On the martial arts field, a surging and heroic voice penetrated the darkness, and then, heavy steps shocked the earth. Every time there was a shock wave spreading from the field, sweeping across the darkness, tearing the world soaked ink into pieces.

Countless gaps emerge.

"Tsk, I want to use my mere brute force to break my ink-stained river? Wuxu, you underestimate the power of knowledge and civilization too much."

In the darkness, the scholar of Sanhe sneered, and more ink fell from the sky, wrapping the martial arts field tightly. Although the wind and thunder body of Wuxu was shocking the sky and the earth could only be shaken, it was bound by the ink sprinkling the river with softness and hardness.

This ink-dyeing river is the lifelong life of scholars of the Three Rivers. Not only does it have the water aspect of softness to overcome hardness, but the meaning of ink is also the carrier of knowledge, symbolizing the eternal inheritance spirit of monk civilization. It is the most endless. I want to use brute force to control it.

Its collapse is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

However, the face of the scholar Sanhe also changed slightly. Fortunately, he did not entrust him when he went into battle. He suppressed his own power to an infinitely close to the Nascent Soul. Only then could he barely exert 30% of the power of Mo Ran Changhe... Otherwise, he would have been defeated by Wu just now.

The ruins broke the river.

Even if Mo Ranchanghe is good at defeating hardness with softness, it will eventually have its limits. Wuxu's Wind Thunder God Body is infinitely close to the limits of the scholars of Sanhe, and its strength is simply incredible

If he had used such power as soon as he came up... Mo Ran Changhe had no chance to start. The scholar of Sanhe could not help but be glad that he had taken the lead in the end, otherwise this battle would have really capsized in the gutter. Fortunately, the outcome was decided.

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"roar"

Wuxu Zhenren roared again, and the sound was rolling, but it was soon invisible in a black occasion.

"Don't waste your energy, fellow Taoist Wuxu, your mouth is so wide, be careful to swallow the ink."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar from Wuxu came to an abrupt end. So much so that the scholar Sanhe was stunned: So obedient?

But the next moment, the scholar Sanhe was surprised to find that Wu Xu actually opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and sucked the ink around him hard in.

"You're crazy...hell"

The scholar Sanhe guessed the other party's intention in an instant. He wanted to use this to crack Mo Ranchang River.

The whimsical behavior really hit the life gate of the scholar Sanhe... This ink-sanlong river is the method of the real person of the God-transforming God. If you sacrifice it with the realm of the Golden Elixir, you will naturally have serious defects - the amount of ink is insufficient

This surging scene was actually a scene like a surging river. The scholar of Sanhe built a magic circle of reincarnation with the help of the endless circulation of water, so that the ink could be recycled continuously. In fact, he did not use much ink at one time, only tens of millions of kilograms.

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For mortals, this is an unimaginable amount, but it would be easier for monks who have reached the Golden Elixir realm to find ways to accommodate tens of millions of kilograms of ink. Especially for monks who are good at sturdy bodies, they are in their bodies.

The technology that contains countless mysterious methods, and storing large quantities of materials in the belly for emergencies is no longer new.

Wuxu Zhenren is a body-building expert. He took a deep breath like a whale sucking water and directly sucked off nearly half of the ink of the scholar Sanhe. Even with the blessing of the reincarnation array, the ink-sanhe River suddenly stopped.

The martial arts performance venue was covered with darkness, and there were many loopholes.

So the people outside the venue finally saw the situation inside the venue clearly. A burly giant of several feet tall stood on the ground, opening his mouth wide and sucking ink around him wildly. Tens of thousands of pounds and hundreds of thousands of pounds of ink were sucked.

He swallowed it into his abdomen, but the full and strong abdomen was just slightly raised, looking at ease

Although it is only in the realm of Golden Pill, the heroic courage displayed by this strong man and the massive amount of whale swallowing ink and dyeing the river are thrilling, which makes many Nascent Souls outside the field transform into gods and is also moved by it.

"What a Wind Thunder God Body No wonder he was praised as the invincible golden elixir when he was young. If it weren't for an accident that led to his hopeless Nascent Soul, today, he should be one of the strongest people in the Wanxian Alliance."

"However, Wu Xu Zhenren before the stage was just a stalemate... Why can he be young and return to his peak at this time?"

"Because of the song the little girls sang?"

"This is the only possibility... It's really strange. Although the song is pleasant, it won't make people feel like they are resurrected, right?"

"Not necessarily, you can't feel the mystery, because the singing is not facing outside the field, and what we hear can only be considered afterthoughts."

Although the showdown between Wuxu Zhenren and Sanhe Scholar has not ended yet, it has attracted a lot of discussion off the court.

In any aspect, Wu Xu, who is old and weak and has lost his temper, has no chance of winning against the scholars of Sanhe who are famous for their various means. The first half of the battle also confirms people's speculation. Only the mouth Wu Xu Zhenren, who refused to accept his old age and had already grown old, could no longer beat the thunder punch that swept the wind and clouds. The defeat was decided under the cover of the Mo Ran Long River of the Sanhe Dao people.

But at this time, the singing outside the venue magically awakened the long-lost vitality of Wuxu, and even allowed him to return to his peak state in a short period of time, forcibly breaking the long river of Mo Ran with the Wind Thunder God Body...

Is this Wang Lu's way of winning? It is really a great move to promote the field with the power outside the field. According to the rules of competition, people outside the field are not allowed to compete in the field, but cheering is obviously not prohibited. The list. But no one had thought before that the effect of cheering would be so good

For the people in the field, the shocking effect brought by this shocking turning point was only stronger. The scholar Sanhe sighed helplessly: "I am a mistake, I didn't expect that there would be such an off-track move. If I had known this, at least I would have been in the Add some seasoning to the ink."

At this time, Wu Xu Zhenren had completely drunk the scholar of Sanhe, the ink long river, his abdomen was swollen, his face was red, but he still seemed at ease.

"Then are you going to admit defeat? You're going to be dead?"

With the return of youth, Wuxu Zhenren's personality has also become very different.

The scholar Sanhe's face darkened: "Don't be happy too early. I'm just a mistake in this battle, but it's still far from the point where you lose. You have the ability to swallow the tiger and whale, but you may swallow my epic river?"

While speaking, the scholar Sanhe shook his wrist and countless books poured out from his sleeves, flying rapidly in the air, the pages kept turning, projecting thousands of scenes from it.

People saw that monsters were raging on the vast earth and the creatures were tragic, while a group of monks covered in blood and leaning against the setting sun resolutely made a repetition towards the army of monsters. People saw that a monk with crane hair and a childish face was working hard by the alchemy furnace. The artificial spiritual roots that go against the sky are refined into pills. People see...

People have seen epics one by one. The monks’ history of tens of thousands of years has been condensed into these tens of millions of books and has become the source of power for scholars from Sanhe.

Although limited by the realm of the Golden Elixir, the epic of the scholar Sanhe scholar is far from comparable to the true "immortal epic", it is by no means able to overcome it.

Wu Xu lifted the lantern in front of him with a solemn expression. He removed the brute force and inherited the spiritual treasure from the master's sect was his only hope, but he was really not sure about the spiritual treasure of a real person who transformed the gods.

"You can break my long river, Wuxu Zhenren, your record is so proud. Fellow Daoist Wang Lu, your cheerleader plan has indeed been effective. Unfortunately, I don't want to lose in this battle anyway."

After saying that, Scholar Sanhe suddenly took out a book from the sea of ​​books above his head, recited it loudly, and suddenly a hero who had been active in the epic appeared on the martial arts field. Even though it was just a projection of magic, the hero who once ruled the world, still brought it.

Stunning and powerful power.

Wu Xu Zhenren's face remained motionless, but his left leg was bent and he fell to the ground with one knee.

At the same time, Wang Lu snapped his fingers at his master.

"Flip the trump card."

The scholar of Sanhe was a little more powerful than expected. Even if Wu Xu Zhenren uses his power to the extreme, it is still not as good as that, so it is difficult to rely solely on the positive motivation of the cheerleaders.

Therefore, it is the turn of negative incentives to appear.

"Haha, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Wang Wu smiled and also snapped his fingers, "Sister Miaoyan, please let our rookie come on the stage."

"Oh, don't regret it."

In the air, Zhenren Miaoyan's helpless voice sounded, and then a four-syllable and Eight Trigrams teleportation array lit up in the air, and a burly figure slowly formed in the array.

From the outline of the body, someone quickly recognized the identity of the person.

"Hey, isn't that the King of Ten Thousand Beasts who just gave in? Why is it back?"

"This is a teleportation array opened from the Shengjing Immortal Gate. Haha, I don't know what kind of hardships he has experienced."

"Yes, it's really curious...uh."

Under the martial arts performance, the noisy talk came to an abrupt end.

Because the teleportation array had been teleported, the King of Ten Thousand Beasts showed his body completely. He was already so burly and thick, and his muscles seemed to explode. However, his clothes were very different from when he left.

Pink animal skin skirt, furry fluffy cotton boots, two made into cat claws, large exaggerated gloves, a pair of cat earrings on the top of the head... Wear it in a very uncoordinated way in the King of All Beasts

The body forms a completely opposite to the temperament of the King of All Beasts.

Outside the martial arts performance, there was a silence, and people stared at this terrifying look in a daze, and no one could say a word.

Even the two people who were about to end the battle on the field were unable to help but be deprived of attention. The scholar Sanhe almost got out of his anger and interrupted the epic reading.

Fortunately, he still controlled himself, otherwise this was a blasphemy epic. The magic power retaliated. The first thing the projected epic hero did was to turn around and punish him for blasphemy.

However, the next moment, a stronger blow came.

The King of Ten Thousand Beasts was trembling all over his body, and his heart seemed to be fighting with heaven and man. But with Wang Wu's sneer, he finally made up his mind.

"Scholar Sanhe, come on"

The cheering sound like rolling thunder made the situation on the field almost stagnant, and everyone stared at the King of Ten Thousand Beasts in a daze. This strong man dressed in pink was trying to pinch his throat and shouted loudly with the sharp voice as much as possible.

Shouting.

"Scholar Sanhe..."

Sanhe was trembling all over. Although he was still chanting the epic in his mouth, he was already roaring desperately: "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up."

"Sanhe, I will always cheer for you"

"You can't listen, you can't watch, you can't think, you can't listen, you can't watch, you can't think..."

"Sanhe, I will love you forever"

"Love you paralyze you paralyze you paralyze you paralyze you paralyze you paralyze."

In the end, the King of All Beasts drew a crooked heart shape on his chest with his hands wearing cat claw gloves.

"Sanhe, I am your...the cute beast earmist"

"Go away your paralysis, get out of here."
Chapter completed!