Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

In the competition for the top ten, all the Heavenly Pride displayed their might and unleashed their shocking combat strength. Each of them was stronger than the last, and each of them had their own outstanding side to them.    

Starting from Ao Lingchen, whether it was Zhou Yong or Wang Chuan, both of them were going to explode with a suffocating power.    

The battle for the top ten had completely ignited the fire in everyone's heart, and their eyes were filled with fanaticism.    

In the end, the warriors were still human. Their mentality of watching the show had not changed. Even though it was a bloody fight, they were still afraid of it and wanted to see it.    

What they liked more was this bloody and cruel scene. Compared to the fight between Wang Chuan and Wild Rose, they seemed to prefer watching a scene similar to the fight between Ao Lingchen and Zhou Yong.    

They did not mind watching the show. The more tragic it was, the more satisfied they felt in their hearts.    

"Number four, number twenty-two, get on the stage!"    

A loud and steady voice sounded in the air. Above the nebula, the eyes of the Saint Asura Sect slightly swept downwards. Their eyes sparkled with anticipation.    

Murong Feng, who was wearing a pure white long robe and holding an iron fan, had a faint smile on his face. He was very calm as he walked towards Stellar Battle Platform.    

Judging from his expression and actions, it seemed that he wasn't going to fight on the stage, but to go on the stage to sightsee.    

Murong Feng, by relying on the inheritance of the Confucianism, hadn't made it into the top ten. He had already been chosen by the Saint Asura Sect Expert and wanted to enter the Saint Asura Sect ahead of time. It could be said that even if he gave up the fight, he would still be able to jump through the dragon gate.    

This kind of preferential treatment made countless people envious, but it seemed like he didn't want to use a shortcut to enter the Saint Asura Sect. Instead, he wanted to rely on his own strength.    

Even so, everyone knew that Murong Feng was different from the others. The others were fighting to the death. They might die if they died. However, judging from how much importance the Saint Asura Sect Expert attached to him, at the critical moment of his life and death, he was afraid that this noble expert would save him.    

Different people had different lives, and this was how they were treated.    

Of course, this was only a guess in many people's hearts. When it came to a life and death battle, life and death only depended on a single thought. Who would dare to say that the Saint Asura Sect Expert would definitely save him?    

Looking at Murong Feng who was slowly walking up the stage and the hot lump in the Saint Asura Sect Expert's eyes, everyone's gaze swept over the other people who had yet to go up the stage. They all wanted to see who was his match.    

Under the anticipation of the crowd, a black shadow walked out from the crowd of Ghost Fiend Hall's people.    

"It's him?"    

"It's Ghost Devil, a ruthless man whose strength is not weaker than Ghost Demon."    

"It's him. He's also a ruthless man like Ao Lingchen and Zhou Yong. I never thought that Murong Feng's opponent would be him. Ghost Evil versus Righteous. This is going to be a good show."    

Watching the figure slowly walking up to the Stellar Battle Platform, the surrounding people were filled with lively discussions. A raging flame was ignited in everyone's heart, and the anticipation in their eyes became brighter and brighter.    

It was too special. The two people who walked onto the fighting stage had a completely different feeling in the eyes of the spectators.    

Murong Feng was a disciple who had mastered the inheritance of the Confucianism. In people's hearts, he represented righteousness and righteousness.    

His opponent was Ghost Devil, one of the three great geniuses of the Ghost Fiend Hall. He cultivated an evil cultivation technique that was similar to the evil path. To put it bluntly, he was the evil side.    

Now that the two extreme powers were fighting on the same stage, many people were looking forward to it even more.    

Listening to the intense discussions around him, Ao Lingchen circulated his energy and regulated his breathing. He squinted his eyes and stared at Murong Feng who was on the Stellar Battle Platform, "Confucianism, the Righteous Qi. A man with a ferocious mind and an evil heart will really transform into a man with Righteous Qi because of an inheritance?"    

"Why does this Righteous Qi have a sense of incompatibility when it's given to me?"    

Ao Lingchen stared at Murong Feng, who was standing on the fighting stage. His brows were furrowed, and his pupils contracted, revealing a hint of fear.    

Staring at the figure on the fighting stage, Ao Lingchen felt uneasy, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.    

The only thing he could be sure of was that Murong Feng wasn't as simple as he thought. There must be something else he was hiding.    

Once upon a time, Ao Lingchen had thought about whether this uneasiness and disharmony had something to do with the evil spirits. However, when he sensed the overwhelming Vital Energy and the charm of the Confucianism Saint on Murong Feng's body, he couldn't link the two together.    

One was positive and the other was evil. These two extremes made Ao Lingchen deny what he was thinking.    

However, when he looked at Murong Feng and Ghost Devil, who were emitting the overwhelming righteousness and rolling evil spirits, Ao Lingchen had a feeling that Murong Feng was the evil one.    

He secretly kept a secret in his heart. Ao Lingchen remained silent and quietly looked at the two people on the battle stage. The most important thing right now was to observe the experts on the battle stage and see what kind of strength and trump cards they had.    

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles in a hundred battles!    

Starlight lingered around the fighting stage. Murong Feng politely cupped his fists and said to Ghost Devil in front of him politely, "Fellow Daoist Ghost Devil, please don't take it to heart if you offend me later."    

His actions did not seem to have the slightest hint of killing. Instead, it gave people the feeling of talking about literature and poetry, and it was filled with the feeling of a scholarly and elegant person.    

"Fake hypocrisy. There is no such thing as offending on the fighting stage. There is only life and death!"    

A ruthless and ruthless voice sounded out from Ghost Devil's mouth. His eyes shot out a few traces of ruthlessness. As he spoke, a violent baleful aura surged out like a rolling volcano.    

All of a sudden, ghosts wailed. The Devil Soul let out a long roar. A gloomy ghostly aura spread out from his body and quickly filled the entire fighting stage. Numerous ghostly figures were shuttling back and forth in the ghostly aura.    

In an instant, the fighting stage seemed to have been transformed into a hell of hell. It was extremely strange.    

This situation caused the spectators to cry out in alarm, as if they had been frightened by the scene in front of them. It was as if they had never imagined that such a strange scene would occur.    

Some of the more cowardly ones even trembled when they saw this.    

However, Murong Feng, who was wearing a terrifying robe, seemed to be unable to see all of this. The corner of his mouth revealed a natural smile, "Demons and monsters are all frightening people. Their righteous energy is the way of the world. Even if they are evil, they will be subdued by Lang Lang's righteous energy."    

"Daoist Ghost Devil, I think you should go down by yourself. Otherwise, I can only personally invite you to go down.    

Ignoring the howls of the surrounding ghosts, Murong Feng looked at Ghost Devil who was not far away. The confidence on his face represented his determination.    

A green light shot out from Ghost Devil's eyes. A murderous aura lingered around his body. He raised his right hand and said, "Stop pretending. I would like to see how you are going to invite me down."    

"Demons, demons, ghosts, and evil spirits!"    

Murong Feng's expression made Ghost Devil very unhappy, and he attacked violently.    

Immediately, dozens of ghostly shadows rushed out, filling the air with evil spirits.    

When they saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.    

However, Murong Feng, who was standing in the middle of the evil spirits, didn't show any signs of fear. Instead, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Why are you forcing me to attack?"    

After saying that, he spoke with a solemn expression, and his eyes were like steel.    

"When you get angry, you can rest at the railing. When the rain falls, you can rest."    

"Look up, let out a long roar towards the sky, and you are full of vigor and vigor."    

"30 Fame Points and Earth Points, 8000 Mile Road Cloud and Moon Points. 30 Fame Points and Earth Points, 8000 Mile Road Cloud and Moon Points."    

"Don't be ordinary. Your hair is white, and your heart is filled with sorrow."    

"The shame of Jingkang has yet to be forgotten. When would the hatred of the officials be extinguished? Riding on a long chariot, destroying the mountain deficit of Helan. "    

" With great ambition, I eat the meat of Hu Lu and drink the blood of the Xiongnu. "    

"I'll clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning."    

"Heavenly Imperial Tower!"    

With that, a huge Divine Pavilion of the Heavenly Palace appeared and suppressed the evil ghost.