Ten thousand shadows and flying snow in Douluo continent

Chapter 312

"Win the championship?" Wu Yingkong was a little surprised.

"That's right, it is to win the championship. As long as you win the championship of this Zongmen friendly match, you have passed the fourth test. If you cannot win the championship, you will fail the fourth test. And this test is also the safest test. At least you There is no fear of life in failure, so if you want to escape, take this opportunity."

"Escape? What are you kidding?" Wu Yingkong seemed very excited, as if he disliked the word "escape". "I will escape? I became a god not only for myself, but also to save the entire Douluo Star! If I escape, what will happen to Tianxue? What about the Shrek Seven Monsters? What about the entire Douluo Star?"

"Captain?" Qi Ming looked at the emotional Wu Yingkong and said.

"I'm sorry, it's nothing, don't bother me." Wu Yingkong hurriedly collected his emotions.

The God of Darkness sighed, showing a wry smile, and said, "Wu Yingkong, you are really like him. In order to protect everyone, you are very disgusted to escape, almost exactly like him."

As he said that, the God of Darkness remembered that he once asked him the same question, and his answer was also the same as Wu Yingkong's.

"I am who I am, and I am different from anyone else!" Wu Yingkong said firmly.

"Well, come on, I want to be alone, don't bother me these few days." The God of Darkness said, and then disappeared.

After the God of Darkness left, Wu Yingkong began to think about it. What kind of ability does the person in the God of Darkness's mouth have that could make the Darkness stay in his mind for so long?Moreover, it can be heard from the tone of the God of Darkness that he has fallen into deep self-blame because of that person's death, and he has only recently let it go.

Just as Wu Yingkong was meditating, Qi Ming's words interrupted Wu Yingkong's thoughts.

"Captain! Wen Zong and the others have entered the arena!"

This sentence successfully kicked Wu Yingkong out of his thinking state.

Then Wu Yingkong shook his head, and said to himself, "Forget it, why do I care about this, I just take care of myself."

On the field, the seven members of Wen Zong walked to the arena in the center of the field, and there was a distance of about 20 meters between the seven members of the Zongmen team on the opposite side.

"Bow and salute." The referee at the edge of the ring said, this is the most basic etiquette before the start of the fight, expressing respect for the opponent.

After saluting, the two teams retreated 50 meters from each other, and at the same time put on an offensive posture.

After retreating 50 meters, Wen Cheng, the leader of Wen Zong's team, suddenly felt a hostile look looking at him from behind.

He turned his head and saw that there was a private room behind him, and because the private room was equipped with double-sided glass, he couldn't see who was in the private room.

Since you can't see it with the naked eye, use your mental power.

Through mental strength, Wen Cheng easily saw the people inside through the double-sided glass, it was Wu Yingkong and the others.

Of course, to Wen Cheng, Wu Yingkong's team is just a team from the Pheasant Sect, so it's not worth mentioning.But he was still surprised, not because of anything else, but because they were all fine.

Then Wen Cheng saw the seven glasses of fruit wine again, still placed in that position without moving.

"This... Chenyang!" Wen Cheng shouted.

"What's the matter, young master." Chen Yang came over and asked.

"Look for yourself, didn't you say that you were not found? What's the situation?" Wen Cheng pointed in the direction of the private room where Wu Yingkong and the others were.

Chen Yang looked in that direction, seeing that he couldn't see clearly with the naked eye, he switched to peeking with mental power, and then saw Wu Yingkong and the others, as well as the seven cups of untouched fruit wine.

"This...young master, this...I swear! Before I left, they didn't look like they found out that I was a fake!"

"Okay, don't talk about it, first settle the opposite side, and then go back and think about these things." Wen Cheng said, and then turned around.

"Yes."

In the private room, Wu Yingkong smiled coldly.

In fact, with Wu Yingkong's strength, if Wu Yingkong wanted to, Wen Cheng's mental power would not be able to pass through the double-sided glass at all.The reason why Wu Yingkong let Wen Cheng's spiritual power in was to understand Wen Cheng's spiritual power level and to hide his strength.After all, if Wen Cheng's mental power is "closed out", it will expose the fact that his mental power is stronger than Wen Cheng's, and thus be feared by Wen Cheng.In this case, it will not be so easy for Wenzong's team in the future.

On the field, the referee started the countdown.

"Get ready! Three, two, one! Go!"

With an order, the two teams rushed out at the same time, and both sides also released their own martial spirits.

Among them, the martial soul of a man in Wenzong is very eye-catching.

His Wuhun is 20 meters long and as thick as a water tank, but judging from its appearance, it is a brush.

That's right, a writing brush, a 20-meter-long giant writing brush!

This writing brush not only frightened the audience present, but also frightened the people in the opposite sect team.

"Drink!" The man yelled, took up his writing brush, and blasted towards the opposite side, successfully dividing the opposite side into two strokes.

Seeing that the formation on the opposite side was broken, Wen Zong's other five people also divided into two groups.

What?Why only five people?Because the captain Wen Cheng didn't move at all, he stood quietly on the edge of the ring, watching the fierce fight in the middle of the ring.

"I'm coming too!" Jiang Ran, a mature woman in Wenzong's team, said, and then a huge black boulder fell from the sky and hit the ring.

"This is... an inkstone?" Wu Yingkong said in surprise.

That's right, Jiang Ran's Wuhun is the inkstone, the inkstone among the four treasures of the study.

This inkstone is similar to Sun Yuan's brush, except that it is very large.

Jiang Ran's inkstone is ten meters long and wide, three meters high, and weighs at least five tons.Among other things, if this thing hits a person, even a soul master with seven rings whose physical body is many times stronger than ordinary people will suffer shattered fractures all over his body.

"Mohe!" Jiang Ran turned and shouted at a man.

"Here we come!" Mo He came running with a smile, holding a very large object in both hands.

A black soul ring among the seven soul rings behind Mohe shines.

"Mountains and rivers of ink!"

After speaking, Mo He poured out all the ink in the big ink bottle he was holding.

Ink is like a huge wave, engulfing all opponents.The opposing team still couldn't even unleash their soul skills.

"Pen, ink, inkstone, is it time for paper next?" Wu Yingkong said in the private room.

In fact, as Wu Yingkong said, the next thing is indeed paper, but it is more appropriate to say it is a blank scroll than paper.

"Shaoxuan!" Mohe shouted to Chen Shaoxuan who was 20 meters away after pouring out the ink.

"Got it, got it! Don't rush!" Chen Shaoxuan said impatiently, and then a huge picture scroll big enough to cover half of the competition ring fell from the sky, covering the bodies of those who had just escaped from the huge wave of ink.

One of the seven soul rings on Chen Shaoxuan's back, a black Contra, shone.

"You and I are both people in the painting."

As soon as the words fell, those people who were originally covered under the scroll disappeared, and a few portraits gradually appeared on the blank scroll, it is not really those who disappeared.

This soul skill really scared everyone present, including Wu Yingkong.

A soul skill that can imprison a living person in a picture scroll, how can this not surprise people?If there is no time limit, this is a magical skill!
When the host saw this scene, he was also stunned for a while, and after a few seconds, he announced the result.

"Wen Zong wins!"

After the host announced their victory, Chen Shaoxuan snapped his fingers, and the huge picture scroll disappeared instantly, and those people who were imprisoned in the picture scroll reappeared.

"Let's go, go back and rest!" Chen Shaoxuan yawned and walked towards the lounge.

In the private room, Wu Yingkong showed an imperceptible smile.

"Interesting, it seems that in the future against Wen Zong, I have to appear in person."

(End of this chapter)