Evil Emperor Zun

Chapter 239 Illusionary Rakshasa King

In the spirit world continent, there is such a legend.

The absolute king who dominates the entire continent, Rakshasa Xingjun, it is said that he can pass the sun and the moon with a flip of his hand, and destroy mountains with the flip of his palm.He is the first elite in this world to surpass the Nirvana Realm, and he has also let the majority of spiritual practitioners know that there are peaks above the original peak.

He is the idol of all martial arts practitioners, the embodiment of the heroic dream in their minds; it is said that his face is like a crown jade, and his eyes are like stars, attracting thousands of girls to give their hearts to countless;

He has the most extensive territory, the most abundant wealth, the most abundant resources, and the largest harem; passing through his birthplace along the way, the small villages on the border of the Dingtian Mountains, the Po Yue faction, and the Yixi Kingdom are all gone now. revered as holy places;

Everyone regards him as their entire belief, and it is a lifelong honor to be favored by him at a glance.He is not only a model of an era, but also an eternal master.

It is said that in order to select more powerhouses, Rakshasa Xingjun will hold a competition every five years on the Spirit World Continent.This can be called a feast of blood, his own slaughterhouse.Millions of people who come to participate in the competition will be gathered in a huge open-air square at the same time to fight each other. In the process, no matter what weapons and means are used, it is allowed.

This is not the end of the usual game, its duration can be long or short, but there is only one signal that marks its end, and that is to fight until there is only one living person left in the field.And that person, as the only winner of this match, will be summoned by Lord Rakshasa, and even has the qualification to challenge Lord Rakshasa.

If you perform well, you can also be absorbed into the Rakshasa Star Palace, that is, the super power established by the Rakshasa Star Lord himself, and get the best training.It is said that the Raksha Star Palace has never raised mediocrity. In the past, every strong person who came out of here has broken through to the Nirvana state. They are also the most loyal personal guard of the Raksha Star Lord.

Raksha Xingjun held it himself, coupled with huge benefits, this made this event the most popular event on the Spirit World Continent.Even if its death rate is as high as a terrible 99%, it can still attract countless latecomers to follow.

Right now, behind the long queue in the registration office hall, Afeng, a young boy with an immature face flushed with excitement, standing on tiptoe and looking forward, is exactly the challenger who dreams of being a hero. one.

"If you can stand out in this competition, you will be interviewed by Lord Rakshasa! Lord Rakshasa...a legendary figure..." A Feng silently clutched the registration card in his arms, and on the card was a His name was written stroke by stroke, as well as a bright smiling face of a young man.

"If I can really meet Lord Luosha Xing, then I will be a celebrity in our village in the future! The little black next door will never dare to bully me again, and my father can do it in front of those villagers who look down on him." From then on, I feel proud! And my mother..."

A Feng recalled the old mother who was suffering from illness day and night on the bed, and the expression in his eyes became a little more determined, "If I can see Lord Luosha Xing, I hope I can borrow a sum of money from him, so, mother The disease will be cured. Lord Rakshasa has great supernatural powers, and he can definitely do this little thing!"

As the line moved forward a few inches, Afeng vaguely heard the conversation of the two boys in the front row.

"Brother, is Lord Luosha Xing really powerful? Is he stronger than the Hercules in our village?" The boy on the left, who was slightly shorter, looked innocent.

"Idiot! Lord Luosha Xing is of course much stronger than that Hercules! He is the strongest in the entire spiritual world! Like a Hercules, he can overturn it with a single finger!"

Another boy who was slightly taller faced his younger brother's question, first he looked disdainful, and then when he talked about the strength of Raksha Xingjun, he suddenly raised a halo of pride, as if he was the Raksha Xing at the moment. Jun is the spokesperson in this arena.

"The strongest... so how strong is it? Is it stronger than the ruler of Yixi Kingdom?" The short boy bit his finger and looked troubled.

"Hmph, what two country bumpkins!" Before the tall boy could answer, another boy with a gloomy face also intervened, "Raksha Xingjun is the most powerful person in the world, he controls a large number of positions In front of him, no one is stronger than him! Like the strongman you mentioned, the ruler of a small country, all of them are not worthy of lifting his heels!"

"But, why on earth did Lord Luosha Xing formulate such competition rules?" While the two boys, one tall and one short, were digesting the huge amount of information, A Feng in the back row also took the initiative to come up, "Every There can only be one winner in a game, and if you lose, you will die. If you die, you will never see the birds and flowers in this world, and you will never feel the sunshine!"

"... Childish guy!"

The gloomy-faced boy was stunned for a moment, and soon he retorted more aggressively: "Even if we die for Lord Rakshasa, that is our honor! Anyway, I have thought clearly, and I know this about myself. It is impossible to win the championship with strength! But as long as I can see Lord Luosha with my own eyes, even if I die immediately! It is much better than living a mediocre life. Why, don’t you think so? ?”

Belief, even if it is a distorted belief, as long as one person starts to believe, it will still spread and spread rapidly among the people like a pervasive virus in the air.Until one day, black becomes white, wrong becomes right, good and evil are reversed, and justice ceases to exist. At that time, this poisonous fruit will ripen.

The few boys who were being tortured invisibly, but they didn't know it, nodded with a vague understanding.At this time, on the registration desk on the other side, the formulaic voice of the staff rang out: "Next, Afeng from XX Village. Afeng, is Afeng here?"

There was a lot of noise in the crowd, and they seemed to be complaining that Afeng, who had not shown up for a long time, delayed his registration time.The staff member was even more irritable. He picked up a piece of wood by the table and patted it, then raised his voice and shouted: "Afeng, is there such a person? If you don't come, you will be disqualified!"

In the back row of the line, a tall boy suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Afeng: "Dude, see if I'm calling you now?" They had passed each other's names in the conversation just now.It's just that the name "Afeng" is too common, and it's hard for the tall boy to tell.

Afeng, who came back to his senses, heard the extremely impatient "If you don't come, you will be disqualified", he quickly raised his hand high and shouted: "Hey! Here we are! Here it is !” At the same time, he rushed forward in a hurry.This journey naturally attracted a lot of supercilious looks.

After handing over the registration form to the staff for inspection, A Feng, who was lying on the corner of the table to register, saw clarity in his eyes.

"That's right! It's an honor to die for Lord Rakshasa!—"

***

On one side is the auditorium full of people, and on the other side is the increasingly empty arena.

The scorching sun is like a fire, burning hotly on the top of everyone's head.Not even the slight breeze can blow away the heat.

The same thing that couldn't be blown away was the pungent smell of blood in this field.

At this time, the competition has reached a fever pitch, and the championship battle is in full swing. There are fewer and fewer people still standing in the middle of the arena, and those who are still here are all covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the soles of their feet.And these survivors were carrying weapons and were rushing towards the next person they saw.

No one knows whether they will use the opponent's head to enrich the results of the battle in the next moment, or lie on the ground unconsciously like their previous ghosts, becoming the stepping stone of the only strongest person who walked out.

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

Except for the only ruler, they treat everyone, including their own lives, as humble.

When Lord Rakshasa appeared, everyone was overjoyed.That person seemed to be a born king, dressed in brocade clothes, and surrounded by a large number of well-dressed guards, he was slowly queuing out from a VIP passage outside the arena.

Every step he took was steady and powerful, and wisps of the power of law diffused around him, as if he was this world, or, this world was condensed in his body.

Words are the law, actions are the same. When he passed by, everyone felt unnatural fluctuations in the spiritual power in their bodies, and some were quick-eyed and quick-handed, and quickly comprehended the laws he released at will.

And then, under the envious eyes of everyone, surrounded by brilliance, these people broke through at least one level of realm in the shortest possible time.

People originally thought that when they saw the legendary character, they would be very excited and would wave and cheer frantically, but when they actually met him, they found that they couldn't do anything.They all fell into a silence, which was a kind of awe for the absolute strong, the real high mountain.Any noise is blasphemy, and all they can do is look at it with all their souls.

This arena has long been under the attention of Lord Luosha.He had heard all the cheers and discussions in the hall, all the loyalty to himself.Even under the sweep of spiritual consciousness, what I felt was waves of real worship.And these beliefs are also being continuously transformed into spiritual power, which is continuously absorbed into the sea of ​​consciousness by him.

Finally, under the gaze of all the people, Luosha Xingjun walked slowly to the king's seat in the first row and sat down.

He leaned on the table with one hand, propped his forehead lazily, and inspected the scene casually.When he got tired of watching, he summoned a few courtiers who were standing by respectfully, and asked lightly, "How is the quality of this year's contestants? Are there any outstanding ones?"

"Yes, there are indeed a few who have performed well, Your Majesty Xingjun, please take a look-" Several ministers on the side quickly took the list that had been prepared, and introduced it enthusiastically.Luosha Xingjun listened to a few words casually, and his gaze on the field gradually became erratic, as if a little emotion emerged.

"——This is the life I want. I am the strongest in the entire continent. I say one thing, and everyone must worship me! Although all this seems to come too easily, and, this world I don't know why, but it always gives me a very strange feeling..."

Luosha Xingjun's gaze scanned the sky above his head inch by inch. With his supreme vision, he could clearly see the scenery thousands of miles away.

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

Looking back, there are cheers in my ears. Those are people who respect him and embrace him wholeheartedly. Every breath of them is real, and all their enthusiasm is real.More importantly, their share of faith in themselves is true.

"In that case..." The corner of Luosha Xingjun's mouth slowly raised a wicked smile, "Whether this world is strange or not, as long as I am the supreme king, what else does it matter?"

Lord Luosha Xing leaned back in his chair contentedly, and continued to listen to his subordinates' reports on the contestants.

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

On the sun-drenched arena, the blood-soaked winner and the emperor of the Spirit World—Raksha Xingjun stood facing each other in the middle of the arena.

"Your Majesty Rakshasa Star, I don't want to challenge you, and I don't intend to enter the Rakshasa Star Palace. I just want to use this qualification to ask you a question. Is it okay?" Under the eyes of everyone, the young winner went straight. Looking at Lord Luosha Xing, he said this.

"Ask. This emperor allows you." Luosha Xingjun's gaze remained calm.Over the years, many questions have been asked of him, most of which are nonsense such as "His Majesty Xingjun, how can I become as powerful as you?"Although he would give a few words of symbolic encouragement on the surface, but in his heart, he often harbored a kind of superior contempt.

There are many teenagers with the dream of being a strong man, but how long and how far they can go on this road is a matter of two opinions.And Luosha Xingjun never believed that anyone is qualified to keep pace with him.

With preconceived ideas, Lord Luosha Xing didn't take this boy seriously at all.So what if he won the championship of this competition?In the future, he will just serve a senior subordinate of himself.

"Are you happy to organize such a competition?" The loudspeaker microphone has been turned on, and everyone is holding their breath at this moment. Although the boy's immature but still firm voice spread throughout the arena, it was clear reverberate in everyone's ears. "Have you lost so many innocent lives, do you really feel happy?"

(End of this chapter)