Chapter 149: Shura Execution Ground

Chapter 149 The Shura Execution Ground
The huge phantom that suddenly appeared behind Mo Fan stunned everyone.
It has white hair, red body, green eyes and fangs in its mouth. It holds a sharp giant sword in each of its hands, like Shura coming out of hell, making people shiver.
As soon as this thing came out, a monstrous evil spirit swept out of Mo Fan's body. At this moment, everyone only felt a cold behind their backs, as if the flow of blood had slowed down.
"Sura Martial Soul?"
Yang Chen raised his brows slightly, but it was the first time he was surprised.
"Sura Martial Soul?" Luo Qingling also exclaimed when he heard him, and said in disbelief: "Master Yang, do you say this thing is a Martial Soul of Shura? Are you sure?"
"Sura Martial Spirit, isn't that the evil martial spirit in the legend? It is said that people possessed by this kind of thing are generally evil in nature and bloodthirsty... I always thought it was just a legend." Ling Yuyao's expression Weibai also said.
He looked at the stage in horror.
"There is nothing wrong." Yang Chen said lightly.
Of course he could not read it wrong, because he had seen Shura Wuhun!
This kind of martial soul is quite terrifying, once it is released, blood will flow into a river, and corpses will be everywhere!
It is a symbol of evil and a symbol of killing!
It is the darkest one among the twelve saint martial souls in the world...
but……
What makes Yang Chen strange is why Mo Fan at this moment is not backlashed by the Asura Martial Spirit? On the contrary, his face was as usual. Although there was a slight evil spirit in his eyes, it still looked normal, not as if he was controlled.
...
Outside the field, countless people were stunned by this scene.
Even Wu Shanhe, who has always been calm, has a slight change in his face, and he said: "One of the twelve sacred martial arts...Xura martial arts? This kid, there is such a wonder of the world?"
"Tianhe Sect, really amazing!"
Wu Shanhe said in shock.
Jiang Chixin on the side was also speechless.
"Your Majesty!" At this moment, Wu Shanhe said suddenly, his expression serious: "This Asura martial soul is the demon soul of the world. If it is not well controlled, this Mo Fan might have to kill him. Then, please. Your Majesty, follow me to the rescue!"
Jiang Chixin nodded.
Spiritual power gathers quietly in the body.
...
As the Asura spirit came out, Wu Jing's expression also changed. He felt as if Asura behind Mo Fan was staring directly at him with those eyes. A murderous intent was coming towards him, making him unable to resist the cold behind his back, which actually gave birth to a retreat.
"What is this..." Wu Jing gritted his teeth and spit out a few words.
"This is my martial soul."
Mo Fan said faintly: "After practicing the Asura Sword Book, you can transform your martial soul into asura and achieve the highest sword power. Under my sword power, you have no chance of winning..."
And hearing this, Yang Chen suddenly woke up.
No wonder, he always feels something is wrong with this martial soul...
It turned out that it was not the Asura martial soul, but Mo Fan had cultivated a martial skill that could transform the martial soul into a martial arts, thus realizing the power of the Asura. However, compared to the real Asura Martial Spirit, it is still too far away!
I saw Mo Fan, suddenly raised his hand...
Slightly caught Wu Jing.
Spit out a few words:
"Sura Execution Ground!"
boom!
As soon as the voice fell, Wu Jing on the stage suddenly shook his whole body, as if he had been stimulated by something, the expression in his eyes became bewildered.
After he reacted, the surrounding area suddenly became a huge execution ground!
Around the execution ground, there was a raging fire!
The whole space is red like blood!
But what surprised Wu Jing even more was that he found himself kneeling on the ground with his head lying on a countertop.
But what is even more bizarre is...
Wu Jing can see his expression!
His face was full of horror, and his eyes were full of anxiety.
"Welcome to the Shura execution ground." A voice faintly rang, and Mo Fan was standing behind him, his face was indifferent, and he was holding a bright knife in his right hand, flashing a murderous aura.
"I am your Shura...Here, you will be executed and executed by me!"
As soon as the voice fell, the knife in Mo Fan's hand fell instantly!
Cluck-with a soft sound, Wu Jing's head flew out instantly, bringing up a burst of blood.
He could actually see himself and his head, falling off his body, and finally falling to the ground feebly...
"Welcome to the Shura execution ground!"
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang, and Wu Jing was shocked and opened his eyes sharply.
Then he was surprised to find that he was not dead?
The head and body are still connected?
"Just...Is it an illusion..." Wu Jing murmured, trying to get up, but found that he couldn't move at all, so he could only keep kneeling.
At this time, the familiar voice rang again: "I am your Shura...Here, you will be executed and executed by me!"
Haha
As soon as the voice fell, Wu Jing's head flew out again.
But it did not end.
When he thought he was dead, the familiar voice suddenly rang again:
"Welcome to the Shura execution ground."
Mo Fan, still standing behind him, said the same things as before.
Wu Jing seemed to be trapped in an infinite loop, unable to resist or escape. He could only watch Mo Fan raise the knife and fall, cutting off his head over and over again, letting himself feel death again and again...
That feeling made Wu Jing about to collapse, and the whole person's sanity was about to be crushed!
however……
In the eyes of outsiders, nothing happened on the stage.
The two stood motionless, just facing each other quietly, nothing happened.
But what is strange is that Wu Jing in that field didn't know why, and suddenly his face was extremely ugly, as if he had encountered something terrible, his facial features were twisted together.
...
"Want to escape?"
In the Shura execution ground, Wu Jing suddenly found that the rope on his body was gone, and replaced by a cold voice.
Wu Jing's whole body was shocked, and his eyes gradually showed blankness.
"Want to escape?"
"If you want to escape, just turn around..."
Wu Jing nodded and turned around stupidly, with a dull look on his face.
Behind him, a door suddenly appeared.
Inside the door, the fire burned, but outside the door, there was a bright light, as if the door to heaven.
"Did you see that door?"
"Go forward! Go out! You will be free!"
"Freedom..." Wu Jing murmured. Hearing these words, his face suddenly showed joy, and he stepped forward and ran to the door frantically!
A desire for freedom, in his eyes, becomes more and more intense!
"Wu Jing can't!"
At this moment, a shout suddenly came.
Yang Chen shouted abruptly.
But it's too late...
The moment Wu Jing crossed the door, he fell directly from the competition stage and was disqualified.