This is October is about to end, and November is on a clear autumn morning before you.

The sun shines on the ice sculpture arena, reflecting dreamy light.

These lights shine on Yuan Qingsu's body, her face is like beautiful jade, and her feathers are flying, and she is extremely handsome and like a god.

Official, Shinto, women from all over the world on the watch platform even forgot to breathe and their hearts pounded.

When a person falls in love with a person, even the other person's shortcomings will be regarded as advantages.

Yuan Qingsu's arrogance fascinated women, thinking that men should do this, and couldn't help but hope that he would win.

Naoto Nakamura's eyes were fierce and stared at Genyu.

"Do you think I will die? Become a sacrifice for the resurrection of the Yellow Spring Demon Dragon?!" he shouted loudly.

"In this world, if only one person could subdue the 'county-level' monster, except me," Yuan Qingsu stood with his hands behind his back, Shi Ran said, "It is impossible for anyone else."

"Gensu!" Naoto Nakamura said sternly, "The team leader has passed on all the 'Yellow Spring Curse' to me! The nine 'Yellow Spring Curse' that no one has collected since ancient times is now all on me!"

"Huangquan Mantra?!" The Songxian, who had fought with Shintoism, looked dark.

In the first six matches, because the strength gap is too big, no Shinto leader used this spell, but it does not mean it is not scary.

The Shintoism that has existed for thousands of years is simply the "Yellow Spring Mantra". From this we can see the power of this mantra.

"Oh?" Even Yuan Qingsu was surprised. "If you learn all the Yellow Spring Curse, you will have some chance."

"Not only that, I also know the entire mystery of the Yellow Spring Mantra, the team leaders of all generations and the understanding of generations are all in my head!"

Naoto Nakamura's hands formed claws, facing each other in his chest and palms, with fishy yellow diamond-shaped remains floating between his claws.

"Here you come!" Everyone held their breath.

He could see clearly with his divine power, but many people still couldn't help but stand up and leaned closer to their bodies.

Before the viewing platform, almost everyone, including Itamixue, brought their eyes closer.

"Suan Qingsu, you may not defeat you with your spell, but"

Numerous glitters burst out from Naoto Nakamura, and the remains of the Yellow Spring Demon Dragon began to spin.

"Stand up with me, there is Shintoism!"

"Nakamura! Kill him!"

"Long live Shinto!"

The high-pitched roar, the rhythm of the war drums, and the heavy horns were stacked, shaking the earth with endless sounds.

Suddenly at some point, everything stopped and even the waves dared to make a little sound.

In this silence, Naoto Nagamura recited the spell of "Demon Body Curse".

"Heaven and earth are the same roots, and things and me are one!"

The wind blew on the face, and a strong sense of suffocation hit everyone.

The person who had a slightly weak divine power and had no time to activate the formation spell was blown away and fell into the sea.

On the arena, Yuan Qingsu was motionless and allowed to flew with clothes.

He suddenly raised his head, and the light and shadow in the sky intertwined, and Naoto Nakamura's sea of ​​abilities appeared.

"What is that?" Someone also discovered it in the audience.

"Is it Nakamura? Where is he? What a familiar place."

"The sea of ​​meter is the sea of ​​meter!"

"Hey," someone said in horror, "look across from him."

In the light and shadow, countless demons, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, gathered into a dim body.

The beast's horns were raised, majestic and ferocious, and the demon dragon, which was a hundred meters long, looked down at Naoto Nakamura with his dark yellow fire-like eyes.

"Yellow Spring Demon Dragon, surrender to me!" Naoto Nakamura, composed of light and shadow, roared angrily.

The nine spells of the Yellow Springs spells are recited on the sea of ​​tools.

The demons who formed the Yellow Spring Demon Dragon suddenly stopped screaming and stared at Naoto Nakamura quietly.

"It works!" Even the nine team leaders stood up.

The audience even exclaimed in surprise and cheered in unison.

On the official side, everyone held their breath and focused their minds, their faces heavy.

The Yellow Spring Demon Dragon is terrifying. It is mastered by Shintoism and becomes a demon body, which is even more terrifying.

At this moment, the Yellow Spring Demon Dragon raised its tail and made a "bang" sound, like driving away a fly, shattering Naoto Nakamura's weapon.

"Why? How, how is it possible?"

"Hasn't you already surrendered? What happened?!"

"I have clearly obtained all the Yellow Spring Curse and all the secrets! Why is it still not possible!"

The Shinto team leaders knew that the chance of success was extremely low, and their faces were also very ugly at this time.

"Let me hear it all!" Yuan Qingsu said loudly.

Everyone calmed down and looked at him.

"The most basic thing about the demon body curse is that the power of the weapon can surpass the wreckage."

"What?!"

"How can a person exceed the monster's weapon? Absolutely impossible!"

In the light and shadow, the Huangquan Demon Dragon opened his mouth and swallowed Naoto Nakamura's weapon into his stomach.

"This is far from enough!" Yuan Qingsu's voice overwhelmed everyone.

He took out the red and black remains of Hakone Fire Dragon.

"Hakone Fire Dragon, I killed him hundreds of times until I couldn't hold on and by chance, I barely succeeded.

"The most powerful force of this Western dragon is the shackles. If you want to recover it, you must find the flaws of the shackles."

Speaking of this, Naoto Nakamura's body thuded and fell straight on the arena.

The remains of the Yellow Spring Demon Dragon were suspended on him.

The god's aura of the Yellow Spring spread like wildfire, and it was like a pair of hands, grabbing Naoto Nakamura and gradually wrapping him up.

Yuan Qingsu continued:

"When you are imprisoned and unable to move, the only thing you can do is commit suicide. The only thing the red and golden dragon cannot be imprisoned is death!"

The Shinto people looked at him in horror.

Even the official practitioners can't control their emotions and are unbelievable.

Whether it was killing Hakone Fire Dragon hundreds of times, or the inexplicable opportunity in the end, or the choice to commit suicide in the face of the red and golden dragon.

Who can do this?

It makes people feel cold on their backs.

Once the weapon dies, it means it is really dead. Who would have thought of suicide?

This is still the remains of the ‘machi-level’ monster.

Shintoism actually wanted to use the Yellow Spring Mantra to subdue the Yellow Spring Demon Dragon far above the "Chongqing Level"?

At this time, everyone finally understood why they could obtain the source of the remains of many monsters, and so far, they only had two monster bodies.

The godly aura of the Huangquan crawled on Naoto Nagamura's body like a flame, and finally swallowed him all.

The wreckage in Yuan Qingsu's hand also began to burst into neon lights.

The endless glorious light burst out suddenly; thousands of gods rose into the sky.

The strong wind whistled, the sea raised huge waves, and the rolling dark clouds gathered from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was shining and beautiful as a fairyland ice sculpture arena, as if it were the end of the world, and the sky was dark.

The neon lights no longer swelled and slowly disappeared. The Yellow Spring Demon Dragon, whom I just saw in the light and shadow, was now truly entrenched above everyone's heads.

Uncontrollable trembling.

His shoulders were shaking, he had difficulty breathing, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were almost falling out of his sockets.

More people were so scared that they held their heads and screamed desperately.

Just seeing the body of the Huangquan Demon Dragon, these people are going crazy.

The nine team leaders injected divine power into the formation spell.

The same is true for the official side.

A transparent film envelops the audience.

Just like a person who was almost suffocating at the bottom of the sea, he was pulled over to the Shanghai side at the last moment, and everyone was panting, frightened and scared.
To be continued...