coobybook Chapter 217 Blood Phoenix Devouring the Body
Chapter 217 Blood Phoenix Devouring the Body
The night passed quietly. Lin Zhao and Yun Chong did not choose to go to any soul inn, but rested on the spot.
The reason was simple. After Lin Zhao asked about the price of the Shenhun Inn, he determined that the money he earned would also be used as expenses, so he chose to spend the night in the rest area.
Her spirit of preferring to suffer herself rather than lose money made Yun Zhong unable to help but ask, "Have you lived a hard life since childhood? I can't tell that you are so poor."
Lin Zhao sensed the power in his body and knew that Yun Chong, who asked this question, must have lost his soul and spirit, so he no longer felt the tension he had felt before.
She lay on the seat, half squinting her eyes. "Spend when you should, save when you should. Although the money is not saved, I can't spend it everywhere. With our spiritual state, the hotel will not make us comfortable, nor can it bring any other benefits. Why should we go there?"
Yun Zhong: "Didn't I remind you that there is a formation in the Soul Inn? Is it good for the soul?"
Lin Zhao: “?!” Wrong decision.
But at this time, Lin Zhao was too lazy to go to the inn. He waited until the morning of the Soul World arrived. Lin Zhao got his schedule.
"The opponent in the eighth match is a person named Lan Die." Lin Zhao asked Yun Zhong: "Is this Lan Die a famous person?"
Before Yun Zhong could answer her, the other people who were in the same rest area with Lin Zhao couldn't help but glance sideways at her.
"Are you the Zhao Linger who fought one against seven yesterday and still had some strength left? I actually arranged for Lan Die to be your opponent in the eighth game."
Because Lin Zhao's fight yesterday was so easy and he knocked his opponent off the stage in just a few moves, the originally unknown Zhao Linger also impressed the audience who came because of Ji Wantang and unexpectedly gained a lot of fans.
The man excitedly said to Lin Zhao: "Blue Butterfly is usually the defender of the ninth level of the arena in the early stage of fusion. It seems that the intensity of the arena has been increased this time."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao thanked the man and then sat there in silence.
Yun Chong thought that she finally felt the seriousness of the situation and his arrogance yesterday. He thought that after all, she was just a little girl, and it was inevitable that she would be proud and arrogant when she was young and successful. It would be a great thing if she admitted her mistakes and improved. He also couldn't bear to see Lin Zhao too depressed, so he comforted her.
"You don't have to blame yourself or worry too much. With your strength, you may still have a chance of winning."
Lin Zhao raised her head and gave him a strange look: "I actually want to ask, since she is usually the defender of the ninth level ring, can I get the ninth level ring bonus if I win the eighth level ring?"
Yun Zhong: “…”
He took a long time to squeeze out two words: "No!"
Lin Zhao sighed and opened the door to the defender of the ninth level arena.
What came into view was a long-haired boy with a seductive red flower on his forehead. His outstanding appearance made Lin Zhao take a closer look. She read out the boy's name: "Ji Qin."
Ji Qin. As soon as these two words came out, Yun Zhong covered his face: "As expected, I invited him for you."
Lin Zhao recalled Yun Zhong's previous words: "Is he the youngest son of a certain venerable?"
Yun Zhong sighed deeply, glanced at Lin Zhao, and said with a tone of "my life is over", "The youngest son of Venerable Honglian, who will inherit the Venerable's legacy in the future, has 350 spiritual energy flows in his first spiritual energy vortex, and now has three spiritual energy vortexes. He is in the early stage of fusion and will soon move to the middle stage of fusion. I have chosen such an opponent for you..."
The three spiritual energy whirlpools are only in the initial stage of fusion. This strength... is worthy of being the one who will inherit the mantle of the Venerable.
If an spiritual energy vortex has 350 spiritual flows, then Ji Qin has 1,050.
It's high enough for me...
Lin Zhao sensed his current strength, which was about 850. The other party had 200 more spiritual flows than him.
This gap is almost equal to the two spiritual energy vortexes of an ordinary fusion device.
Lin Zhao narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly. Compared to Yun Zhong who was in a state of panic, she, the person involved, looked calm and said, "You can give it a try."
Yun Zhong shook his head with a headache, but said nothing more.
There is no point in saying more now, we can only believe Lin Zhao.
Lin Zhao watched the battles on the stage. She did not continue to practice, but focused all her attention on the ongoing battle on the eighth-level stage.
It was the battle between Ji Wantang and another Nascent Soul Master.
The arena will send special people to commentate on battles that attract more than a thousand people. This is one of the reasons why this arena can continue to grow bigger among so many arenas in the Soul World.
The passionate and exciting commentary can indeed attract the attention of many viewers who do not understand this level of combat.
But Ji Wantang's battle was very simple and almost needed no explanation, it was a crushing victory.
She did not use any spiritual skills or spiritual weapons. She raised her hand and pointed to the void with one finger. A blood-red phoenix shadow instantly took shape in front of her fingertips. Its eyes, which were bright red and almost sticky, swept across the mad bloodstain. With a flap of its wings, it flew towards the Nascent Soul Master opposite.
This attack was simply a transformation of spiritual energy, without any frills.
However, even with such a simple attack, the opponent treated it as a formidable foe. Not only did he summon defensive spiritual weapons to resist, he also released defensive spiritual skills without hesitation to possess and protect himself.
But even with these layers of protection, the blood-colored phoenix still easily passed through the opponent's attack.
"wrong……"
As everyone cheered for Ji Wantang's simple and direct victory, Lin Zhao shook his head: "How can this be just an attack?"
Although his cultivation level had not reached that realm, Lin Zhao could sense that the spiritual energy incarnated contained more than just simple aggressiveness.
As expected, as soon as Lin Zhao finished speaking, Ji Wantang's opponent screamed.
Under the shocked and horrified gazes of some people, Ji Wantang's blood-red phoenix pierced through the body of this Nascent Soul Great Perfection man.
How strong is the body of a Yuanying Great Perfection cultivator? Even if he crashes into a mountain and breaks a mountaintop, the cultivator won't lose a single hair.
If someone had told them before that such a cultivator would be injured by the products of spiritual energy, they would have regarded it as a joke.
However, what appeared in their vision was not just a simple injury.
The referee had no time to support him, and the Nascent Soul Great Perfection was sucked dry of blood by the Blood Phoenix, turning him into a dried corpse. A streak of light quickly jumped down above the ring.
——The cultivator who had reached the great perfection of Nascent Soul escaped in the Nascent Soul state.
“Want to run?” Ji Wantang sneered, pointed in the direction where the opponent was escaping, and was about to command the blood-colored phoenix to attack.
Fortunately, at this time, the referee in the Spirit Transformation Stage finally arrived and intercepted the blood-colored phoenix.
But even with his cultivation level of the late stage of the Spirit Transformation, he still had to use up 70% of his strength to take on Ji Wantang's spiritual energy and transformed himself. He looked at Ji Wantang with more and more fear.
"On the ring, just compete, don't endanger anyone!" The referee said stiffly, facing Ji Wantang's cold gaze.
Ji Wantang sneered, "Only the weak need to rely on the protection of these rules."
She flicked her sleeves and looked provocatively at the waiting area for the Yuanying Great Perfection, with contempt and arrogance in her eyes: "Who will fight me in the next round?"