Eternal Sacred King Chapter 432: The soldier is not bloody.

On the second day of the arrival of the Palace of Human Emperor, Su Zimo left Xuantian City.

He didn't bring Eidolon, but chose to keep it with Xiao Ning to protect Xiao Ning's safety.

Although Xiao Ning has obtained the Danchizong inheritance, he will be taken seriously when he enters the Danyang Gate, but Su Zimo is still worried.

Only when Eidolon follows him, he will feel a little relieved.

After returning from Dan Chizong, Xiao Ning was very happy.

Because, in the memory of Danchizong's inheritance, Xiao Ning finally found a kind of pill that can increase longevity-Changsheng Pill!

However, the longevity pill is a third-order spiritual pill.

With Xiao Ning's current level of alchemy, she couldn't make it at all.

Before parting, Xiao Ning smiled and said to Su Zimo: "Don't worry, I will definitely refine the eternal life pill as soon as possible to continue my life for my eldest brother!"

Continuing his life for the eldest brother, this is the only reason Xiao Ning has become an alchemist.

Recalling Xiao Ning's smile, Su Zimo was in a good mood, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Su Zimo did not choose to travel with anyone.

Because, from the moment he was ready to take action and compete for the inheritance of the human palace, he had already planned to change his appearance and hide all the origins of his identity!

The Palace of Human Emperor came, and Su Zimo had to face almost all the super sects on the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

If a war breaks out and bloody, I am afraid it will be difficult to end by then.

Moreover, Su Zimo has a desire in his heart.

Enjoy a battle, don’t have to cover up the demon cultivation, don’t have to hide something, and have a hearty battle with many arrogances!

Since it is possible to demonize, Su Zimo must change his appearance.

Even if the major super sects settle accounts, there is no one at all.

In order to ensure that he is foolproof, Su Zimo will not use any means that may reveal his identity.

Speeding on the road, Su Zimo's body heard a crackling noise, his muscles and bones hummed, his body became taller, and his flesh and blood swelled.

Even the five senses are beginning to change!

In a blink of an eye, the original Su Zimo completely disappeared.

Instead, he was a two-meter tall, burly man with a rugged face, thick eyebrows, big nose and wide mouth, and he couldn't see the slightest grace.

Su Zimo condensed a spiritual power mirror with his backhand, looked at it, and was extremely satisfied, grinning.

This burly figure, the original blue shirt no longer fits.

Su Zimo rummaged in the storage bag for a while, took out a coarse linen, and put it on his body casually, opening his chest, looking bold, casual and informal.

Unless it is True Monarch Yuan Ying, scatter the divine consciousness and search on Su Zimo's body.

Otherwise, the flaws in Su Zimo's appearance can't be seen through sight alone!

This is the ancient battlefield, and at most there will be some sealers in the Golden Core Realm. In other words, the chance of Su Zimo being exposed is zero!

Under the sky, the Palace of Human Emperor is still slowly descending, exuding endless pressure.

The closer you get to the Human Palace, the more obvious this feeling becomes.

To compete for the inheritance of the Human Emperor Palace, everyone must rush to the area covered by the Human Emperor Palace, and the final fight will also be carried out in this area.

Su Zimo runs day and night, almost without stopping.

Three days later, Su Zimo's ears moved, and he caught the sound of fighting faintly from the southwest, mixed with a little roar of anger.

In the ancient battlefields, battles were normal.

Don't say it's a disagreement, even if they meet right away, the other party may suddenly get into trouble!

This kind of thing is so common that Su Zimo doesn't want to bother at all.

But not long after he left, his expression changed, he frowned slightly, stopped his figure, and pricked his ears to listen carefully.

During this fight, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

After hesitating for a while, Su Zimo changed direction and rushed towards the battlefield in the southwest.

……

Puff!

A big head was chopped off by someone with a single knife, and the blood poured out like a fountain.

A Qimai Zhuji was agitating his spiritual power, manipulating a long and narrow spiritual sword, and fighting with the four monks, it was very fierce.

There were a few corpses lying on the ground, and the blood still radiated residual temperature, obviously not long before they fell.

Beside this battlefield, there is a pretty girl standing there, dressed in a pink skirt and veil, with smiles in her eyes, clapping her hands: "The Dao is so friendly, and another bad guy is dead!"

"Don't worry, girl, Ding Hongxuan will definitely protect you!"

On the battlefield, the one who built the foundation with the seven veins of one enemy and four turned his head and said loudly to the girl in the pink skirt.

"Ding Hongxuan, are you crazy!"

On the opposite side, a man yelled: "There is a witch behind you, don't be fooled by her, and lose yourself!"

"Brother Ding, why should we fight internally, stop this peerless stunner first, and it won't be too late to enjoy it!" Another monk stopped Ding Hongxuan's spirit sword and said breathlessly.

"Needless to say, she has been charmed by the witch and completely lost her mind. Don't hesitate to kill me!" Among the four, an older monk said in a deep voice.

Hearing this sentence, the four of them were also ruthless characters, extremely decisive, and they used a series of killer moves to kill Ding Hongxuan on the spot!

The elder monk turned around and walked towards the girl in the pink skirt. Without hiding the **** in his eyes, he smiled and said, "Witch, don’t worry, when I fall into my hands, I will definitely pity you. Yes, quack!"

The girl in the pink skirt did not step back, standing in the pitiful place, her eyes turned, tender and tender, and she passed over the faces of the four, and said with tears: "But, there is only one person in the slave family. You have Four..."

"Really?"

The elder monk looked cold, and said coldly: "Then I will kill them all!"

The elder monk was about to turn around, making a poof, but suddenly a bright sword tip appeared on his chest, dripping with blood.

In an instant, the blood on the face of the elder monk faded away, and the eyesight regained clarity, but it was too late.

"Brother Liu, you still want to eat alone!"

Behind the elder cultivator, a young cultivator was holding a long sword, his eyes were full of madness, his face was hideous, and he said loudly: "This woman is mine. Don't grab anyone from me!"

"You are crazy, you guys are really crazy!"

Another monk glared his eyes, and said coldly: "For a woman, you don't care about the same family! In that case, I will clean the door for the sect today!"

Dang! when! when!

Puff! puff!

The remaining three monks are fighting together~IndoMTL.com~ have completely lost themselves.

Soon, the two fell in a pool of blood. It was not until they were about to die, that they gradually recovered, but it was too late.

The remaining one broke down and extinct on the spot.

In a blink of an eye, the remaining four monks all fell!

The girl in the pink skirt didn't even move her finger, she watched coldly from start to finish, with a touch of mockery in her eyes.

This is the real bloodless sword!

"Amitabha."

Not far away, there was a Buddha's horn.

"Female donor, your disposition is so vicious, you will fall into eighteen levels of **** sooner or later, and you will suffer evil consequences. If you put down your butcher knife now and convert to my Buddha, there may be a glimmer of hope!"