Huang Nishang's defeat of Ouyang Nan was one of the dark horse battles among countless battles to assess skills. Since Ouyang Nan was not a prominent figure in the Lingshan Sect, and Huang Nishang was only a new disciple, not many people paid attention to this battle.
But everyone who paid attention to this battle was shocked!
Ouyang Nan is not a top player below the golden body, but his strength is definitely not weak. As a monk who has practiced for 20 to 30 years, he will actually lose to a disciple who has just started!
This is simply shocking!
Could it be that Zangxiu Pavilion also wants to produce a figure like Li Chengfeng
There is a little bit of explanation for why Li Chengfeng is so strong: after all, he comes from the once best sect in the world.
But what is the origin of Huang Nishang
Huang Nishang didn't seem to feel these suspicions and fears. After taking a deep look at Li Chengfeng, she walked straight off the ring.
When Li Chengfeng saw her walking down the ring not far away, her veil floated slightly, and he could see the flash of scars under the veil.
Li Chengfeng quickly went up to help Ouyang Nan and asked in shock: "How did senior brother lose?"
Ouyang Nan's face flushed, feeling mixed with shame and anger, and said: "She has a magic weapon, it's very powerful!"
Li Chengfeng quickly asked: "What magic weapon is it?"
Ouyang Nan thought for a while and said, "It's a mirror! When she took it out, she looked at it at me. I felt dizzy and then flew out."
Li Chengfeng was shocked and asked, "Why is this?"
Su Yuehan's heart moved and she quickly asked: "What does this mirror look like?"
Ouyang Nan looked confused: "I don't know, I don't remember! I just remember that her mirror was extremely small, and when she waved it towards me in the palm of her hand, I felt dizzy!"
Su Yuehan looked solemn and said: "It seems... it might be the soul-destroying mirror!"
"Soul-destroying mirror?" Su You, Zhao Xiaobao and others asked in unison.
"What magic weapon is this?" Li Chengfeng asked.
"This is... the personal magic weapon of the great demon Du Yue more than five hundred years ago..." Su Yuehan glanced at Ouyang Nan and said, "You should be glad that she is not strong enough to fully exert the power of this magic weapon, otherwise, this will happen to you. already dead!"
Ouyang Nan was shocked and angry, and said, "How could she have such a terrifying magic weapon?"
Su Yuehan shook her head and said: "This is unknown. But... you all must be careful. It is said that the soul-destroying mirror can directly connect to the Nine Netherworld, and the person's soul will be captured by the Nine Netherworld King. Once the soul is ingested... The Golden Immortal is hard to save!”
Speaking of this, Su Yuehan couldn't help but show a hint of fear in her eyes, and her body trembled slightly.
At this moment, she seemed to suddenly remember the terrifying past, and the memory deep in her mind surged with heat, swallowing her up like a torrential wave of blood.
Amidst the tumbling waves of blood, a huge bloody hand soared into the sky. The smelly air was filled with the deafening ferocious roar of the Nine Nether Pluto King. It swatted at Su Yuehan overwhelmingly, until the petite body was instantly covered in blood. Clap your hands into powder!
At this moment, a hand was pressed on Su Yuehan's shoulder. Su Yuehan screamed and jumped to the side nervously, glaring ferociously at the person tapping her shoulder.
At this time, Su Yuehan realized that all the waves of blood and terrifying bloody hands around him had disappeared. It was still a lively and noisy martial arts arena, and it was still the same familiar and concerned face.
"What's wrong with you?" Li Chengfeng held Su Yuehan's arm with both hands and whispered.
Su Yuehan was trembling all over, her hands and feet were cold, and her usually lovely eyes were full of fear. Li Chengfeng could feel the fear welling up from the depths of her heart with just one glance.
Su Yuehan's eyes were filled with tears. She glanced at Li Chengfeng and immediately lowered her head. She said tremblingly: "No, it's nothing..."
Li Chengfeng held Su Yuehan in his arms lovingly, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid..."
Su Yuehan's body was like a lamb trembling in the cold wind. Only she knew it best. At that moment, she recalled Jiuyou's past. At that moment, her breath and soul were captured by Jiuyou Pluto. , she sensed the scene in the Jiuyou Blood Pool at this moment, and felt an unprecedented horror!
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Jiuyou, blood pool!
On the dim rock wall of the Nine Nether Hell, black mist spreads along the cold rocks, like countless black poisonous snakes, constantly crawling downwards.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which became stronger and hotter as it went down.
The black mist flowing from all directions continued to converge towards the center of the blood pool, and gradually condensed into a blood-red body in the blood pool.
The body was twisting, and countless black mist and blood were mixed together, making shrill screams while rolling and boiling. One after another, terrifying and ferocious ghost faces were rising and falling on this body, as if they were rising and falling on a human body. The pustules opened, healed, and then opened again.
I don't know how long it took, but the body gradually condensed and took shape, and the appearance it revealed was clearly that of Xi Mengcai.
His hands and feet were as slender as a mantis's, and his long and pointed face showed excitement and enthusiasm. He looked down at his hands, then clenched them into fists, and let out an earth-shattering roar.
This roar shook the Nine Nether Hell, and countless monsters and monsters outside the blood pool prostrated on the ground in fear. Those monsters and monsters that were rampant in the human world did not dare to move at all amid this roar.
After a long roar, a low cold snort sounded. The sound was far less powerful than Xi Mengcai's roar, but in Xi Mengcai's ears, it was like the thunder of the Nine Heavens, shaking his face with fear. He immediately knelt down and said in fear: "Master! The slave Xi Mengcai... is back!"
There was no response from the blood pool, only the popping sound of blood rolling, and the fierce and frightened heartbeat of Xi Mengcai himself.
He was resurrected in the blood pool again, and his power was far stronger than before, but he didn't know what kind of fate awaited him, and how his master Jiu Nether King would punish him!
I don’t know how long it took, but in Xi Mengcai’s eyes, it seemed as far away as thousands of years, until a deep voice boomed: “Trash!!”
Xi Mengcai trembled all over, prostrated on the ground, and said tremblingly: "Master! Give me another chance! I will definitely not let you down!"
"Xi Mengcai! You have let me down too many times!" Jiuyou Pluto's voice was cold and heavy. "You must know that there is only one demon king! Only the demon king who survives in the end is worthy of commanding me. The Nine Nether Army!”
After that, the monsters and monsters in the entire Jiuyou got up one after another, and they stretched all the way from the blood pool, in all directions, boundless, like a gray-black carpet, densely covering the Jiuyou cursed land, their The roar shook the ground beneath their feet, like an indestructible and unstoppable torrent!
Xi Mengcai was trembling all over, not knowing whether it was because of excitement or fear. He raised his head and said, "Master! I will never let you down again this time!"
Jiuyou Pluto smiled lowly, and the blood in the blood pool boiled and rolled, gradually condensing into the figure of a woman: "Remember! There is only one Demon King!"
Xi Meng was stunned for a moment. He stared blankly at the condensed woman in front of him, covered with fiery red scales and with a deep knife mark on her cheek. She was quite beautiful, with her eyes closed tightly, as if she was a statue wrapped around her body. A statue with a cold and murderous air.
This is Zhou Ling who was resurrected in the blood pool!
Xi Mengcai understood the meaning of the Nine Nether King at this moment. He focused his eyes and stared at Zhou Ling in front of him. He let out a sharp roar, surrounded by black energy, and rushed towards Zhou Ling. : "Only I am the Demon King!!"
Zhou Ling opened his eyes at this moment, and the black flames in his eyes boiled instantly, like a god of vengeance crawling out of the abyss of the blood pool!
She stared at Xi Mengcai, smiled coldly, and walked out step by step. Two burning long knives quickly grew in her hands, and her whole body was covered with black and red flames, and she rushed towards Xi Mengcai. passed.
The two demon kings, the old and the new, started an unprecedented brutal fight in the blood pool of the Nine Nether Hell.