Chapter 142 win again

Before coming to the stage, the disciples of Youquanmen held the magical artifact Hundred Ghost Banner in their hands in advance, trying to take the initiative as much as possible.

On the other hand, Zhang Chen still didn’t make any moves, and seemed to give up struggling.

“In the mid-stage of foundation establishment, No. 5 and No. 6 will compete on stage.”

In this competition, almost no one favored Zhang Chen.

Because Zhang Chen relied on consumption to win before, and Youquanmen is good at spiritual spells. If the soul is not strong, they can’t resist it at all.

For ordinary monks, the soul is at most one level higher than their own cultivation level.

The state that Zhang Chen showed was only the fourth level of foundation building, and everyone took it for granted that his spiritual state would not exceed the fifth level of foundation building.

In order to control the ghosts, the disciples of the Youquan Sect all practice the exercises of exercising their souls, and the state of their souls is often higher than their own.

With a cultivation level of six levels of foundation building, there are at least seven levels of foundation building in the soul realm!

As soon as the Youquanmen disciples flew onto the ring, they waved the Hundred Ghosts Banner.

In an instant, the black mist billowed, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and many illusory and ferocious figures emerged from the black mist and rushed towards Zhang Chen.

These black fogs are formed by the condensation of Yin Qi, also known as ghost fogs. The main function is to strengthen the strength of ghosts, and they are not affected by sunlight during the day.

Blood Demon Art!

A large amount of blood evil spirit gushed out from Zhang Chen’s body to contend with the ghost fog.

The ghosts in the Qi refining period entered the blood fiend, as if they had fallen into a frying pan, and they screamed in agony, which was creepy.

Several ghosts in the foundation building stage were not affected and continued to pounce.

Blood Spirit Dafa!

Several blood snakes emerged from Zhang Chen’s body, like whips, and lashed at the foundation-building ghosts.

“Papa papa…”

Every time the blood snake whips, these ghosts will emit a lot of Yin Qi, screaming again and again, making it difficult to get close.

However, the disciples of Youquanmen didn’t expect these ghosts to defeat Zhang Chen, but wanted to use these ghosts to hold Zhang Chen temporarily and create time for themselves to cast spells.

“Scary Roar!”

A huge grimace appeared out of thin air, opened its mouth and roared at Zhang Chen.

But everyone didn’t hear any sound, because this roar is the voice of the soul, and only the soul can hear it.

Those blood snakes suddenly paused and fell to the ground one after another, as if they had fallen asleep.

Zhang Chen also froze, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to have lost consciousness as well.

Seeing this scene, the Youquan Sect disciple smiled: “That’s all, go!”

Many ghosts got the order and rushed towards Zhang Chen one after another.

Under the arena, many people shook their heads and concluded, “The disciples of the Blood God Sect lost.”

Just when the ghost was about to touch Zhang Chen, the Blood Snake, which had been limp on the ground, moved extremely quickly.

Just like a real poisonous snake lurking in the grass, it launched a deadly sneak attack on its prey at the right time.

Crazy Snake Dances!

The blood snake drew afterimages in the air, dazzling and dizzying, and knocked back many ghosts.

“Is this applying the blood burning technique to the blood snake?” Some disciples of the Blood God Sect saw the reason why the blood snake was so fast.

After the blessing of the blood burning technique, the speed of the blood snake increased ten times, and it was so powerful just now.

But this method will damage the spirituality of the blood snake, so few people in the Blood God Sect use it.

After all, the power of the Blood Spirit Dafa is related to spirituality, and there is not much difference between damaging one’s spirituality and self-denial, unless one reaches a dead end.

But for Zhang Chen, the Blood Spirit Dafa is not important, it is dispensable.

“You actually woke up so quickly!” The Youquan Sect disciple’s face darkened, and he cast the spell again.

“Soul-destroying thorn!”

An illusory black awl condensed in front of the forehead of the disciple of Youquanmen, and then shot at Zhang Chen at such a fast speed that it was impossible to dodge.

The disciples of Youquan Sect often come into contact with ghosts, and the ghosts’ souls are between virtual and real. They are immune to many physical attacks and are very difficult to deal with. Only spells that directly hit the souls can cause fatal damage and make them fly away.

And the soul-destroying thorn is this kind of spell that directly attacks and destroys the soul.

But the premise is that the other party’s spirit state can’t be much higher than his own, otherwise he will be backlashed and his spirit will be greatly damaged.

In mild cases, the mind and soul will be damaged, with a splitting headache, and in severe cases, they will be unconscious and become a vegetative state.

Because the soul-destroying thorn is formed by condensing one’s own soul, only the soul can attack the soul.

“boom!”

Zhang Chen only felt a roar in his mind, and a black awl appeared in his mind.

This awl was very huge, and once it appeared, it shook his mind endlessly.

Facing the soul cone that looked like a meteorite, Zhang Chen remained calm and began to perform the soul forging technique.

His soul turned into a bigger, more solid hammer, and smashed towards the black awl.

“boom!”

“Snapped!”

First there was a loud noise from the collision of the two, and then there was another crisp sound.

It was the black awl that broke!

It was smashed by Zhang Chen’s magical hammer!

Zhang Chen practiced divine forging skills, and devoured many souls with the Soul Devouring Dafa.

And the spirit realm of this Youquanmen disciple only has the eighth level of foundation building.

He never imagined that the state of mind and soul that he was proud of was actually his weakness.

“Pfft~”

The Youquan Sect disciple spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened in disbelief, and then he fell down straight and passed out.

“How can this be!”

“Youquan Sect disciples lost!”

“Zhang Chen’s spiritual realm is higher than that of the disciples of Youquan Sect?”…

Everyone was equally unbelievable and couldn’t help but exclaim.

On the high platform, Elder Xuehe also showed a surprised expression, but he didn’t take it seriously.

With his cultivation at the late Golden Core stage and the secret method of controlling the blood body, even Zhang Chen is at the Golden Core stage, and he can easily be destroyed, let alone not yet at the Golden Core stage.

“In this round, the Blood God Sect wins!”

Following the announcement of the blood **** suzerain, Zhang Chen pretended to be very weak and walked off the ring with difficulty.

And the Youquanmen disciple who passed out was carried down by his fellow disciple.

After checking the condition of the injury, the members of Youquan Sect had solemn expressions: “The soul is seriously damaged, and it will take at least ten years to recover.”

If he hadn’t used the soul-destroying thorn, this Youquanmen disciple wouldn’t have been defeated so quickly and severely. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Zhang Chen didn’t pay attention to these, and closed his eyes and adjusted his breath to recover his mana.

Although Zhang Chen didn’t seem to have made any pre-war preparations, nor did he take the lead in a sneak attack.

After seeing the battles of other Youquanmen disciples, he knew that the other party would use the soul attack.

When the opponent uses Shocking Roar, he intentionally appears to be influenced, just to make the opponent feel that his state of mind and soul is not too high.

The competition continued, this time in the middle stage of foundation establishment, counting Zhang Chen, only two disciples of the Blood God Sect advanced, and there were still four competitions to come.

Zhang Chen also watched the battle of another disciple of the Blood God Sect in the middle stage of foundation establishment. His strength was indeed good, but he was still a bit short.

Without him, the chances of the Blood God Sect winning the first place in the middle stage of foundation establishment are very small.

Ten days later, the third round, ten to five, began.

This time, Zhang Chen’s opponent was a disciple of the Hall of Bones.