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Text Chapter 243 The First Show of the Saints

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    At the entrance to the main hall of the Expedition City, Meng Sansheng put on the reward he took from Yaotang one by one - a six-piece set of scarlet blood suits.  Ever since he got the scarlet blood suit, he had secretly tried it on more than once, but in the end he quickly took it off without holding on for a few seconds.

    The Vermilion Blood Equipment was exchanged from the Heart of Eternal Death.  Every piece of blood equipment is full of murderous intent.  This kind of murderous intent is not a violent and violent murderous intent, but a more terrifying kind of murderous intent.  What is permeated with this murderous intention is a kind of indifference that regards all living beings as ants and all things as dung.  Killing no longer has any psychological burden, it becomes a purely natural action, as natural as breathing.

    Meng Sansheng put on a scarlet blood suit and felt the impact of this murderous intention on himself.  It was as if an icy hand reached into the brain and took out a spoonful of one's soul, leaving behind a hollow void.  At that moment, it seemed that he no longer cared about anything or anyone. He no longer cared about anything except defeating the enemy and seeking victory.

    It feels as if I have suddenly separated from my body and become an existence overlooking another self.  Looking at his other self, he had only one thought: This guy was not a human being, but a killing machine.

    This feels so terrible.  He didn't last more than a few seconds before he was so frightened that he quickly took off the scarlet blood suit.

    But now he is not what he used to be, he is already a saint.  His spiritual sea was ten times stronger than before, enough to resist the influence of the scarlet blood suit on him.  He confidently equipped all six pieces of scarlet blood equipment in one go.

    "Mengshi, don't be so careless. You have to wear the scarlet blood suits one by one. Get used to it slowly." Jiuse Lu reminded him beside him.

    "It's too late. I'm going there just to turn the tide of the war. How can I just go down wearing a scarlet blood suit?" Meng Sansheng said proudly, curling his lips.

    He gritted his teeth, held his dantian with a breath, stretched his hands, and the scarlet blood suit he put on in one breath emitted a dazzling red light, and the golden lines on the armor shone brightly.  He raised his head.  Close your eyes.  The feeling of being out of the body came back again, stronger.  Because this time he put on a full set of scarlet blood costumes.

    However, this time he did not feel the compelling murderous intention.  There is only as calm as ice and snow.

    "That's it!" Meng Sansheng suddenly realized something.  It is true that only saints can wear scarlet clothing.  Only the saint's spiritual sea can suppress the cold murderous intention attached to the armor.  When the cynicism that regarded all things as dirt was suppressed by the saint's burning soul breath, the preciousness of this set of star-rated armor was immediately revealed.  In addition to bringing physical protection to the saints, it can also bring spiritual protection to the saints.  This allowed him to remain calm as ice and snow without being bothered by various accidents on the battlefield.

    "Haha, I understand, this scarlet blood suit is really a good thing, a good thing!" Meng Sansheng danced and waved his white dwarf star gloves, looking up to the sky and laughing proudly.

    He rolled over, jumped onto the floating chariot, started the engine to the maximum, and roared out of the expedition city.

    "Hey! Mengshi! Don't forget that every time you kill an apostle, the murderous intention of the scarlet blood suit will increase. You have to be careful" Jiuselu chased after him and called out, but Meng Sansheng didn't look back.

    "This idiot must come back with a bang on his head!" Jiuselu murmured gloomily.

    With the strong wind blowing in the face and chaotic clouds like waves, Meng Sansheng controlled the floating chariot and rushed into the battlefield in the sky at lightning speed.  This is the place where saints and apostles fought in a decisive battle.  Five heroes meeting.  The Jialan Society and the Hell Car were killing each other in full swing.  What makes this sky even more dangerous is that the five male castle spirits gathered around Wei Qing, and they were also fighting fiercely with the eight hell chariots.

    "Baoling vs. Baoling, apostle vs. saint, plus mecha soldiers vs. armored soldiers, and mechanical ants."  The sky barrier at this moment was already crowded with death.

    "Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha. The car of hell, Saint Mengshi is coming!" Meng Sansheng let out a war cry with an extremely proud passion.

    Before his roar ended, there was a loud bang, his floating chariot shattered in the air, and he rolled and fell like a potato.

    "I'm going!" Meng Sansheng rolled desperately in the air and was so anxious.  Even if he has thousands of skills, if he can't fly, he is a loser. In this battlefield in the sky, he has no place at all.

    "Use the upper seal, upper seal!" Meng Sansheng closed his eyes and wanted to forcefully activate the upper seal, but at this moment he was so frightened that he couldn't get the inspiration for the upper body seal of the Suzaku.  Now he only had time to summon the Four Immortals Formation, no time to set up the first formation, and no time to set up the second formation with the magic talismans. He could only look at the sky with resentment, falling in despair.

    A buzzing sound of air vibration came from the side of the ear, and a saint covered in green armor flew past, reached out and grabbed his neck,A loss of strength.

    Meng Sansheng felt like he was soaring into the sky like a cloud and mist, as if a ground-to-air missile was flying toward a battle fort, and landed on the rooftop of the battle fort with a bang, blowing a big hole in the ground.

    "Thank you, hero!" Meng Sansheng got up from the ground, touched his whole body, and found that not a single part was missing. He was overjoyed, looked up at the sky and shouted.

    But the saint who had just saved him was now covered in white fire, screaming and falling from the air.

    "I'm going, hero!" Meng Sansheng was so anxious that he roared. The Suzaku printed on his upper body was finally activated by him, and two sunlight-white Suzaku wings grew out from his arms.  He slapped the fan with all his strength, and his body flew up, rushing towards the direction of the fall of the green-armored saint.

    "Bah!", the saint hit him hard on the waist, causing his body to fall straight down.  Meng Sansheng was so frightened that he flapped his arms desperately, like a wild duck stuck in the mud.  His body rose up unsteadily, and he barely held up the saint's body and flew back to the rooftop of the battle fort.  There was a loud bang, and Meng Sansheng lay in a large shape on the rooftop, wheezing.

    "Hmph, Fang Huaixi, you have today too!"

    A thunderous roar suddenly came from in front of Meng Sansheng.  And this roar seemed to be made by several people at the same time.

    "What's the situation?" Meng Sansheng raised his head with difficulty and glanced at the person he was carrying on his back.  This man was wearing a kind of green lotus leaf-shaped armor, which shone with light cyan light. It looked extremely beautiful and dazzling, and it looked as if it was cast from ice jade.  But his armor already had cracks visible to the naked eye.  His eyes were closed tightly, and he was breathing more out than in, as if he was going to die.

    "Wait a minute, Fang Huaixi, this name sounds so familiar." Meng Sansheng closed his eyes and thought hard, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out whose name it was.

    "Kill him while his life is taken away! Kill him and see how the Five Heroes will fight with us!" said a cold voice.

    "Hold on, let me use the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to collect his soul. As long as I have his soul in hand, I can complete the Death Banner!" said another high-pitched voice.

    ¡°I¡¯m going to take a nap!¡± As soon as Meng Sansheng heard this voice, he felt chills all over his body.  Although everyone is said to be a superman who can unlock the door, this damn kid has nothing to learn, so he wants to learn a sinister thing like the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, which absorbs people's souls. It really embarrasses mankind. No wonder the space destroys the world and spares no effort.

    "Do you think I'm a dead person?" Meng Sansheng raised his hand, threw aside the half-dead saint on his back, jumped up from the ground, and stood with his arms akimbo.

    In front of him stood five apostles covered in black star armor, each with a broken skull carved on their shoulder blades.

    "Broken Bones um, Broken Bone Camp?" Meng Sansheng thought for a long time and asked tentatively.

    "Humph, since you know our names, you should know that you are already a dead man." A giant man with bulging muscles said lightly.

    His words caused a low and contemptuous sneer from the four surrounding apostles.

    "Smile, laugh, laugh, use a tiger skin as a banner, why do you really think you are a figure?" Meng Sansheng cursed, "I'm telling you, whoever dares to challenge me today will die, do you understand?"

    "Where did these two fools come from?" The person who said this was an apostle with a horse face. His two mung bean eyes looked at Meng Sansheng with great disgust, "Ge Hui, your Ten Thousand Souls Banner will also take him away.  Alright."

    "Fuck your ancestors, I only keep good souls. Who wants this rotten soul? Just eat it. You are of ghoul blood anyway." It was that familiar high-pitched voice again.  Meng Sansheng took a closer look and found that this guy who was good at using the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was actually a bit handsome, but his face was as gloomy as a ghost. He didn't know if it was born like this or a side effect of practicing the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

    The horse-faced apostle narrowed his eyes and sneered: "I'm afraid this guy's meat is too sour. He Shu, he is yours, let's go kill Fang Huaixi."

    "Hmph, one move." The apostle named He Shu's voice was cold and familiar. He was the person who just talked to Ge Hui.

    Some of these apostles collect souls and some cannibalize corpses, but Meng Sansheng felt that the one who deserved the most death was He Shu.  Because this guy actually said that it only took one move to kill him.  This was simply the most direct humiliation to him.

    "I am a saint after all!" Meng Sansheng's eyes turned green, and he locked all his murderous intent on this damn He Shu.

    "Ouch, this kid still wants to resist. He really doesn't know how powerful our Bone Breaking Camp is." Ge Hui laughed sharply.

    "Stop" Just when Meng Sansheng and the five apostles were about to confront each other, a weak voice saidSuddenly came from behind Meng Sansheng.

    Meng Sansheng looked back and saw that the saint he had saved was struggling to get up.

    "Your opponent is me!" His tone was trembling, but there was an incomparable determination.

    "Let me go, boss, you only have half a life left, do you still want to risk your life?" Meng Sansheng was anxious, "Can you lie down and have a rest?"

    "Little brother, give in!" The saint known as Fang Huaixi said stubbornly.  (To be continued)

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