Chapter 325： Destroy the dead silk! Invincible!

Chapter 325 Destroying Silkworms! Invincible!

"Thanks for the reminder, but I want to try."

Su Changkong said.

Su Changkong came here to experience the battle formation of hundreds of battles, and Leng An wanted to bet against him, the loser would pay 10 taels of liquid and bear the cost of using the battle formation of hundreds of battles, of course Su Changkong was so happy , can harvest some primordial liquid.

Su Changkong agreed to bet against Leng An, and many people couldn't help looking at him. Someone had already warned him that Leng An's strength is very good, so he dared to agree?

If you are not a fool, it shows that you have confidence in your own strength!

"It's kind of interesting... Could it be that this young man in black is a holy warrior from a big clan or a big sect?"

"The potential to become a saint by self-cultivation is much greater than that of refining a **** seed, but Leng An is not an ordinary first-tier saint!"

The eyes of all the holy warriors in the Hall of Hundred Battles flashed with brilliance, and they became interested. If this young man dared to agree to a bet, could he really beat Leng An?

Su Changkong readily agreed, which surprised Leng An, and he immediately added: "Don't use the divine weapon, let's fight with our own strength alone!"

Leng An was afraid that Su Changkong was carrying some powerful artifacts and treasures, which would affect the balance of victory, so he prohibited the use of divine weapons and divine armor.

"Yes." Su Changkong readily agreed.

"Good! Have fun!"

Leng An felt relieved, and he grinned.

As long as he is a first-level saint, Leng An is confident that not many people can beat him who has cultivated for hundreds of years, even if the opponent is from a rich family or a big sect!

The old man in green looked calm. His eyes swept over Su Changkong, giving Su Changkong a sense of being watched. The mysterious tortoise in his body naturally resisted. Su Changkong knew that the old man was probing his realm, so he didn't Did not resist with the hidden breath of the turtle's breathing skill.

Not long after, the green-clothed old man said: "There are three god-seeds in his body, and two of them don't have **** marks. They are indeed first-tier saints."

Su Changkong has the Evil Emperor Beast, Mysterious Turtle, and the Golden God Seed in his body, but the other two Su Changkong have never refined and fused them. They are just auxiliary means to enhance his strength.

Under the notarization of the old man in green, Leng An was completely relieved, knowing that the other party was the same as himself, but only a first-level saint, and immediately Leng An said no nonsense: "Then join the battle!"

Leng An took the lead in arriving at one of the two eyes of the battle formation, and sat down cross-legged.

Su Changkong saw that the Hundred Battles Formation looked like a Tai Chi diagram, so he also entered the Hundred Battles Formation, and sat down cross-legged on the opposite side of Leng An.

The old man in green in the distance said: "You can choose to make this battle public or not."

To be public, the rest of the people in the Hall of Hundred Battles can see the specific situation of this battle through the light curtain. If it is not made public, just like the battle between Peng Yong and Leng An just now, outsiders can only see two people from the light curtain. A blurry shadow, unable to see the details of the battle.

Of course the onlookers wanted Su Changkong and Leng An to make it public so that they could enjoy watching it, but Leng An said without hesitation: "Not to make it public!"

Leng An himself didn't want outsiders to study his methods, so he chose not to make them public.

Su Changkong didn't want to let other people study his ability, so he also said: "Not public."

"mean."

Many people in the Hall of Hundred Battles muttered something, but they also knew that if they were competing with others in the Hall of Hundred Battles, they would not choose to make it public. No one is a fool, and they will hide something.

"The Hundred Battles Formation is activated...don't resist the power of the formation!"

The green-clothed old man nodded, and he immediately started the battle formation.

"Buzz buzz!"

Outside the Hundred Battles Battle Formation, a light curtain rose to isolate the outside world.

"Ok?"

At this time, Su Changkong's heart moved. Sitting in the eye of the formation, he felt a force attacking him. This force made people feel drowsy, as if they were about to fall into sleep.

Su Changkong knew that this was the power of the battle formation, he hesitated for a moment, but did not resist the drowsiness. With his ability, even if there was an accident, he could wake up instantly.

As Su Changkong closed his eyes, he felt as if he had traveled through time and space, and came to an empty mountain range. Surrounded by towering trees and peaks, it was like a barren mountain range.

And he himself is standing on the ground, and there is a person standing on the opposite side, it is the burly Leng An!

"So that's how it is... This so-called Hundred Battles Battle Formation is a place similar to the dream space!"

Su Changkong looked at his hands, and at this moment, he understood the strangeness of this battle formation.

Hundred Battle Formation allows both parties entering the formation to enter a dream-like state. The dreams of both parties are connected, and then project their respective avatars with the energy and spirit of both parties, like arms and fingers.

Even if he is killed in a dream, it will only cause a certain amount of damage to the sea of ​​consciousness, and it will recover after a period of cultivation!

Seeing Su Changkong's surprised expression on the opposite side, Leng An laughed and said, "It's the same for the first time I entered the Hundred Battle Formation. In the dream space formed, we can fight without any scruples, and it doesn't matter if we are killed!"

Su Changkong nodded slightly. This battle formation of hundreds of battles is indeed amazing, but it is indeed not as mysterious as the mirror world **** that can reflect everything. It is obviously lower by more than one level.

After all, the Hundred Battles Formation is a spirit-driven formation. It is already very impressive to reach the level of supernatural powers. Want to reach the level of great supernatural powers? It's not that easy!

But it is enough to provide both sides with a battlefield where they can give it a go!

"Are you ready? Young man!"

Leng An immediately restrained his smile, looked at Su Changkong from a distance, and asked a question.

"come on."

Su Changkong seemed very calm. For him, he had no doubts about whether he could defeat Leng An.

"Then I... come!"

Leng An showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and moved instantly.

The god-seed in Leng An's body trembled, and a strong smell of blood filled the air. It was a god-seed with 70 **** lines!

Because Leng An refined the god-seed to become holy, it was difficult to cultivate the second god-seed by himself, and he also relied on the accumulation of long years to feed the only god-seed he owned to a very high level , with 71 divine patterns! This is more than Wang Zhongqiu's single god-seeding **** pattern!

Of course, Wang Zhongqiu needs to upgrade the three god-seeds at the same time, and spends more resources than Leng An. With multiple god-seeds, to upgrade multiple god-seeds to a perfect state, the resources consumed and the difficulty are accumulated , the more divine lines there are, the harder it is to improve!

The three god-seeds are each upgraded to the perfect state of 100 **** lines. It is not the difficulty of 1 to 100 three times, but the difficulty of 1 to 300 when the three are added together!

"Turn blood into spirit!"

Leng An clasped both palms, and the blood of the martial saint in his body overflowed like life, forming two blood-colored scimitars.

Every **** scimitar exudes an aura that makes people palpitate!

The supernatural power of the Leng'an God Seed can turn blood into spirits, and can turn its own blood into armor and weapons. It is powerful and powerful, and it is much better than ordinary artifacts!

"Blood Moon Kill!"

Leng An made an instant move, and he slashed out with two knives in his hands. The thick blood-colored mist permeated the mountain range, and the two scimitars were like two blood-colored crescent moons, cold and deadly. The blood-colored scimitar The **** light emitted shone like moonlight, and the surrounding hundred-foot-tall trees were torn into pieces.

"Not bad!"

Su Changkong slightly praised, it is also the first level of holiness, and it is also the refining of the gods to become holiness.

But this Leng An is obviously stronger than Qiao Mingyan and others who were beheaded by him before, too many!

"But it's not enough!"

Su Changkong's hands and ten fingers moved slightly, the Gengjin Qi combined with the silkworm silk, turning into golden filaments, and with the movement of his ten fingers, the golden silks flew vertically and horizontally like thousands of sharp knives.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

The silk collided with the blood-colored blade light, and when the two came into contact, the silk thread strangled the blade light to pieces, and not a single blade light could touch Su Changkong!

"Huh? Is this supernatural power?"

Leng An was also startled, but he himself was hidden in the blood-colored light, appearing behind Su Changkong as if teleporting, and angrily slashed at Su Changkong with two blood-colored scimitars.

Before the blade fell, it gave people the illusion of being torn apart.

Su Changkong stood still, but the dense golden silk had already been woven into a net, blocking the two, and shrouded towards Leng'an.

"Chop it up!"

But Leng An didn't retreat, the falling swords were faster and faster, like two blood moons falling from the sky, he wanted to cut through this big net and cut Su Changkong twice and three times!

"Chila!"

When the silk net collided with the double knives, Leng An's face changed. The golden silk was like cutting tofu. It is the remaining power that is endlessly shrouded.

Originally, Leng An expected to cut off these silks with the knife in his hand, but his knife turned out to be so fragile?

Blood overflowed from Leng An's body, instantly forming a thick armor covering his whole body.

"Chick!"

But Leng An was disappointed. One by one, the silk was destroyed, like a hot knife melting ice and snow, cutting through Leng An's armor and cutting his body into pieces!

Su Changkong combined the Gengjin Qi possessed by the Primordial Spirit with the Gengjin silk formed by the true Qi of the Celestial Silkworm. Each thread is like a magic weapon, invincible!

The outcome has been decided!

"Ok?"

In the Hall of Hundred Battles, more than a hundred people looked at the two fuzzy figures in the light curtain, and the old man in green who sat cross-legged showed a trace of astonishment on his face.

Buzz buzz!

The ball-shaped light curtain covering Su Changkong and Leng An began to dissipate, which means that the two sides in the battle of hundreds of battles have already decided the winner!

"So soon... the winner is decided?"

"Leng An won, right? His supernatural power of turning blood into spirit has been promoted to a rather impressive level. That young man seems to have lost!"

Everyone was also a little surprised. It wasn't long before the Hundred Battles started, and the winner was decided? This means that the strength of one of the two sides is crushing, and the outcome, life and death, has been determined in an instant!

More people think that Leng Ansheng is probably the one who wins. His strength is extremely strong in the first-level holy heaven, and there are few first-level holy heavens in Tianhuo City who are stronger than him!

But when the light curtain dissipated, everyone was stunned. They saw Leng An's body crumbling, with pain and twisted colors appearing on his face, hugging his head, trembling with pain, it was a manifestation of damage to the sea of ​​consciousness!

If you die in a battle of hundreds of battles, your sea of ​​consciousness will be damaged to a certain extent.

Su Changkong, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, his expression normal.

Obviously, the outcome has been decided!

"Accepted." Su Changkong said calmly.

Leng An, who came back to his strength, took a few breaths. He stared at Su Changkong in shock and fear. His clothes were already wet with cold sweat. The terrifying feeling of being torn apart by Gengjin silk still remained, which left him with lingering fears.

"I... lost."

Leng An had a bitter and difficult way.

If the opponent is a martial saint of the second or third heaven, then he will lose if he loses, but the opponent is also a saint of the first heaven, but can he easily defeat him? This made Leng An a little hard to accept.

"The young man won?"

When everyone heard Leng An admit that he had lost, they looked at each other in blank amazement. Su Changkong's victory exceeded most people's expectations!

"This is... Twelve Yuan Liquid."

Leng An gritted his teeth, took out the Twelve Yuan liquid from the treasure storage, and flew towards Su Changkong under the backdrop of invisible power.

Su Changkong caught it and said with a smile, "Thank you very much."

With the old man in green as a notary, and with so many people present, Leng An could not renege on his debts, so he had to obediently hand over the twelve-yuan liquid and the two-two-yuan liquid that he was responsible for using the battle formation.

"Dare to ask your honorable name."

Then Leng An couldn't help but ask Su Changkong's name. He could easily defeat him, so he shouldn't be a nobody, right?

"Su Changkong." Su Changkong announced his name.

Everyone secretly wrote down this name, and they had never heard of such a number one figure among the active holy warriors in the area of ​​​​Skyfire City.

"Brother Su, I also want to challenge you and see your methods."

And at this time one person stood up.

This is a tall and thin man with burning eyes.

Seeing Su Changkong's gaze, the thin and tall man introduced himself: "My name is Zhang Yangyun, from the Zhang Family of Skyfire City."

The Zhang family is a big family in Tianhuo City. Zhang Yangyun is the elite of the Zhang family. He cultivated himself as a martial saint. He witnessed Su Changkong defeating the extremely powerful Leng An, so he couldn't help but want to fight Su Changkong.

Zhang Yangyun added: "Of course...it's just an ordinary match. The loser only needs to bear the cost of using the battle formation."

Seeing that Leng An was defeated by Su Changkong, Zhang Yangyun didn't want to suffer a huge loss, but just wanted to compete with Su Changkong.

"Can."

After thinking for a while, Su Changkong accepted Zhang Yangyun's challenge, and just stretched his muscles!

"it is good!"

Seeing that Su Changkong accepted, Zhang Yangyun was also overjoyed. He came to the Hall of Hundred Battles because he wanted to compete with other holy warriors and verify his own strength!

Zhang Yangyun entered the battle formation, he said: "Senior in green, please trouble me."

"Ok."

The old man in green nodded. He was also curious about Su Changkong's method. He quietly took out his identity token to inquire about the relevant information. He knew that Su Changkong came to Tianhuo City in exchange for a mountain entry order a few days ago. of the Heavenly Sacred Mountain.

"Just look at the methods of this young man."

The eyes of the old man in green flickered slightly. The two sides chose to fight privately. Outsiders could not see it, but he, who was sitting in the Hall of Hundred Battles, could watch at will.

The reason why the green-clothed old man chose to sit in the Hundred Battles Hall is also his own practice, to watch worthy fighters fight in the Hundred Battles, so as to learn from the strengths of each family!

(end of this chapter)