Chapter 91

There are two circular complex formations on the edge of the No. 3 illusion arena.

Mo Bei and an outer disciple with a bun with his head and hair were sitting cross-legged, with their eyes closed and entering a state of meditation. Several beams of light stretched out from the light curtain extended over, wrapping the two of them tightly, drilling in and out of their seven orifices and six holes. Their faces were calm and their expressions were calm, and they seemed to have not been affected at all.

And in the illusion arena.

Mo Bei, wearing a magic robe, stood with a sword, and the opposite side was the illusion of the disciple with a hair bun.

Mo Bei in the illusion was not in a hurry to take action. He kept pinching his hands, loosening his limbs, feeling the strength on his body, and was secretly surprised.

Mo Bei was amazed in his heart, his eyes moved, observing his transformed body, and said to himself:

"The formation of Taixu Sect is indeed infinitely wonderful. Just as I thought, I appeared in this illusion, and the power and speed were exactly the same as my body. When I was in the scene, I felt pain, and my five senses were clear. It was amazing, amazing!"

"It seems to be completely, like the second self."

When he was amazed.

The disciple with hair on the opposite side was wide open, with a flustered look, sweating on his forehead, and his heart was beating wildly.

"Yes, the person opposite is actually a blood demon!"

The disciple of the hair had a pale face and stared at Mo Bei in horror, thinking to himself:

Legend has it that the blood demon slaughtered millions of people, and I don’t know how much blood stained with my hands!

It's over, it's over, it's dead this time!

"I also heard that the blood demon had killed the Silver Mountain Ape in the Demon Island, and there were many monsters. Oh my God! What should I do!"

"I only practiced one sword intent. He won't beat me to death!"

The illusion of secret realm is too realistic, and you can feel everything that the outside world feels and be immersive.

Even though I heard the brief introduction and narration of Grandma Shuiyue before, the Panfa disciple could not be afraid of this legendary blood demon among the new outer disciples.

In his mind, he kept thinking about what the Blood Demon did, and his heart became more and more timid, his face was as pale as paper, and there was no fighting will there be.

For a moment, the disciple who had tied the sword couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment, Mo Bei had adapted to his body in this illusion. He raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his mouth, and stared at the disciple with sharp eyes. He felt a sense of fighting in his heart. He suddenly shouted, and the sound was so loud that it was deafening:

"bring it on!"

But then, Mo Bei's face stiffened.

"Oh!"

The pan-haired disciple, who was already scared and had no fighting intention, was almost broken by Mo Bei's various deeds. Mo Bei's sudden scream was so scared that he staggered, his face suddenly turned gray. His legs became soft and his wrists shook.

He sat on the ground with his butt, and the green eyebrows in his hand hit the ground.

The disciple of Panfa didn't even beat him, and kept shouting, "Help, don't kill me, don't kill me, I surrender!"

Seeing this scene, Mo Bei couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, subconsciously touched his face, and thought to himself: "Am I a little too fierce?"

A wave of ripples appeared on the light curtain, and gradually a few shaking big words appeared - No. 520, advance!

He won a game for no reason.

Mo Bei didn't know that his deeds in the Demon Island have long been spread by those who are interested and unintentional. In the ears of the new outer disciples, they have risen to the level of not weaker than the four geniuses. In addition to his name as a blood demon, he is the first in terms of madness and cruelty!

How dare anyone feel uncomfortable under his hands?

Taking advantage of the first game, Mo Bei walked through the scene and became familiar with the environment in the illusion arena, so he easily won the first victory.

As soon as his mind moved, he broke free from meditation and meditation.

The moment his mind disappeared, Mo Bei in the illusion arena instantly disintegrated and no longer saw him.

At this time, several voices came from afar.

"Brother Mo Bei, I won the first game!"

"Old, boss, how are you competing!"

Mo Bei looked up and saw Ye Qinghong, Long Haotian, and Fang Luoyou all walked towards him with blooming smiles.

Mo Bei smiled and nodded at them, and said with a smile: "I won."

"Hmph, there's more to say about our boss's strength!" Long Haotian hummed twice, then said proudly with his face: "I don't even see who the boss is."

"Hmph, it's your thickest face." Ye Qinghong wrinkled his nose, rolled his eyes, and stuck out his tongue to make a face.

"I'm telling the truth! I don't look at who I am!" Long Haotian quarreled, showing an arrogant expression: "Hmph, that number 174 outer disciple was scared to death when he saw me!

Before I could draw my sword, the kid threw the sword and surrendered!"

Ye Qinghong continued to attack and said, "Those are ordinary disciples who have only realized two or three sword intents. You go hunting demons all day long, and I can feel the murderous intent on them. Naturally, they were defeated without fighting, and you still have the nerve to tell them."

The two of them kept quarreling, and Mo Bei could only smile bitterly and subconsciously looked at Fang Luoyou.

But he saw Fang Luoyou's eyes flashing, and his spirit seemed to be thinking about something, and he kept silent.

"What's wrong with Luo You?" Mo Bei couldn't help asking curiously.

Fang Luoyou woke up at this moment, looked at Mo Bei, shook his head and smiled, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about the game just now."

"What, did you meet a strong enemy?" Long Haotian leaned over and stared at Fang Luoyou, and suddenly shouted: "You must have lost!"

"How is that possible? Long Haotian, don't talk nonsense. Brother Fang is the leader of the four geniuses, you think he is the same as you." Ye Qinghong immediately seized the opportunity and another blow.

Fang Luoyou shook his head and said, "Loss, this is not enough. But... I just met our disciples from the Fang family."

"Disciple of the Fang family?" Mo Bei raised his eyebrows.

"That's right." Fang Luoyou walked two steps and said with a flash of eyes: "He used to be my trial opponent in the Fang family, and he often accompanied me to practice swords. He is very familiar with each other."

"Before," Fang Luoyou suddenly smiled and said, "Although he is not as talented as me, he can still play dozens of moves with me. But today he is on the ring, haha..."

"I haven't set off my sword yet. He lost just as the sword intent appeared."

"It seems!"

When Fang Luoyou said this, he suddenly turned to look at Mo Bei, with a scorching light shining in his eyes: "My choice is right, from the sharpening, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!"

"Mo Bei, you are right. No matter how luxuriant or bright the flowers in the greenhouse grow, they cannot withstand the wind and rain. Only when they have not been tempered can they grow! After the competition this time, we must practice harder!"

...

The second game began soon.

On the No. 5 Illusion Arena, Mo Bei stood with his hands behind his back, still not in a hurry to draw his sword, his eyes calmly landed on the bald disciple ten feet away opposite him.

The bald disciple held the sword in one hand, bent his body, and his right sleeve was trembling. He kept wiping sweat on his shiver on his shiny forehead, swallowing his saliva hard, as if facing a great enemy.

"No, no. Even if you lose, you have to lose better." The bald disciple turned a little quick: "You must hold on, you must hold on. You must not be defeated without fighting like the man just now."

Thinking of this, a glimmer of light appeared in the bald disciple's eyes, and he tried his best to muster up the courage and stared at Mo Bei.

Mo Bei looked at his appearance and couldn't help laughing, thinking to himself:

Only by being tempered between life and death can these ordinary disciples grow up, for safety, for the sake of life, and have never seen blood. How can they grow up?

The gap between disciples who have not experienced the test and those who have been licking blood on the edge of the knife all day long will become bigger and bigger.

While thinking, Mo Bei took a random step forward.

"Dingdeng!"

His little move was so shocked that the bald disciple jumped. He rushed back three or four steps, and almost scared the sword in his hand.

Before he could move again, Mo Bei waved his sleeves and hummed slightly, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and his cold light flashed.

In an instant.

The fierce aura suddenly rose from it! It spread and spread, like a storm, coming towards him.

The fierce and violent murderous intent immediately crushed the bald disciple and tore his defense in his heart to pieces!

The bald disciple's face suddenly changed wildly, and his face seemed as if he was dead.

What appeared before him was a scene of corpses everywhere, blood flowing into a river, and a tragic world that looked like hell.

His knees bent, as if he had lost his strength, and he sat on the ground, his eyes widened, and a deep sense of fear flowed out of his eyes.

The blood demon who had not moved was now like an unshakable person in his eyes. The most fierce killing god in the world could crush him into powder with just one move!

"The second game, No. 520, Mo Bei, win!"
Chapter completed!