When countless spectators were amazed, the field was regenerated with variables.Those soul fragments that were pinched and exploded by the grip of death, after they were returned to the earth, actually slowly converged upward.These souls!
They have reorganized into undead warriors of different appearances and genders!!
This is also one of the abilities of the Immortal King.The dead return to the world for their own use.The souls that died in place of the ambush, absorbed by the Holy Grail, and sacrificed at this moment were all living people before.All of them died at the hands of the Holy Grail.Even their lives were stored by the Holy Grail to counteract the fatal damage inflicted on the ambush.Seeing the undead warriors who kept standing up in the field, the audience outside the arena finally woke up.A young man was surprised: "Could it be that these undead warriors!
It's all in place of those who died!!
”"How many people died in his place......"
Looking at these undead warriors, countless viewers finally had a more intuitive understanding.Every time the Immortal King's Death Grip falls, a person dies.Fu Wan was still firmly controlled on the spot, watching the figures of these undead warriors emerge, he seemed to recall something.Unwarranted pity welled up in my heart.Fu Wan looked at Li Yan again puzzled.At this moment, his soul is not only imprisoned, but also has been cut off from the perception of his body by countless Buddha lights.As soon as he tries to revive and control his body, his mind is dragged into a hallucination.Without the guidance of his soul, his body was empty of power, but he could not move.Even if he couldn't move, he could sense that the space around him was extremely compressed, imprisoning him in this space.He couldn't understand it.Their own tactics are correct.So where did you lose?
Li Yan looked at the man and saw his confusion.True, he thinks calmly, sensibly, and even correctly.But it also became his weakness, a weakness enough to be fatal.Because his thinking has been patterned.Even he has lost his dueling style.It was precisely because he saw that the other party would definitely put stopping himself in the first place, so Li Yan tried the law and was beaten all the time, and even sacrificed several cards to prevent the other party from shifting the target, which was cut off by the other party.And all of this is waiting for an opportunity.The moment when he reversed the tide of the battle was the moment when he had stopped with his body.That's the moment I've been waiting for.An opportunity to control the other party.After two bursts, Sansheng has one more skill in addition to the strengthening of his own body.This skill is called Elysium.The effect of the skill requires three lives to continue chanting for three minutes before it can be activated, and after the skill is activated, the target's soul can be restrained and fall into the Elysium deep in his heart.If you want to get out of Elysium, you have to destroy it with your own hands.Obviously, Fu Wan did it just now, so he woke up quickly.But the illusion of Elysium is not something that can be broken by destroying it.Even if you destroy this illusion, once you want to return to this world and touch your body with your soul, you will fall into this illusion again.Endless.Unless Sansheng stops casting, it can't be cracked.Only those who have attained this Dharma enlightenment, yearn for this blissful world, and enjoy this blissful illusion by themselves, can they completely break this state.Li Yan looked at Fu Wan, judging from his current state.He couldn't get out of it.His vigilance, his sanity, made it impossible for him to get out of the shackles of this illusion.Coupled with the triple restraint of the Moonlight Nova Dragon, the Immortal King's Death Grip, this made Fu Wan unable to move at all.Li Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Fu Wan indifferently, and finally shook his head regretfully.If the other person hasn't changed.Then I might want to be friends with this man.Just now.There is no longer any possibility.Because it's a deathmatch duel.Under the gaze of countless spectators outside the venue, Li Yan sat down on the spot and began to return to his own state, no longer looking at Fu Wan.At the same time, dozens of undead warriors composed of shattered souls had already been born in the field.Under the cover of the Hellfire, the site has become an immortal cemetery.Dozens of undead warriors each raised their hands and drew a worn-out iron sword made of pitch-black mist from the hellfire in front of them.Then, with this dilapidated iron sword in hand, under the surprised gaze of countless spectators, they rushed to Fu Wan, who was trapped in the middle of the arena.Then there were more and more necromantic warriors, and they were like crazy, completely drowning them down.Although he couldn't move, his perception was still there.He remembered almost all of these necromantic warriors.Although he has almost lost all his feelings.But useless pity has always tormented his heart.Every time he kills, he is shaken.Every time he kills, he asks himself.This sword will take the whole life of this person.Will I be able to bear his death and continue to walk?
How many people have been killed by this day.Can they really bear the weight of their lives?
All along, the path to becoming stronger has been a great sin in his opinion.To take the lives of others to make yourself stronger.Take the lives of others to offset your own death.This ordeal should have ended years ago."
Poof——!
Finally, not long after, under the surprising gaze of countless audiences, the body protection qi that had been subdued was finally completely wiped out by the Buddha's light.At the same moment when his body protection qi was worn out, countless pitch-black long swords stabbed towards his body.These long swords are all from the necromantic warriors in the field.Under their onslaught, the speed of the passage of life after the death of the ambush became faster and faster.In addition to the fixed cost of life from the Death Grip.There are also countless attacks on him by necromantic warriors.The spectator seat of the extraterritorial card master was already full of strange colors."
I didn't expect this rotten world.""
There are such duelists ......," an extraterritorial card master sighed slowly.It can be said that Fu Wan has grown up in the past year under their urging.In their opinion, such an unrivaled force is not impossible to defeat even across the two great realms.Actually lost to his peers.This is something they never imagined.They can't imagine.After the battle is full of strength, he will actually lose to a peer who is also in the realm of the Heavenly Aspect Card Master.At the front of the extraterritorial card division, seeing that the defeat had been decided, the extraterritorial card division known as the divine envoy wanted to stop Li Yan several times.However, he eventually gave up.Including the Holy Lord, who controlled the shield of the arena, all the people of the Holy Land stared at them.At this time.It is no longer possible to provoke disputes.The gray-robed man known as the Divine Messenger looked at the endless explosion of life in the field, and said with emotion: "I originally thought that he would be the one who grew up. ”"I didn't expect that even he couldn't resist fate."
The gray-robed man remembered the words of his ancestral land.The growth of the chosen one should not interfere too much.Only the chosen ones who can swim against the current and grow up on their own can change the world.Now it seems.This man who holds the Holy Grail.Can't even resist the torrent of fate?
The gray-robed divine sense finally took his eyes off Fu Wan and looked at Li Yan, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the field.If he will become a torrent of fate that has been defeated and ambushed.So can this torrent grow?
Under the eyes of the extraterritorial envoy, a more determined look suddenly appeared.