Chapter 374 Who else? !
The first demon fighting arena.
According to legend, this was the arena created by the original demon who descended upon the world countless years ago for the sinners under his command. Any monster that disobeyed the original demon would be labeled a sinner and thrown into the arena to fight, and only one could come out alive.
The other monsters would just watch and have fun, because this kind of bloody and exciting duel is in line with the nature of monsters.
Later, with continuous sacrifices and refinements, this fighting arena became a magical weapon that could be compared to immortal weapons and was passed down to later generations.
The reason why the Wooden King asked for this magical weapon was because...
"Under the rules of this fighting arena, Fuhuang's demon body is invincible." He looked at Jiang Yirong with a pair of cross-eyed eyes, "Are you... ready to save yourself?"
The white-robed monk opposite him had an indifferent expression, as calm as an ancient well. He clasped his hands together and looked at him quietly.
Fuhuang Demon Body recalled some memories and muttered, "I feel annoyed when I see handsome guys like you..."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his fist, gathering strength throughout his body, and a black mist rose up with every breath.
"I am coming."
Bang——
When the speed of the body was extremely fast, the sound in the air was no longer the sound of wind, but a series of explosions. In an instant, Fuhuang's demonic body appeared in front of Jiang Yirong!
Jiang Yirong's reaction was equally quick. He took a step back almost the moment Fuhuang's demon body moved.
But it's just one step.
The laws of the outside world seem to be ineffective here, or rather... the act of avoiding is ineffective.
Is it really just a matter of taking it head-on? He quickly changed his tactics, raised his hands to the sky, and formed a complicated seal in seconds.
call out.
When Fuhuang's powerful punch, which was shrouded in black mist, was about to land on Jiang Yirong, a golden shadow appeared around him in time and enveloped him intactly.
Golden body Dharma image.
In Buddhism, there is something similar to immortal arts, which can only be manifested by Buddhist practitioners who have reached the Tongtian realm or above, and it has the power of Vajra's indestructibility.
Boom! There was no brilliance or magical power, just the simplest and most direct punch, hitting the golden body.
The Dharma image displayed by Jiang Yirong could almost be said to be the most powerful Dharma image in the world, and its strength was almost as good as the golden body of Arhat.
but……
Fuhuang's demonic body was the strongest physical body in the world before.
A punch landed, and after a roar, a crackling sound gradually rang out...
Irregular cracks began to appear on the surface of the golden body, spreading rapidly, and then suddenly broke apart!
Jiang Yirong's complexion was no longer as bright and radiant as before, but instantly turned pale. It was obvious that he had suffered considerable damage from the punch.
"Hahaha……"
Fuhuang Demon Body laughed and took a few steps back.
"This is the first time I've used this body to attack with all my strength. This powerful feeling of strength... is truly fascinating."
Even the Wooden King himself was shocked. You know, this was a body that had been dead for 500 years, and he had not yet mastered the full power of this body.
It is hard to imagine what kind of trouble Chen Fuhuang must have caused five hundred years ago.
Jiang Yirong could feel that the restrictions on him by the rules of the fighting arena had been lifted and he had regained the power to attack.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his boiling blood and energy, and suppressed all the injuries he had just suffered.
Because he realized that every strike here was crucial. In a duel between masters, victory or defeat depended on a hair's breadth, and he must not let his recent injury affect the strength of his attack.
He suddenly closed his eyes and began to chant a series of scriptures in a low voice, while his hands kept moving. A faint torrent of breath gathered around him.
Fuhuang Demon's expression also became serious.
This is by no means a small fight.
call--
As Jiang Yirong's seals changed more and more, a circle of black light suddenly appeared under the feet of Fuhuang's demon body, and the sound of a ghost wailing could be heard faintly from it.
This doesn't look like the magical power displayed by a Buddhist monk at all! Fuhuang's demon body was also slightly suspicious, and seemed to want to raise his body.
But due to the rules of the fighting arena, he could not escape the scope of this magical power no matter what.
Then, Jiang Yirong opened his eyes.
"Avici Hell..."
"open!"
Bang! The moment his sight fell on the Fuhuang Demon Body, the circle of black light suddenly filled up and turned into a dark hole. Countless long arms stretched out from the hole and all grabbed the Fuhuang Demon Body!
They want to drag him into hell! Jiang Yirong's eyes were determined.
This is the secret killing technique passed down in the Yunfu Temple. Every time it is used, the victim will be killed, so it is listed as an absolutely forbidden technique.
If it weren't for this situation, he would not be willing to use such a forbidden technique that would harm the harmony of nature.
“H——”
Fuhuang's demon body roared, and tried to raise his body another ten feet higher! But countless pale arms also stretched out, and countless voices below were screaming, wailing, and calling for him to go down and accompany them!
"ah……"
The laws of heaven and earth have been written. Even if there is a force of tens of millions of kilograms, how can it be violated? Fuhuang's body was dragged down inch by inch, and Jiang Yirong's forehead began to roll out thick beads of sweat. It seemed that maintaining this state of opening the door was also a great consumption for him.
boom--
Finally, after a long struggle, Fuhuang's body was dragged down into the abyss by countless arms! What awaited him was an endless purgatory! Jiang Yirong flipped his hands and the dark door slammed shut.
The arena returned to calm.
He let out a breath.
It's over? Just as this thought came to mind, there was a slight movement in the air.
It seemed like the sound of something breaking.
Kala--
Just like a glass mirror being broken, the space in front of him suddenly had strange cracks, and then shattered in an instant! The violent Fuhuang demon body rushed out from the darkness again, accompanied by arrogant laughter! "Hahaha! Avici Hell, what can you do to me?"
"Even with this body, I can still break through!"
So arrogant!
A pair of cockfighting eyes were full of arrogance! Jiang Yirong's face was neither sad nor happy. Although the attack he had been preparing for a long time failed, he did not seem to be upset at all.
“Come on!”
Fuhuang's demon body shouted and flew forward again, leaving only a bang on the spot! Boom——
Without further ado, the second punch!
Jiang Yirong's strongest defense was his golden body, which had been shattered by the opponent before. At this moment, he could only hold up one palm and slowly push it out.
call--
A huge golden palm suddenly stretched between the two.
Then, Fuhuang Demon's second punch landed fiercely.
Boom! The fists and palms collided.
The entire arena was shaking.
In the endless years of the past, there may have been few battles here that were so shocking.
The sky and the earth changed color, and then suddenly became quiet.
Tick-tock, tick-tock…
The crisp sound of water drops was heard.
Looking over, the white-robed monk's robe turned bright red.
This punch broke the defense.
The huge golden palm had disappeared, and Jiang Yirong's flesh palm blocked Fuhuang's demon body's fist.
But blood still flowed from his lips, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
"Hahaha! Do you still have the strength? Come on!"
The demon body of Fuhuang seemed to become more and more courageous as the battle went on. He retreated and shouted to challenge others.
He was now more and more convinced that the rules of the First Demon Arena were created for him. In a one-on-one duel, the Fuhuang Demon Body that could resist and fight was invincible!
Jiang Yirong frowned slightly, then clapped his hands together and concentrated on casting the spell again.
But this time, it was not Fuhuang's demon body that showed abnormality, but himself.
With a loud bang, a raging fire suddenly burst out around his white clothes. The red-gold flames instantly enveloped his body, and in an instant, the blazing flames burned his body!
Instead of attacking his enemies, he was burning himself.
The raging fire dyed the clothes white.
"This is……"
Fuhuang's demon body didn't understand his moves for a moment and looked doubtful.
But the next second he saw Jiang Yirong's figure gradually faded in the flames.
Want to escape? But in the Demon Arena, no one can leave alive...
Next, Jiang Yirong gave the answer with his own actions. He did not leave alive, but actually burned himself to death! And left behind a golden light spot.
Relics! Fuhuang flew over, held up the relic, and said thoughtfully: "Could it be the legendary Nirvana technique, to be reborn after being put to death?"
A ray of light suddenly appeared in the dome, and golden light shone on him.
anyway……
"I win." A smile appeared on his face.
"Even if he escapes using the Nirvana technique, his vitality must be seriously damaged. If he dares to stop me at this moment, it will not be difficult to kill him."
"Hahaha……"
The triumphant laughter resounded throughout the arena once again, and he did have reason to be proud.
After all, Jiang Yirong was the second best in the world. If he defeated the second best, then what would he be? Thinking of this, Fuhuang Moku couldn't help but want to compete with Tong Wudi.
"Haha..." After laughing, facing the empty arena, he let out a lawless roar.
"Who else?!"
(End of this chapter)
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