Chapter 342 Some people are still alive, but they are already dead

"Are you sure?"

Seeing Qian Renxue trying to challenge him, Mu Yang couldn't help but have a strange look on his face.

Mu Yang admitted that the seraphs, who were born with the power of their own domain, were the most powerful martial spirits in the mainland soul master world.

In terms of quality alone, it is much better than his Ice Flame Holy Shadow Martial Spirit.

Even sitting in the Angel Divine Examination, Qian Renxue's upgrade speed is very fast, and her current soul power level is several levels higher than his, and she has already reached level 88 Soul Douluo.

But the strength of a soul master cannot just be judged by the strength of the soul and the level of the soul power. It is not his fault. Even if the factors of soul fusion skills and spiritual gold battle armor are excluded, the level 88 Qian Renxue is far from his opponent. .

There is no need to fight for 300 rounds, it can be solved directly with one shot of Soul Capturing Secret Technique or Real Illusion.

Although Qian Renxue, who is level 88, is four lower soul levels higher than him in terms of soul power, and the angel head soul bone is nearly 40,000 years older than the spiritually condensed wisdom skull, both are incompetent. gap.

Moreover, he has a way to cultivate his mental power: "Taiyin God Refining", and he also took the fairy herb specifically for improving mental power: Looking Through the Autumn Water Dew. These two factors are not what Qian Renxue can possess.

Putting aside other aspects, in terms of mental strength alone, Mu Yang is definitely enough to kill Qian Renxue in an instant.

Mu Yang didn't even know where Qian Renxue got the confidence to challenge him, just because she was pretty?

"What? Don't you dare?"

Qian Renxue used the provoking method.

Although Qian Renxue has never been defeated by Mu Yang, Qian Renxue, who claims to be the number one genius in the mainland, has suffered many blows from Mu Yang, and she desperately wants to fight him in order to regain her lost self-confidence. .

As for losing?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Qian Renxue could vaguely notice that Mu Yang had not advanced to the Nine Rings Titled Douluo, and her soul power level was already an 88th level Soul Douluo. Even if Mu Yang was an 89th level Soul Douluo, she had no obvious Disadvantages.

With the strength of the Seraphim Martial Spirit and the Angel Realm, coupled with the fact that Mu Yang’s second Martial Spirit most of the soul rings have not been collected, and he is also restricted from using the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, Qian Renxue simply cannot think of what she should do. How to lose!

"I am a kind-hearted person. Since you want to be tortured, I will grant your wish."

After thinking for a moment, Mu Yang agreed.

It would be a good idea to give Qian Renxue something to show, and a proper show of strength would clear the minds of those with ill intentions in Wuhun Palace.

Half an hour later.

On the top of a secondary peak far away from the main campus, Mu Yang and Qian Renxue stood dozens of meters apart. Yue Guan, who had conquered the demon and regained his freedom, Shui Bing'er, Huo Lie and others were watching the battle in the distance.

"Don't say I won't give you a chance, come on."

With his left hand behind his back, Mu Yang raised his fingers towards Qian Renxue, who was dozens of meters away.

"Seraphim, possessed!"

Faced with the provocative gesture, Qian Renxue curled her lips, golden light glowed all over her body, and she was possessed by the spirit of the Seraphim. Two pairs of holy angel wings stretched out behind her, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, Eight black and red soul rings bloomed.

"Oh? And a hundred thousand year soul ring? Not bad."

Seeing the eighth hundred thousand year soul ring blooming from Qian Renxue's body, Mu Yang praised it with a hint of surprise.

"I'm no match for a monster like you, are you sure you don't want to release your martial spirit?"

The fifth soul ring around her body shone brightly, and the sacred fire burned brightly in her hand, turning into a golden sword. Qian Renxue said to Mu Yang.

Facing other soul masters, Qian Renxue was confident, but if it was Mu Yang, she really lacked confidence.

After all, as far as she knew, the Elemental Holy Academy once intercepted Bibi Dong's three hundred thousand year old soul beasts in the Star Forest, and two of them were sacrificed. It is certain that Mu Yang has more than one on his body. A hundred thousand year soul ring.

"To deal with you, I don't need to release my martial spirit yet, just use all my methods, lest I lose too quickly and accuse me of a sneak attack."

Waving his hands, Mu Yang said indifferently.

Qian Renxue: "."

Are you polite?

"snort!"

Feeling that she had been underestimated by Mu Yang, Qian Renxue snorted coldly and made a show of swordsmanship with the sacred sword in her hand. The angel wings behind her fluttered and she flew across the air at high speed and rushed towards Mu Yang.

"Tsk~, that's too cruel! Soul-catching!"

Mu Yang smacked his lips, his expression condensed, and the soul-stirring secret technique was activated. The invisible and immaterial spiritual power rushed out, and instantly disappeared into the sea of ​​​​consciousness of Qian Renxue, who was rushing towards him.

After a moment of mental confrontation, Qian Renxue was defeated and her consciousness was controlled by Mu Yang.

Afterwards, Mu Yang thought about it and transmitted his soul power. Qian Renxue, whose consciousness was controlled, dispersed the sacred sword in his hand, put away the possessed Seraphim spirit, and landed in front of Mu Yang. His eyes were full of respect and he said: "Brother, I am no match for you. I am willing to give in. My admiration for you is like a torrential river, which is endless, and like a river that overflows and cannot be controlled."

A script-like rainbow fart was so beautiful that Mu Yang couldn't help but want it.

It's not that he has never heard of rainbow farts, but he has never heard of rainbow farts coming from the mouths of 'Feng Aotian' like Qian Renxue.

This scene also dumbfounded Qianjun Jiangmo and Yueguan who were watching the battle.

When did my always arrogant young lady (young master) become so smooth in flattering her?

However, Shui Bing'er, Huo Lie and others knew the reason for this. It was just Mu Yang's bad taste that controlled Qian Renxue's consciousness and made her flatter him.

Not long after, Mu Yang, who had listened to a lot of rainbow farts, nodded with satisfaction and released his control over Qian Renxue.

When his consciousness returned to normal, Qian Renxue, who was flattering him a second ago, was stunned. His face was uncertain, sometimes red, sometimes black.

Shameful, so shameful!

Manipulation of consciousness does not mean amnesia. Thinking back to the charming rainbow fart she pinched before, Qian Renxue, who felt that she had died in society, wished that there was a crack in the ground so that she could get into it.

‘Some people are still alive, but they are dead. ’

At this time, Qian Renxue could clearly understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Sister~, work hard, brother, I believe you can block one of my moves one day."

Seeing Qian Renxue's rapidly changing expression, Mu Yang smiled and comforted her.

Hearing this, Qian Renxue was ashamed and angry, and she wanted to punch Mu Yang hard in the eyes.

"Hmph! I lost this competition, but don't be complacent, I will win it back sooner or later!"

Qian Renxue's neck turned red and she said hard.

"Yeah, I'll wait, but don't make me wait too long."

Mu Yang smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, Qian Renxue became even more angry.

"Dean Huo, you Douluo, I have something important to do, so I'll take my leave first. Three elders, let's go."

After saying something to Huo Lie and the others, Qian Renxue, who felt embarrassed and shameless to stay here, greeted Qian Jun and the others and left immediately as if running away.

Mu Yang: "." (End of chapter)