Monster Editor: I can create evil gods

As soon as the referee's whistle fell, Yun Ao took the lead in attacking.

He was on tiptoe, and the whole person rushed like an off-string arrow, and the clenched palm suddenly loosened and swung it hard, and then his chest cavity bulged high, blowing out a mouthful of wind, and the poisonous powder pressed down the gust of wind, instantly filling the entire arena.

These poisonous powders are not only poisonous, but also form an effect similar to mist.

Inside the arena, it instantly became white, and unless you have the ability to peek, you can't see the situation inside at all.

And since Yun Ao made a move, Su Ziyu has been standing in place without moving.

Yun Ao's realm had already been figured out by him during the first encounter.

Half-step angel level, that is, Yun Ao is still in the realm of quasi-angel level.

This strength can naturally stand out in the Church of Knowledge, and it is also worthy of the position of president of the Court of Truth.

But he was still not put in Su Ziyu's eyes.

The real angel level, and the quasi-angel level, the difference in strength can be described as clouds and mud.

As his gaze wandered, Su Ziyu's pupils suddenly shrunk, and in the hazy poisonous mist, he reached out and grabbed it in a certain direction.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, there was a scream in the poisonous mist, and Su Ziyu's arm retracted hard, and he smashed it to the ground without looking at it.

The ground cracked, and Yun Ao, who was grabbed by Su Ziyu's neck, spat out blood in his mouth and almost fainted.

"You... How could you be okay... My poison is carefully prepared... Even if a strong person of the same level inhales, his strength will be affected..."

Forcibly enduring the sharp pain from his bones and internal organs, Yun Ao's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.

"With your level of poisonous powder... It's okay to scare children.

Su Ziyu took a deep breath in front of him, but his face did not change a bit.

Seeing that the poisonous powder he had carefully prepared not only did not have an effect on Su Ziyu, but was also belittled like this, Yun Ao only felt a surge of anger in his heart, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out with a pop.

His bloodshot eyes widened, staring at Su Ziyu, opening his palm, his spirit burst out, and a vine like a poisonous snake quickly drilled out from his palm, drilling towards Su Ziyu's throat extremely viciously.

If he was stabbed by that vine, I was afraid that Su Ziyu's throat would be penetrated, and he would be killed on the spot.

In an instant, Su Ziyu quickly grabbed it, and the vine man was firmly locked, he glanced at the desperate Yun Ao, shook his head, and pulled his arm hard, and Yun Ao was pulled in front of him like a dead dog.

"Bye bye."

Su Ziyu raised his leg and stepped on Yun Ao's head.

"No..."

Yun Ao's eyes widened, seeing that the foot rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes, and his face was full of horror.

"Poof!"

Yun Ao's head was like a watermelon, and fishy liquid of various colors splashed everywhere.

When he saw that Lin Huo was tortured by Yun Ao's poisonous powder, Su Ziyu had already decided to kill him.

After Yun Ao's death, suddenly a strong wind blew, and the poisonous fog that blocked the view was blown away, and the fishy liquid scattered all over the ground and Yun Ao's headless corpse were exposed to everyone's eyes.

"Shhh..."

Everyone in the stands took a breath of cold air.

Especially the referee, his eyes trembled, and his gaze towards Su Ziyu hid a deep fear and fear.

"Dead... Yun Ao actually died..."

"This is a quasi-angelic genius! Died in the blink of an eye?!

"And he died in his own poison!"

"...,"

everyone was talking and whispering in a whispered discussion.

Only the chief priest of the Church of Knowledge had an extremely gloomy face.

The blue-haired old man clenched his fists and stared at Su Ziyu with eyes full of killing intent.

Yun Ao is his student....

But dying in front of himself like this, not only lost his beloved, but also lost his old face!

"Damn it! The selection competition clearly stipulates that no one shall be killed! This little disciple is probably too arrogant! The

blue-haired old man let out a roar-like roar.

An Yuxuan on the side also looked at Su Ziyu with a worried face.

A typical calf guard for a blue-haired old man... Killing Yun Ao, Su Ziyu will definitely not be able to escape his sanctions.

"Su boy, take your head, exchange my apprentice's blindness after death!"

The blue-haired old man rose up in the air, six spiritual wings appeared behind him, and the angelic aura swayed out like a mountain flowing water.

"Who saw that I killed him?" Facing the aggressive blue-haired old man, Su Ziyu was completely unafraid, and said slowly word by word.

"It's not who else you killed!"

The blue-haired old man glared angrily, and a terrifying spiritual energy conjured up a Vajra phantom behind him.

"He was poisoned by himself." Su Ziyu shrugged and said, "If you don't believe it, you can know it by looking at the injuries of the corpse."

Following his words, everyone's eyes fell on Yun Ao's corpse, the headless corpse was blue and purple, and there were many dense bubbles on the surface of the skin, and the tallest bubble was the size of a fist.

Looking at this look, it is obvious that the poisoning has been deep.

"Could it be that his head was also poisoned and blown up?"

"Of course."

Su Ziyu shrugged his shoulders in confusion, "This is the poison he released himself, who can know what effect it has, or does anyone present want to come up and learn about Brother Yun Ao's poisonous way?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and the blue-haired old man's face was even more livid, gritting his teeth and looking at Su Ziyu, eager to immediately step forward and cut him by a thousand cuts.

"Referee! You don't care about it! Knowing

that he couldn't compete with Su Ziyu, the blue-haired old man suddenly turned his head to glare at the referee and shouted sharply.

The referee glanced at the blue-haired old man with some embarrassment, and the corner of his eyes quietly glanced at Su Ziyu, swallowed his spit with difficulty, and trembled and said:

"Blue manganese main sacrifice... Small... The little one was also obscured by the poisonous fog, and he didn't see what was happening inside..."

Could it be that because my apprentice still killed myself because I released the poisonous mist? Hearing

this, the blue-haired old man roared angrily, looking like a blue-haired lion that had been bitten by a child.

"If you don't have good skills, you can't complain."

Su Ziyu looked at the referee and said lightly, "Can you announce the result?" "

Ahhh... Well..." The

referee glanced at the blue-haired old man, glanced at Su Ziyu again, gritted his teeth at the end, and quickly announced the final result.

"Ridiculous!"

The blue-haired old man couldn't bear it, the corners of his eyes were bruised, and suddenly his palm slammed towards Su Ziyu's neckline, and the surrounding space was squeezed and clicked.

At this moment, accompanied by a crisp sound, a long sword cut through the rain curtain and pierced the earth heavily, not much away from Su Ziyu, bursting out a spiritual fluctuation, bouncing off the blue-haired old man's attack.

"Lan Manganese, the skill is not as good as others, bow down, and make trouble with a junior like this, I'm afraid I won't lose your old face."

The Qingyu Lord Priest flashed to the long sword, ruffled his long hair, and said softly.