Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 452: The First Person Under Jin Dan

Invincible!

The monks who watched the battle from a distance, opened their mouths one by one, their eyes were full of shock, and they could not come back for a long time.

With one's own strength and invincible posture, suppress the three arrogant celestial beings of immortal, buddha, and magic powerfully!

Such a style, compared to the ancient emperors, I am afraid that it is more than enough!

More than a dozen sealers were furious and set off, rushing towards His Royal Highness, his face was frosty, and his breath continued to rise.

Everyone makes a mistake.

Where did they expect that, under the full blow of the Seal of the Shurazon Sect, this person could burst into such a terrifying combat power!

The battle of the three arrogant Tianjiao of Xian, Buddha, and Demon was slow to say, but within ten breaths. When they responded, there were already several Tianjiao corpses on the spot, and most of them could not be injured.

The loss was heavy, and the regret was late.

On the battlefield.

One sword is shocking, exudes a slaughter of murderous power, the speed is extremely fast, and it is almost instantaneous!

Su Zimo's right fist had just collapsed and flew to Pang Yue, and he could not withdraw it. He could only reach out his left hand and grabbed a long sword that came towards the thorn.

Hang Qiuyu had seen for a long time that Su Zimo's right hand was a bit weird, indestructible, comparable to a perfect spirit, and even able to resist the sealer's full blow.

Just now, Su Zimo used his right fist to blow Pang Yue's big gun again, which confirms Hang Qiuyu's speculation even more!

Therefore, Hang Qiuyu waited until now and shot from the left, just to avoid Su Zimo's right hand!

Jing Hongjian is the perfect magic weapon.

Hang Qiuyu didn't believe that a flesh and blood body of a monk who built a foundation could resist the sharp edge of a perfect spiritual tool!

Even the physical body of a pure blood fierce beast cannot reach this level.

But where does he know, even if the pure blood fierce beast sees Su Zimo after demonization, he must hide away!

Seeing Su Zimo's left hand reaching out, Hang Qiuyu's eyes filled with madness, and Han said, "You left hand, I want it!"

"Hey!"

Su Zimo sneered.

The left hand directly held Jinghong sword in the palm of his hand, and the long sword sent out a chilly cold, the sword gas was flourishing, and the five spirit patterns flashed constantly!

Huh!

The sword air was vertical and horizontal, and the blood flashed.

Blood stains appeared on Su Zimo's left hand.

But under the surge of demonic spirit, these bloodstains have just emerged, and there is a tendency to heal!

"Ok?"

Seeing this scene, Hang Qiuyu's pupils contracted.

What a terrible self-healing ability!

The next moment, he discovered something even more terrifying!

His frightened sword was caught by Su Zimo's palm. Not only did he not smash this hand, but the sword body was restrained, and the speed dropped a little bit.

When he was only one inch away from Su Zimo's head, he stopped completely!

Hang Qiuyu carried blood, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, and his mental powers were running wildly. Dan Tianzhong even stinged, his arms were trembling, and his strength had been pushed to the limit.

As long as you move in, you can pierce Su Zimo's head.

However, Jing Hongjian was still in the palm of Su Zimo's palm!

Hang Qiuyu clearly saw that Jing Hongjian had cut Su Zimo's palm, dripping with blood and flowing out.

He can even realize that Jian Feng's slow stroke across Su Zimo's bones, the feeling of dullness and stagnation!

But it was an inch short of success.

With the surge of crimson demon qi, the sword qi on the sword was gradually suppressed and devoured, and it was not as strong and sharp as it was at first.

Su Zimo's blood was scattered on Jinghong Sword.

The aura of the sword seemed to be eroded by some power!

hiss!

Looking at the blood on Jing Hongjian, Hang Qiuyu's eyes were full of panic!

No one could feel the fear in his heart at this moment.

What kind of blood is this person, even the aura of a perfect spirit can be suppressed?

What does this scene mean?

This means that if a perfect artifact is immersed in this person's blood, I'm afraid it won't be long before this perfect artifact is used up!

There are many imaginary legends circulating in the cultivation world. In the ancient book of Jianzong, there was a word that a drop of blood from the fairy can shatter the mountains, penetrate the void, and kill the ancient power!

For these legends, Hang Qiuyu originally disagreed.

Even if it is immortal, the power of blood can be so horrible, so exaggerated?

Until this time, Hang Qiuyu really realized that one's bloodline could really cultivate to that state!

The person in front of him is just building the foundation, and the power of the blood is already so powerful.

If this person really becomes powerful, ancestor, or legendary fairy, a drop of his blood is afraid that he can destroy a realm of life!

At the moment, let alone abolish the palm of this person, even Jinghong Jing is no longer under the control of Hang Qiuyu.

Soaked by the blood of Su Zimo, Hang Qiuyu can clearly feel that the induction between him and Jing Hongjian is gradually fading and may be cut off at any time!

"Amitabha!"

The monk Jueyu held the golden pestle, his body was shining with golden light, his eyes were like a torch, and it was inviolable. He had come near and screamed, "Demon, little monk, come over you!"

"You are not qualified!"

Su Zimo's look remained unchanged, freeing his right hand, clenched into a fist again, and slammed hard at the stabbing King Kong pestle!

boom!

Monk Jue's body shook, his mouth was torn, and King Kong pestle flew away.

Su Zimo grabbed Jinghong Jian with his left hand, took a big step with his right leg, and bullied himself.

Waiting for the reaction of the monk, a figure bumped directly into his chest and leaned slightly against him!

"Ok!"

The monk Jueyun stared.

A horrible force poured into the body through the opponent's body, and the head of Jueyu was completely blank, and the entire person was directly hit by the fly!

boom!

The monk Jueyu fell heavily on the ground, exhaling a large mouthful of blood, his eyes were dim, the amulet was broken, and the golden mask condensed by King Kong had also broken.

Bloodstains appeared on Monk's face, dense and dense, shocking!

The flesh has burst!

"not dead?"

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

Now that he is demonized, his strength has skyrocketed. Even if he is close to himself, even ten priests are dead!

Su Zimo's eyes turned, and he fell on the golden quilt draped on the body of the monk, who knew it.

This golden urn must be an extremely powerful defensive magic weapon, otherwise, even the indestructible body of King Kong can be hit into blood mist!

The monk Jueyu stood up in a difficult situation, and there was no air, and he fled towards the outside, like a bereavement dog.

"Hahahaha!"

Su Zimo laughed, squinting and squinting at the back view of the monk who fled in a hurry, and said loudly, "Just keep doing this, and you want to exceed me, go back and read the sutra for ten years!"

Hearing this sentence, the monk of Jueyu was soft and almost fell down.

As an heir to the King Kong Temple, the Buddha was so proud that he had never suffered such humiliation.

The monk feels angry and feels that his face is lost, and he is bent to the extreme, exhaling blood again.

"Ugh!"

He spit his blood, and the monk felt smoother, and sighed deeply.

"This person, I'm afraid it's true ... the foundation is invincible."

At this point, everyone realized that after this war, as long as the descendant of Shenhuangdao was alive, he was the first person under Jindan!

(End of this chapter)