Eternal Sacred King Chapter 470: 1 ball of blood sludge
On Tianhuangda 6, whether it is the Nine Immortal Schools, the Seven Demon Schools, or the Six Buddhist Temples, there are very few sects that have survived since ancient times. [No pop-up novel network].
Among them, I don't know how many top forces have been submerged by the long river of years, leaving only a few ruined walls, ancient legends.
The Sect Refining Sect is one of the few sects that have existed since ancient times.
There are more legends in the world of comprehension. The origin of the religion of corpse refinement can even be traced back to the Primordial Era, when the human race was weak and there were many wild races!
There are countless secrets in the practice of corpse training, and there is also an ancient supreme scripture, "The Corpse Code".
There are many secrets recorded in the "Corpse", and there are many particulars about how to beat and temper a war corpse.
War corpses are also strictly hierarchical, iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, golden corpses...
For the foundation-building monks of the corpse-refining cult and the real Jindan, they can only refine iron corpses.
Bronze corpses need to step into the Nascent Soul Realm by the cultivating corpse cultivator and cultivate the Nascent Soul before they can be tempered.
The darker the color of each corpse, the greater its power and the more terrifying its strength.
Like the war corpse of the white shirt monk, its power can contend with the foundation building of the eight veins!
In addition, this war corpse is impenetrable with swords and guns, water and fire are not invaded, and it is even more contaminated with corpse energy and corpse poison.
Where did the white shirt monk expect that this handsome monk, with a stab, almost cut his war corpse in two!
How much power is this?
The slightly raised eyes of the white shirt monk flashed a panic.
Immediately afterwards, the white-shirted monk seemed to have made a decision, pinched the spirit art, operated the secret technique of the sect, bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a stream of blood, and landed on the wound of the corpse.
"Give me gel!"
The white shirt monk gave a soft sigh.
The shocking wound on the war corpse actually began to heal with naked eyes, and the blue-black granulation grew wildly, knotting together.
The corpse roared, fierce!
At the same time, the breath of the white-shirted monk became extremely weak, his eyes were dim, his figure was shaking, and he might even fall down at any time.
He slapped his palm on the storage bag, took out a handful of pill, swallowed it, and regained some energy.
This is obviously a secret technique similar to blood escape.
At the expense of their own vitality, repair the wounds of the corpses and stimulate the corpses to explode more powerful combat power.
The war corpse stretched out a pair of big hands and squeezed the blade of the blood-hardened knife fiercely.
The Blood Tempered Knife plunged into the body of the war corpse, being buried and covered by endless filthy flesh and blood, and the light on the knife gradually dimmed.
Su Zimo let out a cold snort and pulled the knife hard!
The war corpse let the blade split its palm, and refused to let go, so it rushed over and spewed a large group of green, stenchy mist.
"Be careful!"
In the stone room, Ji Yaoxue quickly reminded.
Just now, this war corpse took a breath of mist and has already scrapped her best flying sword!
More than that, the war corpse also opened its mouth wide, revealing blood-stained fangs, like a beast, biting down towards Su Zimo's neck!
Su Zimo frowned, let go of the blood quenching knife, and withdrew violently.
It's not that I'm afraid of the mist and fangs. It's really that this dead body is a little disgusting, and Su Zimo doesn't want to touch it with bare hands.
With this retreat, Su Zimo suddenly gave way to the exit of the tunnel.
The white shirt monk's eyes are bright.
Actually, after Su Zimo made the cut, he had already retired.
The knife fell on the corpse. If it fell on him, he would have ten lives not enough to die!
Seeing Su Zimo avoiding, the white-shirted monk was unwilling to fight, and with a movement, he galloped towards the entrance of the tunnel.
Seeing this scene, Su Zimo's eyes flashed with mockery.
Su Zimo's palm was wiped on the storage bag, and in the palm of his palm, there was already a large square and golden seal.
Panlong seal, innate spiritual weapon!
It is easy for Su Zimo to kill this cultivator of corpse refinement.
As long as he carries the blood, uses the spirit wings, and cooperates with the sacred body to pass through the gap, he can completely bypass the corpse and kill this person in his palm!
But just now, Su Zimo's heart moved, thinking of this baby that he just got.
He is also a little curious, wanting to see how powerful the legendary innate spiritual tool, and the innate spiritual tool gifted by the emperor, is.
"Go!"
Su Zimo threw the Panlong seal upward, his fingertips excited. Shoot out a spiritual force and inject it into it.
The Panlong seal swells rapidly, with golden light, hanging in the air like a scorching sun, bright and dazzling, bursting out a breath of palpitation, coercion and wanton!
The fierce flames of the war corpse, under the seal of the dragon, are as humble and small as ants.
Panlong Yinxun falls!
Boom!
Da Yin hit the head of the war corpse, and there was a loud noise.
Crack, click!
Immediately afterwards, a series of cracking bones sounded.
The Panlong Seal only paused for a while, and then quickly suppressed it!
With a puff, a full-foot-high war corpse was suppressed by the Panlong Seal into a mass of foul-smelling blood and mud, spreading on the ground, no bones left!
The white-shirted monk was about to rush into the corridor, but a big shining seal suddenly fell down, directly blocking the exit.
He stopped his figure quickly, a mass of blood and mud splashed on his pale cheeks.
The white-shirted monk stared his eyes, he was almost stunned, and his mind went blank.
In the world of comprehension, if you want to defeat the cultivators of the corpses, you can only avoid their corpses as much as possible and attack the cultivators themselves.
Because, for the cultivators of corpse refinement, war corpses are their weapons, indestructible!
In the same rank, no one can destroy their corpses.
If someone fights with their war corpses and can't get out in time, they will either be killed in War Corps Town or they will die!
Because the war corpse is not exhausted.
Even if it is bruised and bruised, there will be no reduction in strength.
The monks are different.
Manpower will eventually be exhausted.
The white-shirted monk has practiced for decades, has fought countless times, and has fought with various Tianjiao, but he has never seen such a fierce and violent style of play as Su Zimo.
Staring at his battle corpse, he could not say, the first time, he almost cut the battle corpse into two pieces.
Immediately after the second time, he directly suppressed his corpse into a mass of blood!
That's it.
The white-shirted monks are all stupefied at the moment~IndoMTL.com~Death silence!
Jun Hao and Si Yutang were about to make a move, and joined the corpses to besiege Su Zimo, but now they are all stupefied on the spot, their eyes jumping wildly, and their bodies trembling slightly.
Innate Spirit Tool!
The two watched carefully, the last golden seal presented by Su Zimo flashed with six spiritual patterns, which was obviously an innate spiritual weapon!
The flesh and blood of the war corpse contains the deadly corpse, and even the evil and filthy things, which can destroy the magic weapon of weapons.
Even Ji Yaoxue's ultimate flying sword cannot escape this disaster.
But now, this golden big seal is not contaminated with the flesh and blood of a war corpse, the light is undiminished, the breath is more powerful, and the emperor's domineering domineering over the world!
In Jun Hao's eyes, deep jealousy flashed.
"If such a baby is given to me, I can be so prestigious!"
(End of this chapter)