Divine Selection System: Make Choices, Be Stronger

At this time, the blood rose completely ignored how wonderful the expression of the blood hand was.

She just stood quietly, her beautiful eyes full of worry.

"Ye can, I put all my hopes on you..."

In the duel arena of hell killing ground, with ye can coming on stage, the originally gray stone pillars are rendered bright red, and the thick red liquid flows down the stone pillars.

"Look, what's that, blood?"

"This... Is this a sign of killing God?"

"It's only a hundred years since the God of killing came out. It's less than 50 years since the last God of killing came out of the capital of killing! How can it be so fast!"

The soldiers under the stage were noisy.

An old man in strange clothes walked forward slowly, and the light from the purple moon just shone on him.

"Welcome all the soldiers of the capital of killing to our great hell killing ground!" the old man said excitedly in his voice, "let's wait and see if our hammer soldiers can become the youngest killing God in the history of the capital of killing today!"

"Hammer!"

"Hammer!"

“……”

Dark law enforcer hall.

The magic eye is running murderous Qi to nourish the star cutting magic blade in his hand. He is in a bad mood.

That day, Tang Qian couldn't help getting angry at a little thing, and said she would never want to meet again... Although the little girl's temper was hard to figure out, the magic eye with limited endurance could not deal with the savage princess who turned her face faster than the book.

In addition, the purple moon changes more and more obviously, which is an ominous signal.

Suddenly, a strong wind came, and the magic eye quickly grasped the magic blade and was vigilant around.

Murderous waves appeared in the open hall. An old man in white cloth clubbed his crutch and slowly revealed it.

"Is it you?!" the magic blade in the magic eye's hand was tighter.

"Magic eye, long time no see." the old man slowly opened his mouth and smiled a little more on his face.

"Master ascetic, don't you want to catch up with me at this time?" the magic eye stared at the people in the hall.

"Hehe, think carefully. You have been the executioner of the king of killing for 30 years. How have you been these years?" the old man ignored the murderous spirit of the other party, took out the wine pot hung on his waist, pulled the plug and drank a mouthful of wine.

The magic eye frowned, "did you come all the way to tease me?"

"Of course not!"

"Oh? Is it for your good disciple?" the magic eye said and looked at the hole in the hall and the three wooden stakes below instead of the pillars.

The one who can do such things, needless to say, is ye can!

"If I guess correctly, this pillar is your good disciple. Have you moved away?"

The old man looked surprised, but he didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, he praised, "this boy really has extraordinary skills."

Can a soul sect steal pillars in the law enforcer hall?

"There are some superior soul bones in this pillar." magic eye stood up from his seat and slowly moved to the hole.

"Just a few soul bones, why be so stingy." the old man said with a smile, obviously trying to break the bill. "Only when the soul bones are put on the right person can we give full play to their ability."

"Ability?" the devil eye sneered. "I think it's the ability to destroy and kill all?"

In those days, the jade Sirius made a big fuss and killed the capital. Now your disciples and grandchildren are tossing around again... When this is the back garden of your ascetic?!

"The changes of killing capital over the years are obvious to all. You can't hide some things you want to hide." the ascetic said seriously, "I might as well tell you that I discovered the secret of the magic cave a few days ago."

"Devil's cave?" the devil's eyes lit up.

Then with a wave of his right hand, a pair of very strange eyes emerged behind him. There was a light golden eye in the purple eye socket, and the smell around it filled the whole hall.

"I've blocked the perception of the outside world. If you have anything to say, just say it."

The ascetic smiled and said, "I want the king of killing to be free."

"How sure?"

"If you help, 90 percent." the bitter Walker said, "but before that, you should make ye can win in the unparalleled battlefield and inherit the inheritance of God."

The magic eye frowned and stopped talking, then closed his eyes.

He is weighing the pros and cons, whether to let go or wait for death. Killing will go on like this. Sooner or later, he will be out of control.

"You bet everything on that child, isn't it the same as before?"

At the beginning, Sirius did not complete our turnaround battle, which led to the weakening of the smell of the capital of killing in the past decade. If it still fails this time, the consequences are not open to imagination.

"Do you have any other choice?"

Now, even if it is a life-saving straw, he will gamble.

Magic eye was still worried, "can you tell me what his martial spirit is?"

In the last battle, there seemed to be a strong defense.

"Top level spirit and control department, Wu soul, spirit eyes and white tiger!" a look of great joy appeared on the ascetic's face and said, "how's it? I didn't scare you."

Super soul of spirit department!

The devil's eyes frowned and stretched, "the jade Sirius and the king of killing were controlled in the battle. If I hadn't been for the special reason of the martial soul, I would have become its puppet."

"Unfortunately, at the last moment, I still didn't have time to stop yusirius. Otherwise, the capital of killing wouldn't be like this..."

The devil eye breathed out a long breath and was dissatisfied with what happened that year. "Fate makes people. Ascetic, is your disciple too weak?"

"I never know ye can's ability. Maybe he has some surprising cards."

"The last duel of the unparalleled challenge, he must be able to survive five rounds under the hand of the king of killing..." the magic eye pondered, and he was thinking about the probability of success.

The man who experienced the turmoil in the capital of killing last time could not have joined the plan of the ascetic without a great success rate.