Eternal Sacred King Chapter 1367: Ziyue Daojun
Bei Mingao looked at the cyan figure, and his mind was completely confused.
The sick and weak scholar, Mr. Su, has completely disappeared, and there is only one picture in his mind.
It is Su Zimo descending from the sky, like a god, killing the two great Taoists!
Has Bei Mingao ever seen such a power?
Recalling that he had even scorned and mocked this man many times, and Bei Ming was afraid and regretful in his heart for a while.
Fortunately, this Mr. Su is broad-minded. If he were to be someone else, I am afraid that he would have ten lives not enough to die!
"Did my sister go to this Mr. Su's door?"
Bei Mingao gradually understood.
"No wonder my sister has changed so much in three years, even Yuan Ying Zhenjun can suppress it. It turned out to be because of Mr. Su."
It is false to say that Bei Mingao does not envy in his heart.
Although he is not very old, he also knows that he had a bad attitude towards Su Zimo before, and I am afraid that he will never have the opportunity to worship him again.
Don't say it was Bei Mingao, even Bei Mingxue stood on the stone platform in a daze, a little too slow, and his eyes were full of shock.
Although she worshipped Su Zimo's school, she had never seen Su Zimo make a move.
She originally thought that Su Zimo Yuanshen was injured and couldn't even release spells, and her combat power was greatly reduced.
Unexpectedly, Su Zimo didn't use the primordial spirit at all, did not release spells, just relying on his physical body, he killed the two great Taoist towns on the spot!
Looking at the seemingly thin but powerful figure, Bei Mingxue suddenly had the urge to cry.
Over the years, she has suffered countless grievances.
But no one has helped her, and no one can stand up and cover her from wind and rain!
At this moment, there is a person standing in front of her, resisting all harm for her, even at the expense of the ancient family!
"Arabic!"
"My master is the Barren Martial Lord! Heaven and earth, the only Barren Martial Lord in the ages!"
Bei Mingxue's heart was agitated, her eyes flushed.
On the other side, Nangong Ling shook his head slightly and sighed.
"Still reached this point."
Nangong Ling looked sad.
Before this, he had reminded Ximen Ze and Dongfang Yi several times to let them not be aggressive and just enough.
But the two still didn't listen to him, so much so that they provoke this one.
"They are too much!."
Ru Xuan said: "I'm an outsider, and I can't stand it! Humph, as a Taoist of Rebirth, I can kill a real Jindan, what is this!"
Liu Hanyan glanced at Nangong Ling and said softly: "The brother's worry is the choice of the Nangong family."
"Hmm."
Nangong Ling nodded without speaking.
Boom! boom! boom!
At this moment, powerful auras burst out from all over the villa, and the world shook!
"Where did the thief come from, dare to be presumptuous in my Ximen Villa!"
"I think you are looking for death!"
There were loud shouts.
Most of the cultivators present were foundation-building cultivators and Jindan real people. The coercion of such a huge spiritual consciousness shrouded them, and the cultivators felt a tremor in their hearts!
Language!
This is the coercion of divine consciousness that can only be released by Lord Faxiang Dao!
Lian Return to Void Realm is a realm that most monks cannot touch.
The realm of Dharma is even more of an existence that Qun Xiu looks up to.
Some of the monks present have not seen the Faxiang Dao Monarch since they practiced, but unexpectedly, there are more than a dozen Faxiang Dao Monarchs appearing at the same time today!
"Mr. Ziyue!"
Nangong Ling recognized the leader of the Faxiang Taoist at a glance, and couldn't help but whispered.
This Ziyue Daojun is a well-known Dharma-xiang Daojun among the three great families.
Two thousand years ago, Dao Monarch Ziyue traveled to Zhongzhou, and he fought against a Dao Monarch of the Faxiang Dao of Illusory Demon Sect.
This phantom demon sect Taoist once ranked 62nd on the Dharma List.
But in this battle, Daojun Ziyue won!
This battle is also a battle for Daojun Ziyue's fame.
The three aristocratic families have rumored that Daojun Ziyue’s combat power must be at least ranked in the top 30 on the Dharma Sect list!
That was two thousand years ago!
Unexpectedly, Daojun Ziyue was devoting himself to practicing in Ximen Villa, and he was shocked now!
"Senior Ziyue!"
Nangong Ling yelled, bowed in salute, and said solemnly: "This matter is of great importance. Please call the elders of the clan for discussion and think twice!"
Su Zimo's identity, Nangong Ling is not easy to understand.
But his words are already reminding Daojun Ziyue to stop in time and don't act rashly!
"Huh!"
Daojun Ziyue sneered and said: "What a joke! A thief is killing people unscrupulously at my Ximen Villa, but you want me to think twice?"
Even if Daojun Ziyue heard the meaning of Nangong Ling's words, he would not take it seriously.
Don't even mention Nangong Ling as a younger generation, even if the Faxiang Dao monarch of the Nangong family comes, this green shirt monk, he will undoubtedly kill!
Ziyue Daojun looked at Su Zimo with a cold expression, and slowly said: "I don't care what your background is, what kind of school you are, you dare to kill in my Ximen Villa, even if you are a disciple of the super sect, You have to pay for it too!"
Nangong Ling sighed in her heart.
Daojun Ziyue didn't even realize who he was facing.
Not to mention the disciples of the super sect, in the preaching place, how much the titled disciple of the super sect and the combined power of the super sect have fallen?
"You want to kill me?"
Su Zimo raised his head slightly and looked at Daojun Ziyue with a mocking expression.
"Kill him for me!"
Dao Monarch Ziyue didn't talk nonsense with Su Zimo at all, waved his hand and ordered directly.
Wow! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A magic weapon came through the air.
Many Daojun magical instruments are filled with turbulent mana, which almost obscures the sky and seals all of Su Zimo's retreat!
Su Zimo's expression is cold, facing the pierced Taoist magic weapon, he directly ignores it, and rises from the ground!
"It's really looking for death to ignore Daojun magical weapons!"
A dozen of Faxiangdao Monarchs looked cold.
Boom! boom! boom!
A magic weapon hit Su Zimo's body, but he didn't pierce and chop his body into pieces as expected by many Dharma Xiangdao monarchs.
On the contrary, many Daojun magical instruments have been bounced off one after another!
Whether it is a flying sword, a cold spear, or a bronze mirror, there is no Daojun magic weapon that can pierce the flesh and blood of Su Zimo!
The group repair is shocked!
This scene ~IndoMTL.com~ has completely exceeded everyone's cognition.
"Huh?"
Not to mention the low-level monks present, even Daojun Ziyue and others have changed their faces!
Be aware that among the Taoist magical instruments that have just been sacrificed, there are many Taoist magical instruments of perfect rank!
However, the perfect Daojun magical weapon did not even pierce the skin of this monk, let alone kill him.
Furthermore, at the moment of the collision, this monk in the green shirt did not release any spells or talisman, but just used his flesh to resist.
Could it be that a person's physical body can really cultivate to the point of invulnerability?
Daojun Ziyue suddenly understood that Nangong Ling had just said the deep meaning in those words.
It's a pity, it's too late.
(End of this chapter)