Versatile Mage: Are you going to let me play in the National Championship?

Chapter 103 One of the Seventy-Two Demonic Pillars of Solomon

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, that a mere ant would have a soul-falling stone from the underworld in his hand."

Staring at the dark stone pendant in his hand, Han Sheng laughed wildly.

Hearing this, Song Yaoguang's expression changed greatly.

You must know that this stone pendant is Song Yaoguang's biggest reliance.

And this fallen soul stone?

Is this thing called the Soul Fallen Stone?

Song Yaoguang was shocked. This was the first time he learned the name of this thing. From what he thought, this thing seemed to come from the underworld.

Song Yaoguang had many doubts in his mind, but now was not the time to consider this.

In an inconspicuous place, a black sphere was slowly spreading to Han Sheng's leg.

Looking at Song Yaoguang with a dead look on his face, Han Sheng's bloody eyes narrowed slightly.

The hand that wanted to take out the heart was completely put down at this time.

"Haha, the body nourished by the fallen soul stone is the best choice for my body. You should feel honored, ant."

Hearing this, Song Yaoguang couldn't help but cursed in his heart. This person seemed to want to take away his life!

We must not let him succeed!

Song Yaoguang sneered and said: "Rat hiding in the gutter, you will be shot to death by us strong humans again."

As he spoke, Song Yaoguang spat directly on Han Sheng's ferocious face.

The monster that had just completely absorbed Han Sheng's memory seemed to have completely understood human language.

In this way, Han Sheng naturally understood his provocation.

But after being demonized, Han Sheng ignored Song Yaoguang.

I saw his blood-red eyes staring at Song Yaoguang quietly, as if performing some kind of special ritual.

For a moment, Song Yaoguang was startled, feeling like something was invading his mind.

"You human beings have tried your best and failed to kill me. You ants don't seem to understand. As one of Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demons, you should feel honored. Give up resistance and surrender to me. , I will take you into this supreme palace."

These words seemed to have some kind of special spell, and Song Yaoguang felt extremely confused when listening to them.

At this moment, Song Yaoguang's eyes were dull, and his mind seemed to be gradually relaxing, and a dark blood-colored light shone in.

At this moment, Song Yaoguang's ideas, views and even dreams seemed to be shattered at this moment.

"Yes, that's it, that's it."

Looking at the dull Song Yaoguang, Han Sheng's tone became more urgent.

A ferocious afterimage gradually appeared on Han Sheng's body. This afterimage was almost exactly the same as what Song Yaoguang had seen on the mural before.

Terrible, ferocious, and incomprehensibly ugly.

Han Sheng slowly stretched out his arm and reached towards Song Yaoguang's head.

But suddenly.

There was an undercurrent surging in Han Sheng's legs.

Song Yaoguang's eyes suddenly became sharp.

I saw him instantly summoning magic, and dozens of dark chains under his feet suddenly locked towards Han Shen's body.

Han Sheng, who has a high degree of perception, has already noticed the changes in the dark atmosphere around him, but the distance is too close.

He did not choose to dodge, and allowed the black chains to wrap around his body. The chains were like black mambas, pinning Han Sheng firmly in place.

In the flash of lightning, Song Yaoguang's eyes glowed with silver.

Han Sheng was slightly stunned, but when he felt the fluctuations in the surrounding space.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

"You weren't hypnotized?"

"Haha, idiot, bye."

Song Yaoguang sneered and raised his arm instantly,

The surrounding space trembled violently.

Countless silver threads were swirling around the two of them.

"The power of dimension?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Han Sheng's face, and then he said: "You can't run away!"

"Haha, this is my business, so I won't bother you."

Song Yaoguang sneered, and his body disappeared out of thin air in front of Han Sheng's eyes. The moment Song Yaoguang disappeared, Han Sheng violently shook open the black chains wrapped around his body.

"You can't escape!"

Han Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the magic stone in his hand. He was quite happy in his heart.

Since he was sealed by the four strongest humans thousands of years ago, he has not experienced the demonic energy of the dark plane for a long time.

Han Sheng did not rush to chase Song Yaoguang but slowly walked to the three ancient corpses.

Looking at the three people's magical weapons, a giant sword, a bunch of copper coins, and the compass that he had just destroyed.

Han Sheng looked at it for a long time, his red eyes seeming to recall some past events.

A few minutes later, Han Sheng raised his arm slightly, and the copper coins and the giant sword slowly flew into his palm.

The palm of his hand condensed slightly, and the powerful force immediately crushed the giant sword and the bunch of copper coins into pieces.

"Let your descendants repay the price for thousands of years."

Han Sheng's face turned cold, his figure disappeared, and he came to the exit.

"what!"

As soon as Han Sheng stepped out, his body suddenly felt a severe burning sensation.

Under such circumstances, the blood around Han Sheng suddenly became a little richer, and he also took a few steps back like a conditioned reflex.

"what happened?"

Looking at his smoking arm, a hint of doubt appeared on Han Sheng's ferocious face.

So, he tentatively reached his hand into the exit again.

A burst of golden light swept towards Han Sheng's arm.

The strong burning sensation made him pull his hand back again.

Sensing something strange, Han Sheng glanced towards the cave at the exit.

I saw strange scriptures carved on the stone walls of the entire cave.

Looking at these scriptures, Han Sheng's face gradually turned gloomy.

My mind seemed to bring back a painful memory.

"Monster, go back to where you belong. This place does not belong to you, and it is not suitable for you."

Above the clouds in the temple, a monk wearing cassocks was staring with cold eyes at the evil-looking, ferocious-looking, winged monster in the distance.

I saw the monk floating in the air, surrounded by scriptures as big as golden bean dots. I don't know what kind of method he used.

The mountains and jungle rivers beneath the two of them were already devastated.

"Monk Jingshi, you have been dead for a thousand years, why are you still so haunted?"

Han Sheng's face turned colder as he recalled his thoughts, as if he already knew who had left these scriptures.

"Haha, but you don't think you can resist me just by relying on these words."

As he spoke, Han Sheng raised his palm, and with a flash of blood, Du Qing's body was immediately sucked in by an invisible suction force.

Looking at the lifeless corpse, Han Sheng's bloody eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his palm filled with blood with an expressionless expression.

A sharp look flashed across his face, and he thrust with one hand, right into the heart of Du Qing's body.

Swish!

Du Qing's heart was torn out along with many organs.

Looking at the still warm heart, Han Sheng licked his lips and swallowed it.

Then he waved his hand, and blood-red light bloomed in his palm.

In an instant, Du Qing's corpse in front of him was completely transformed into a mummy under the blood-red light.

A hint of enjoyment appeared on Han Sheng's face.

And his entire body seemed to have undergone some changes.

Every part of his body was covered with blood, and his heartbeat could even be heard faintly.

"How should Buddhism treat the human body?"

(End of this chapter)