Eschatological System - Chapter 653

“Little guy, the gladiatorial arena is run down, should we find another place?”

The wind is a little lazy, and the dim and lustrous eyes flicker slightly, as if it contains endless mysteries, he looked at Ke Bei and said at will.

Mental Power Hypnosis!

Feng Ling is a strong mental force. When he stepped into the arena, he already shot. If the mood is not strong enough, even if the Jiuzhuan Realm is strong, he will be lost at this moment, and then he will be lost. Involuntarily walked down the arena!

Once he stepped off the arena, Kebei failed.

“No need, I think it’s fine here.”

Ke Bei’s face was faint with a smile, his eyes were clear, and there was no sign of being confused. The soul and mysterious cultivation of the soul was complete, and Ke Bei’s state of mind had been fulfilled. It was difficult for any acting mental force to shake him!

“Really? Why don’t you have a drink and rest for a while?”

Feng Yan touched his nose a little lazily, and there was a touch of surprise deep in his eyes. He didn’t expect that Ke Bei could break his mental strength hypnosis so easily, but as the only mental strength, he turned nine circles in one pulse. It is naturally impossible to be as strong as you are!

With the wind and some lazy words, the scene in front of Ke Bei changed instantly, the gladiator arena disappeared, and the crowd of people who were on the scene also disappeared. Even the Jiuyou Mountains disappeared.

Clouds lingering, Xianle slowly swinging away, refreshing, several women in colorful dresses holding wine glasses, twisting the seductive willow waist looming in the clouds, walking towards Kebei slowly.

The colored clothing was almost transparent, and the graceful figure appeared from time to time. More tempting!

“Son, the slaves pour you a bar?”

A woman’s Luo skirt is light, and the sound seems to go straight into the deepest part of her soul, making her bones a bit numb. Most people, even if they are strong enough in the Nine Zhuanjie Realm, can’t resist the soft whisper of the woman in Caiyi .

Mental power attack, illusion!

Like a dream, there is no difference from the real, and there is even a little charm of the real illusion.

Ke Bei stood indifferently, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. There was no change in the look, and even if the woman with colored clothes was holding her neck to pour wine, Kebei remained unmoved, as if she had seen everything through, and knew that everything was illusory.

“Seniors, don’t use these little tricks.”

Ke Bei stared straight at the wind outside the fantasy realm and said with a smile. When the secret soul of the soul has not been cultivated to the full, the true fantasy can’t confuse Ke Bei. As today’s soul mystery is completed, the state of mind is complete. How can the fantasy illusions performed by Feng Zheng be inferior to the true illusions in the reincarnation ring?

“So, it seems to underestimate you a bit.”

Feng Yan’s face was slightly moving, but his expression was still lazy. He slowly reached out his palm and was afraid to shoot.

Poppy!

Suddenly the clouds and fog disappeared, and the woman in Caiyi disappeared. Ke Bei still stood on the gladiatorial arena, and his steps never moved half a step.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

After the illusion disappeared, Feng Zhi’s palm did not retract, and he continued to pat it.

The low and crisp voice seemed nothing special to everyone, but Ke Bei’s eyebrow on the gladiator field was slightly picky. The crisp sound of palms fell into Kebei’s ears as if nine days of thunder exploded in his ears!

The mental attack seems real!

This kind of mental attack is the hardest to resist. There is a real attack in the illusion. There are absolutely no more than ten people who can resist the wind in the ninth floor of the 108 strong men in the ninth hell.

Unfortunately, he met Ke Bei, and met Ke Bei, whose soul and secrets were perfect, and his heart was so full that Ke Bei’s heart was like a bright mirror. Don’t mess with it, everything is clear.

“Although interesting, it is not enough …”

Ke Bei took a deep breath and shouted, and then spoke with Ke Bei. The ears of thunder stopped abruptly, and the gladiator field returned to calm again.

Under the gladiator arena, the young man in white robe Qin Kun is getting brighter and brighter. Among the 108 strong men, there are very few mental attacks that can be seen breaking through the wind. People seem to have no hands, in fact they have fought several times in secret, and without any accidents, Ke Bei easily broke through the wind force mental attack.

“The state of mind is perfect, so why can’t Feng Fengnai!”

“The man with the beard making me wait should be him!”

Qin Yue took a deep breath, his fists clenched slowly, his expression was a little excited.

Thirteen thousand epochs, so long years he was just waiting for someone. Although Qin Yue did not exist beyond the realm of the realm, he can break through at any time!

Once it became the main territory beyond the realm of the world, Qin Hui could easily get out of Jiuyou Hell. The bearded man didn’t know what plan was arranged, so that Qin Yi would be so willing to stay in Jiuyou Hell for 130,000 years!

Just as Qin Yan whispered, the battle between Feng Jiu and Ke Bei on the gladiator are heated up. The strong mental power is known as the same level of invincibility. The means of attack are ever-changing. Naturally, there is no illusion. After Kebei, he no longer tried it out, and the vast spirits burst out madly and blasted to Kebei fiercely.

Kebei has always been light and light. Facing the stormy waves like a raging sea, Kebei is like a towering mountain in the sea.

“No more, no more!”

Feng Zheng is very depressed, looking at Ke Bei’s eyes as if looking at a monster. He is the only one who has the best spirit in the Jiuzhuan Realm, but no matter how he uses it, Ke Bei can’t help it.

“Assign!”

Ke Bei smiled indifferently, arching his hand slightly.

Tianhun’s secret cultivation practice is complete, he is not afraid of any mental force attack!

Feng Yan didn’t care about winning or losing. After taking a deep look at Kebei, he walked off the arena.

“Who’s next?”

Ke Bei looked indifferent, looking at the people under the gladiatorial arena, and asked with a smile.

Two consecutive victories. As long as the record exceeds Qin Yue and eighty-one consecutive victories, he is the boss of the ninth floor of Jiuyou Hell, and will be able to accept these powerful men who are invincible in the original universe!

Although there was no change in Ke Bei’s face, there was a glowing glow deep in his eyes. He was looking forward to becoming the boss of the ninth floor of Jiuyou Hell!

“I come!”

“I come!”

“I……”

Just as everyone was flexing their muscles and rushing to get ready to step onto the arena, the young man in white robe Qin Kun suddenly moved and slowly walked towards the arena.

Suddenly everyone swallowed back to the mouth.

“Boss Qin Yue wants to do it himself?”

“Is this necessary? The ancestors of the nine desolate gods and demons are not strong enough. People with four consecutive victories should be able to easily defeat Ke Bei!”

The crowd was a little shocked. They were all aware of Qin Yue ’s horror. They did n’t understand why Qin Yue had to take the shot himself. Qin Yue was the **** on the ninth floor of Jiuyou Hell.

In their eyes, Ke Bei was not qualified to let Qin Yi take the shot!

“Qin Wei?”

Looking at the white robe youth who came slowly, Ke Bei frowned slightly, with a slightly dignified look, winning eighty-one games in a row, even if Ke Bei was not sure he could do it, he did not expect his third In the battle, it would be Qin Yun who shot.

“What is your surname Ke? Who is your bearded man?”

The young man in white robe Qin Yue went to the gladiator arena and looked at Ke Bei with a serious look, and slowly nodded, a slightly deep voice sounded directly in the depths of Ke Bei’s mind.

“Daddy Beard? Who are you!”

Ke Bei’s expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly asked.

After the bearded dad left, Ke Bei could no longer find any news. The bearded dad seemed to disappear out of thin air. Now some people know the bearded dad. How can Ke Bei not be excited!

“Daddy the bearded? Hehe, are you the bearded son?”

The young man in white robe Qin Wei looked at Ke Bei with a puzzled look and nodded with a smile.

“Go, follow me!”

Without answering Ke Bei, the young man in white robe Qin Yue directly spoke.

“Yep!”

Ke Bei took a deep breath, nodded, and immediately followed Qin Yue to leave the arena.

Kebei also knows that people around the gladiatorial court are too talkative, not a place to talk!

Huh! Huh!

The two disappeared into Jiuyou Mountain in an instant.

“Leave … Leave?”

“what’s the situation?”

Near the gladiator arena, everyone was holding back, wondering what was going on.

The wind looked at the disappearing back of Ke Bei and the white robe youth, and the idleness was swept away, his expression inexplicably excited.

“Jiuyou **** … finally hope to leave this ghost place!”

The wind whispered softly, and then the soles of the feet slammed hard. The body turned into an afterimage and immediately left the Jiuyoushan gladiatorial arena.

“Wind, wait for Lao Tzu!”

The ancestors of the nine desolate gods suddenly climbed up, and looked at the wind that was no longer lazy, and then stepped on the soles of the feet, chasing towards the wind.

“Ah, it’s a pity, I don’t know what the boss Qin Yun is doing …”

After Kebei left, everyone was very lost. Kebei was not weak. They were lonely for 100,000 years. Originally, they thought that they could fight Kebei well. However, Kebei left Qinyu directly.

The ninth floor of Jiuyou Hell, in the quiet and elegant Dongfu.

“Don’t speak, I will ask you a few questions first, and then I will answer the questions in your heart one by one.”

Ke Bei hadn’t spoken yet, and the young man in white robe Qin Yue said first.

“it is good!”

Ke Bei nodded his head ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Forcibly suppressing the surging excitement deep inside, he answered in a deep voice.

“First question, what’s your name?”

The young man in white robe Qin Kun looked straight at Kebei, his deep eyes seemed to see all the illusory in the world.

“Kobe.”

Ke Bei did not conceal anything and answered honestly.

“Have you cultivated the mystery of the heavenly soul?”

After a moment of silence, Qin Mao, a young man in white robe, asked again.

“Correct!”

Ke Bei nodded again. Although he couldn’t figure out why Qin Yue asked these questions, but involving the bearded dad, Ke Bei did not dare to neglect at all. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)