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Chapter 112 Five Prisons Rashomon!

Genting Plaza.

A vast and powerful force, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, swept across all directions.

Qin Mo was like a lone boat, swaying in the wind and rain, and could capsize at any time.

Outside the court, Nangong Ying, Nangong Li and others all had solemn expressions on their faces.

If they and Qin Mo were to change positions, it would be difficult to compete with this force.

As for the ordinary disciples, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Yuan Jianyi, Su Zhe and other members of the Sword Alliance all looked pale and desperate.

They could probably guess that Qin Mo would definitely die.

That unwillingness and resentment fill everyone's heart.

But no matter how unwilling they are, the result cannot be changed.

"Junior Brother Qin, it was me who harmed you..."

Yuan Jianyi felt extremely regretful.

He wished he could die in Qin Mo's place.

Anyway, he is already a useless person, but Qin Mo still has a bright future.

"Nangong Hao, do you think you can suppress me by swallowing the Violent Pill?"

Qin Mo had a serious look on his face, with a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

After being promoted to Grand Master, his spiritual roots developed a second time and became more than twice as powerful as before.

If he fights to the death and activates the full potential of his twin spiritual roots, he may not be incapable of fighting.

Emperor Qin used divine magic to resurrect humans and dead people, flesh and white bones, and achieve nirvana and rebirth.

Qin Mo's basic skills are already among the best in Beiling Continent.

In addition, he has cultivated the Nine Meridians Holy Body, and his potential is endless.

Even though the opponent swallowed the Violent Pill and briefly controlled the mana, Qin Mo's fighting spirit remained unabated.

He also wants to know, after being promoted to Grand Master, where will his limit be?

"Nangong Hao, please come over here!"

Qin Mo looked up to the sky and roared.

boom!

The two spiritual roots are operating, pushing the power to the extreme.

A burst of tyrannical Qi suddenly burst out.

Genting Plaza was shaken again.

Click——

Because the explosion was so violent, the floor under Qin Mo's feet could not bear the huge force and suddenly exploded.

Cracks spread rapidly around.

The entire arena was cracked!

The great formation that enveloped the arena flashed with brilliance and fluctuated violently.

Qin Mo's momentum was like a wild dragon on the seabed, suddenly rushing out of the water, causing the world to turn upside down.

Even Nangong Hao's magical aura was crushed back.

The auras of both sides collided fiercely.

Sizzling...

Countless electric currents were flowing around, exploding in all directions.

If it weren't for the large formation barrier, the disciples on the sidelines would definitely be affected.

"Qin Mo actually relied on the power of his spiritual roots to resist Nangong Hao's magical aura?"

Nangong Li took a deep breath.

This scene simply broke his cognition.

"Zhenqi can compete with mana. How strong is this kid's spiritual root?"

Nangong Ying's pretty face turned pale, and her eyes fluctuated violently.

There is a huge gap in the form of power between true energy and mana.

This is just like inner strength and true energy are not on the same level.

Body-refining warriors cultivate internal strength.

The Xiantian Grandmaster cultivates true energy.

Only Tongxuan monks can control magic power.

Three forms of power, transforming layer by layer and upgrading step by step.

The gap is almost insurmountable.

So when people saw Qin Mo using his true energy to defeat Nangong Hao's magical power, they were immediately dumbfounded.

"This son's spiritual root is actually so powerful? Could it be the legendary Holy Spirit root?"

Finally, a clan elder couldn't help but yelled.

"Holy Spirit Root?"

The other people all frowned.

This assumption is so absurd and ridiculous.

"Holy Spirit Root? Nonsense."

Some people shook their heads and sneered.

"The Holy Spirit root is a rare occurrence in a hundred thousand years. Perhaps, the Holy Spirit root does not exist in this world at all."

Even Nangong Xun immediately rejected this statement.

He is obsessed with cultivation, and his research on spiritual roots is far beyond ordinary people.

Something like the Holy Spirit Root only appeared in Emperor Qin 80,000 years ago.

After the fall of Emperor Qin, the roots of the Holy Spirit disappeared.

Because the root of the Holy Spirit is a gift from God, it can only be passed down from generation to generation.

It is completely impossible to cultivate a Holy Spirit root later on.

"Qin Mo's spiritual root is indeed weird, but in my opinion, it should be a mutated spiritual root with multiple attributes. If this kind of spiritual root fully explodes, it may not be unable to compete with mana."

Nangong Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to see through Qin Mo's secret.

Then, he snorted coldly, "Besides, Nangong Hao's magic power doesn't belong to him in the first place, so he doesn't control it."

Nangong Hao's magic power only controls his form, not his spirit.

In other words, he will only use this brute force.

The true essence of mana lies in flexibility and understanding the nature of heaven.

The unity of spirit and form is the true control of mana.

Therefore, it is completely reasonable for Qin Mo to be able to compete with Nangong Hao.

only.

All this once again exceeded Nangong Hao's expectations.

He originally thought that once his magic power came out, he would be able to easily crush Qin Mo, just like killing a chicken or a dog.

But he never expected that Qin Mo would be so tenacious that he could actually compete with him.

Nangong Hao even wondered if he had taken a fake violent pill?

"Haha, hahaha..."

But at this time, Nangong Hao actually smiled instead of being angry.

Laughing like crazy, laughing proudly.

"Little beast, this is probably your limit, right? Do you see a glimmer of hope?"

Nangong Hao stood in the void, condescending and extremely arrogant.

The way he looked at Qin Mo was like looking at an ant, full of pity and amusement.

"Little beast, I will give you a little hope first, and then I will send you to the eighteenth level of hell, and let you die with hatred. This is so interesting, hahaha..."

Nangong Hao looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Qin Mo's stubborn resistance also aroused his interest.

At this moment, it's time to reveal the last trump card.

"The Five Hells Rashomon!"

Nangong Hao shouted loudly.

laugh……

A bloody light burst out from above his head, and boundless evil energy exploded out.

A ten-foot-tall stone gate with flashing divine patterns appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

On the top of this stone gate, there are carved the heads of the five great Shura, all of them are extremely ferocious, swallowing the sky and the earth.

It is said that each of these Shura controls a purgatory and suppresses hundreds of millions of living beings.

Once you are pulled into this door, it is like falling into purgatory, where there is no daylight.

Even many Tongxuan monks are very afraid of the Five Hells Rashomon.

Many elders and deacons of the Nangong family were all shocked by this aura and were extremely frightened.

"The Five Hells Rashomon? Isn't this Nangong Lie's magic weapon?"

The clan elders were shocked.

No one thought that Nangong Lie would lend this treasure out.

It can be seen how much he hates Qin Mo.

"It's no longer possible. Qin Mo will definitely die. The Rashomon of the Five Prisons is a middle-grade mysterious weapon. It can kill even a Tongxuan monk, let alone a mere Qin Mo."

Nangong Ying shook her head and said.

She was originally quite optimistic about Qin Mo.

Although everyone has different positions, she would rather Qin Mo win than a villain like Nangong Hao.

It's okay not to have a dishonorable victory.

It's a pity that Nangong Hao owns the Rashomon of the Five Prisons. With this great killing weapon, Qin Mo has no chance of survival.

Even Nangong Xun and other senior officials no longer have any expectations.


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