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Chapter 93 Entering the Finals

The entrance to the Mustard Seed Realm suddenly lit up. Wen Xiangyi thought that her opponent was coming again. Who knew that the next second her eyes went white, and then she found that she had been ejected.

She stood there, with three big question marks popping up on her head.

no?Is she now in the finals? ? ?She didn't even suffer a minor injury and went straight into the finals?

This is too exaggerated!
The monk in charge of registration saw her dumbfounded, looked at her thoughtfully for a few more times, and said proactively, "Fellow Taoist, go to the waiting area for the finals and wait in line."

Wen Xiangyi came back to her senses, glanced at the other Mustard Seed Realm entrances, and walked quickly to the waiting area.

The waiting area is almost like a leisure room. There are fruits, tea and water in it. They are not mundane things, but have spiritual energy.

After Wen Xiangyi went there, she found that she was alone. She picked a spiritual fruit and leaned on the soft couch to look at the image projected in the water-moon mirror. She suddenly felt that she had experienced the refreshing feeling of the protagonist's halo.

It feels like it's on and off, it's so cool!

On the low wooden table in front of him was a stone plate with formations engraved on it, which seemed to be used to control the Shuiyue Mirror.

She injected a bit of spiritual power and it fluctuated, and by chance, she cut to the scene of Ling Lan in the Mustard Seed Realm.

Ling Lan faced off against a talisman cultivator, whose cultivation was a little higher than his. When fighting, he not only used many talismans with explosive damage, but also took the opportunity to set up a formation.

Ling Lan originally fought with him with swords, and the two sides fought back and forth. It was not until the talisman behind him set up a formation that he used his seven-stringed guqin.

The Fu cultivator wanted to trap Ling Lan with a formation, so Ling Lan inserted his sword into the ground and took advantage of the momentum to fly up.

The long sleeves caught the wind, and the cold music of the piano turned into ice blades and flew past. In an instant, the entire Mustard Seed Realm was dyed as cold as frost flowers.

Seeing that the formation could not trap him, the talisman cultivator took out another green ring-shaped magic weapon.

The magical weapon burst out with colorful light, flew to the top of Ling Lan's head at an extremely fast speed, and closed towards him like a golden bell.

Ling Lan saw the move, and while playing the seven-stringed guqin, he controlled his natal sword to stab Fu Xiu.

Fu Xiu didn't expect that he could do two things at once. Although he quickly dodged sideways, his neck was still scratched by the sword energy, and he was temporarily confused.

Ling Lan released a sound wave that shattered the light shield around him, and flew down. The cold piano sound turned into a magic sound carrying frost flowers, and he pursued the victory.

Fu Xiu was most afraid of close combat. The moment Ling Lan approached him, the outcome was decided.

There was only a sharp clang sound, and the white light and the sound of the piano advanced together, completely crushing the formation eye of the talisman cultivator.

Fu Xiu was backlashed by the formation, spitting out a mouthful of blood and staggering back several steps.

Ling Lan put away the guqin, stepped forward and placed the sword across his neck. She raised her brows and said lazily, "Fellow Taoist, you have failed."

The talisman cultivator could afford to lose, so he didn't cheat. He took out a pill and swallowed it, wiped the blood on his lips, and cupped his hand in a very simple manner, "It's just that my skills are inferior to others."

After saying that, he was ejected from the Mustard Seed Realm.Wen Xiangyi was chewing the spiritual fruit while staring at the Shuiyue Mirror with gusto, thinking to herself, isn't this better than those fairy tale dramas that only focus on falling in love?
She was just wondering what kind of monk Ling Lan would meet next, when the screen suddenly turned black, which meant that Ling Lan had also left the Mustard Seed Realm.

After a while, the door to the waiting area was opened, and Ling Lan strode in. The two met their eyes, and then they laughed in unison.

"I didn't expect you to come out so soon." Ling Lan sat down next to Wen Xiangyi, leaned back on the chair, and let out a long, comfortable sigh.

Wen Xiangyi briefly told what happened in the Mustard Seed Realm, then spread his hands and said, "I can't help it. I'm just lucky. I don't have anyone I can fight with."

Ling Lan grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ate them as he said, "There are a few pretty good ones in my team, especially the talisman cultivator at the end, who is quite good at setting up formations, but he still lacks a little bit of fun."

"Let's see how Xiaobai is doing." Wen Xiangyi injected another bit of spiritual power into the stone plate, and then followed Ling Lan's example and lay down on his back.

She cut through several scenes in succession, and finally switched to Jiang Shaobai's mustard realm.

Jiang Shaobai looked like he had been through several fierce fights, and his white clothes were stained with a lot of blood. It was unclear whether it was his own or someone else's.

His opponent this round is not simple either. He is not an ordinary monk, but an evil cultivator.

It can be seen that the evil cultivator was a Buddhist cultivator before, and he practiced evil for some unknown reason. There are still scars on his head, but there are also some strange patterns, which are blue and black like tattoos.

The cassock on her body was red, and the patterns embroidered on it were not the common lotuses, umbrellas, or goldfish, but the naked men and women intertwined together, which looked very obscene.

The beads hanging around his neck are not ordinary beads, but small skulls, which look shiny perhaps because they are often worn.

Ling Lan took a sip of tea and commented very venomously, "I think that when this evil cultivator was still in Buddhism, he should have been thinking about Hehuan in his mind. His six sense organs were restless and his desires were too strong, and he finally entered the evil path. ."

"You know how to read people." Wen Xiangyi smiled.

At this time, the fight between Jiang Shaobai and the evil cultivator had entered a fierce stage.

It can be seen that the evil cultivator is at a higher level than Jiang Shaobai, but Jiang Shaobai is Long Aotian and has an aura of eternal invincibility, so for a while, the two were evenly matched.

The evil cultivator seemed to be dissatisfied that he had actually tied with a person with a lower cultivation level, and became a little anxious for a while.

He took off the skull beads from his neck with one hand and chanted an obscure mantra in his mouth. The skull's eyes immediately lit up, shooting out a burst of dazzling black light, and rushed toward Jiang Shaobai like a net!
At the same time, a long black rope suddenly flew out of his wide sleeves. If you look closely, you can see that there are many black resentful souls wrapped around the rope, and the wailing sound penetrates the eardrums like a magic sound.

Ling Lan narrowed his eyes and his expression became serious, "This evil cultivator has some background. If I read correctly, the black rope should be a soul-binding rope. It is made of the hair and skins of hundreds of people. The ones on it are The wailing resentful souls should all be people who died tragically at his hands.

The evil cultivator was a Buddhist before. He could transcend nature and trap souls. After killing people, he took the hair and skin and trapped the souls, and finally made this soul-binding rope. "

Wen Xiangyi frowned after hearing this, "If a person is a cultivator, what he usually spits out after death is his soul, which means that those he killed were actually ordinary people."

Ling Lan nodded, "That's right."

(End of this chapter)