Fallen Devil: The Resurrection of the God of Death

Registering a Competition

A thousand one questions flashed across Lin Xuan's mind. He was confused as to how to react to all this. Although, he was completely unsure that all of this did indeed belong to the god of death.

However, it is also strange not to mention that all this does not belong to a god of death, such as a cyberius, phoenix, black dragon and nine-tailed fox, all of which do belong to a god of death like him. Unfortunately, where are they all?

Lin Xuan had to look for not only the crystal symbol, but also the beast as well. Their existence should be able to explain the true unknown before.

However, could it be that by finding the crystal fragment, then he could also meet the animal that became the symbol of the crystal fragment?

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Two days later, the competition held by Jin Wu was about to proceed properly. This competition is only for competition and anyone can win and get a fantastic prize.

Moreover, this competition was watched by three patriarchs from the three main sects in Jinling city. Of course, it is an honor if one of the three patriarchs is very interested in one of the registrants to recruit him.

After all, who wouldn't want to reject it? Only fools refused the invitation of one of the three sects. Not only the quality, the quantity of the three sects was unquestionable. Entering into one of the three sects was the dream of the young man in Jinling city.

Especially in the holy sword sect, the core disciple system was also treated. So not only were the outer disciples and inner disciples, the three strongest disciples among the hundreds of disciples became gold disciples, or rather core disciples who gained more resources compared to the other disciples.

As if being pampered and also obtaining special training, it was no wonder that many hoped to become disciples of the holy sword sect and become core disciples. Unfortunately, in the past five years, the position of the core disciples had not changed at all. It was also the year before that one of the three core disciples chose to exit the holy sword sect.

Returning to the focus on the competition, the blatant reason might provide an opportunity for young people to be glimpsed by one of the three sects without having to bother trying to enter the sect.

While Jin Wu's hidden reason was none other than, he wanted to find the figure who saved his son, Jin Xie. It was obvious, that Jin Wu had promised to give her a gift, but lately she had not found one at all.

Even though they had already met during the auction. However, Jin Wu only wanted to show Lin Xuan's figure to everyone.

Given the existence of this competition, he was quite certain that Lin Xuan was quite interested in taking part in the competition. That way, he could meet her. No matter Lin Xuan won or lost at the end of the match, Jin Wu would still give him the prize. In a way, making Lin Xuan a favorite competitor.

As for Lin Xuan, right on this day he re-emerged from the divine eye pendant. Inside, he had already felt quite satisfied like resting and reading all the related records about the god of death.

The outcome? About 50% of the books stored up, Lin Xuan couldn't read them. However, there was some information circulating, that everything that was in his possession, all of them belonged to the god of death. Surely, he also intended to meet the Byakko to explain everything.

“Rather than me thinking about it, I will go to the city square. I want to get that gift.” Her speech.

Although he did not know what gift to give, but it was certain that if it came from the city lord, it was obvious that it was not an ordinary gift.

Very quickly, within a few minutes the boy was already in the town square. However, to participate in the match it is necessary to register so that the process of joining it is so easy. Unfortunately, the registration counters are really very long and also crowded.

“Seriously? this child without cultivation is following this competition?”

“Hahaha I'm not sure he can win at the start of the fight.”

Instantly a scornful speech appeared on the people standing behind Lin Xuan. They laughed, even as soon as the person who had previously lined up in front of Lin Xuan also turned his head back and realized that Lin Xuan had absolutely no cultivation aura.

“Adik, this is not a singing competition. This is the battle competition of non sect cultivators.” Say one of them.

The speech just now invited the laughter of the other registrants without knowing its true existence.

“Soide, you are not at all suitable to enter this competition.” One of the large-bodied teenagers, he pulled Lin Xuan's body as if he wanted to precede Lin Xuan's position. And not only one person, the teenagers who were underestimating Lin Xuan, they pulled the child to precede the position.

This seemed to have left Lin Xuan almost emotionally ignited, but he was silent and not provoked by anger. Clearly they knew nothing that Lin Xuan had actually suppressed his cultivation aura to the deepest point, thus making everyone unable to see his cultivation realm and assume Lin Xuan was not a cultivator.

He thought that this world was no different from mainland Mao, that cultivation was everything. Whereas someone who had no cultivation would be discriminated against and trampled by other cultivators. It is clear that justice is minimal and is only enforced on those who have power, power and property.

Therefore, Lin Xuan wanted to silence their mouths. But not here, but above the battle arena. So he tried to lock his emotions using the limits of patience he had. No matter he continued to be drawn up to the position of the last registrant.

“Make the rules to be allowed to kill, then it should be something interesting.” His inner.

“So move, why is trash like you in this place? This competition is only for cultivators.”

Suddenly someone pulled Lin Xuan's shoulders so hard, it naturally made Lin Xuan almost gravitate backwards. Fortunately he kept his balance and was able to jump with balance.

Then, not only was that one person, there seemed to be three of his followers who also preceded Lin Xuan with such an arrogant face.

Everyone was focused on the person, looking handsome and was a first stage core formation cultivator. Although it was weaker than the others, but it was not worth the age of just 15 years old. Which at such an age, is already talented.

“Wait, isn't that young master Wu, Wu Yan? He had only stepped on 15 years but was already at the three-star Core Formation realm!”

“Damn, I know even though I can win from him, he could be glimpsed by one of the three sects.” Say to the other registrant.

Lin Xuan was about to boil, his spirit stirring upon hearing that someone earlier was Wu Yan, a member of the Wue family and the child of Wu Dong? It was clear that it made Lin Xuan want to kill him on the spot. Unfortunately, he still has ethics.

“Fucking people, can you guys not pay attention to young master Wue. That makes young master Wue uncomfortable!” shouted someone who was behind Wu Yan.