Chapter 239: The Illusion of Rakshasa Star Lord

There is such a legend circulating on the spiritual world continent.

The absolute king who dominates the entire continent, Rakshasa Star Lord, is said to be able to connect the sun and the moon, and to destroy the mountains. He is the first elite in this world to surpass the Nirvana Realm, and also let the spiritual practitioners know that there is a peak above the peak.

He is the idol of all martial arts practitioners, and the manifestation of the heroic dream in their minds; it is said that his face is like jade and his eyes are as bright as stars, which has attracted countless girls to offer their hearts;

He has the vast territory, the strongest wealth, the richest resources, and the largest harem; the place where he came from, the small villages on the border of the Dingtian Mountains, the Poyue Sect and the Xiguo of Yixi have now been revered as holy places;

Everyone regards him as his entire faith and takes his favor at first glance as his lifelong honor. He is not only a role model of an era, but also an eternal master.

It is said that in order to select more powerful people, Rakshasa Star Lord will hold a competitive meeting on the spiritual world continent every five years. This can be called a bloody feast, a slaughterhouse for him alone. Millions of people who come to participate in the competition will be concentrated in a huge open-air square at the same time and fight each other. In this process, no matter whether they use weapons or means, they are allowed.

This is not the point of the usual game. It can last long or short, but there is only one signal that marks its end, that is, the battle is until there is only one living person left on the court. That person will be the only winner of this game, summoned by the Lord of Rakshasa, and even have the qualification to challenge the Lord of Rakshasa.

If you perform well, you can also be absorbed into the Rakshasa Star Palace, which is the super power established by the Rakshasa Star Lord, and get the best training. It is said that the Rakshasa Star Palace never raises mediocre talents. In previous years, every strong man who came out of here broke through to the Nirvana realm. They are also the most loyal guards of the Rakshasa Star Lord.

The Rakshasa Star Lord personally organized it, and the huge benefits made this event the hottest event on the spiritual continent. Even if its mortality rate is as high as a terrible 99%, it can still attract countless latecomers to continue.

At this time, behind a long row in the registration hall, A Feng, a young man with a tender face fluttered with excitement, kept tiptoing and looking forward, was one of the thousands of challengers who had a dream of heroism.

"If you can stand out in this game, you can get the reception of Rakshasa Star Lord! Raksha Star Lord... the legendary character..." A Feng silently clutched the registration card in his arms, and his name was written stroke by stroke on the card, and the bright smiling face of a young man was written.

"If I can really meet the Lord of Rakshasa, then I will be a celebrity in our village in the future! Xiao Hei next door will never dare to bully me again. My father can be proud in front of those villagers who look down on him! And my mother..."

A Feng recalled the old mother who was tortured by illness day and night on the bed, and the spirit in her eyes became a little more resolute. "If I could see the Lord of Rakshasa, I hope to borrow some money from him, so that my mother's illness would be cured. The Lord of Rakshasa is powerful and he can definitely do this little thing!"

As the team moved forward a few inches, A Feng vaguely heard the conversation between the two boys in the front row.

"Brother, is Rakshasa Star Lord really powerful? Is he even more powerful than the strong men in our village?" The boy on the left looked innocent.

"Idiot! Of course, Rakshasa Star Lord is much better than that strongman! He is the strongest man on the entire spiritual world continent! Like the strongman, he can overturn it with just one finger!"

Another boy, who was slightly taller, looked disdainful when facing his younger brother's problems, then when talking about the strength of Rakshasa Star Lord, suddenly a bit of aura of honor, as if he was the spokesperson of Rakshasa Star Lord in this field at this moment.

"The strongest... So how strong is it? Is it even more powerful than the king of Yixi?" The short boy bit his finger, his expression looking a little troubled.

"Hmph, they are really two rural guys!" Before the tall boy could answer, another boy with a gloomy face was inserted, "Raksha Star Lord is the most powerful person in the world. He controls a large number of planes, and no one is stronger than him! Like what strong men you are talking about, the kings of small countries, they are all not worthy of carrying the heels for him!"

"But why did the Rakshasa Star Lord formulate such rules of competition?" While the two boys, one tall and one short, were digesting this huge amount of information, A Feng from the back row also took the initiative to come up, "There can only be one winner in each game, and if you fail, you will die. If you die, you will never see the birds singing and flowers in this world again, and you will not feel the sunshine!"

“…school guy!”

The boy with a gloomy face was stunned for a moment, and soon retorted more aggressively: "Even if he died for the Lord of Rakshasa, it would be our glory! Anyway, I thought it very clearly. I know that I would never win the championship with my strength! But as long as I can see Lord of Rakshasa with my own eyes, even if I die immediately, it is much better than living a mediocre life. Why, don't you think so?"

Faith, even if a person starts to believe, will spread and spread rapidly in the crowd like a pervasive virus in the air. Until one day, the black one turns into white ones, the wrong ones become right, good and evil are reversed, and the axioms do not exist. Then, it will be the ripening period of this poisonous fruit.

The boys who were receiving poison invisibly but didn't know all of them nodded. At this time, on the registration desk on the other side, the staff's formulaic voice sounded: "Next, A Feng, A Feng from XX Village, is A Feng coming?"

There was noisy in the crowd, as if everyone was complaining that A Feng, who had not appeared for a long time, had delayed his registration time. The staff member was even more upset and picked up a piece of Zhenmu next to the table and patted it, raised his voice and shouted: "A Feng, is there this person? If you don't come, you will be disqualified!"

In the back row of the team, the tall boy suddenly reached out and pushed A Feng: "Brother, see if you call you now?" Their names had been passed by each other in their conversation. However, the name "A Feng" was too popular, and the tall boy could not make up for it.

A Feng, who came to his senses, heard the extremely impatient saying "If you don't come, you will be disqualified." He quickly raised his hand high and shouted: "Hey! Here! Here!" At the same time, he ran forward in a hurry. This journey naturally attracted a lot of rolling eyes.

After handing the registration form to the staff for inspection, A Feng, who was lying on the corner of the table, had a clear look in his eyes.

"That's right! It's glory to be able to die for the Lord of Rakshasa!"

***

On one side is the crowded audience, and on the other side is the increasingly empty arena.

The scorching sun was like fire, and the scorching burned on everyone's head. Even the slightly whispered breeze could not dissipate the heat.

What is also unscathed is the pungent smell of blood in this venue.

The competition has reached a height of heat, and the championship battle is in full swing, and fewer people are still standing in the middle of the field. Those who are still here are all corpses and blood. These survivors are carrying weapons and are quickly rushing towards the next person they see.

No one knows whether they will use their opponent's head to enrich their battle results in the next moment, or lying on the ground without any sense of consciousness like their previous deceased souls under the knife, becoming the stepping stone for the only strongest man who has walked out.

Not only these contestants, but also the eyes of the audience outside the field have long been blinded by blood and killing. They are eager to find a crazy stimulation here and vent their wild hopes that have been suppressed by them all day long.

Except for the sole ruler, they treated everyone, including their own lives, as humble as grass.

When the Rakshasa Star Lord appeared, everyone was in a state of excitement. The man seemed to be a natural king, wearing a gorgeous dress, surrounded by a large number of strong guards, and slowly emerged from a VIP channel outside the field.

He took every step calmly and powerfully, and strands of the power of the law spread around him, as if he was this world, or, perhaps, this world was condensed into his body alone.

Saying is the law, and doing is the law. When he passes by, everyone feels that the spiritual power in his body has unnatural fluctuations, and he is also quick-witted and quickly comprehended the laws he released at will.

Then, under the envious eyes of everyone, these people surrounded themselves with a bright light, breaking through at least one level in the shortest time.

People originally thought that when they saw the legendary characters, they would be very excited and waved and cheered wildly, but when they really came to him, they found that they could not do anything. They were all in silence, which was a sense of awe for the absolute strong and truly admiring the mountains. Any noise was blasphemy, and all they could do was to look at it with all their souls.

This arena was under the attention of Rakshasa Star Lord for a long time. He had heard all the cheers and discussions in the hall, and all his loyalty to him. Even under the storm of spiritual consciousness, he felt a wave of true worship. These beliefs are constantly transforming into spiritual power and being absorbed by him in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Finally, under the attention of everyone, Rakshasa Star Lord slowly walked to the first row of Kings' seat and sat down.

He leaned on the table with one hand, lazily supporting his forehead, and his eyes were casually scrutinized in the audience. When he was tired of watching, he summoned several ministers who were on standby and asked lightly: "What are the quality of this contestants? Are there any particularly outstanding ones?"

"Yes, there are indeed a few who performed well. Please see His Majesty Xingjun--" Several ministers on the side quickly put on the list they had prepared and introduced them enthusiastically. Luosha Xingjun heard a few casual words, and his eyes staring at the stadium gradually became erratic, as if a little emotion emerged.

"—This is the life I want. I am the strongest person on the entire continent. I say it's the only thing that everyone has to worship me! Although all this seems to be too easy, and the world cannot be said to be why, it always gives me a very strange feeling..."

The gaze of the Rakshasa Star Lord swept through the sky above his head inch by inch. With the eyes of his strongest man, even the scenery thousands of miles away is still vivid in my mind.

Looking around, it was still the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters that he was familiar with, and the spiritual continent where he grew up and experienced.

Withdrawing back the eyes, the cheers in their ears were filled with cheers. Those who respected him wholeheartedly and supported him, their breath was real, and all their enthusiasm was real. More importantly, their belief in themselves was real.

"Since that's the case..." A slight smile appeared on the corner of Raksha Star Lord's mouth, "No matter whether it's strange or not, as long as I am the supreme king, what does everything else matter?"

The Lord of Rakshasa leaned on the back of the chair with satisfaction and continued to listen to his subordinates' reports about the contestants.

Not long after, bloody battles ended and the outcome was decided.

On the field where the sun shines, the blood-filled winner stands against the emperor of the spiritual continent, Rakshasa Star Lord, in the middle of the venue.

"Your Majesty Rakshasa Star Lord, I don't want to challenge you, nor do I want to enter the Rakshasa Star Palace. I just want to use this qualification to win to ask you a question. I wonder if it is possible?" In full view of everyone, the young winner looked directly at the Rakshasa Star Lord and said this.

"Ask. I will allow you." The Lord of Rakshasa's eyes were not turbulent. Over the years, there have been many questions to him, mostly nonsense like "Your Majesty, how can you become as powerful as you?". Although he would also like to encourage others symbolically on the surface, in his heart, he often had a kind of contempt.

There are many young men who dream of being a strong man, but how long they can go on this road is just a matter of two things. And the Lord of Rakshasa never believes that anyone is qualified to go along with him.

With preconceived thoughts, Rakshasa Star Lord didn't take this young man seriously at all. So what if he won the championship in this competitive competition? In the future, he will only be a senior subordinate who serves himself.

"Are you happy to organize such a competition?" The amplification microphone has been turned on, and everyone held their breath at this moment. Although the boy was young, his firm voice spread throughout the field, clearly echoing in everyone's ears. "Do you really feel happy that he has ruined so many innocent lives?"
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