang's battle was very simple and almost did not need explanation to describe it. It was just a crushing battle.
She did not use any spiritual skills or spiritual weapons. She raised her hand and pointed one finger into the void. A blood-red phoenix shadow instantly formed in front of her fingertips. The phoenix shadow was so bright red that it was almost sticky. His thick eyes glanced at the crazy blood, his wings shook, and he headed towards the Yuan Ying Dzogchen opposite.
This blow is simply a spiritual energy transformation, without any bells and whistles.
However, with such a simple blow, the opponent felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. He not only summoned a defensive spiritual weapon to resist, but also released a defensive spiritual weapon to protect himself without hesitation.
But under such layers of protection, the bloody phoenix still passed through the opponent's attack easily.
“No…”
When everyone cheered for Ji Wantang’s simple and direct victory, Lin Zhao shook his head: “How could this be just an attack?”
Although the level of cultivation has not reached that level, Lin Zhao can sense that the spiritual energy contained in the form is not as simple as simple aggression.
Sure enough, as soon as Lin Zhao finished speaking, Ji Wantang's opponent screamed.
In the eyes of some people who were shocked and horrified, Ji Wantang's bloody phoenix penetrated the Nascent Soul's perfect body.
How powerful is the body of the Yuanying Dzogchen monk? Even if he hits a mountain and breaks a mountain top, a monk will not lose a single hair.
If someone had told them before that such a monk would be injured due to the spiritual energy transformation product, they would definitely have taken it as a joke.
However, what appeared in their field of vision was no longer as simple as being injured.
The referee had no time to support him. The Nascent Soul Dzogchen was sucked out of its blood by the blood phoenix and turned into a withered corpse. A stream of light jumped down quickly on the ring.
——The monks of Yuanying Dzogchen fled away in the state of Yuanying.
“Want to run away?” Ji Wantang sneered, pointed in the direction of the opponent’s escape, and commanded the bloody phoenix to attack.
Fortunately, at this moment, the referee from the transformation stage finally arrived and intercepted the bloody phoenix.
But even with his cultivation in the late stage of becoming a god, it took seven percent of his strength to take on Ji Wantang's spiritual transformation, and he looked at Ji Wantang with an increasingly fearful look.
"On the ring, just compete, don't hurt your life!" The referee said bravely to Ji Wantang's indifferent gaze.
Ji Wantang sneered, "Only the weak need to rely on the protection of these rules."
She flicked her sleeves and looked provocatively at the waiting place where Nascent Soul Dzogchen was waiting. With contempt and arrogance: "Who will fight with me in the next game?"