I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 327 Mi Shen revives and follows his words.

"It can be a human being, or it can be a trick."

The answer under the golden mask made Zuo Xiantong's body shake violently several times, and a blurry shadow gradually became clear behind Zuo Xiantong.

It is the Zuo Protector.

He began to feel a little uneasy. After the other party answered his question, part of his power was taken away, and this was done before he was sure whether the answer was correct.

In other words, the other party has the power to ignore its own rules.

"Who are you!"

The figure controlling Zuo Xiantong spoke again and asked Zhang Jun a second question.

I saw the figure under the golden mask, with his left hand pointing to the sky and his right hand pointing to the ground: "I am me."

Zuo Xiantong frowned slightly. He felt a powerful force emanating from the figure under the golden mask, and it even began to affect his ability to control this body.

Who is this person and what is his origin?

How could there be such an existence in Shenxiang? ?

He even felt that the power of this guy was even more powerful than Bai Jun. It seemed that an ancient god was reviving quickly.

"Aren't you afraid of completely awakening Mi Shen by doing this?"

In the consciousness of the deity, Xue Haitang was sitting next to Zhang Jun, looking at the lotus flowers blooming in the lotus pond in front of him.

Without the suppression of the two people, especially with the help of Zhang Jun, the lotus became more and more lush, and the slender rhizomes began to spread outwards, extending into the void. With the help of the power of [Qingyuan Alien Species], the Holy Son was blessed. On the body.

No, to be precise, it was the blessing on the mask on his face.

As for the original deceitful god in the mask, it was swallowed up to nothing even the dregs were left the moment Mi Shen's power invaded.

At this moment, it is not so much Zhang Jun who is controlling the Holy Son, but Mi Shen's will controlling the Holy Son.

Zhang Jun made it clear that he wanted Mi Shen to be his forward.

But this is also what Xue Haitang is worried about.

"Let's take it one step at a time. Without the help of Mi Shen's ability, this clone would probably be lost here."

Zhang Jun attaches great importance to the clone of the Holy Son. At the same time, he also wants to see how far Shenxiang can be brought to Shenxiang with the help of Mi Shen's power.

Of course, the reason why I dare to do this is because this is just a clone.

The worst result is to destroy the clone of the Holy Son, but if it comes to this step, not even a single lotus in the lotus pond in front of me can be left behind.

Even if I try my best to damage my cultivation and dismantle Jianyi Mountain, I still want to eradicate this thing completely.

So this step is not only a game between Zhang Jun and Shenxiang, but also a test of Mi Shen.

After all, others used to play chess, and now that he is in the position of a chess player, he also wants to give it a try. The feeling of stirring up the wind and clouds with a snap of his fingers, it doesn't matter even if he loses, this is the goal he pursues.

With the blessing of Mi Shen's power, the aura of the Holy Son became more and more terrifying.

The masked smile on his face became even brighter.

In contrast, the shadow of Zuo Xiantong, who was controlling him, began to falter. Every time the guy in front of him answered a question, a force from somewhere robbed him of his sly power.

This feeling made him extremely bad. He originally wanted to use this to complete the reincarnation ceremony, allowing himself to gather the power of the Thousand Faces of the Weird God to complete the final step of advancement and become an existence like Lord Bai.

But now, facing this weird man in front of him, it just wants to leave this place as soon as possible.

Naihe ceremony has begun.

Even he didn't dare to interrupt rashly.

Thinking of this, Protector Zuo gritted his teeth, simply ignored this guy, turned around and walked in the direction of the others.

"you!"

I saw Protector Zuo controlling the body of Zuo Xiantong in front of him and coming to a villager wearing a garland and asking: "When you entered the house yesterday, should you go in with your left foot first or with your right foot?"

The villager raised his head and thought for a moment: "It must be the left foot."

"Wrong, you didn't go home yesterday!"

Guardian Zuo reached out and pulled off the villager's mask. The moment the mask was torn off, the villager's face was torn open.

After hanging the mask on himself, Guardian Zuo immediately felt that a lot of his lost strength had been replenished.

He looked fearfully in the direction of the Holy Son. When he saw that there was no movement from the other party, he immediately went to look for other prey.

Not long after, there were already more than a dozen masks hanging on his body.

The originally light and fluttering shadow has almost condensed into a solid form.

From the beginning to the end, there was still no movement from the Holy Son's side, as if he was frozen in this period of time like everyone else.

But the premise is to ignore the abyss-like eye sockets in the mask. Even without the eyes, Protector Zuo can still feel a frivolous and even expectant gaze staring at him.

This feeling of being stared at is like a ferocious tiger quietly watching its prey.

The reason why he didn't take action seemed to be that he wanted to wait until the prey was fatter.

In this way, new masks continued to hang on his body. With each additional mask, the shadow of Zuo Protector became more substantial, and the aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

Zuo Xiantong, who was controlled by him, was now contaminated by the mysterious power, and black herpes began to appear on his body.

These herpes were originally only the size of a grain of rice, but in the blink of an eye, these herpes were as big as the mouth of a bowl.

A handsome guy who used to be fair and fair, is now miserable.

This scene made everyone outside the arena grimace, especially the disciples of Shenxiao Sect, who all sighed inwardly and did not dare to look directly.

"Auntie, is Fairy Boy unable to hold on any longer?"

Behind the auditorium, two women sat on chairs and silently watched the scene in front of them.

The girl on the left covered her eyes and did not dare to look.

He turned around and asked the aunt beside him.

The woman was dressed in plain clothes, but she was wearing a jade belt that only Shenxiao Sect elders could carry. After hearing this, the woman just sighed and did not answer.

Although Zuo Xiantong is the most qualified disciple of Shenxiao Sect in recent years, as long as he joins the Taoism, he can be trained as his successor in the future.

But things in the world are impermanent, and his technique is too special, requiring only innate energy to enter the Tao.

If not, how could Zuo Xiantong take risks in such a place with his qualifications and identity.

Looking at the girl beside her who was crying so hard, the woman felt uncomfortable and could only hold the girl's hand: "I am waiting in this space to survive, because life and death are uncertain."

"Not to mention fairy children, so what if they are the proud ones who were in the limelight back then? In a battle to control beasts, there is no way to die without a burial place. Even you and I will one day be like this."

Having said this, the woman seemed to have recalled something sad. She looked in the direction of the Wusheng Gate out of the corner of her eye, but quickly looked back.

While the two were talking, an exclamation suddenly came from the audience, causing everyone's eyes to focus on the arena again.

"Look, if we are about to take action, the son of the Holy Path may not be able to hold on this time."

Everyone looked up.

I saw that Protector Zuo's divine body had been completely stabilized, and his whole body was covered with various masks. Each mask seemed to be re-injected with life at this moment, and the faces came with painful wailing sounds.

The huge body stood tall in the sky and earth, standing behind Zuo Xiantong like a demon, exuding a strange and unexplainable air flow from his whole body. Before the person arrived, he was howling in pain, and questions mixed with all kinds of negative emotions were already flooding in like a tide.

"There are so many things in the world that you cannot love, and so many resentments in the world that are just the smallest amount of resentment. I hate you so much in my heart. Do you have any solution?"

"It hurts, it hurts. I just want to live. Why am I the one who dies? Why?"

"Hey, what does the Son of the Holy Path smell like? His flesh and blood must be very delicious. Tell me, should I eat it fried or roasted?"

"Mine, mine, everything is mine! Your heart, liver, spleen, and lungs are yours!"

The face hanging on the left protector's body asked various questions. Every time a question came, there was a billowing of strange auras squirming around. These strange auras began to gather into a big mountain hanging over the head of the Holy Son.

As long as he moves his lips next, even if he can answer one question, if there are no answers to other questions, this huge mysterious energy will tear him into pieces in an instant.

Facing the demon-like figure in front of him, the smile on the golden mask became even brighter.

When the empty eye sockets were raised, a burst of loud laughter came from under the mask.

The huge laughter was deafening, causing the surroundings to ripple with strange energy and the void to explode.

Even the strange mountain-like thing hanging above his head exploded in laughter.

"This guy's awake!"

In Zhang Jun's consciousness, Xue Haitang's heart tightened.

The thousands of flowers in the lotus pond in front of her are becoming more and more brilliant. Even if she could usually suppress them by raising her hand, at this moment, when the ray of consciousness in the lotus begins to revive, even a person like her is nervous and dare not There's not the slightest carelessness.

Zhang Jun took a deep breath and clenched his fingers tightly into fists. This move was very risky for him, but it was just as he had thought before.

The worst result is to destroy the clone of the Holy Son, then surrender and go back in despair.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The laughter grew louder and louder, and the surrounding area of ​​Shenxiang began to tremble crazily. Cracks appeared in the entire void, and the entire universe began to tremble. This land of void seemed to be destroyed.

As if this laughter was the answer and the source of everything, a look of fear appeared on Protector Zuo's face.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized something was wrong. The existence of this guy in front of him seemed to be far beyond his expectation.

In an instant, Protector Zuo suddenly remembered something.

That was after the last riot at Praying Lake and Mr. Bai personally took action.

Since coming back that time, although Bai Jun said nothing, he would occasionally recite a strange name.

Mi Shen.

And he was muttering something unclear to himself.

As the most loyal guard of Bai Jun, he also tried to ask Bai Jun why, but Bai Jun just said lightly: "It's just a guy who can never truly come to the world."

"Is it him?"

Apart from this, Protector Zuo seemed to have no idea that anyone else in this world could have such a powerful force and be able to turn against the enemy and ignore his own rules.

It was at this moment that the laughter suddenly stopped.

Lotus flowers began to grow on the body of the Holy Son. When each lotus flower bloomed, a loud voice began to ripple above the divine land.

"When I come to this world, all the heavens and all the sentient beings in the tens of billions of motes of dust will be at ease and at ease when they recite my name."

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The ground exploded, and lotus flowers tore through the void.

Each lotus is like a world, full of peace.

But each lotus flower was filled with endless aura of destruction, and as the huge rhizomes began to spread, they penetrated into the earth and the void. For a moment, the entire Shenxiang seemed to tremble under the lotus rhizomes.

"When I come into the world, all evil and good will be destroyed."

The Holy Son raised his arms and clasped his hands together under the golden mask, exuding an apricot-yellow aura.

Two rays of golden light flashed out of those empty eye sockets, as if they were piercing through the world. With one glance, he could clearly see the location of the deity hiding in the left protector.

That was the top of the mountain where Shenxiang Baijun lived. Under a ball of white flames, there were the shrines of a number of strange gods.

Just one glance caused Protector Zuo to feel the stinging pain of being burned by flames all over his body.

Now he didn't dare to hesitate at all, let out a strange cry, and got into Zuo Xiantong's body, trying to forcefully complete the ritual and make himself come in the strongest posture.

But the Holy Son just raised his palm indifferently and pointed at Zuo Xiantong. The next moment, lotus flowers bloomed from Zuo Xiantong's skin.

The Zuo Protector who originally poured into Zuo Xiantong's body was instantly torn apart by a force and was instead sucked into those lotus flowers.

"When I came into the world, there was a catastrophe in the world, everything was destroyed, and the Buddha Dharma was exhausted. I should establish the world by killing."

"Killing a person becomes a pillar, destroying a country becomes a vajra, and destroying a world becomes a world honor.

The Three Thousand World Honored Ones in the Three Thousand Worlds will destroy all the heavens and reopen the earth, wind, water, and fire, and they can realize the supreme path and fruit. "

Bursts of ancient scriptures mixed with strange and unexplainable grandeur rippled in the void.

At this time, the strange energy originally accumulated by Protector Zuo was completely absorbed by the surrounding lotus flowers, and then poured into the Holy Son in a steady stream.

"How is this going??"

At this time, on the top of the mountain far away from Shenxiang, the elders of the Holy Path also noticed something unusual.

The holy monk rushed out of the tent immediately. When he saw the bright golden light flashing in the originally white world in the distance, the holy monk Gujing Wubo's face suddenly showed a look of shock.

"Buddha Dharma? Amitabha, is this the Dharma of my Buddhism? But what exactly is this scripture? Why have I never heard of it??"

Everyone was surprised at first when they saw the holy monk muttering to himself and losing his composure, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt relieved.

In today's world, deceit is prevalent.

Buddhism has declined and is almost extinct. Even though the lineage of holy monks has preserved some Buddhist scriptures with the help of the relics of gods, those scriptures are too few.

Nowadays, there is a new Buddhist teaching. It is no wonder that the holy monk is so excited.

"Look, there seems to be a big problem over there in Shenxiang. Could it be... that it was the Holy Son and the others who did it?"

Someone started to speculate carefully.

But this sentence was rejected by the holy monk: "It's impossible. The Holy Son has already been controlled by the devil's tricks. How could it be possible that he did it."

When these words came out, there was no look of surprise on everyone's faces. It turned out that as early as when the treasure house was opened, the Holy Monk had suspected that the Holy Son was not the original Holy Son.

But after repeated inspections, no evidence was found, so we had to give up.

But he had already determined that there was something wrong with the Holy Son and had informed the leader about this matter. Otherwise, how could he have let the Holy Son lead the team, knowing that after entering Shenxiang, there would be no return.

"No matter what, hurry up, prepare for the great formation of the heavens. Since there are changes in Shenxiang, we should take action!"

The holy monk doesn't care whether the time has come or not. In his eyes, this is the best time to wipe out all the evil spirits in Shenxiang.

(End of this chapter)