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Chapter 107 Rakshasa God’s Reward
A huge red light with a diameter of nearly one foot shot out from the chest and rushed towards the Rakshasa Soul.

Then, with the help of the right leg soul bone's soul skill, another identical red light was released, because the right leg soul bone's soul skill was called Mirror Image.

The mirror image can copy soul skills. When the soul skills of this soul bone are combined with the soul skills of the torso soul bone, the power is comparable to the skills of gods. It is a major killer of Bibi Dong.

Knowing that this was the last chance to defeat the Rakshasa Soul, Bibi Dong released all her soul power, pinning her glimmer of hope on the soul skills of these two soul bones.

Bibi Dong knew it, and Lin Fan naturally knew it too.

Lin Fan had a solemn expression on his face, and all his soul power was concentrated on the tip of the Sword of Slaughter.

A sword energy was emitted that condensed the ultimate murderous intent and evil spirit.

"The first soul skill, a fatal blow!" A red sword energy cut through the ring and quickly attacked the soul of Rakshasa.

The power of his fatal attack now is naturally not the small-scale blow during the big competition.

Facing an attack from one person, the soul skill of the Fatal Strike is much stronger than the Hurricane Blood Sword attack. After all, it is concentrated at one point, and the Fatal Strike ignores most defenses.

It is most suitable for dealing with Rakshasa Soul, a puppet-like enemy.

"It must succeed!"

Lin Fan and Bibi Dong thought at the same time, staring intently at the Rakshasa Soul.

Lin Fan's sword energy directly cut through the Rakshasa soul that was wrapped in the spider web.

Bibi Dong's two red lights struck the body of the Rakshasa Soul that was cut in half by Lin Fan.

Boom! The Rakshasa Soul was blasted into a ball of purple-black gas.

The arena was shaking even more violently, shaking Lin Fan and Bibi Dong so much that they were almost falling down.

As the purple-black gas mist dissipated, the hell flowers in the Rakshasa Prison withered and disappeared completely, and the arena was silent.

There was nothing left at the place where the Rakshasa soul was, as if everything just now was just a dream.

There were only two people who were exhausted and weak.

"It's over." Lin Fan said as he sat down on the ground.

"It should be... right!" Bibi Dong said uncertainly, and then sat on the ground without caring about her image.

clap clap clap...

As applause came from above, the figure of Rakshasa Divine Mind instantly appeared in front of the two of them.

"Congratulations on defeating the Rakshasa Soul." Rakshasa's mind said while clapping.

"What's your name?" Rakshasa looked at Lin Fan and asked.

"Honorable Rakshasa God, my name is Lin Fan." Lin Fan slowly stood up and replied.

"Yes, can you let me see your second martial soul again?" Rakshasa's divine consciousness suddenly made a request.

"Okay." Lin Fan was not stingy and summoned the Sword of Slaughter again.

However, with a wave of the Rakshasa mind, the sword of killing fell directly into her hands.

"Such a pure murderous aura. It's very similar to that sword, except it lacks the destructive attribute. What's the name of this sword?" Rakshasa observed for a while and suddenly asked Lin Fan.

"The sword of killing." Lin Fan replied.

"Not bad, very vivid. I'll give it back to you." Rakshasa nodded and then returned the Sword of Slaughter to Lin Fan.

After Lin Fan took it, he took the Sword of Slaughter into his body.

"I'll give you a suggestion. You can go to the City of Slaughter. If you have enough luck, your achievement may not be lower than that of Rakshasa God." Rakshasa God suddenly smiled coldly.

There was an inexplicable glimmer of sinisterness in his eyes.

"Why are you telling me this?" Lin Fan frowned.

"Could it be that Rakshasa God saw that my sword of slaughter was related to the Asura Sword?" Lin Fan thought to himself. As a native god, Rakshasa God was one of the strongest among the eighteen main gods, or first-level gods.

The Rakshasa God and the Asura God are mutually restraining beings in the divine world.

It is not surprising that Rakshasa God is so familiar with Shura God that he recognizes the origin of the Sword of Slaughter.

"I am telling you this because you have been working so hard to help my successor."

“I also hope that you can continue to lend a hand when my successor needs your help in the future, so that he can successfully complete the nine tests of the divine position.” Rakshasa’s mind returned to its normal state.

"In this fourth divine test, with my authority, I can allow you to increase your soul power by one level, or increase the life span of your ninth soul ring by 10,000 years. You can choose one."

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, and after thinking it over, he said to the Rakshasa God: "Thank you, Rakshasa God. I choose to increase my life by 10,000 years."

After all, Lin Fan’s current soul power is level 96, and his second martial soul still has seven soul rings that have not been attached. Once all the soul rings are attached, he will definitely be able to reach level 99.

Therefore, increasing one level of soul power is not very tempting for Lin Fan.

If the age of the Green Shadow Sword's ninth soul ring is increased by 10,000 years, it will surely become a hundred thousand year soul ring.

Not only can it increase the power of the ninth soul skill, but it can also make the hundred thousand year soul ring more impressive.

Rakshasa waved his hand and a purple-black beam of light enveloped Lin Fan.

All of Lin Fan's Qingying Sword's soul rings appeared, and then he clearly felt a soul power merging into the ninth soul ring.

Soon, the ninth soul ring completely changed from black and red to a scarlet halo.

At this point, with the help of Rakshasa God, Lin Fan's ninety thousand year soul ring became a hundred thousand year soul ring.

"???"

Bibi Dong's face was full of question marks, and she suddenly felt that Lin Fan was the successor to the throne of Rakshasa God, and she was the passerby.

When had Bibi Dong ever seen such a generous Rakshasa God?

"Rakshasa God, you are biased!" Bibi Dong stood up and said with resentment on her face.

"Now it's your turn. Congratulations on passing the fourth divine test. Your affinity with the power of Rakshasa has increased by 20%, and the age of all the spirit rings of your first martial spirit has been increased by 10,000 years."

"At the same time, in order for you to accept the power of Rakshasa as soon as possible, I will grant you another Rakshasa power. I hope you can comprehend it."

At the end of his speech, Rakshasa God showed a sinister smile, and then without waiting for Bibi Dong to say anything.

The same purple-black beam of light as Lin Fan's enveloped Bibi Dong.

The difference is that there is also a purple-red gas in the beam of light that merges into Bibi Dong's body.

"Ah~" The moment the purple-red gas merged into her body, Bibi Dong couldn't help but let out an alluring hum.

Lin Fan and Bibi Dong didn't have time to do anything. They just felt dizzy and appeared in a secret room, leaving the Rakshasa Secret Realm.

The two of them lay down in front of the stone statue of the Rakshasa God. The most important thing was that Bibi Dong lay on Lin Fan with a red face.

Although Lin Fan was granted a spirit ring lifespan of 10,000 years, he had yet to recover from his weakness.

But Bibi Dong was different. She was obviously full of strength and Lin Fan couldn't push her.

"Bibi Dong, wake up!" Lin Fan, who was lying underneath, clearly felt that Bibi Dong's body temperature was too hot.

He could see the confusion in Bibi Dong's eyes.

"No, what is the Rakshasa power that Rakshasa God mentioned? There is obviously something wrong with Bibi Dong's current condition." Lin Fan suddenly felt helpless, and a sense of uneasiness surged from the bottom of his heart.

Bibi Dong, who was patted on the arm by Lin Fan, suddenly raised her head and looked at Lin Fan, her eyes instantly red.

He pressed down heavily on Lin Fan's chest with both hands.

　Here it comes. Fortunately, I still have time to write the second chapter. I practiced cycling for an hour and my butt hurts so much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)