My Card Has Mutated and Evolved Again

When countless audiences were amazed, there was a change in the field.

The soul fragments that were squeezed by the grip of death, after being returned to the earth, actually slowly gathered up.

These souls!

Actually reorganized into undead warriors with different looks and genders!

This is also one of the abilities of the Immortal King.

The dead return to the world for their own use.

Those souls who died in place of Fu Wan, were absorbed by the Holy Grail, and sacrificed at this moment, were all living people before.

They all died in the hands of Fu Wan and were absorbed by the Holy Grail.

Even their lives are stored in the Holy Grail to offset the fatal damage that Fu Wan received.

Seeing the undead soldiers standing up constantly in the field, the audience outside the field finally woke up.

A young man was surprised:

"Could it be that these undead warriors! They all replaced those who died in Fu Wan!"

"How many people died in his place..."

Looking at these undead warriors, countless viewers finally had a more intuitive understanding.

Every time the Death Grip of the Immortal King falls, one person will die.

Fu Wan was still firmly held on the spot, watching the figures of these undead warriors emerge, he seemed to recall something.

Feelings of unwarranted compassion flooded my heart.

Fu Wan looked at Li Yan in confusion again.

At this moment, his soul is not only imprisoned, but also has been isolated from the perception of his body by countless Buddha lights.

Once he tries to wake up and wants to control his body, his thoughts will be dragged into an illusion.

Without the guidance of his soul, his body is empty but unable to move.

Even if he couldn't move, he could perceive that the space around him was extremely compressed, confining him in this space.

He could not understand.

His tactics are correct.

So where did you lose?

Li Yan looked at the man and saw his confusion.

Yes, his thinking is calm, rational, and even correct.

But this has also become his weakness, a fatal weakness.

Because his thinking has been patterned.

Even he has lost his dueling style.

It was also because he saw that the other party would definitely stop him in the first place, so Li Yan tried his best and was beaten all the time. He even sacrificed several cards and was cut off by the other party in order to prevent the other party from shifting the target.

And all of this is waiting for an opportunity.

The moment when he reversed the situation of the battle was the moment when the body shape stopped before.

That is the time I have been waiting for.

An opportunity to control each other.

After Sansheng burst twice, in addition to his own enhancement, he also gained an extra skill.

This skill is called Elysium.

The effect of the skill requires three lives to continue chanting for three minutes before it can be activated. After the skill is activated, the target's soul can be restrained and fall into the blissful world deep in his heart.

If you want to get out of the world of bliss, you have to destroy it with your own hands.

Obviously, Fu Wan did it just now, so he quickly regained consciousness.

But the illusion of Elysium can not be broken without being destroyed.

Even if you destroy this illusion, once you want to return to this world and touch your body with your soul, you will fall into this illusion again.

Never ending.

Unless Sansheng stops continuously casting spells, it cannot be cracked.

Only those who have enlightened the Buddhadharma, yearn for this blissful world and enjoy this blissful illusion, can completely break this state.

Li Yan looked at Fu Wan, judging from his current state.

He can't get out of this illusion.

His vigilance and reason kept him from getting out of the shackles of this illusion.

Coupled with the triple **** of the Yuehua Xinxinglong, the Death Grip of the Immortal King, this made Fuwan unable to move at all.

Li Yan wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at Fu Wan indifferently, and finally shook his head regretfully.

If the other party has not changed.

Then I might want to be friends with this man.

Just now.

It's impossible anymore.

Because this is a death fight duel.

Under the gaze of countless spectators off the field, Li Yan sat down on the spot, began to recover his body state, and stopped going to watch Fu.

At the same time, dozens of undead warriors composed of broken souls have been born in the field.

Under the cover of hellfire, this site has become an immortal cemetery.

Dozens of undead warriors each raised their hands and drew out a shabby iron sword made up of pitch-black mist from the hellfire in front of them.

Then they held this worn-out iron sword and rushed towards Fu Wan who was trapped in the middle of the arena under the surprised gaze of countless spectators.

Then there were more and more necromantic warriors, and they seemed crazy, completely submerging Fu Wan.

Although Fu Wan could not move, his perception was still there.

He almost remembered the appearance of these necromantic warriors.

Although I almost lost all feelings.

But the useless compassion has always tortured his heart.

Every time he kills, he shakes.

Every time he kills, he asks himself.

This sword will take this person's entire life.

Can I bear his death and continue to walk?

To this day, how many people he has killed.

Can they really bear the weight of their lives?

All along, Fu Wan's path to becoming stronger, in his view, was all sinful.

To seize the lives of others, to make yourself stronger.

Take the lives of others to offset one's own death.

This torment was a few years ago, so it should end.

"Puff--!"

Finally, before too much, under the surprise gaze of countless spectators, the body-protecting qi that was finished was finally wiped out by the Buddha's light.

At the same moment when his body guard gas was wiped out, countless black long swords pierced his body.

These long swords all come from the necromantic warriors in the field.

Under their offensive, Fu Wan's life passed faster and faster.

In addition to the fixed life consumption of Death Grip.

There are countless necromantic warriors launched attacks on him.

The spectator stand of the extraterritorial card division is already full of strange colors.

"I didn't expect this decadent world."

"There are such duelists..."

A wild card master slowly sighed.

It can be said that Fu Wan grew up in the past year under their urging.

In their opinion, such an unrivaled power, it is impossible to fight even across two great realms.

Actually lost to his peers.

This is something they never imagined.

They can't imagine.

With full combat power, Fu Wan would actually lose to a peer who was also in the realm of the Heavenly Card Master.

At the forefront of the extraterritorial card division, seeing that Fu Wan's defeat was set, the extraterritorial card division known as the divine envoy wanted to stop Li Yan several times.

However, he gave up in the end.

Including the power holy master who controls the shield of the arena, all the people of the holy land are staring at them.

At this moment.

Can no longer provoke disputes.

The gray-robed man known as the divine envoy watched the life in the field continue to burst into pieces, and said with emotion:

"I originally thought that he would be the one who grew up."

"Unexpectedly, even him, UU reading www.uukanshu.com could not resist fate."

The man in the gray robe remembered a word from his ancestral land.

The growth of the Chosen Son should not be excessively interfered.

Only the chosen son who can grow up against the current on his own can change the world.

Now it seems.

This man holding the Holy Grail.

Can't you resist the torrent of fate?

Grey Robe Divine Sense finally moved his gaze away from Fu Wan and looked at Li Yan who was sitting cross-legged in the field.

If he would become the torrent of fate that defeated the end.

So can this torrent grow up?

A more determined look suddenly appeared in the eyes of the divine envoy outside the territory.