Chapter 275 Subdue Ming Yaozi and obtain the complete imperial scriptures ''
: "Brother, Chu Xiu is obviously letting off steam."
Zhou Yu muttered.
: "These people on the field are far inferior to me in strength, but they can fight with him a few times."
: "That night, I was almost cut to death by his sword."
:'I still know his strength very well.'
Speaking of this, my body couldn't help but tremble.
That night was definitely the biggest nightmare of his life.
Zhou Yi touched his chin and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Use Taiyi's body's natural eye skills.
The left eye is a yin fish, and the right eye is a yang fish, rotating rapidly.
A moment later.
The Yin Yang fish disappears.
:"I see."
: "Brother, you can see the difference."
Zhou Yi nodded and thought to himself, Holy Son Taisu's strength is getting stronger.
Ye Hongyu's passionate voice spread throughout the arena.
: "Haha, the Holy Son is indeed the Holy Son, he is really too strong."
: "Now there is only one last challenger left."
: "He is a poison master."
: "He is Dong...Du."
The short and ugly figure dodged a few times and entered the arena.
: "Everyone can place bets."
: "The competition will begin after one hundred breaths."
Dong Du's small mung bean-like eyes turned as he looked at "Chu Xiu" and transmitted the message secretly.
"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, the 400,000 divine essence stones promised afterwards..."
The puppet Chu Xiu said nothing and just nodded.
Dong Du grinned, revealing his bright yellow teeth.
...
: "It's so cool. I've made almost 50,000 Divine Essence Stones."
: "I made close to forty thousand."
: "Quickly, quickly place your bet, and continue to buy Taisu Shengzi to win."
: "Earn tens of thousands more and round it all up, hahaha, this trip was not in vain."
With a smile on his face, Zhou Yi raised his hand to stop his younger brother who wanted to place a bet.
: "Don't bet on this one."
Zhou Yu knew that his elder brother had seen some clues, so he didn't ask the reason in detail. He waved the waiter away and waited to see what happened.
The final battle.
Everyone wants to earn the last wave of flash people.
So the betting is crazy.
Some people who were still waiting and watching were also affected by the atmosphere and placed bets one after another.
One hundred breaths passed quickly.
The competition begins.
Dong Du waved his sleeves, and boom~ a thousand-meter wave of purple poison/smoke surged out, hitting Chu Xiu hard.
Many people in the audience changed their minds.
Such a poison is so powerful that if ordinary magical powers are affected, they will probably die on the spot.
: "He was able to reach the third place on the Qianlong list back then, and he was truly worthy of his reputation..."
: "Although he is a bit ugly, he is really strong."
In everyone's conversation.
The figure of the puppet Chu Xiu also moved.
His feet were trampled on the secret script, his black hair was flying, and he was as fast as a ghost.
Dongdu stepped on the poisonous mist in the air and retreated backwards. At the same time, he used poisonous skills to force him to be unable to get close.
The two chased and escaped.
The entire arena was soon completely enveloped in poisonous smoke.
I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, I could only hear a loud muffled sound.
Fortunately, there is a prohibition protection here, which traps the poisonous smoke in the field. Otherwise, if so much poisonous smoke pours out, it will be a disaster.
: "The advantages of a closed venue are too great for poison cultivators." Someone said with lingering fear.
.....
The battle lasted for several quarters of an hour.
The poisonous fog gradually dissipated.
Dongdu's figure appeared, with a bruised nose and swollen face, his right arm was broken and hanging, blood dripping down his fingertips...he was breathing heavily.
The green bean-like eyes were full of shock.
In the Dao Palace realm, his Dongdu is considered very powerful, but he is also a poison cultivator, and he is still in such a confined space.
Here, he even had the confidence to kill several magical monks.
And when fighting Chu Xiu, he definitely didn't give in.
But he never expected to be chased and seriously injured by Saint Taisu.
Gradually, Chu Xiu's figure also appeared.
The skin exposed to the air turns blue and purple, and you can tell at a glance that the poisoning is very deep...
: "Your Highness the Holy Son, this poison..."
Dongdu hasn't finished speaking yet.
Everyone was shocked to find that Saint Son Taisu's skin and flesh were festering and falling off...
snap...
snap...
After a while, a humanoid skeleton made of metal appeared in front of everyone.
The lines on the bones flickered and then went out. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm
It shook a few times and finally fell down.
:"this...."
The audience was stunned.
Boom~
Immediately there was an uproar, and the discussion sounded like a wave.
: "Damn...this is a spiritual puppet. Could it be that Holy Son Taisu has been using the spiritual puppet to fight?"
: "Incredible, incredible..."
: "How strong he is... He used a puppet to fight against ten of the best in the same realm, and he was still able to win."
Ye Hongyu blinked, knowing that it was his time to perform.
He exclaimed: "Why is this happening? Why doesn't Saint Taisu appear in person? Is there any hidden worries..."
: "How to judge the outcome of this battle? Will the Holy Son Taisu win, or will Dongdu win?"
Ji Yaoxue and Ji Yao stood by the window, both looking ugly...
Suddenly.
Golden energy and blood soared into the sky like wolf smoke.
Boom...
Boom...
Boom...
Accompanied by violent shaking and heavy footsteps.
Chu Xiu, who was wearing a black robe and fair skin, walked out step by step along the stairs.
Every time he took a step, the floor under his feet was cracked... His hair was crazy... The air around him couldn't bear the pressure of the Holy Body, and was trembling and distorting.
: "This...gudong~" A monk in the magical power realm swallowed hard, his eyes full of horror.
: "This is Saint Taisu...what a powerful aura."
: "There's something wrong with him."
: "Well, it seems that I can't control my violent power."
Under everyone's gaze, Chu Xiu walked up to the high platform, leaving behind a row of footprints of different shades...
That's a floor made of black iron...
You are as fragile as mud under his feet!!
All the monks were horrified and silent.
Cough lightly,
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Chu Xiu looked around, with a smile as bright as the sun on his face, and spoke slowly.