Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

"Are all the juniors nowadays so crazy?"    

"The melted demons have fused too many different bloodlines. These bloodlines have allowed them to rapidly improve and improve their innate abilities, allowing them to rise rapidly. They have a certain position in the younger generation."    

"However, at the same time, these disordered bloodlines have limited its limit. It's already considered very lucky that it has such combat strength today. It's almost impossible for it to continue improving. " The Ten Thousand Dragon Nest Dragon stared at the Ten Thousand Merging Demons that were burning its own bloodline.    

His eyes also revealed some solemness as he stared at the figure who was burning his own bloodline on the arena. "If it wants to improve, it must cleanse its chaotic bloodline. Return it to one. The best way is to find an extremely powerful ancient bloodline and force all of its bloodline out. Replacing it with such a powerful bloodline. However, such a bloodline was not so easy to obtain. What I didn't expect was that this Rong Wanyao actually had such crazy confidence. He actually chose to burn his own Blood Essence. Such a crazy method of fusion."    

Rong Wanyao's actions caused him, a sage, to feel a little ferocious.    

It was rare to see someone who could be so ruthless to him.    

Even though Rong Wanyao was merely a Martial Ruler now, Long Teng still considered him a figure from the bottom of his heart.    

"The risk of burning so many bloodlines is not so easy to bear. Once these bloodlines go berserk, this brat will most likely explode to death, much less explode."    

Huang Hunsheng shook his head slightly. Even though he had the secret technique of Nirvana Rebirth, he still felt that Rong Wanyao's actions were too crazy. The possibility of failure in this gamble of burning his own bloodline was too high.    

Even if it was the other party's Nirvana Rebirth Secret Technique, Rong Wanyao's chances of success were only ten percent.    

Nine deaths and nine deaths. This was a praise for the crazy action of fusing ten thousand demons.    

In reality, the possibility of success was really just a slim chance of survival.    

King Taizang's expression was somewhat grave as he looked at the merging of ten thousand demons, which was burning his own bloodline and attempting to transform under such circumstances.    

"There's no need for that."    

King Taizang admired Rong Wanyao's madness, but he thought that Rong Wanyao was too persistent.    

"Burn your own bloodline power. If you can completely fuse this power... You will indeed experience a qualitative leap, and your battle prowess will be greatly enhanced. At that time, I won't be a match for you. However, the possibility of this crazy action succeeding is too low. Not to mention whether I will make you burn and fuse with me, even if I really sit back and watch, if I let you fuse with me as you wish, the possibility of you succeeding won't be high either."    

As he spoke, Taizang King took a step toward Rong Wanyao, who was burning his own bloodline.    

The giant Buddha extended his three heads and six arms and approached Rong Wanyao's burning flames.    

"You!"    

Rong Wanyao looked at the Taizang King who attacked him, and a hint of shock appeared in his eyes.    

When he was forced earlier, he only thought of one thing, and that was burning his chaotic bloodline. He made a bet, and it allowed his bloodline to fuse together. The Origin Deity became one, and it evolved into a unique bloodline.    

However, he overlooked one point, and that was why the Taizang King on the arena didn't take action, allowing him to burn his own bloodline and merge with it.    

Stepping onto the arena, they were life and death enemies, their relationship was life and death.    

Why did the other party give you the chance to cultivate? Why did he give you the chance to fuse and become stronger before fighting?    

Seeing the Taizang King make his move, the spectating Saints all sighed.    

They knew that the fusion of 10,000 Demons was over.    

Such a crazy burning of one's own bloodline, the struggle of solitude, the fighting spirit of not fearing death, it truly made the Saints admire him.    

However, from the moment King Taizang was about to make a move, they knew that the fusing of 10,000 demons was bound to fail.    

Although the burning of all kinds of bloodlines in his body and the aura that erupted from merging with the body of ten thousand demons was powerful, the rampaging energy within his body made him seem like a balloon that could explode at any moment.    

In this state, the Ten-Thousand Fusion Demon was simply unable to fight against King Taizang. Once it attacked, the chaotic energy within his body would very likely explode.    

As King Taizang walked towards the fused 10,000 Demons, many Demon Saints frowned.    

The Harmonising Ten Thousand Demons was an extremely rare good seedling. If it succeeded in fusing with its bloodline in the end, its talent would be on par with True Dragons and Heavenly Phoenixes, and it would become one of the top monsters in the world.    

It was even possible that it could even rely on this newly born bloodline to give birth to a bloodline that was not weaker than a royal bloodline.    

This possibility made these Demon Saints want to see if Melting Ten Thousand Demons would succeed in the end.    

"Arhat, I wonder if you can give me a favor. Don't make a move. Let's see if this Heavenly Pride of mine can fuse with the bloodline in the end." Long Teng stood up and looked at King Taizang, who was standing in front of Rong Wanyao. His tone was sincere as he said, "If it can successfully fuse with the bloodline in the end, I will represent the demon race. Bring it away from the arena and admit defeat on his behalf. If it fails, I think you can save some strength"    

Long Teng's words were undoubtedly superficial. Regardless of whether Rong Wanyao succeeded or failed in fusing with his bloodline this time, this battle was all won by the King of Taizang.    

Long Teng's appearance only wanted to give Rong Wanyao a chance to live, wanting to see if he could create a miracle.    

Honestly speaking, Long Teng's appearance could be considered overstepping the boundaries.    

The arena battle involved the quota of the undying mystic realm. The experts of the various races faced each other, restraining each other. It was to not allow any sages to interfere in the arena battle.    

No matter how miserable the arena battle appeared, they couldn't participate.    

This was the rules. Now, it spoke for the sake of fusing ten thousand demons, and this already violated the rules.    

Besides, it was a member of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, so it had nothing to do with fusing 10,000 demons. If you say that fusing with 10,000 Demons is a success, then make it admit defeat. In fact, if the Fusion of Ten Thousand Demons did not admit defeat at that time, perhaps no one would be able to say anything. After all, the one who said that he admitted defeat was merely Long Teng.    

The other sages looked at Long Teng and frowned slightly. No one said anything.    

After all, no one wanted to offend the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest because of this matter.    

Not to mention, everyone wanted to know if merging ten thousand demons could succeed in the end.    

If there was such a successful precedent, perhaps they could have some sort of plan.    

Everyone looked at the King of Taizang, wanting to see if he would agree or not.    

Even the people from the other great arenas, Ao Lingchen and the others were looking at the King of Taizang, wanting to know what he would do.    

Under the crowd's gaze, the King of Taizang merged his hands into one, muttering, "An Ni."    

"I, Buddha, appease all living things. Even if it is a battle, why do you have to fight so desperately? Your life does not belong to you alone. "    

Muttering to himself, the Buddha behind King Taizang moved.    

Six enormous Buddhist hands pressed down on the place where the fused demons were.    

The Saints on the spectating platform all showed a disappointed expression when they saw the Buddha move.    

They knew that they had failed to see if the Ten Thousand Demonic Integration Stage could successfully smelt the Ten Thousand Blood.    

A hint of annoyance even arose in Long Teng's eyes.    

He didn't expect that this Buddhist Arhat actually really ignored him and still chose to make a move in the end.    

"No!"    

Six enormous Buddhist hands pressed down. An ominous glint appeared in Rong Wanyao's eyes. He wanted to get up and fight back.    

However, the speed at which the six buddhist hands descended was too fast, and they directly suppressed him. The swirling buddhist seals suppressed the violent bloodline power within his body.    

"My Buddha is merciful. Let me help you suppress this violent energy."    

Taizang King sat cross-legged, chanting Buddhist mantras.    

The Buddhist voice rang out on the arena. An enormous ancient Buddha's aura pervaded the air from the illusory image of the Buddha. Six huge Buddhist hands pressed down on the Ten Thousand Merging Demons below, and this Buddhism energy tyrannically penetrated through the body of the Ten Thousand Merging Demons. It suppressed the surging bloodline in his body.    

Under this overbearing Buddhism energy, the power that was originally filled with wanton bloodline storms and wanted to wildly collide with each other seemed to solidify as it was suppressed by an extremely terrifying power.    

Rong Wanyao revealed a shocked expression. The violent energy in his body seemed to have been suppressed at this moment, unable to attack his body, let alone merge with it.    

That powerful, chaotic, and violent energy actually gradually calmed down.    

The bloodline that seemed to have been ignited once again fell into a deep slumber.    

If it wasn't for the fact that the bloodline power within his body had become extremely weak and his body felt like it was losing energy, it would probably be exactly the same as when he fought against the Taizang King.    

This Arhat had actually burned and suppressed the bloodline that had narrowly escaped death.    

"Buddha is merciful."    

King Taizang slowly opened his eyes. The Buddha's hand that was suppressing the fused demons also disappeared without a trace. The enormous Buddha was reflected in the air, making him look incomparably holy.    

"I have already suppressed the bloodline in your body. Let's continue the battle just now."    

Yes, the Taizang King said calmly, as if what he had done was nothing more than a trivial matter.    

"How is that possible?"    

"The burning of his bloodline has actually calmed down? What kind of method is this?"    

"Is this the technique of Buddhism? Truly terrifying."    

The changes in the bodies of the Harmonizing Demons caused the surrounding people to be shocked. They all looked at the Arhat who was sitting cross-legged in shock.    

Even the sages had solemn expressions at this moment.    

Even if they attacked, it would be difficult for them to suppress their already burning bloodline.    

They had never thought that this mere Martial Ruler Buddhist Arhat would be able to do it.    

"What a good Buddha. It seems like everyone has underestimated you." Long Quan's face darkened slightly. He looked at the Buddha with fear in his eyes.    

"As expected of the Arhat. Such means are really amazing. It seems that you are a great enemy." Qilin Zi also muttered to himself in a deep voice.    

With King Taizang's technique, many Heavenly Prides had overestimated him and regarded him as a great enemy.    

The Ten Thousand Fusion Demons sensed the energy fluctuations in their bodies. They looked at the person in front of them with complicated expressions. Their emotions were extremely complicated.    

Originally, he had planned to risk his life and burn down his messy bloodline, gambling on his fate to completely sublimate himself and become stronger, killing the person in front of him.    

However, in the end, the raging bloodline power in his body was suppressed by him. He had saved his life.    

If it continued to attack, it was afraid that there was no way it could deal with him. Even if it burned its bloodline again, the other party could still use the same method to suppress it.    

He had lost this battle.    

"I lost."    

Rong Wanyao sighed helplessly.    

He knew that he had been utterly defeated in this battle.    

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