Eternal Sacred King Chapter 469: Try your life!

"Huh?"

Jun Hao and Si Yutang frowned, both showing suspicious looks. 【】.

The voice sounds familiar, and the two are not sure.

Normally, that person should be dead.

Is it possible that this person went deep into the ancient battlefield and returned alive?

"Who?"

The white-shirted monk rolled his eyes slightly, his face sank, and his murderous intent appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a touch of confusion passed in the eyes of the monk in white shirt.

This voice didn't sound from the cave mansion, it sounded like it came from ten miles away.

Here is the weirdness.

Since this person is ten miles away, how can they hear their conversation in this cave?

How powerful is this?

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

Suddenly!

There was a sound of clothes breaking through the air, from far to near, extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it had already arrived at the door of this cave!

"What a quick posture!"

The white-shirted monk's heart was stunned, his eyes turned, staring at the corridor when he came.

The same goes for Jun Hao and Si Yutang. They want to know if the person here is that person!

Soon, in the corridor, a cyan figure emerged, pacing forward, not hurried or slow, looking calm and calm, with an indescribable aura!

The visitor is beautiful, like a scholar, it is Su Zimo who came from Xuantian City.

Jun Hao squinted his eyes, killing intently, and said bitterly: "It really is you!"

"Are you not dead?"

Si Yutang opened his mouth slightly and said in disbelief.

Su Zimo's expression was calm, his eyes swept over the two of them, and he barely stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Su Zimo looked at the tall and burly corpse that was impacting the stone room, his eyes flashed, his eyebrows raised slightly, as if thinking of something.

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

After entering the cave, Su Zimo didn't say a word, just looked around.

But I don’t know why, just such a simple and subtle movement made the white shirt monk feel an unprecedented pressure!

Su Zimo's eyes are bright and deep, and his eyes are indifferent. You can control everything while watching!

Without a word, it exudes supercilious domineering!

This kind of temperament is not pretended.

Rather, it was cultivated from the endless bones and blood of countless Tianjiao, and it will be revealed inadvertently!

The white-shirted monk was expressionless, feeling a little uneasy, suddenly stepped back a few steps, and whispered: "Come back!"

The movement of the corpse suddenly stopped, and was taken aback for a moment, before the meteor came to the side of the white-shirted monk in a stride, and stared at Su Zimo murderously.

At this time, the wound cut by the killing array on the corpse had already condensed and was not bleeding.

"Brother Li, this person is Su Zimo!"

Jun Hao hurriedly said: "It's him, who injured your war corpse! The killing array outside this stone room was arranged by him."

The white shirt monk did not say a word, his eyes were fixed on Su Zimo with a solemn expression.

Su Zimo faintly said: "One of the five major leftist roads, corpse training."

After he went deep into the ancient battlefield, through Tang Yu and others, he knew a lot about the top forces of Tianhuangda 6 and he could see the identity of the white-shirted monk at a glance.

The cultivators of the corpse refining religion will use the secret method of the sect to refine a war corpse to help them fight, which is easy to identify.

Su Zimo looked at the monk in the white shirt, and asked with a smile but a smile: "I just blown myself so hard, why would I have the evil spirits of Divine Phoenix Island without going to His Royal Highness?"

The monk in white shirt has an ugly face.

The palace of the human emperor came, and of course he also wanted to fight for the inheritance of the human emperor.

His corpse is impenetrable with swords, fire and water, and is by no means weaker than the Eight Veins to build a foundation.

However, the cultivator of corpse training has a fatal weakness.

Compared with the powerful war corpses, they are not strong in themselves. Once they lose the protection of the war corpses, they will almost certainly die if they build a foundation for the upper eight veins!

His Royal Highness, the emperor, gathered all kinds of arrogances.

Don’t even think about it, it’s an unprecedented melee.

In this kind of melee, it is impossible for the corpse to protect him well, it is difficult for him to protect himself!

The white-shirted monk hesitated for a long time before giving up going to the Human Palace.

It was later proved that his decision was correct.

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

The white shirt cultivator snorted coldly and said: "His Royal Highness is a melee. If you fight alone, the evil spirits of Divine Phoenix Island may not be my opponent!"

"Oh?"

Su Zimo raised his brows.

"Who are you, what school and school?"

The white shirt monk asked rhetorically.

Jun Hao quickly said: "Brother Li, don't worry, this person is just a disciple of a small sect in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He has no background. Most of the year ago, he was just four veins building the foundation."

Compared with the top powers and level sects such as the Five Great Zuo Dao, Misty Peak is indeed only a small sect.

When Jun Hao said so, the white-shirted monk frowned slightly.

Most half a year ago, the four veins were used to build the foundation. Now, even if his cultivation level is against the sky, he has an open vein pill to help, at most, the seven veins build the foundation.

Take a step back, what can we do even if we build a foundation with eight veins?

This person comes from a small sect and has no support.

The background of the small sect is there, and the secrets of the exercises are limited. Where can this person be wise?

Did you miss it?

The white-shirted monk looked cold, waved, and said: "Go, try this fellow Daoist's method!"

The dead corpse knows, roars, and the momentum is overwhelming, striding over with meteors.

Compared with the tall and strong dead corpse, Su Zimo's figure can be described as ‘skeleton as a firewood’, and it seems that even a dead corpse’s finger can’t stop it!

But looking at the dead body rushing over, Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged, only smiling slightly.

Zheng!

Unconsciously, there was already a **** long knife in Su Zimo's palm.

The blade vibrates, and the blood is soaring!

"Want to try my method?"

Su Zimo looked like a knife, and said quietly: "Take your life to try!"

Boom!

Before speaking, Su Zimo moved and suddenly took a step!

When I stepped down, the ground under my feet suddenly cracked open, densely packed.

In an instant, the earth moved and the mountains shook, and the whole cave was crumbling, and countless sands and rocks rolled down, seeming to collapse at any time!

The hearts of several people present trembled at the same time.

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

Under the blue shirt, the spiritual veins gleamed one by one, and the spiritual power whizzed past, surging turbulently.

"Eight veins build a foundation!"

Jun Hao and Si Yutang changed their colors in amazement and exclaimed.

Huh!

Su Zimo took out the knife, and the blood sky soared, like a blood day, instantly descending on the dead corpse's head!

The dead body has no time to dodge~IndoMTL.com~ can only tilt its head slightly.

Puff!

The blood quenched knife followed the corpse's shoulder, and slashed it in obliquely downward!

The blade was rubbing against the musculoskeletal, and there was a piercing noise, as if it was cutting metal black iron, and the sound was harsh.

Thick and dirty blood rushed out.

This knife almost cut the dead body in half!

The blood quenched knife kept cutting into the chest of the corpse before it could stop!

The corpse couldn't move even when he was resisted by the blood-hardened knife.

Su Zimo's seemingly flimsy body, with just a single stab, bursts out a horrifying power that is heart-pounding, even the dead body that is impenetrable and inviolable!

The white shirt monk's face became paler, and his figure shook.

(End of this chapter)