Eternal Sacred King Chapter 219: Killing open the veins and build the foundation
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Not far away, there was a scream. m.. mobile network
The blood-eyed crow that originally hovered in the sky, flapping its wings, surrounded by demonic energy, rushed down, surrounded the people of Misty Peak, and kept biting!
The strength of every blood-eyed crow is a spirit demon in the foundation realm!
This is an extremely terrifying force that cannot be ignored.
As long as there are disciples of the Misty Peak who are alone, they will be swallowed up by the many blood-eyed crows in a blink of an eye, leaving only a dense white bone.
Soon, there were only a few dozen disciples left behind.
Except for Su Zimo, all the disciples who were alone have died!
Qin Yu and Ji Chengtian's two inheritance disciples looked embarrassed, and shouted hoarsely, commanding.
With the efforts of the two people, dozens of disciples were gathered together and used all their flying swords, spirits, and talisman to form a defensive barrier that temporarily blocked the blood-eyed crow.
However, the strength gap between the two sides is too great!
The blood-eyed crows are endless, covering the sky and the sun, constantly hitting the defensive barrier formed by the disciples of Misty Peak.
Qin Yu everyone walked in the mud, very slow, sinking deeper and deeper.
It won't be long before Qin Yu and the others are unsustainable in their auras, or a slight flaw is revealed, the entire defense barrier will burst into pieces.
The remaining dozens of people will also become blood food in the mouth of the blood pressure crow.
This is a complete massacre!
With Elder Chen and Feng Haoyu as the internal response, the Blood Crow Palace knew the strength of the monks on the trip to Misty Peak, and carefully planned such a trap.
The Blood Crow Palace didn't give the Mianfeng Peak a chance at all.
You must know that the blood-robed youth and the golden core spirit demon behind him were still watching coldly and did not make a move.
Once the two make a move, the last glimmer of hope of the Miaofeng people will also be extinguished!
Today, the monks of Misty Peak, apart from becoming blood slaves of the blood-robed youth, no one can be born here!
At this time, the blood-robed youth looked at Su Zimo who was fighting in the crowd, and nodded again and again, becoming more satisfied.
"Not bad, not bad."
The blood-robed youth smiled and said: "This kind of monk is worthy to be my blood slave, and follow me to fight the ancient battlefield!"
"Young Master, do you want your subordinates to take action and capture this son?"
The Golden Core Realm spirit demon standing behind the blood-robed youth, Yu Fei looked cold, bowed his head and asked.
The blood-robed youth waved his hand and smiled: "Don't worry, look again, I am curious, where is the limit of Su Zimo and how long it can last."
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On the battlefield.
Four cultivators stood side by side and blocked Su Zimo's path.
Boom! boom! boom!
There was a burst of noise in the four of them, and spiritual veins appeared on the surface of the body, reflecting through the robes.
Two people build the foundation with one vein, one builds the foundation with two veins, and the last one builds the foundation with three veins!
The monk who opened up the spiritual veins, it seems ridiculous to target a mid-foundation stage.
Now, there are four open-channel monks who have come forward, and one of them is the three-channel foundation building!
The monk who has opened up one spiritual vein has much more spiritual power in his body than Su Zimo, let alone the foundation-building monk who has opened up three spiritual veins?
In terms of positive power, Su Zimo cannot be a four-person opponent.
Furthermore, the four open-vessel monks cooperated tacitly, and spiritual skills and flying swords interweaved a net of heaven and earth to block Su Zimo's path.
Su Zimo couldn't rush through at all.
Suck! Suck! Suck!
Suddenly!
Su Zimo opened his big mouth and inhaled sharply. The huge air current tore his throat, and there was a faint tingling pain.
Su Zimo's chest bulged high, and the surrounding air was almost all sucked up by him!
The Python Eclipse!
At the same time, the **** of Su Zimo's left thumb interlocked, forming a weird handprint, and his spiritual power ran wildly.
The power of Fumoyin is strong, but it consumes too much spiritual power.
After this formula is used up, Su Zimo's spiritual power is almost scarce, so he has only released it until now.
"Fu Moyin!"
A huge golden palm fell from the sky, with clear lines on the palm, exuding a golden light, breaking through the heavy fog, and exploding the bodies of many blood-eyed crows passing by.
"Huh?"
The four open-vessel monks narrowed their eyes and instantly felt the power of this type of mudra.
But the four of them are extremely calm.
With their eyesight, they can naturally judge that although the power of this type of handprint is strong, the spiritual power in Su Zimo's body is too small.
It did not really exert the power of Fumoyin.
With the strength of the four of them, after joining hands, they can easily break the Mark of Fu Mo!
"Flying Immortal Technique!"
"Tiandu Boxing!"
"Silver Frost Broken!"
"Chong Xiaozhi!"
The four of them exploded with spiritism at the same time, and slammed into the golden palms that fell from the sky.
At this moment, Su Zimo opened his mouth suddenly and roared.
"Kill!"
The sound was like thunder on the ground, and it blasted through the crowd.
The movements of the other monks paused slightly.
The four open-vessel monks in the front tremble all over, and the spiritual power in their hands almost collapses, and it is naturally difficult for the power of spirituality to reach its peak.
This is Thunder Killing.
Unexpectedly, the power of the sound bursts out instantly, which can beat the opponent into chaos.
In fact, at this time, Su Zimo, due to his physical limitations, was unable to exert the true power of Thunder Killing.
Boom!
The golden palm fell down and collided with the four spiritual arts. There was a loud noise, and he was not defeated for the first time.
Huh!
A weird sword light appeared, exuding cold murderous intent, and pierced from the side of the four open-vein monks.
Four spirit patterns flashed on the sword body.
Su Zimo's superb flying sword!
In fact, when Fu Moyin and Lei Yinsha broke out at the same time, Su Zimo's flying sword had already been shot.
The first two styles are just the cards on the surface, the real ultimate move is the last flying sword!
Puff! puff! puff!
Three crisp beeps in a row.
The necks of the three open-vessel monks were penetrated.
Blood blossoms flashed.
The three of them looked terrified and desperately covered the wound with their hands, but the blood continued to gush out, which was difficult to contain.
The three felt that the vital energy in their bodies was fading quickly~IndoMTL.com~ their eyes were gloomy.
You must know that this sword not only pierced the throats of the three people, but also cut off the arteries of the three of them!
This is like cutting off the head from the neck!
Plop!
The three fell to the ground one after another, their eyes widened, their bodies twitched, and the blood dripping from under their bodies stained the ground.
Among the four, only the three-veiled base building escaped this disaster.
But after these fights, this person was also frightened, and he stepped aside, looking at Su Zimo with horror in his eyes.
If he hadn't experienced it personally, he couldn't imagine it.
A cultivator in the mid-foundation stage, with many secret magic tricks, killed all the cultivators here!
For such a person, if he waits for him to cultivate to the realm of foundation and vein formation, how terrifying his combat power will become? (To be continued.)