Chapter 844: Qinglian Shows Off His Power

As a person with a hostile stance, Yang Tianxuan certainly does not want Zongyuan to continue to win and obtain a quota. So when Zong Yuan proposed such a condition, he immediately thought, should he accept it? The opposite of interest is risk. There is only one quota for the Holy Cult. If he loses, he will have no way to explain it to the Holy Lord, but if he doesn't agree, he will feel unwilling to do so.

After several thoughts passed through his mind, he seemed to have made up his mind. His eyes flickered and he took a deep look at the divine child. The latter understood what he meant, his face suddenly turned pale, and he nodded imperceptibly. Then he glared at Zong Yuan resentfully and said sternly: "Okay, I accept your challenge. The loser will be a servant for life and give up the competition for the quota in this genius conference!"

Zong Yuan was slightly surprised. His words just now were just to undermine the other party's confidence, but he didn't expect him to accept it. This made him vigilant. If the other party dared to take such a big risk, it must have a very high chance of winning, but what did he rely on?

In the audience, Zhang Jun also had a worried look on his face. He kept observing the spiritual child with Buddha eyes, but found nothing unusual. He had the same doubts as Zong Yuan in his heart. What was he relying on?

Although he couldn't figure it out, Zhang Jun didn't dare to be careless. He glanced in Qinglian's direction and saw that she had just finished a fight and was preparing for the next round of battle. He immediately waved to Qinglian, and she nodded slightly and walked over quickly. The master and apprentice murmured a few words in a low voice, and Qinglian walked towards Zongyuan within a moment.

At this moment, Zong Yuan was confronting someone. He suddenly saw Qing Lian coming up. He seemed to understand something and said with a smile: "Honey, are you worried that I can't beat this loser?"

Qinglian smiled shyly, suddenly came closer, and kissed Zongyuan on the lips. Taking advantage of this opportunity, a powerful life force entered Zong Yuan's body through his lips and lurked.

Qinglian's magical power is called "The Magical Power of Life", which she possesses after refining the life gem. This magical power can instantly enhance a person's combat effectiveness and quickly heal a person's injuries. She had been instructed by Zhang Jun to secretly apply magical powers to Zong Yuan to help him secure victory in the upcoming battle.

"Kiss me more often, because you are about to become a dead person!" the child of the divine warrior said viciously.

After Qinglian stepped down, Zongyuan turned around and smiled, saying: "I know you have a trump card, but it's a pity that it's useless to me!"

"Kill!" The child of the divine warrior shouted, and his body crashed into Zong Yuan like a cannonball. Bright brilliance erupted from his body, and wind and thunder rose together with fierce power. A gust of strong wind swept over, and his palm transformed into dozens of fist shadows, each of which had the lethality of breaking gold and cracking rocks.

"Awesome! His speed is too fast and his strength is too strong, making each of his fists extremely powerful. Even an adult with half-step magical power may not be able to catch it!" someone exclaimed.

Zhang Jun had been looking through the Buddha's eyes. At this moment, he saw a violent energy erupting from the body of the child of the divine warrior, which coincided with his punch. The power of each of his punch attacks was more than doubled. In this case, if Zong Yuan resists rashly, he will definitely suffer a loud noise or even be seriously injured.

"Go all out!" Zhang Jun shouted softly.

Zongyuan's heart moved, and the magical power that Qinglian transferred into his body began to explode. In an instant, he felt that his body was full of energy, and his combat power had increased by 30%. What was even more incredible was that his spiritual power had at least doubled! When the opponent's fist was about to hit, he suddenly activated his mind-panning technique to interfere with the opponent's mind.

The advantages of the divine warriors are that they are physically strong and genetically powerful, but their mental power is weak. This disadvantage can be seen from the fact that another child of the divine warrior failed in the first level of the mental power test. And Zongyuan's mind-reading skills are not inferior to Zhang Jun's, and he is even better than his master. As if a bolt of lightning pierced into his consciousness, the child of the divine warrior staggered, and his infinitely powerful move came to an abrupt end, unable to follow up.

Zhang Jun's mind-reading skills came from the Yuan family in Nanyang. The inheritance of the Yuan family comes from Yuan Tiangang. This mind-panning technique is extremely mysterious and is good at controlling people's hearts. Especially after Xiao Longnu passed away, she repeatedly calculated this technique and sublimated it on the original basis. Nowadays, the Heart Pan Technique used by Zong Yuan is very different from the one used by Zhang Jun in the past, and its power has been greatly improved.

No matter how powerful he was, this child of the divine warrior could not use it because his consciousness went blank for a moment. Zong Yuan seized this moment and blasted out his iron fist, hitting the opponent's chest hard.

"Crack!"

The child of the divine warrior had his sternum exploded and his internal organs damaged. He grunted and fell off the stage like a kite with its string broken. After struggling for a few times, he never stood up again. At this time, his face was full of despair, and he did not dare to look in the direction of Yang Tianxuan. Yang Tianxuan, on the other hand, trembled all over, his face was as gloomy as if it was about to rain, and he clenched his fists fiercely.

"You were defeated before you had time to explode. Damn it, damn it!" He roared in his heart, wanting to rush forward immediately and beat Zong Yuan to death with one palm.

After defeating his opponent, Zong Yuan glanced in the direction of Yang Tianxuan, with a harmless smile on his face, and then said to Zhang Jun: "Dad, don't let me beat him to death, and I want to accept him as a servant."

Zhang Jun smiled and walked over happily. First, he patted the child's head bit by bit, and the biochip hidden in the nerves shattered with a "click". Without the biochip, the Holy Cult will no longer be able to control him in the future. Later, he called Qinglian and used his magical power of life and his supreme medical skills to quickly stabilize the child's injury.

Zongyuan stood aside and said to him with a smile: "From now on, you will be mine and will no longer have anything to do with the Holy Religion. Don't worry, the chip in your body has expired, and the Holy Religion can no longer control you."

The divine child was stunned for a moment. The most important reason why he was loyal to the Holy Religion was the role of the biochip. Biochips can not only monitor their thoughts and status, but also influence their minds, having a brainwashing influence. Under this influence, every divine warrior is fearless and loyal to death. Now that there is no chip, his mind suddenly becomes clear.

With thousands of thoughts in his mind, he nodded gently, but still did not dare to look in the direction of Yang Tianxuan. Zong Yuan said calmly: "Don't be afraid, follow me and drink spicy food. That person named Yang Tianxuan is just like shit to me."

When Yang Tianxuan saw this scene from a distance, he was absolutely furious. In order to cultivate such a ninth-level god under the age of ten, the Holy Religion spent so much money that it was unimaginable, and yet he was defeated by someone like this. He snorted heavily and shouted: "The bet cannot count!"

"Don't count?" Zhang Jun's eyes turned cold, and he glanced at Yang Tianxuan coldly, "Yang Tianxuan, although I know that you members of the Holy Cult are shameless, I didn't expect you to be so shameless! If you didn't acquiesce, This child dares to accept the gamble? If you can’t afford to lose, then don’t gamble. Now that you’ve gambled, you must be willing to accept defeat!”

"Hmph!" Yang Tianxuan didn't flinch, "Such a big event, related to the fairness of the competition, requires twelve seniors to judge!"

The twelve saintly masters had been watching silently. After listening to Yang Tianxuan's words, a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a green shirt and a wide robe with long sleeves said calmly: "Once a word is spoken, it is difficult to chase it."

Li Daojun nodded slightly and said, "There is no need to say more if a person has no faith."

A skinny old monk opened his eyes slightly. He didn't say anything, just sighed softly. However, everyone can understand what he means. The old Zen master is obviously still leaning towards Zhang Junfang. Shengjiao and Zhang Jun both belong to the three religions, so it is difficult for other religions to intervene in their fight, so the other nine great masters cooperated and said nothing. After all, losing one competitor is a good thing for them.

The three Great Bears of Middle-earth all expressed their opinions. No matter how brave Yang Tianxuan was, he did not dare to raise any objections. He could only glare at Zhang Jun with resentment. And the child of the divine warrior was also smart. Seeing that the situation was decided, regardless of his injury, he stood up and bowed to Zong Yuan: "See you, master!"

Zong Yuan grinned: "Yes, you won't regret following me. I think you have good qualifications, and you may be able to go further on the road of cultivation in the future."

After this battle, there were several more battles, and Qinglian on the other side finally faced off against the tall white kid. This man was a Roman Catholic and very powerful.

The tall white kid had a malicious look on his face. He touched his chin and said with a strange smile, "Little girl, are you that kid's wife?"

This white kid’s Chinese is very poor and sounds very stiff. Although these children are all born geniuses and highly intelligent, it is troublesome to learn a language. Therefore, although they all master multiple languages, they only have a rough understanding of them and their pronunciation is not standard.

Listening to the other party's weird accent, Qinglian responded in standard Italian: "Your Chinese is terrible, so you should speak your native language."

The white child felt very humiliated, his face darkened, and he said, "Now, it's our turn to fight. How do you think I should deal with you?"

"I should be the one to ask this question. You have been playing tricks on Brother Zongyuan, and I will not agree." Qinglian said calmly, "If you choose to admit defeat now, I can make you step down with dignity."

"Joke!" The white kid showed the tattoo on his arm, which was a series of complex runes. "I only have three moves to defeat you!"

Qinglian was not angry and said calmly: "I will not lose."

With a thought in her mind, her nine consciousnesses started to move. Since she has reached half-step of supernatural power, her seventh consciousness, manas, has been completely transformed into the wisdom of equality, and the first six consciousnesses have also been transformed into wisdom. Wisdom is also a kind of spiritual power, possessing great power.

In a daze, the tall white child was suddenly cut off from his five senses and six consciousnesses. His eye consciousness, ear consciousness, nose consciousness, tongue consciousness, body consciousness, and consciousness were all cut off at once. He couldn't see, hear, smell, taste, touch, and even lost his own will, suddenly turning into a walking zombie.

As soon as this technique was performed, even Zhang Jun was shocked. His eyes suddenly opened and he said: "The power of six senses!"

Hei Hachilang's eyes also shone with wonder, and he praised: "It's amazing! Qinglian just learned the Yuan family's mind disk technique, and she can use it on the spot to bring out the wisdom of the six senses in the form of heart disk technique."

"Amitabha!"

His whole body was bathed in golden light, and Zen Master Huankong had lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes. He announced the Buddha's name and said to Li Daojun, "You are born with nine consciousnesses. If you enter my Buddhist door, you will be able to magnify the Buddha's Dharma."

Li Daojun smiled slightly: "Monk, just give up on this idea. She is my Taoist disciple."

Zen Master Huankong also smiled slightly: "This girl has wisdom roots. Once she opens the eighth consciousness, she can ignite other people's karma. By then, no one under Da Luo can subdue her."

Li Daojun's eyes turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Monk, you'd better not make any plans, otherwise I will demolish your dilapidated temple."

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, you worry too much!" The monk quickly expressed his opinion.

The tall white boy's six senses were cut off, and his channel of contact with the outside world was closed, and his mind suddenly fell into boundless fear. Qinglian walked in front of him calmly, took out the lipstick and drew a big red cross on his face. When she stepped back, the white boy's six senses that were cut off were reconnected, and he immediately screamed and wanted to attack Qinglian fiercely.

At this moment, the verdict came out: Xuanhuang Small World, Qinglian won and scored two points; Roman Catholicism, Binli lost and lost two points.

The white child Binli waved his fist fiercely, and then walked off the stage dejectedly. But he was lucky. Just after the fight with Qinglian, the next opponent turned out to be Zongyuan. Zong Yuan and Qing Lian were in the same group, so the anger that had just accumulated was transferred to the former, and he shouted at Zong Yuan: "I will kill you!"