A golden light shot out from the eight-armed Arhat's hand. As soon as it landed, the tail immediately burst out, just like a twelve-grade golden lotus, and the lotus petals ejected a pitch-black gown thread, covering most of the arena.

Wu Liyang suddenly felt a bell in his heart. He pulled off his breastplate with his right hand and shook it with clever force. He suddenly turned into a shield. He tied his shoulders and calmed his breath, curled up in a ball, squatting behind the shield, grabbed the pull rope with his left hand, and activated the fast inflatable pad hidden on his back at any time.

Shangguan Yundun shook his head: "If you notice something is wrong, you will block it. You are ready to run away at any time, or even give up the game. This is a common problem for hidden weapon masters! Unfortunately, the times have changed!"

The Buddha's anger Tang Lian has long been no longer a cold weapon era. The hidden weapon masters of the Tang Sect in Sichuan, and the hidden weapon masters of the Tiancan Sect have evolved in accord with the times after experiencing the baptism of technology.

In other words, the Sky Eye surveillance system blocked the way, and the police of the People's Revolutionary League also had disable weapons in their hands. Otherwise, there would be some business in the dark world of Middle Earth.

After the technical personnel's research, the basic materials of the Buddha's anger Tanglian have been upgraded from black gunpowder to black Sorkin, and then evolved to "nuclear bombs of weak countries". The final body is the "Rose of the Poor" in the hands of the eight-armed Arhat!

At this time, Haihu Bai Junlang frowned and turned his head to the Nanzhen fighter Telli beside him and ordered: "Hide behind me!"

Only then did Taili not give others face, even if Haihu Bai Junlang saved himself just now.

So, Haihu Bai Junlang landed on the ground with his feet, used his right shoulder to make an arrow to resist the giant sword wide on the door panel. Incandescent electric light burst out at half of the nodes of the [merids on the surface of the body], and in an instant, the electromagnetic shield that can be seen around him can be opened.

The VIP box followed closely and reacted, and in an instant, the alloy fence with lead-filled in the interlayer fell down, bringing safety alert to the highest level.

"The Rose of the Poor" exploded instantly. In the core area of ​​the Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus, a purple-red smoke column rose sharply. The fire clouds at the top continued to surge out, and the rose petals stretched out, emitting an extremely strange ominous aura.

Since most of the power gushed towards Wu Liyang's position, supporters and onlookers under the arena were inevitably affected.

The flexible metal baffle is like a thin piece of paper. It is completely broken when the wind blows. The broken pieces splatter out on the spot, and another group of viewers are in trouble.

The private room was inevitably touched by the aftermath, and it was violently shaken for more than a dozen times, just like a murderous hand of a small earthquake.

Even the unrelated ones are so embarrassed, what will happen to Wu Liyang in the core area?

The rose petals withered and gradually fell, the pungent smoke dissipated and disappeared, revealing the area where the power of the Buddha's anger, Tang Lotus exploded.

A bloody and charred figure could no longer be held back, like a flower bud slowly blooming.

First, it was burnt like a reed stick and his hands, and then his legs with the bones exposed on the knees. Even if they were not killed on the spot, the toxic radiation contained in the roses of the poor would probably have taken away half of his life.

At this time, you can see how cruel the killer in the Dark World of Middle Earth is! He actually used the super bombs that were ranked in the national arsenal sequence in the promotion competition.

If the Sea Tiger White Army Waves had not opened the electromagnetic shield and the poor's rose power sprayed into the range, the competition audience would have lost more.

The dusty Nanzhen fighter Taili was burned to death at this time and then realized the kindness of the Haihu Bai Junlang.

However, Haihu Bai Junlang looked at him with a very cold look, as if he said silently: You have lost my favor!

On the verge of death, Wu Liyang's consciousness sank into the depths of the darkness and quietly came to a bonfire, and dozens of candles were lit around.

Compared to the last time I came in, two candles burned out, and the length of the elbows became as short as the thumb.

"I won't be willing to die like this! I want to fight, I still have to fight, I also want to win glory for the Wu family and win the glory of the King of Fighters Competition!"

A sigh came from the depths of the darkness, fifty-six candles were extinguished in an instant, and only a faint candlelight stood near the campfire, neither far nor near.

At this time, Wu Liyang, who had only breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and countless bloodshot appeared around his dark pupils, spreading from the corners of his eyes to his temples, and blue veins swelled up, spreading along his ears to his jaw, just like a pair of inhuman masks on his face.

Haihu Bai Junlang immediately noticed the turbulence in the subconscious realm: "The embers of the Gaotian Genshin Impact Kingdom of Sakura Kingdom? The divine mask! Which great god has come here in this real body?"

Haihu Bai Junlang knew very clearly that the 80 million Sakura Kingdom's red deer jade was broken, resulting in the revival of the destruction of Gaotian's Genshin Impact Kingdom. However, the great gods such as Amaterasu, Yueyu Xiaonan, Susatsu and others were completely gone, and the divine sparks were still preserved, probably only the great gods of the faith system!

"Inari God? Uka's soul control? No, it's its messenger!"

Wu Liyang, who was disabled, was hung up by invisible silk thread in a trance, like a puppet doll. A vermilion tori appeared behind him. The paper-paste sliding door quietly appeared, and three doors were opened one after another, and a golden fox with three tails came out from the deepest part.

The fox rushed towards Wu Liyang. His body, which was damaged by toxic radiation, suddenly turned around and his flesh and blood regenerated at an astonishing speed.

The sea tiger and white army wave are closest to each other, and the clearest view is: "Cell reorganization! No, no, the poor rose contains highly toxic radiation, on the mysterious side, it is the curse of death, and on the magic side, it is the flame of the negative world. It should be only the equivalent exchange of alchemy, life for life, or the stone of the wise, some extraordinary divine power in the realm of life, such as the heavenly ladder and small resurrection technique, which can be saved."

At this time, a golden shrine robes appeared on Wu Liyang's body, and nine mittens formed into a ball, connected with the wind and thunder patterns on his shoulders, the sun and moon patterns on his collar, and the Yin and Yang patterns on his palms. The whole person exuded a holy divine and a wild beastly aura.

Unexpectedly, the eight-armed Arhat was also a person with a wink. He found that his opponent was not afraid of Rose of the poor, so he quickly clasped his fists and bowed, and gave in a barbarian surrender, jumped backward, and jumped off the ring.

Before leaving, Shangguan Yundun did not forget to say harsh words: "Don't be too proud, Mr. Wu, you have exposed your true posture in front of others. You have made a wrong choice and won a stupid victory!"

Wu Liyang narrowed his eyes slightly, his nose twitched, revealing the shark patterns of premature aging on both sides of his nose. He didn't believe the words of the eight-armed Arhat at all.

Shangguan Yundun did not forget to sow discord and said, "If you don't believe it, please look behind you! Even the mutant Gaonitz at the level of elemental dominator was scared away. The Lord of Haihu Bai Junlang, you are already eyeing you!"

With the keen intuition of the beast, Wu Liyang did feel that he was being hunted and oppressed.

He suddenly looked back and saw that the Lord Haihu Bai Junlang was staring at him, not scared by Yuqian Inari who was on him.

At this time, the eight-armed Arhat Shangguan Yundun took the opportunity to retreat and hid in the chaotic crowd. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared.

After sacrificing fifty years of life, Wu Liyang inexplicably felt hunger from his bone marrow. The intuition of the beast captured a trace of danger, which was also a turning point in fate.
Chapter completed!