Under one person, I am Zhang Chulan’s brother

Chapter 202 The Tranquility Before the Storm

"Master Tian, ​​have you never heard that your Dragon Tiger Mountain has this magical power passed down from ancient times?"

Lu Jin looked at Zhang Zhiwei, his eyes full of curiosity.

In the alien world, not all abilities are qualified to be called supernatural powers.

His skills are miraculous and he knows everything. Only in this way can he be called a supernatural power.

For example, the martial arts of Yanwu Hall, the Henglian of Chai School, and the magicians of Shuzi Sect can only obtain one "skill".

Those with incredible powers, such as those with the third level of thunder and rebirth, have already reached the threshold of supernatural powers.

Precisely because magical powers are rare, each one enjoys a prestigious reputation in the alien world.

When you mention Longhu Mountain, you can think of Lei Fa.

When you mention the Trinity Gate, you can think of the three levels of reverse birth.

But throughout the ages, I have never heard of any Longhu Mountain disciple using the five-color divine light.

This magical power, which was famous in ancient times, should have been lost long ago.

There is a magical power called [Seven Treasures of Wonderful Light] in Buddhism that is quite similar to it, but no one in Buddhism has mastered this skill for a long time. How could a kid like Zhang Chulan master it?

Originally, Lu Jin was a little suspicious that the light created by Zhang Chulan was just similar in appearance, and he borrowed the name of the five-color divine light.

But when he saw Zhang Chulan using five rays of divine light to easily chop Zhang Lingyu's dirty water thunder into pieces, and even send the person with the thunder flying away, Lu Jin knew that this was the five-color divine light without a doubt!

"You ask me?" Zhang Zhiwei was also scratching his head at this moment, "My disciple, Sun Longgong, has only lived in the mountain for less than two months. He is full of secrets. I won't be surprised if he brings out anything."

"I feel that this matter may have something to do with the source of Qi Ti." Lu Jin came to a conclusion after thinking for a moment.

There are many people in the stands and in front of the screen who have the same idea as Lu Jin.

I still haven’t seen the source of Qi Ti, but I have seen a long-lost and extremely powerful skill. Who would believe it if it has nothing to do with the source of Qi Ti?

Or could it be said that this is the manifestation of the source of the Qi body?

It is not like Ju Ling Qi Jiang or Feng Hou Qi Men, which can directly affect the outside world, but strengthens all aspects of the body.

For example, if you master a certain basic skill, you can directly deduce it to the extreme in its field.

Or is it an upgraded version of [all living beings have no form] that Ding Shigan understood, which can integrate all the magic spells in the world and use them as he pleases?

Which one it is, I am afraid only Zhang Chulan himself can know it, but no matter which one it is, Qi Tiyuanliu lives up to the reputation of the Eight Wonders of Skills, and is even ranked first among the Eight Wonders of Skills!

After the five-color divine light was used, the battle situation became very clear.

Under the all-consuming Five Elements Qi Pillar, neither Zhang Lingyu's water dirty thunder nor his ridiculously strong physical body could pose any threat to Zhang Chulan.

However, Zhang Lingyu's performance was equally shocking. After being hit by Zhang Chulan so many times, only a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was not seriously injured.

If he could continue to persist, he might be able to drain Zhang Chulan's energy.

But can he persist until Zhang Chulan is exhausted?

Just when everyone was looking forward to him, Zhang Lingyu's originally strong figure suddenly started to sway, looking like he was dizzy after being drunk.

"No, Zhang Lingyu is dying!"

In the stands, Zhang Lingyu's fans and the gamblers who beat him to win all began to wail.

The situation they feared most happened. Before Zhang Chulan was exhausted, Zhang Lingyu couldn't bear it anymore!

"What's going on? I feel dizzy. I feel like I can't move my energy at all."

Zhang Lingyu held her stomach and found that her Dantian seemed to be blocked and she couldn't use it at all.

Could it be the sequelae of Jiang Gong Lei?

Sure enough, the Yin Five Thunders are not as good as the Yang Five Thunders.

With reluctance and regret, Zhang Lingyu threw herself forward and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Zhang Chulan tilted his head and looked at the junior uncle on the ground, but made no move.

In fact, his own consciousness had already fainted, and at this moment, it was completely left to Qi Ying in his Dantian to take care of him.

Fortunately, Qi Ying was not a ferocious fighting machine. He stopped when he found that there were no enemies.

"I declare that the final winner of this Luotian Dajiao is... Zhang Chulan!"

The referee read the result of the game loudly.

Although as a disciple of Longhu Mountain, he was unwilling to see such a result, it just happened.

"Okay, second brother wins!"

Zhang Xiyue jumped up happily, holding hands with Lu Linglong and laughing so hard that they couldn't close their mouths.

At this time, Zhang Chulan also woke up from his coma.

He looked up at the noisy stands above him, scolded, applauded, cheered, and moved.

He suddenly felt like he was in another world. Just a few months ago, he was an ordinary high school student, but now he has become the heir to the position of Heavenly Master.

Fate, how could this not make him feel mysterious?

"Now, you should be able to know the truth about that year, right?" Zhang Chulan looked up at the sky and said to himself.

At the same time, Peter, who was responsible for leading the Behemoth team, took out his mobile phone and made a call:
"Hey Boss... Yes, it's over... It's really unexpected. The power of Qi Body Source is beyond imagination. The priority should be raised... Are you ready? Let's do it tonight. We must be quick. The battle is over quickly... and you have found me a helper, that is great, Behemoth will definitely get what he wants again this time."

Turning off his phone, Peter looked down at all the aliens present with contemptuous eyes, as if he were staring at each piece of merchandise.

Tonight, the big one is coming...

The Blood Prison is a secret prison somewhere in South America.

All the most vicious people in the alien world who can escape will enter Nathan Island and enjoy a certain range of freedom.Those who cannot escape will be sent to Blood Prison, where they will be imprisoned and tortured.

This is a dim world full of scarlet, the air is filled with the pungent smell of blood all the time, and the drama of killing and death is performed at any time in this chaotic prison.

In addition to the prisoners, the indigenous people in the primeval forests of South America are the largest ethnic group here. Their threat is no less than the prisoners of the Blood Prison.

Deep in the Blood Prison, there is a strong man with an extremely long lifespan, nicknamed the King of Skeletons.

He was originally a native of South America and was once a powerful tribal warrior. Unfortunately, after being defeated by his opponent, he chose to let his soul fall into darkness and became an evil stranger who controlled undead skeletons.

Because he possessed a suspected "immortal" characteristic, he had been raging in South America for a long time, and no one could cure him. In the end, Ivy College took action, defeated him and sent him to the Blood Prison.

As the saying goes, as long as you have a big fist, you can get away with it anywhere. The King of Skeletons who came to the Blood Prison quickly established a territory with his powerful strength.

It is worth mentioning that he has a very good relationship with Black God. Their territories are very close. Black God immediately found the King of Bones after being beaten back to the Blood Prison by Lucifer.

"Moriah, your face doesn't look good." Sartre, the King of Skeletons, saw the black mist-like Black God and knew that he must have been seriously injured.

He had seen the Black God in this form once before, when he had a fight with the Winter Giant in the north.
When he escaped back then, his condition was even worse than now, with almost only a wisp of black smoke left.

Because it was the second time that Sartre saw him in such a mess, Hei Tianzhu was a little embarrassed and said in a deep voice: "I fell into a trap and was plotted by others. It will take a few days to recover and everything will be fine."

"Don't you think you went to fight with Nelson again? That guy's strength ranks among the best in the entire Blood Prison. Although you are immortal, there is no need to come and get beaten by yourself."

"It's not because of him!" Lord Black God glared at Sartre with some annoyance, and sighed: "I responded to the believer's call and went out again. Originally, I wanted to continue looking for a way to lift the curse and obtain a physical body. Who knew that just going out for a walk would be enough. I can meet several top masters, including the famous Lucifer.

I couldn't defeat them, and I had no choice but to return here after being seriously injured. "

"Lucifer? How could he attack you?" Sartre was surprised.

The name of the Seven Demon Kings is still very famous in the Blood Prison.

Of course, the main reason is still the same evil person who committed heinous crimes. Why those sanctimonious defenders did not banish him to the Blood Prison? This is the thing that all the evil people in the Blood Prison cannot figure out the most.

Lord Black God gritted his teeth and said: "I don't know when that damn bastard reached an agreement with the Holy See and surrendered in exchange for freedom!"

"Freedom... I haven't heard this word for hundreds of years..." Sartre's eyes were filled with memories and emotion.

Since being exiled to the Blood Prison, Sartre has never thought about regaining his freedom. For decades, Sartre, like most other prisoners, has been staying in the Blood Prison.

Although they can all stay within a certain range outside the prison for a period of time due to their strength, they rarely do so.

Because when they taste the beauty of freedom, their inner desire to escape from the prison will rise sharply, which is undoubtedly more painful than eternal imprisonment.

Black God Moria is an example of this. After he was captured by the Holy See, no matter how he attacked or sealed him, it didn't work, so he was finally sent here.

Since the establishment of Blood Prison, there has been a curse.

That is, once you enter, you cannot leave again in this life. After you forcefully leave, you will suffer tremendous pain in less than half a day at most.

That kind of pain would scare even ruthless people like them who kill without blinking an eye.

Therefore, for more than ten years, Black God Moria has spent countless efforts to establish the Black Mass Cult, just to find a way to break the curse.

It's a pity that he has been seriously injured countless times over the years, but he has always achieved nothing.

More than ten years ago, Moria was one of the most powerful ones in the Blood Prison, but now, apart from his immortality, there is probably nothing worthy of praise.

Lord Black God clenched his fists and said urgently: "I have found the perfect container. With her, I can get a physical body!
It's a pity that all this was messed up by that bastard Lucifer! "

Sartre laughed: "That's really congratulations to you. Anyway, you are immortal. After you recover, you can still go to find her again. If it doesn't work once, just twice, if it doesn't work twice, just three times. There will always be a day of success. "

"Not only that, this time I went out and made a deal with the people of Behemoth. They said that as long as I do them a favor, they can help me leave the Blood Prison." At this time, Moria said his own story at noon

"You said Behemoth has a way to help us escape from the Blood Prison?"

Sartre's voice became a little trembling because of the news. His bony hands wanted to hold Moriah's body, but they missed it. He could only ask nervously: "Are you sure! This is not true." Kidding."

Moria looked excited: "I can't guarantee whether this is true, but our Behemoths still have credibility in the alien world. Even if they are not good people, as long as the interests are consistent, I think we can give it a try. try!
What they want is to arrest some people, mainly a girl. "

Satter stood up and shouted loudly: "Where is that girl! I'll bring her back!"

"It's in China, but the guards around her are very powerful. I'm afraid I can't bring her back just by you and me."

"Is it so difficult?" Sartre fell into deep thought, and then said: "In this case, I will call a few more masters. When you recover from your injuries, we will go to China together to capture that container!"

Moria smiled evilly and said: "There is no need to recuperate, the action is scheduled for tonight. This time I plan to spend a lot of money to sacrifice all the believers and restore the peak combat power!"

After Sartre and Moria agreed, they immediately turned and headed to the north of the Blood Prison.

After walking for half an hour, the two came to a freezing place.

The wind and snow here cover the sky and the temperature is as low as dozens of degrees below zero.

South America should not have such a climate. Someone has obviously used magic to create such an environment.

"Nilson, come out!" Sutter shouted at the top of his lungs, letting the sound spread around.

As long as Nelson wasn't hibernating, he would have heard it.

Sure enough, after Sartre's voice spread out, the earth immediately vibrated, and a giant hand several meters long pushed aside the wind and snow in the sky, revealing his huge body like a mountain.

It turned out that Nelson was sitting in front of a huge iceberg. Although he was just sitting, his body was already over ten meters tall.

"King of Bones, Sartre, if you don't stay well in your territory, why are you here with me?"

Although Nelson is huge, his speaking speed is not slow at all, and his tone is not very good.

"Nelson, Moria has found a way to get rid of the curse of Blood Hell. Do you want to leave this ghost place?" Sartre looked confident, which surprised Nelson.

"Are you serious?" Although Nelson was surprised, he did not immediately believe Sartre's words.

Anyone who can come to the Blood Prison is not a good bird. Now that he is suddenly told such a great good thing, whoever immediately believes it is a fool.

So Nelson's expression was calm and he didn't say much.

(End of this chapter)