Hell Emperor

Chapter 276 Shura Jie - Showdown

Seeing that Su Miao was unwilling to give in, Ye Jie's face became a little ugly. He lowered his voice and said in a tone that only the two of them could hear:

"Fairy Miaorou, why are you so aggressive? The result of a draw is good for you and me, so why do you want to kill them all? Are you satisfied just to see us executed by Lord Mo Luo?"

Su Miao snorted softly, and there was a bit of coldness in her eyes: "Whether or not you are executed is your business, what does it have to do with me? Whoever let you covet the main account is your own fault! What I have to do, It is to completely cut off the thoughts of Moluo Palace, otherwise, you will come back sooner or later, and the rules of the competition will not be so beneficial to Netherworld Palace!"

Ye Jie let out a long sigh, Su Miao had made up her mind and was determined to make Moluo Palace lose face. No matter what he said, he would not change his decision. In this competition, there must be a winner!

Off the field, many ghosts from the Netherworld Hall also started to cheer:

"What's a tie? There's never been such a thing."

"Hurry up and start the overmatch. If you don't want to compete, just admit defeat as soon as possible and get out of the Underworld Palace!"

"Have you seen it? Those Shura are afraid, victory must belong to us!"

Above the main seat, Moro's gaze swept across the whole place. Everyone who was stared at by her was frightened and broke out in cold sweat. Her starry eyes finally stopped on Ye Jie, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly: "In my opinion, today It's better to decide the winner, so as not to drag it out and make it a bad debt. "

Ming Ji also nodded slightly: "That's right, it's just that there is no conclusion yet on how the playoffs will be conducted. The elders are discussing this matter, and the results will be available soon..."

Moro yawned: "There's no need to go to such trouble. I'm tired of watching them evolve their magic weapons, so just let them take the magic weapons they just had and fight to decide the outcome."

As soon as this statement came out, many elders of the Netherworld Palace started talking, quietly discussing the feasibility of this method:

"A fight? This is a simple and crude method, and it doesn't sound impossible. But the question is, can Fairy Miaorou win?"

"Fairy Miaorou has the second-level ghost fairy realm, and that Shura has not become an immortal, only the second-level soul-building realm. Her own cultivation level is very different. If there is no ghost magic weapon in hand, Fairy Miaorou only needs one level. The move is enough to defeat him. The only thing to worry about is the variables brought by the ghost magic weapon..."

"Don't worry, Su Miaoyan's magical weapon of the underworld contains a third-grade divine sword. That Shura only has three fourth-grade magic weapons, so how can he compete with the power of the divine weapon? The victory of the Underworld Palace is a foregone conclusion!"

"This condition is of great benefit to us. While Master Mo Luo hasn't changed her mind, we quickly agreed. Under the witness of the Ping Ping Palace, even if she wants to go back on her words later, she must not!"

After some discussion, the elders of the Underworld Hall looked at Su Miao with confidence in their eyes, believing that with her cultivation and the power of the artifact, she could easily win the playoffs.

The elders came to Tingting and negotiated with the people in the Moluo Palace, and soon decided on the extra contest matters. Tingting announced the news:

"The match just ended in a tie, and a new round of playoffs is about to begin. After joint discussion between the two Yama Palaces, the rules of the playoffs are that two people fight, and the outcome is determined by strength. During the fight, the two only You can use the three magical weapons of the underworld that you have just derived. All other objects outside your body, whether they are magic weapons, talismans, or pills and other objects, are not allowed to be used. Anyone who violates this rule will not be punished directly. limit."

After hearing the rules of the playoffs, Su Miao finally felt relieved. She glanced at Ye Jie and sneered:

"What? I thought that with the power of Master Mo Luo, the rules of the playoffs would be more biased towards you. I didn't expect it to be so simple. Then wouldn't I definitely win?"

Ye Jie looked calm and responded in a calm tone: "Don't be too happy. Except for those three magic weapons of the underworld, you can't use any other magic weapons of your own. Do you really think you will win?"

Su Miao glared at him and mocked: "So what if it can't be used? Isn't it easy to beat you? I don't think you understand anything at all. For the practitioners of the Nether Spirit Art, the Nether Spirit Magical Treasure is the greatest Why use other magic weapons to rely on? Just wait and lose!"

After that, Su Miao ignored Ye Jie and held her breath alone in order to return to her best condition and avoid making any mistakes in the subsequent duel.

Ye Jie stood still, waiting for the competition to begin. At this moment, the Qiguan Changhong hanging he was wearing suddenly trembled, and Ren Changhong's figure returned to its original shape.

As soon as she recovered, Ren Changhong's face was full of anxiety, and cold sweat could not stop oozing from her forehead. She said with a trembling voice: "This is bad... If we can tie with Su Miao in the competition of the Nether Spirit Divine Art, then Thank God, now I have to face off against her, wouldn’t I lose?”

Ye Jie smiled: "Calm down, don't be anxious."

"Calm down? How do you want me to calm down?"

Seeing that Ye Jie still had the unchanging look on his face, Ren Changhong almost couldn't breathe and didn't know what to say.

"What are you thinking about? Su Miao has the second-level ghost fairy realm and a magic sword in her hand. Once a fight starts, you will be scared to death within three moves. Why don't you look scared at all? Not at all. Knowing His Highness Moro, how could he agree to such conditions for a playoff..."

Ren Changhong was pacing back and forth, filled with anxiety. When she thought about the rules of the playoff, she felt her scalp numb and her whole body trembled. Seeing that Ye Jie was still lifting slowly, like a piece of wood, she was going crazy, so she had to take a deep breath. A sigh:

"That's all... when the competition starts, let me fight her. I'm only one step away from becoming a ghost fairy. I don't know how many moves I can survive against Su Miao..."

On the side, Su Miao also saw Ren Changhong's action of removing the chemical substance, and couldn't help but sneered:

"Shura Hong, what are you thinking about? Do you want to use your own realm to help him? You'd better give up on this idea. During the duel, you can't lift the underworld magic. You should feel lucky, if it weren't for the increase in speed. According to the rules of the competition, the two masters Yun Shang and Hong Hua can only maintain the form of the ghost magic weapon, otherwise, with their sixth level, you may not even be qualified to stand! "

As soon as these words came out, Ren Changhong's eyes went blank, his vision became distracted, and he suddenly lost his spirit.

With her cultivation level, in front of the two masters, she was not much better than an ant, and she didn't even have the slightest room to fight back.

The rules of the victory and defeat competition restricted the person who transformed the magic weapon of the underworld from interfering with the battle situation with his or her own cultivation. Otherwise, she and Ye Jie would definitely lose miserably.

When the competition reached the extra round, Ren Changhong refused to give up. She gritted her teeth and said to Ye Jie:

"At this point, there is only one way to win. She has a divine weapon, but you don't. You are no match for her anyway. Only by turning me into a third-grade divine weapon can you have a chance of survival!"

"Is it an artifact..." Ye Jie sighed with emotion. The bond between him and Ren Changhong has not yet reached the level of an artifact. Otherwise, he would have won the competition just now.

Seeing that Ren Changhong had made up his mind, Ye Jie certainly couldn't live up to her kindness. He stretched out his hand and the snow-white cloak shook off from behind him again.

However, the grade of the cloak is still at the level of fourth grade. Compared with the third grade artifact, there is still a significant gap.

There was obviously no wind blowing, but the cloak behind Ye Jie shook unnaturally, and Ren Changhong's anxious mood also came to Ye Jie's mind.

In response, Ye Jie smiled slowly, stretched his hands behind his back, and smoothed out some wrinkles on his cloak: "Don't worry, believe me, Su Miao will definitely lose this time."

Ye Jie's words seemed to have some kind of magic power, which calmed Ren Changhong's anxious heart.

Although she didn't know what Ye Jie had to rely on, the bond she had formed along the way made her decide to trust Ye Jie this time. She wasn't even afraid of death, so what else did she have to worry about?

As the playoffs were about to begin, Su Miao looked at Ye Jie who was calm and composed, and couldn't help but feel annoyed. How long had it been, and the second-level Shura was still pretending? Did he really not understand the difference in realm, and was he really not afraid of death? Out of the kindness in her heart, Su Miao couldn't help but remind:

"The sword is silent, I won't hold anything back. Shura Jie, if you admit defeat now, you might be able to save your life. When the playoffs begin, my Miaoyin Soul-Absorbing Sword will make your soul fly away, and even the Lord of the Demon Palace will be stunned." I can’t save you! Do you really want to die?”

Ye Jie cupped his hands and looked calm: "I will take note of Fairy Miaorou's kindness. You can rest assured that if I gain the upper hand, I will definitely leave you a way to survive."

Ye Jie's tone was calm, as if he was telling an obvious fact, and his reply was so serious that it sounded like it was true. Even Su Miao was stunned.

His words naturally caused the whole room to laugh, and even the tense atmosphere of the playoffs was instantly eliminated, replaced by a cheerful atmosphere.

"Did I hear you correctly? That second-level Shura actually said that he wanted to leave Fairy Miaorou a way to survive?"

"What on earth was he thinking? Could it be that he was under too much pressure and was frightened out of his wits? Doesn't he know that Fairy Miaorou is a ghost fairy, and with just a little bit of luck, he can make his soul fly away and never be reincarnated? ”

"When I came to the Netherworld Hall this time, I not only saw Fairy Miaorou defending the main tent, but also saw a funny joke. It was a worthwhile trip!"

After listening to everyone's words, Ye Jie shook his head, but felt a hot, knife-like gaze staring at him, as if he wanted to skin him alive.

Looking sideways, she saw that Su Miao's eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, her nose was almost crooked with anger, and her tone of voice was completely out of tune:

"Shura Jie! I kindly remind you, but you are so ignorant that you still want to humiliate me with words. I have done my best to benevolent and righteous. When the playoffs begin, if you lose your soul, you can't blame me!"

Ye Jie shrugged his shoulders, still in the same nonchalant tone: "Everyone knows what is happening in your heart. In order to defend the main tent, Fairy Miaorou did not hesitate to kill all of us, but there is still a trace of kindness in her heart, although her tone is a bit harsh. , but the words to remind you are true. Whatever you sow, you will get what you want. You can live, but I will decide the outcome. "

Seeing that Ye Jie was still stubborn even before his death, Su Miao was completely disappointed in him and felt that he had completely lost his mind.

It's useless to say anything to a crazy ghost. Su Miao shook her head and sighed, her eyes a little cold: "I just hope you can still be so arrogant after the playoffs start, instead of kneeling down and begging for mercy!"

Ye Jie didn't answer and waited for the extra match to begin.

On the main seat, Moro's eyes with interest were placed on Ye Jie, and he did not look away for a long time.

Soon, Di listened to the muffled voice of a bell, which sounded again in the field: "The playoff begins now! Only the winner can decide who owns the main account of the Underworld Palace!"

"It's finally started! Within three moves, I will make you regret what you said just now!"

Su Miao's mouth curled up. This was the moment she had been waiting for! As the extra round began, she could show the power of the third-grade divine sword without any scruples and teach Ye Jie a lesson!

"Taste the power of the Miaoyin Soul-Capturing Sword!"

Su Miao raised her hand and raised the sword. White light shone from the blade. A piercing hissing sound came from the ears of the ghosts. The sound waves visible to the naked eye spread out, like a circle of ripples spreading rapidly.

The surrounding ghosts suddenly felt the magic sound penetrate their ears, and their minds were suddenly blank. They had to cover their ears hard to feel a little better.

The protective magic circle had been set up around the venue. The power of the magic sound was weakened by the magic circle, but it still penetrated and affected the surrounding ghosts. Among the affected ghosts, there were even some ghost fairies. And Ye Jie, who was on the stage, should bear the full power of the magic sound head-on.

Su Miao chuckled confidently. Under the influence of the magic sound, Ye Jie must have been trembling and losing his ability to move. She only needed one sword to win!

However, Ye Jie's reaction made her heart tremble. But she saw Ye Jie standing there in good condition, with a calm expression, as if he was not affected at all.

"This is impossible... The power of the Miaoyin Soul-Capturing Sword is enough to affect ghost immortals below the fourth level. He is only the second level, how can he not be affected... That's right, it must be the effect of his dark spirit magic weapon!"

Su Miao gritted her teeth secretly, and a cloud of mist surged from her short boots, making her figure more erratic. Her speed was extremely fast, like a stream of light that cut through the sky, rushing straight towards Ye Jie, and she was about to kill Ye Jie on the spot!

Ye Jie had expected this, and he raised his energy and practiced his skills: "The Blood Sea is Difficult to Cross."

The whisper in his ear made Su Miao's pupils shrink slightly: "The Blood Sea is Difficult to Cross? Isn't that the skill of Xuehe Shura? Did he learn it secretly at that time..."

Sure enough, the Miaoyin Soul-Capturing Sword pierced through, but only pierced a layer of blood curtain that collapsed at the touch. Ye Jie's body turned into an endless sea of ​​blood and avoided the attack of the magic sword.

Su Miao, who had fought with Xuehe Shura, certainly understood the difficulty of the Blood Sea is Difficult to Cross. No matter how sharp the magic sword was, it could not cut off the endless blood, and it was just wasting its own strength.

"It's really the Blood Sea is Difficult to Cross! Shura Jie, it seems that I underestimated you, but with your second-level cultivation, how long can you maintain such a profound transformation skill of the Blood Sea Difficult to Cross? The final victory must belong to me!" Su Miao gritted his teeth secretly and said without showing any weakness.