Chapter 890 Mo Yuanjiao’s soul

The martial arts competition platform of [Xiejian City] is a separate space. Murong Fu stepped into it with one foot, and the scenery in front of him instantly changed into a dense forest. He immediately felt interesting and praised:

"It's worthy of being a first-class sect, it's so grand."

Fang Han said coldly: "Boy, take a look. The world is your grave in your eyes."

Murong Fu took out his ears and said boredly: "Stop talking nonsense, the audience outside are waiting to watch."

"You..." Fang Han was like eating a dead mouse, his face looked ugly.

Murong Fu walked to the air step by step and said with a high apology: "Come on, let me see what is the difference between a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage after sealing his realm."

"Haha, Brother Murong is really domineering. This kind of demeanor alone cannot compare to ordinary people." Zhuge Qingyun stood outside the martial arts competition platform and said gloating.

"If not, the Fulang wouldn't have agreed to his competition." Fang Qian said unhappily.

"You don't understand, sooner or later this will be a trouble. It's better to let Brother Murong solve him now. Otherwise, when you go to the [Canglan Sword Sect], this person will be a trouble on the grassland." Zhuge Qingyun explained.

"Sister Qian, it seems that what he said makes some sense," said Lu Yao.

Fang Qian said "yes", without saying anything more, and then looked at the competition.

At this time, the two of them had already taken action.

Murong Fu used three simple small swords to fight against the enemy, while Fang Han's treasure was an unknown black sword.

Every time you swing, a black hurricane will produce, and wherever you pass, it seems to be baptized by time and becomes withered.

"Well? This man's weapon is an evil weapon." Uncle Zhuo said slowly when he saw Fang Han's big sword.

"A evil weapon? Isn't it equivalent to a magic weapon?" Lu Yao said in surprise.

"Haha, it's almost the same. Your sweetheart is afraid that you will suffer a loss." Uncle Zhuo said with a smile.

Lu Yao was shocked and was about to ask what to do.

Fang Han took out another handful of white ash in his arms and sprinkled it into the sky. In an instant, the competition space became white and said ruthlessly: "Boy, I know you are not simple, but you will definitely not be able to escape my [Bone Burning Heaven]."

The combination of the black hurricane and bone meal turned into a ball of black fire strangely, burning along the bone meal with a "boom" and like a fire dragon burning towards Murong Fu.

"Hmph!" Murong Fu himself didn't want to be burned by the black fire. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and once his arms were drawn in front of him, a flame aperture rose up around him, blocking the surrounding black flames outside.

"It's useless." Fang Han said proudly: "I am made of bone powder from the demon clan [Gray Demon Skill]. I have extremely strong corruption ability. The shield made with spiritual power alone is undoubtedly waiting to die." As Fang Han spoke, he looked like he was exhaling and raising his eyebrows.

It seemed as if I was embarrassed because I was afraid of a small cultivator in the Yuanshen realm before.

Murong Fu smiled coldly. It was disgusting that he could dirty other people's spiritual energy and magic weapons. Suddenly, a strange light flashed in his pupils.

He found that his three ancient swords were not affected at all.

Except for the slightly weakening of their spiritual consciousness, it is no different from before.

With a thought, three ancient swords stabbed Zhong Fang Han's eyebrows, neck, and back of his heart.

"die!"

"block!"

Fang Han seemed to have eyes, and a shield appeared on each side to block Murong Fu's attack, leaving a small sword. He twisted his neck gently and avoided it with great ease.

The sound of "ding ding dangdang" sounded on the competition stage.

"Give up, boy, [Bone Burning the Sky] In this small martial arts competition, Taichung, it is like a barrier, and everything here is controlled by me." Fang Han smiled extremely arrogantly, almost engraving the word "Choose" on his forehead.

On the other hand, Murong Fu was suppressed extremely strongly.

Lu Yao's face turned pale with a "swish" and she said anxiously: "I didn't expect this person to be so powerful?"

"After all, he is a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, so it's normal for some methods. Don't worry, I think Brother Murong's strength will not lose like this." Zhuge Qingyun said.

If he missed a blow, Murong Fu was not discouraged at all. Instead, he looked plain and still controlled the small sword to attack Fang Han.

A mere [Bone Burning Heaven] couldn't trap him at all. What he was thinking about now was to force Fang Han out all his abilities.

After all, having a master in the God Transformation Stage, blocking the realm and willingly training for himself is almost something that is hard to come by.

The bone meal quickly disappeared under the burning of black flames.

Fang Han's so-called [Bone Burning Heaven] also disappeared in front of everyone, and he was so angry that he cursed: "Damn it, isn't this kid a body-building? Why is his spiritual power so strong?"

"Haha, it seems that your [Bone Burning Heaven] is not enough to last." Murong Fu summoned the [Tianji Stick] and smashed it towards Fang Han.

Fang Han knew that Murong Fu's physical cultivation was so powerful that he did not dare to be careless, so he quickly used a black knife to resist.

With a "bang", he felt the tiger's mouth numb and was smashed to take several steps back.

He was so scared that he immediately took out an ancient order from his arms and squeezed it hard.

A thick smoke immediately spewed out of the ancient order and flew towards Murong Fu.

"Come again?" Murong Fu hid, and immediately felt scared and sweated. It turned out that there was a huge black python hidden in the black smoke.

"The soul of [Mo Yanjiao]!" Uncle Zhuo was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that this wild cultivator in the God Transformation Stage would have such a treasure."

"[Mo Yanjiao] Is the soul very powerful?" Lu Yao asked.

"The strength of this dragon has reached the stage of Transformation of Gods. It seems that the one inside has death but no life." Uncle Zhuo said.

"How is that possible?" Lu Yao said: "Didn't you seal his strength?"

"Haha, what I sealed is his own strength, and I don't have the strength to seal his magic weapon." Uncle Zhuo whitened his eyes.

Lu Yao knew that she could not afford to offend the other party, so she looked at Zhuge Qingyun fiercely: "It's all your fault!"

Zhuge Qingyun also looked incredible: "This guy has such a powerful magic weapon."

"I was a little shameless when I pretended to be afraid of Brother Murong before?"

Fang Han laughed and said, "Haha, Murong Fu, it depends on how arrogant you are now!"

"Soul?" Murong Fu felt the power of the soul of [Mo Yanjiao], and his face became extremely solemn.

A sudden enlightenment flashed in my mind, and I placed the [Tianji Stick] in my hands inside my elbows, and then put my hands together.

Countless golden lights emanated from the body.

A figure of Buddha appeared behind him.

I chant words and chant Buddhist scriptures.

"Ommani Pame Hum...Ommani Pame Hum!"

Tathagata's magic palm! It defeats evil spirits!

In the air, a huge Buddha palm fell toward the soul of [Mo Yan Jiao].

[Mo Yanjiao] The soul seemed to have seen something terrible, making a roar.

Everyone, when they saw the scene in front of them, showed a look of surprise.

A giant hand that fell from the sky pinched the neck of the soul of [Mo Yanjiao], as if pressing a dead dog.

Press it tightly on the ground, then it turned into countless chains, locking it tightly, making it unable to move!

Then, even Murong Fu was surprised and said, "The last move of the Tathagata's magic palm [Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong] is indeed extraordinary!"
Chapter completed!