Chapter 149

The huge empty shadow that suddenly appeared behind Mo fan startled everyone.

It is full of white hair, red all over, eyes green, mouth full of tusks. Its hands, each holding a sharp sword, like the Shura coming out of hell, people can't help but shiver.

As soon as the object came out, a tremendous evil spirit swept out of Mo fan's body. At this moment, everyone felt a cold behind, as if the blood flow slowed down.

"The soul of Shura?"

Yang Chen eyebrows slightly pick, but for the first time has a surprise.

"The soul of Shura?" Hearing his words, Luo Qingling also exclaimed in disbelief: "master Yang, do you think this thing is the soul of Shura? Are you sure? "

"The soul of Shura, isn't that the evil spirit of the legend? It is said that people with such things are generally evil in nature and bloodthirsty I always thought it was just a legend. " Ling Yuyao's face was pale and said.

Look at the stage in horror.

"There can be no mistake." Yang Chen said lightly.

Of course, he can't read it wrong, because he has seen the soul of Shura!

This kind of martial spirit is quite terrible. Once released, it will surely flow into a river of blood and be littered with corpses!

It is a symbol of evil and killing!

It is the darkest of the twelve martial spirits in the world

But

What makes Yang Chen strange is why Mo fan at the moment has not been devoured by the soul of Shura? On the contrary, his face was as usual. Although there was a faint evil spirit in his eyes, he looked normal and didn't look like he was controlled.

……

Off the field, countless people were suppressed by this scene.

Even Wushan River, which has always been calm, looks a little pale, and says, "one of the twelve holy martial spirits The soul of Shura? This boy, how could he have such a strange thing in heaven and earth? "

"Tianhe sect, it's really amazing!"

Wu Shanhe said in shock.

One side of Jiang Chixin is also speechless.

"Your majesty!" At this time, Wu Shanhe suddenly said, his face was very serious: "this Shura spirit is the demon soul of the world. If one of them is not well controlled, Mo fan is afraid to kill him. At that time, please follow me down to save the field! "

Jiang Chixin nods.

Spiritual power, quietly gathering in the body.

……

As soon as the soul of Shura came out, Wu Jing's face changed. He felt as if the Shura behind Mo fan was staring at himself with his eyes. A sense of killing is coming towards him, which makes him feel cold behind his back. He actually gives birth to the idea of retreating.

"What is this..." Wu Jing bit his teeth and spat out a few words.

"This is my soul."

Mo Fan said faintly: "after practicing the Shura sword spectrum, you can turn the spirit of martial arts into Shura and reach the highest sword power. Under my sword power, you have no chance to win... "

Hearing this, Yang Chen suddenly woke up.

No wonder, he always feels that there is something wrong with the martial spirit

It turns out that it's not the soul of Shura, but Mo fan who has cultivated a kind of martial art, which can turn the soul into Shura and realize the power of Shura. However, compared with the real soul of Shura, it is still far away from it!

Mo fan suddenly raised his hand

He grabs Wu Jing slightly.

Several words were spat out from his mouth:

"Shura execution ground!"

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, Wu Jing on the stage was suddenly shocked. The whole person seemed to be stimulated by something, and the look in his eyes became confused.

But after he reacts, the surrounding suddenly becomes a huge execution ground!

Around the execution ground, there is a raging fire!

The whole space is as red as blood!

However, Wu Dajing was even more surprised to find that he was lying on his knees on a Wutou terrace.

But even more bizarre is

Wu Jing can see his expression!

His face was full of panic, and his eyes were full of uneasiness.

"Welcome to Shura execution ground." A voice faint ring up, only see Mo fan is standing behind him, face a piece of indifference, holding a bright knife on the right hand, twinkling a forest of murderous gas.

"I am your Shura Here, you will be executed and executed by me

The voice just fell, the knife in Mo fan's hand fell instantly!

Cluck - a light sound, Wu Jing's head immediately flew out, with a burst of blood spatter.

He was able to see himself and his head. He fell off his body and finally fell to the ground

"Welcome to Shura execution ground!"

At this time, the familiar voice suddenly rang, Wu Jing was shocked and opened his eyes fiercely.

Then he was surprised to find that he did not die?The head and the body are still connected?

"Just now Is it an illusion... " Wu Jing murmured, trying to struggle to get up, but found that he could not move. He could only keep kneeling.

At this time, the familiar voice sounded again: "I am your Shura Here, you will be executed and executed by me

Just as the voice dropped, Wu Jing's head flew out again.

But it's not over.

When he thought he was dead, the familiar voice suddenly sounded again:

"welcome to Shura execution ground."

Mo fan, still standing behind him, said the same words as before.

Wu Jing seemed to fall into a circle of death, unable to resist or escape. She could only watch Mo fan cut off his head again and again, and let himself experience death again and again

That kind of feeling, let Wu Jing be about to collapse, the whole person's mind will be destroyed!

However

In the eyes of outsiders, nothing happened on the stage.

They stood motionless, so quietly confronted, nothing happened.

However, it was strange that Wu Jing, who was on the field, did not know why. Suddenly, his face was very ugly, as if he had encountered something terrible. His facial features were twisted together.

……

"Want to escape?"

In the execution ground of Shura, Wu Jing suddenly found that his rope was gone. Instead, it was a cold voice.

Wu Jing's whole body was shocked, and her eyes gradually showed her bewilderment.

"Want to escape?"

"If you want to escape, just turn around..."

Wu Jing nodded and turned around with a dull look on his face.

Behind him, a door suddenly appeared.

Inside the door, burning fire, outside, but a piece of light, as if to the gate to heaven.

"See that door?"

"Go ahead! Go out! You will be free! "

"Freedom..." Wu Jing murmured. Hearing this, his face suddenly showed a color of joy. He stepped forward and ran wildly towards the door!

A desire for freedom, in his eyes, more and more rich!

"Wujing can't!"

Just then, a shout came.

Yang Chen called out coldly.

But it's too late

When Wu Jing crossed the door, he fell directly from the competition platform and was disqualified.

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