PFC Chapter 397: 2 Transformed Gods
Chapter 397: 2 Transformed Gods
From the opponent's sword, Lin Zhao sensed that the opponent's spiritual energy was about 10 million spiritual flows.
As expected of him being ranked seventh in the imperial election, with such strength, he should be unwilling to be suppressed by the now notorious him.
Facing the opponent's brutal and shocking sword, Lin Zhao stretched out one hand and threw out a seventh-level talisman emitting a faint white light.
She didn't even summon a weapon or use any spiritual skills, she just casually cast a talisman.
Seeing this scene, some people in the audience started cursing.
Duan Yannian's face darkened when he saw this. The next moment, all the spiritual energy in his body was injected into the sword. Due to the excessive release of spiritual energy, his expression was even a little distorted, and his voice became hoarse.
"Lin Zhao, get down!"
The gray sword energy turned into a dragon, roaring and howling, sweeping towards Lin Zhao.
Lin Zhao stretched out a finger and tapped the talisman she had cast.
Duan Yannian sneered when he saw this.
The Dragon Ashes Slash was the highest level spiritual skill he had mastered. When his whole body's spiritual energy exploded, even the Nascent Soul Great Perfection masters among the top five would have to defend themselves for a long time.
Lin Zhao is so arrogant, just wait for your end!
He was thinking so, and the people in the audience were thinking so too. Only a few old men sitting in the judges' booth looked at each other in silence.
One of the old men couldn't help but say, "Seventh level spiritual talisman, attack and defense combined, which rare master cultivated this child's spiritual talisman attainment?"
"It takes a lot of spiritual energy to drive this kind of talisman, right?" the old man beside him asked, "But I think this little girl seems to be doing it very easily."
While the two were talking, the gray dragon had already collided with the talisman cast by Lin Zhao.
The small talisman seemed as small as an ant in front of the huge, terrifying and somewhat ferocious gray dragon. Lin Zhao, who was behind the talisman, just stood with his hands behind his back, looking like he was waiting to die.
Some monks below who couldn't understand what was going on started cursing.
"What the hell! If you want to die, go die somewhere else. Don't dirty our eyes here..."
Some monks wanted to continue speaking, but the sudden explosion of the wandering dragon made them lose all their strength in an instant.
Taking the talisman as the point, a line was unfolded from this point, and a plane was unfolded from this line, which separated the battle platform on Lin Zhao's side from that on Duan Yannian's side.
The dragon exploded, with pieces of the battle platform flying all over the place and smoke filling the air, while the other side remained motionless, as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, there was deathly silence between heaven and earth.
At this moment, the only sounds left in this world were the loud explosion from Duan Yannian's side and the tiny sound of rubble breaking apart.
The fighting platforms were all made of special materials, and there were restrictions set up by the Tribulation Crossing Stage around them. Duan Yannian's attack would naturally not break through the restrictions, but the fact that he could break the special materials into this state was enough to show the power of his move.
However, even such a terrifying spiritual skill could not even break through the surface formed by the small talisman.
Who dares to believe it? Who can believe it?
However, the facts are right in front of everyone and we have to believe them.
After an unknown amount of time, the smoke cleared and Duan Yannian looked at the innocent, smiling girl in front of him with a gloomy face. His expression twisted for a moment, but he finally lowered his head.
He struck with all his might, but it seemed like a joke in front of the opponent.
Now when I think about my previous remarks and behavior, it is so ironic.
The seventh-level talisman finished its work and soon dimmed. Lin Zhao smiled at Duan Yannian and said, "Thank you."
Duan Yannian smiled bitterly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "I am convinced. Regardless of whether you can be as famous as Ji Wantang, you must be better than the others in the top five!"
A magic talisman can injure oneself so badly. Except Ji Wantang, no one else among the top five has such ability.
Lin Zhao laughed: "Thank you for your good words, Brother Duan, you should go down and rest quickly, the backlash of your spiritual skills is still quite powerful."
Lin Zhao's talisman simply serves a defensive and feedback function.
In other words, Duan Yannian's current injuries were all caused by the fact that the spiritual attack he launched was too strong and was fed back to him by the spiritual talisman.
Duan Yannian coughed for a while, nodded, and said to the referee: "I admit defeat."
The referee nodded and looked at Lin Zhao with a complicated look, but he was relieved in the end.
After all, compared with Lin Zhao and Ji Wantang, although both were crushing, their methods were obviously much gentler.
In this case, I think my work will be a lot easier.
The nine battles after Lin Zhao were much easier.
She beat the seventh Duan Yannian as if it were a piece of cake, and she didn't even use a single talisman to beat the rest. She just kept forming spiritual seals and easily brushed their opponents off the stage.
After the tenth opponent stepped down from the stage, Lin Zhao's gaze fell on the girl in red on the podium.
She was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Ji Wantang, the matter between you and me should have a conclusion. Come down."
At this moment, Lin Zhao no longer concealed his spiritual energy and completely released his aura.
The moment her aura appeared, everyone felt the world shaking.
“Incarnation?! The power of heaven and earth! Lin Zhao actually broke through to the Incarnation!”
"Oh my god, then there will be two gods in this imperial election?"
One choice for two incarnations! This has never happened since the Zuhuang plane appeared!
Faced with the terrifying aura that Lin Zhao unleashed, the girl on the stage slowly stood up, and the next moment, she appeared opposite Lin Zhao.
"You are now strong enough to be my opponent."
The referee felt the pressure game between the two men. At this moment, even though he was in the fusion stage, he felt a little frightened.
He walked out slowly and was about to say the start of the game when a golden light suddenly broke through the space in the sky.
Then, a solemn and majestic voice came from the space crack.
"The Emperor has decreed that Duke Dingguo Ji Wantang will be directly promoted to the upper selection and be named Prince Ding, and Marquis Wu'an Lin Zhao will be promoted to Prince Wu'an and promoted to the upper selection. Today's battle will be fought in the upper selection."
The imperial edict from Emperor Zuhuang made everyone change their expressions.
Only the two people in the field didn't.
At this moment, no one and nothing can stop the battle they have been waiting for for so long.
"If we don't do this now, we will always have troubles in the future." Ji Wantang looked at Lin Zhao and said, "How about a battle in the Soul World?"
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