Chapter 512: Buddhist Disciples with the Mark of the Demon Clan (1/2)

And the figure surrounded by the demonic aura still stood there straight, his clothes fluttering, revealing a bit of arrogance and indifference.

"Who are you?" Fan Wujie raised his finger and pointed at Ji Tianming with difficulty, and his voice was full of endless doubts.

"Me?" The demonic figure smiled contemptuously, and then uttered a hoarse voice: "The one who killed you is Ji Tianming."

"No... You are definitely not Ji Tianming..." Fan Wujie kept repeating this sentence. He saw Ji Tianming fall into a disadvantage with his own eyes. He didn't believe that Ji Tianming would suddenly change, and he was even more unwilling to accept such a result.

"Your body has been destroyed, and your soul will also disappear. There will be no possibility of survival." Ji Tianming said indifferently, with no ripples in his eyes.

Fan Wujie stood there in a daze, as if petrified.

"Boom..." A burst of thunder exploded, and a layer of extremely bright purple-gold lightning light suddenly emerged from Ji Tianming's body, wrapping Ji Tianming's body in it. The lightning was extremely dazzling, as if it was going to destroy everything.

"Did I really lose? I... I'm unwilling..." Fan Wujie murmured, and then his head suddenly exploded, his body separated, and blood splashed in the void.

Fan Wujie, died.

"Fan Wujie died just like that?" Seeing this scene, the crowd froze there, unable to speak for a long time.

They even suspected that they had hallucinations. Fan Wujie was still alive and kicking just now, but he was gone in the blink of an eye?

Silence, the surroundings were silent, and you could hear a pin drop. Countless people stared at the demon shadow in the void with dull eyes, trembling with fear.

Is he really Ji Tianming?

At this time, the crowd was completely confused, and a huge wave of turmoil was set off in their hearts.

A saintly genius with a quasi-emperor weapon, the most outstanding genius of the young generation, was killed just like that?

As soon as they thought of this, the shock in the crowd's hearts could not be suppressed. They only felt their heartbeats speed up, their blood surged, and their blood seemed to be boiling.

After today's events were spread, they would surely cause an uproar.

The crowd's hearts were shaken and could not calm down for a long time. They all looked at Ji Tianming, and their hearts trembled slightly. Is this still the Ji Tianming they know?

The aura released from his body was too evil, like a Shura returning from the Nine Nether Hell, making people feel a chill in their souls.

"His eyes are very strange, not Ji Tianming's demeanor. He should have borrowed some special power. Otherwise, with his strength, how could he kill Fan Wujie!"

"I don't think so. After all, Ji Tianming is the son of the Supreme Religion. His methods are naturally extraordinary. Maybe he has mastered some secret technique that can temporarily improve his realm?"

Everyone talked about it, and they all guessed what secret technique Ji Tianming used, or what powerful treasure he had.

"Anyway, after today, Fan Wujie is completely ruined. Not only has his reputation been ruined, but he has also lost his life."

"Alas, Fan Wujie suffered a terrible defeat this time. He never dreamed that he would die in the hands of Ji Tianming."

Everyone was talking about it, and their eyes were full of awe when they looked at Ji Tianming. At this moment, his brilliance even overshadowed Ye Bufan, making him the undisputed number one, and no one could surpass him.

In this battle, his prestige reached a peak.

Ji Tianming looked around, and wherever his eyes reached, the crowd avoided him. No one dared to look directly at him. His eyes were too cold, icy and piercing, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

Then he took a step and walked away.

His figure was ethereal, like a ghost, and disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye, without any breath leaking out, as if he had hidden himself.

This space returned to peace, leaving only a cold and stiff corpse lying there, with a pair of eyes wide open, with confusion and anger.

The quasi-emperor-level cassock on his body also became dull because it lost its owner.

"No!" With a roar, a man in a green robe chased out frantically, his face full of hideous and terrifying killing intent, his eyes were scarlet, and he looked like a madman, obviously in an extremely painful posture.

He was Fan Wujie's brother, Fan Xing.

He was fighting on the ring just now, and after hearing Fan Wujie's scream, he hurriedly ended the fight and rushed over.

But he was still half a beat late and didn't see clearly what happened, but he probably knew the whole story from the crowd.

He was very familiar with his brother's character, he was arrogant and arrogant. He once said to himself that even if he met the strongest opponent, he would not retreat, and he must trample the opponent under his feet.

And today, Fan Wujie did fulfill his promise, but paid the price of his life, and even his soul dissipated.

"Ah!" Fan Xing looked up to the sky and howled, grief-stricken.

"Bang!" A loud noise was heard, and a mountain collapsed and shattered in an instant, with dust flying all over the sky.

Fan Xing was bathed in dust, with a strong murderous intent on his body. The corners of his mouth were flowing with blood, and his handsome face was twisted and hideous, revealing endless resentment.

"You dare to kill my brother, I will kill you, I must kill you!" Fan Xing roared in a low voice, like a beast, extremely shrill.

His eyes flashed with extremely fierce light, murderous intent, and his heart was filled with tyrannical desires.

"Little thief, stop right there!" Fan Xing shouted, and a long dragon of fire roared out, entwined in the void, and rushed forward, burning everything, and the space seemed to be burning.

Ji Tianming stopped, turned around slowly, and looked coldly at the sea of ​​​​fire coming from behind. He raised his brows, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"Buzz, buzz..." A pitch-black spear emerged, shimmering with a strange and evil dark luster. Wisps of strange power seeped into the barrel of the gun, and the tip of the gun breathed out a terrifying killing aura.

"This is..." The crowd stared at the black spear in Ji Tianming's hand, and their hearts trembled. This black spear gave them an extremely dangerous feeling.

Ji Tianming was seen waving the spear, and a terrifying black hole halo bloomed from the tip of the spear, covering the sky, as if it could annihilate everything in the world.

Wherever the dark halo goes, everything is annihilated and turned into nothingness, whether it is spiritual power, air, or rules.

"What a domineering power!" The crowd's hearts beat loudly, and they looked at the black halo with fear.

There was a rumbling explosion, and the terrifying fire dragon collided with the black halo, and there was a burst of chirping sound. The flames spread crazily, wrapping the halo in it, but soon burst again.

The dark halo continued to charge forward, and the long flame dragon actually broke apart inch by inch, turning into dots of starlight and dissipating in the void, as if it was vulnerable to a single blow.

Ji Tianming looked indifferent and continued to swing his spear and stab it out. The sky shook and the earth shook, and the void seemed to be shattered.

At this moment, Brahma Xing finally felt the terrifying power of Ji Tianming. This was not an attack power that a peak saint monk could unleash.

"Crack!" The black hole halo continued to advance forward with overwhelming force. Fan Xing's expression suddenly changed, he raised his arm to resist, and a tyrannical force hit his arm.

In an instant, the spear carried the devastating power of destruction and broke through many obstacles and hit his body. Fan Xing groaned and sprayed a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Then there was a violent tearing sound, and Fan Xing's right arm broke off, separated from his body, was swallowed up by the black spear, and turned into nothing.

"Ah -" Fan Xing couldn't help but let out a shocking wailing sound, his face was extremely distorted, sweat dripped on his forehead, and his whole face was twitching, as if he had endured extreme pain and was extremely hideous.

Ji Tianming did not give up. He stepped on the nine heavens and swooped down like a peerless demon. The black hole halo enveloped the surrounding space, blocking everything, and headed towards Brahma Xing's suppression.

"You deserve to die!" Seeing this scene, Fan Xing went completely crazy, with bloodthirsty eyes filling his eyes.

"I, the Fan family, will not let you go, we will kill all nine of your clans!" Fan Xing roared hysterically, and as soon as his voice fell, his body suddenly disappeared on the spot, at an unbelievable speed.

"Huh?" Ji Tianming's eyes narrowed slightly. Fan Xing's escape speed was beyond imagination, and he actually escaped his attack.

"Don't think you won. You killed my brother. Just wait. You will regret it." An angry voice came from the void: "I want to see with my own eyes how you die."

After the words fell, Fan Xing's figure had disappeared, and he didn't know where he fled to.

Ji Tianming frowned, his eyes were deep and boundless, looking into the distant space.

He did not pursue Brahma Punishment. Although the threat of Brahma Punishment was scary enough for ordinary people, to him, it was a complete joke.

"Run away?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked strange.

And just when everyone's attention was attracted by this scene, Xie Qianxue beside Qin Mu shook his finger, and a purple-gold flame flew out, burning Fan Wujie's body into nothingness.

She looked calm, as if she had done something ordinary, and no one could find any flaws.

And when the purple-gold flame returned, it brought with it an illusory soul body. Looking at the features, it was clearly none other than Fan Wujie.

Fan Wujie looked particularly embarrassed at this moment, his clothes were stained with blood, his hair was spread over his shoulders, his body was stooped, as if he was a little older, and his eyes were distracted and lifeless, like a walking corpse.

He raised his head in confusion, and suddenly saw Xie Qianxue and Qin Mu in front of him. His pupils suddenly shrank, and two dazzling lights suddenly shot out from his cloudy eyes, approaching Qin Mu, and asked in a cold voice: "It's you !”

The moment he saw the other person, he understood everything immediately.

Just now, it was he who used Ji Tianming's hand to release that strange power and kill himself!

"It's me." Qin Mu glanced at Fan Wujie lightly and said casually, "I didn't expect you still have some brains."

Qin Mu's tone was calm and gentle, as if he just said something ordinary.

However, the harsh sarcasm sounded particularly harsh to Fan Wujie's ears, causing his expression to freeze immediately, and extremely strong resentment welling up in his heart. He wished he could immediately pounce on Qin Mu, skin him, convulse him, and cut his body into pieces!

"If it's really you, I'm going to kill you!" Fan Wujie's eyes were red and his murderous intent was overwhelming. If it weren't for this person, he wouldn't be in the situation he is in today.

"Are you sure?" Qin Mu looked at Fan Xing, his tone still calm and calm.

Fan Wujie looked startled, as if he had realized something, and his face instantly became extremely embarrassed. He was just a soul body now, so what could he use to kill the other party?

"Haha, Fan Wujie, you should worry about your future first." Xie Qianxue said sarcastically with a sneer on her lips.

When Fan Xing heard this, his expression became even more gloomy. His fists were clenched and his veins were exposed, making him look quite ferocious. He knew his situation. At this time, he couldn't even save his soul, let alone fight.

Fan Xing lowered his head and looked at his gradually dimming body. A trace of struggle and regret flashed in his eyes. It was simply sad that he, a monster of a generation, would fall to such an ending.

But the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't tolerate disbelief.

When Qin Mu saw that the other party was silent, he stretched out his hand and waved lightly.

In an instant,

A sharp and shrill roar came from Fan Wujie's mind. That was the voice of Fan Wujie's soul.

"Ah..." Fan Wujie's body twitched and he held his head, looking extremely ferocious.

At this time, in his soul, demon shadows stood there, lined up in a row, all with ferocious faces, releasing terrible demonic power, overlooking his soul like a demon god, suppressing Fan Wujie's soul. Go up, as if to let Brahma Wujie sink forever.

At this moment, a voice sounded in Fan Wujie's mind: "Submit, or die."

The voice was calm, but there was a hint of no doubt.

These demonic shadows are the imprints left by Qin Mu in Fan Wujie's soul. As long as Qin Mu is willing, he can control these demonic shadows.

"Submit..." Fan Wujie trembled in his heart and stared at Qin Mu. He had never met such a domineering and arrogant person. How dare he humiliate him like this and ask him to kneel down and surrender. What a shame is this?

"You will pay a heavy price!" Fan Wujie said through gritted teeth.

However, Qin Mu looked indifferent and did not give Fan Wujie much time to think about it. He said: "Since you don't choose, then I will choose for you."

"boom!"

One after another, the demonic shadows erupted with terrifying power, and an infinite force of restraint descended on Fan Wujie's soul. Fan Wujie felt that his soul was imprisoned, unable to move, and even had difficulty exerting his will. , this feeling made him extremely helpless and humiliating.

"Surrender!"

"Surrender!"

"Surrender!"

One after another, cold and ruthless voices kept ringing in Fan Wujie's soul. Every time he shouted, Fan Wujie's heart beat violently and he felt a suffocating pain.

In the end, Fan Wujie lowered his proud head and slowly uttered two words: "I...will."

Hearing Fan Wujie's agreement, Qin Mu restrained his aura, and wisps of extremely powerful demonic thoughts dissipated.

"Very well, Buddha, who has the mark of the demon clan, I'm curious, how far can you grow?"

Qin Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Fan Wujie with a hint of amusement.

He intervened just now, firstly to control Ji Tianming, and secondly to conquer Fan Wujie, a Buddhist disciple.

Qin Mu wanted to know what kind of sparks would happen when the demonic power and the Buddhist power collided.

To put it simply, Fan Wujie was his guinea pig.

Qin Mu waved his sleeves and put away Fan Wujie's soul.

At this time, the second round of knockout rounds has been completed.

Next is the most critical and important stage defense match.