Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 469: Come to try!

"Ok?"

Jun Hao and Si Yutang both frowned, showing suspicion.

The sound sounded familiar, and the two weren't quite sure.

Normally, that person should be dead.

Could it be that this person went deep into the ancient battlefield and came back alive?

"who?"

The monk in white shirt slightly raised his eyes and turned, his face sinking, the murderousness appeared.

Then, in the eyes of monk White Shirt, there was also a touch of confusion.

The sound did not ring in the cave, it sounded like it came from ten miles away.

The weirdness is here.

Since this person is ten miles away, how can it be possible to hear them talking in this cave?

How powerful is this ear?

In the world, is there such a magical power as Shunfeng Ear?

suddenly!

There was a sound of broken clothes in the air, from far to near, very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, the door of this cave had already arrived!

"So fast!"

The monk in a white shirt froze in his heart, his eyes turning, staring at the shouting when he came.

The same is true of Jun Hao and Si Yutang. They want to know whether the coming person is that person!

Soon, in the martyrdom, a cyan figure appeared, pacing, hurriedly, looking calm and calm, there was an indescribable momentum!

The eyebrows are clear, and like a scholar, it is Su Zimo who came from Xuantian City.

Jun Hao narrowed his eyes, killing himself, and hated, "It really is you!"

"You didn't die?"

Si Yutang opened his mouth slightly and said incredibly.

Su Zimo's face was calm, his eyes glanced at them, and he made almost no stop.

Immediately afterwards, Su Zimo looked at the tall and burly corpse that was hitting the stone room, his eyes flashed, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he seemed to think of something.

After a short pause, his eyes fell on the monk in white shirt.

After entering Dongfu, Su Zimo said nothing, but looked around.

But somehow, it was such a simple and subtle action that made the white-shirt monk feel an unprecedented pressure!

Su Zimo's eyes are bright and deep, his eyes are indifferent, he can control everything!

Without saying a word, it exudes domineering vision!

This temperament is not pretended.

It is made of endless bones and countless days of proud blood, and it will be revealed inadvertently!

The monk in white shirt was expressionless and uneasy in his heart. He suddenly took a few steps back and whispered, "Come back!"

The motion of the corpse suddenly paused, and he staggered for a while before the meteor strode to the side of Monk White Shirt, staring suzimo aggressively.

At this point, the wound cut from the dead body had already coagulated and was no longer bleeding.

"Brother Li, this person is Su Zimo!"

Jun Hao said quickly: "It is him that hurt your war corpse! The killing team outside this stone was arranged by him."

The monk in white shirt didn't say a word, staring at Su Zimo with a serious look.

Su Zimo said faintly: "One of the five left roads, corpse cultivating."

After he went deep into the battlefield in ancient times, through Tang Yu and others, he knew a lot about the top forces in the continent, and immediately saw the identity of the monk in white shirts.

The monks of the corpse cult will make a war corpse using the secret method of the ancestors to help them fight, and they are very easy to identify.

Su Zimo looked at the monk in a white shirt and asked with a smile: "I just blow myself so hard, why wouldn't my Highness know the evil of the Phoenix Island?"

The monk in white shirt looked ugly.

The imperial palace came, and of course he also wanted to compete for the imperial inheritance.

His corpse was inaccessible, fire and water were not invaded, and his strength was by no means weaker than Bamai's foundation.

However, monks of the Mormons have a fatal weakness.

Compared with the powerful war corpses, they are not strong by themselves. Once they lose the protection of the war corpses, they are almost sure to die!

His Royal Highness gathers Tianjiao from all walks of life.

Don't even think about it, it was an unprecedented scuffle.

In this scuffle, the corpse can't protect him well, and it is difficult for him to protect himself!

Monk White Shirt hesitated for a long time before giving up to the palace.

It turned out that his decision was correct.

It is said that in the **** battle of His Royal Highness, nearly half of Tianjiao fell, and most of Tianjiao was abolished, which was extremely tragic!

The monk in a white shirt snorted and said, "His Royal Highness is a dogfight. If you fight alone, that demon **** of the Phoenix Island may not be my opponent!"

"Oh?"

Su Zimo frowned.

"Who are you, and who are you?"

Asked the monk in a white shirt.

Jun Hao said quickly: "Brother Li, rest assured, this man is just a disciple in the Da Zhou dynasty.

Compared with the top powers such as the Five Great Left Paths, Super Zongmen, Jian Feng can only be regarded as a small zongmen.

Upon hearing Jun Hao's words, monk in white shirt frowned slightly.

More than half a year ago, the foundations of the four veins were used to build the foundation. Now even if he practiced against the sky with the help of Kaimai Dan, the seven pulses built the foundation at most.

Taking a step back, even if it is the foundation of the eight veins?

This person came from Xiaozongmen and had no support.

The essence of Xiaozongmen is there, and the secrets of the exercises are limited. Where can this person's strength go?

Is it out of sight?

The monk in white shirt looked cold, waved his hand, and said, "Go, try this Taoist method!"

The corpse knew it, roared loudly, and struck meteor.

Compared with the tall and strong dead body, Su Zimo's figure is ‘skinny and thin,’ it seems that even one finger of the dead body cannot stop him!

But looking at the corpse rushing over, Su Zimo's look remained unchanged, just smiling slightly.

Huh!

Unconsciously, Su Zimo already has a **** long knife in his palm.

The blade shook and the blood was soaring!

"Want to try me?"

Su Zimo's eyes were like a knife, and he said quietly, "Take your life!"

Bang!

The words didn't fall, Su Zimo moved, suddenly took a step!

At this step, the ground suddenly cracked and cracked.

Suddenly, the earth shook the mountains, the entire Dongfu shook, and countless sand and stones rolled down, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time!

The hearts of several people present were shaking at the same time.

Su Zimo urged spiritual power, and the Linghai in Dantian instantly boiled, setting off a stormy sea!

Under the blue shirt, the spirit veins shone in turn, and the spiritual power whistled past, surging and surging.

"Eight pulses build the foundation!"

Jun Hao and Si Yutang were dismayed and exclaimed.

call!

Su Zimo out of the knife, blood swollen sky, like a blood day, instantly fell on top of the dead body!

The corpse was too late to dodge, only slightly tilted his head.

Huh!

The blood-quenching knife ran down the shoulder of the corpse, and chopped into it obliquely downward!

The blade was rubbing against the musculoskeletal bones, and there was a sound of infiltration, as if cutting metal black iron, the sound was harsh.

The thick, dirty blood surged out.

This knife almost cuts the dead body in half!

The blood-quenching knife had been chopped into the chest of the corpse before it could stand still!

The corpse was unable to move by the blood-quenched knife.

Su Zimo's seemingly thin body, just a stab at hand, sent out a horrifying force of terror, and even the dead body that was inaccessible to the sword and fire and water could not resist!

The monk in white shirt turned paler and shook his figure.

(End of this chapter)