I took the saint

Chapter 3 Nowhere to Run

weak!
very weak!

In the sarcophagus just now, Su Ze could see the three fighting through his spiritual sense, but he couldn't see the strength of the three.

Now that he has left the sarcophagus, he can directly see the three of them.

It also has the most intuitive understanding of the three people.

The first feeling is weak!

very weak!

So weak, he felt that as long as he had a little thought, these three old guys would be wiped out.

Is everyone so weak?

Or……

I'm too strong?
Su Ze frowned and clenched his fists.

Although the vitality of heaven and earth in a radius of ten miles was sucked by him to the point where there was not even a scum left, he could still feel the weakness in his bones.

Regarding the original strength of this physical body, he seemed to have only recovered to less than one percent.

But even so, the person in front of him was still too weak for him.

Su Ze was still thinking about using three people to measure his own level.

Right now, it seems that there should be no play.

The three goods in front of him are not even qualified to be his unit of measurement.

"He's there, but I don't feel his presence."

Sandeng Daoist's face was serious, his voice trembling.

Gollum—

This was the sound of He Qiye and Old Monster Nan swallowing their saliva, because they, like Taoist Sandeng, could not feel Su Ze's existence.

There are only two possibilities, the first one.

Su Ze is a dead man, without a sound!
The second type, Su Ze's strength is far above them, not only one or two realms, but crushing strength!
Now that Su Ze is sitting in the coffin like that, he is naturally not dead.

Then, there is only the second possibility left!

The strength of the young man in the coffin was beyond their imagination.

"You three..."

After Su Ze came to this world, he spoke for the first time. His voice was very pleasant, but I don't know if it was because he hadn't spoken for millions of years. His voice was very hoarse: "You three, how do you want to die?"

joke!

Although the three guys were fighting outside, they helped themselves out of the sarcophagus.

But the three of them are not good birds, the purpose is just this saint's body.

Moreover, the three of them had witnessed the recovery of the saint's physical body, so he couldn't keep them.

Whoosh!
He Qiye was the first to collapse the defensive line in his heart at this moment.

He was originally the weakest of the three, and he fought continuously. He was deprived of some vitality by Su Ze just now, and now he is on the verge of stretching his legs and staring.

Hearing Su Ze's words at this time, he jumped into the air immediately, wanting to escape for his life.

There was a halo of light shining all over him, almost turning into a flash of light, a flash of lightning.

He slammed the Tianling Gai again, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his speed doubled again.

At the same time, his black hair began to turn white rapidly!
That's him burning vitality to make himself faster!

escape!
For a moment, He Qiye only had one thought.

"I want to live!"

"This damn place, I will never come again!"

This time, he really tried his best, and he could even see his physical body gradually withering.

"Escape?"

Su Ze raised his head stiffly and looked towards the sky. He had been asleep for a million years. Although his physical body was strong, it was still a bit bitter.

Slowly, Su Ze raised his finger.

In an instant, the hairs of Old Freak Nan and Taoist Sandeng stood on end.

The moment Su Ze raised his finger, they felt a terrible opportunity appear. Even if they were not targeted, they couldn't move, and they couldn't give birth to a trace of resistance.

"No!"

He Qiye, who was still running several miles away while speeding across the sky, originally thought that he could escape safely.

But in an instant, he felt a powerful force lock himself.

Overwhelming.

There is nowhere to run!
puff!
Accompanied by a fragile sound, He Qiye was beaten into nothingness in the sky.

Not even a drop of blood was left.

Simply neat!

Spike!

Not far away, Old Freak Nan and Taoist Sandeng had weak legs.

"That's it... dead?"

"Just one finger, and you're dead?"

Old Monster Nan's sweat soaked through his clothes, and his lips were trembling.

He fought He Qiye for a long time just now, and he couldn't even break through He Qiye's defense. Now the young man in the sarcophagus died with just one finger?
"Did you see it?"

Taoist Sandeng was also trembling, and even his crotch smelled like urine.

The smaller the person, the more serious the fear of death.

"I don't know... how he died..."

"I don't even know how he did it!"

The two trembled all over, looking at Su Ze, as if they saw the god of death.

At this moment, they really felt the gap between themselves and this young man.

boom!
Sudden.

The sarcophagus under Su Ze was completely cracked and splashed in all directions.

After the smoke cleared, Su Ze stood up with a wry smile.

"This body is still too strong!"

The body of a saint, even though it has been covered in dust, is still so powerful that it is unimaginable.

Even now he still feels very weak, even if his strength is less than one percent.

But still powerful and outrageous.

It was so powerful that he couldn't control it.

The sarcophagus burst just now was only because when he released the finger just now, a little bit of the power in his body leaked out.

"it's your turn!"

Su Ze clenched his fists and glanced at Taoist Sandeng.

The old thing is the strongest among the three, but he was the last to appear, clearly wanting to take advantage.

What Su Ze hates the most is this kind of villain!
He raised his hand.

It's still the same trick.

Simply raise your hand.

An unpretentious finger.

However, even space is distorted at Su Ze's fingertips.

The terrifying power instantly arrived in front of Taoist Sandeng.

"Do not……"

Taoist Sandeng was terrified, but he didn't even have time to shout out.

Boundless power came from all directions.

Powerful and with no escape.

For an instant.

His body was beaten into nothingness.

Another spike!

The fall of Taoist Sandeng made Old Monster Nan very clever.

His face was pale, and his whole body was trembling with fat.

"died……"

"Even Daoist Sandeng is dead!"

"That's a fierce man whom He Qiye and I can't fight together!"

"Now, they all died under the finger of this young man."

The death was silent, and the death was unclear!
Pfft!
In the end, Old Freak Nan's knees softened and he knelt down in front of Su Ze.

Even Taoist Sandeng was dead, and he couldn't think of any other way to leave besides begging for mercy.

"saint!"

Old Monster Nan's face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground, bowing Su Ze's head like crazy.

The saint's tomb was made of special materials, and his physical body, which had been cultivated for many years, was useless at all. In just a moment, Old Monster Nan became bloody.

"It's me, lard, who is confused, and I deserve to die the most, for daring to covet your body!"

"I beg you to spare me a dog's life, I am willing to do the work of a dog and a horse!"

beg for mercy……

Su Ze stood in front of Old Freak Nan with a blank expression on his face.

At this moment, he realized the cruelty of this world where the weak prey on the strong.

The old monster Nan who was in high spirits just now knelt at his feet like a dog at this moment.

Su Ze's mood also gradually changed.

Because he is the flesh body of a saint, he once again got to know the world from the perspective of a strong man.

"Please spare my life!"

Su Ze didn't respond, but the old monster Nan didn't dare to stop for a moment, kowtowed like before, and even traces of blood had splashed on Su Ze's body.

"You...follow me!"

After looking down for a long time, he decided to spare Old Monster Nan's life.

The first is that he has just come to this world and lacks a guide-type character.

The second is that through the two shots just now, he discovered a problem.

Although his saint's physical body has recovered about one percent of his cultivation, he is still very weak, and it takes a while to recover every time he uses his strength.

He calculated it with the strength of killing Taoist Sandeng and He Qiye.

Currently, I should be able to use my strength about five times a day.

There are many dangers in this world, and he can't always do it himself.

It's not bad to be a little bodyguard for the time being if you keep Old Monster Nan!
"Thank you...thank you Saint!"

The old monster Nan was overjoyed, and clapped his head a few more times. When he saw Su Ze get up and walk out, he quickly followed.

He followed Su Ze obediently, like a loyal servant.

At this moment, Old Freak Nan's state of mind also changed!
Follow the saint!

How many people can have this kind of treatment?

This time, maybe it is an opportunity for him to become a strong man?
(End of this chapter)