Eternal Sacred King Chapter 630: Qingshan Blood Path
At the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, there is not only the inheritance of the two super sects of Daming Temple and Fahua Temple, but also the inheritance of the giants of the Northern Territory, the Dagan Empire. X23US. The fastest
Su Zimo has been dormant at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for 20 years, isolated from the world, and his strength has grown to an extremely terrifying point!
This kind of growth is not only reflected in the enlightenment of Buddhism.
The formation practice is also becoming more profound.
There are three big formations, the formations are connected, and the lack of a formation can achieve such an effect.
In the sight of many mortals, the immortals who were originally aloft, seemed to have been suddenly affected by some changes, and fell from mid-air one after another.
"How could this be?"
"Is it because God opened his eyes and lowered the punishment?"
Just as many mortals were confused, a figure slowly lifted into the sky!
This person is dressed in a blue shirt, with beautiful eyebrows and an indifferent look. There is a gloomy murderous intention between his eyebrows, and he carries a blood-colored long knife in his hand!
"This person is a bit familiar."
"It seems like..."
The old woman opened her mouth slightly, looking at the figure in the air in disbelief, and murmured constantly in her mouth: "It's him, it's him!"
"Grandma, who is it?"
The child in his arms also saw the figure in mid-air and asked curiously.
"Second Young Master Su! It is the Second Young Master Su of the Su Family!"
The old woman's voice trembled.
Decades later, the old woman still recognized Su Zimo at a glance.
Because, even though decades have passed, there are no traces of time left on the face of the second son of Su, as before!
Su Zimo turned his eyes slightly, looked at the old woman and the child, and nodded, the killing between his brows softened a lot.
The old woman was stunned.
This action seemed familiar, and in a daze, she seemed to have gone back to the past.
Even if he became an immortal, Second Young Master Su has not changed!
The child stared without blinking.
Is also a fairy.
But the children did not feel any fear or pressure in Su Zimo's body.
The child's originally hanging heart gradually fell.
Su Zimo carried a blood-hardened knife, walked in the air, condescending, looking down at Yuan Ying Zhenjun who was fleeing hurriedly in Pingyang Town, with a touch of sarcasm in his eyes.
"Want to escape?"
Su Zimo descended from the sky, arms raised high, blood-hardened knives contended and trembled, seemingly excited, and slashed fiercely in the crowd!
A burst of blood gushes out!
Boom!
The crowd was divided into two, and a ravine was cut out on the ground. A total of seven Yuan Ying Zhenjun were directly cut in half by this **** light, and the internal organs were scattered on the ground, and the smell was so angry!
This is the first time to drink blood since the birth of the blood quenching knife.
The blade is full of evil spirits!
Su Zimo's figure moved, and he immediately rushed into the fleeing crowd.
The blood quenched knife crossed.
Om!
A **** ripple swayed slowly, across the void, passing through the crowd!
Puff! puff! puff!
Under the shroud of blood-colored ripples, the heads of a dozen Yuan Ying Zhenjun seemed to be slashed by a sharp blade, cut in half, and plasma gushing!
The primordial spirit is imprisoned, and there is no chance to get out of the body. Nirvana is on the spot!
"Masters, don't run away anymore! If you run away, you will surely kill the beasts one by one!"
"Mr. Yundu, you quickly break the formation, I will fight to the death and buy time for you!"
"Yes, all the monarchs work together!"
Everyone shouted, gathered again, bursting into blood, and rushed towards Su Zimo.
The few true monarchs in the front were body refiners, bursting out of energy and blood, dancing their swords and halberds to kill them.
Wow!
Su Zimo's qi and blood rose, the sound of the ocean wave rolled, and with a backhand, the momentum was astonishing.
The sword is full of strength, as if the storm is hitting the shore!
Dang! when! when!
The blood-hardened knives slashed heavily on these Yuan Ying Zhenjun's weapons, bursting out huge power, such as the turbulent ocean tide, unstoppable!
"Puff!"
Someone couldn't support it, and a mouthful of blood spewed out on the spot, the tiger's mouth was torn apart, the weapon flew away, and the figure fell out.
The True Monarch Yuan Ying was imprisoned with the soul and spiritual power, and all that was left was the flesh and blood.
But how can these people's physical body, vitality and blood strength compare to Su Zimo!
The magical artifacts they held in their hands were originally imprisoned and unable to mobilize their mana. The true power of the magical artifacts was difficult to use and could not stop the sharp edge of the blood quenched sword!
Puff!
Puff!
Blood light flashed frequently, even if the remaining True Lord Yuan Ying gathered together, they couldn't resist Su Zimo's killing!
After obtaining the inheritance of the sword king, after this generation of Shura inheritance, Su Zimo's skills in swordsmanship have reached a quite terrifying point!
Countercurrents, turbulent waves, vortexes, and ripples of Dinghaijuan.
The ghost of the Shura sword cry, blood flow, purgatory, bones, demon shadow, walking corpse.
Sometimes fierce and uncast, sometimes continuous like water, sometimes majestic, sometimes eerie and gloomy...
The blood quenched knife was in Su Zimo's hand, drank all the blood!
The blood on the knife is getting more and more, it seems that the blood quenching knife has become excited!
In the town, a bold mortal couldn't bear it and secretly opened a crack in the door. Looking outside, he was seeing a scene that they will never forget.
The immortals who were originally aloft, threatened to let Pingyang Town's chickens and dogs not stay, are now running away in a hurry, embarrassed, and lose the slightest demeanor of the immortals.
A man in a blue shirt is holding a blood-colored long knife, walking leisurely on the long street, leaving behind a corpse.
A river of blood flows wherever you go!
This is a complete massacre.
Slaying Immortals!
The primordial spirit, the imprisoned primordial soul, the true monarch of the soul, in front of Su Zimo, is a fish!
……
The sky is getting brighter.
Mr Yundu was sweating profusely, and immersed himself in the formation on the edge of Pingyang Town.
This ancient forbidden spirit formation and ancient forbidden **** formation are extremely complicated, and with his ability, it is difficult to untie them in a short time.
Fortunately, this foggy storm is not too difficult.
Listening to the screams coming from behind, Yundu Zhenjun felt even more flustered.
But he didn't look back.
He must not be distracted!
Get rid of the trap as soon as possible. This is their only chance to survive!
Time passed bit by bit.
I don't know how long it took before the clouds cleared.
Mr Yundu took a long sigh of relief and slumped on the ground, already sweating.
In the sky, the morning sun is rising, and a ray of light breaks through the mist and falls on this small town. Everything looks so quiet and peaceful.
Mr Yundu suddenly felt something was wrong.
It's so quiet!
The crying, begging for mercy, crying for help, all the noise behind him, I don't know when they have disappeared.
Click, click.
The sound of footsteps sounded.
It's like the sound of someone's feet, stained with some viscous liquid, walking through the bluestone road.
The sound of footsteps came behind him and suddenly disappeared.
A chill rushed to the back!
Mr Yundu dare not look back~IndoMTL.com~ A blood-colored blade slowly drew under his throat, exuding a strong **** air, the blade's sharp edge, and the chill!
"You are the last."
A voice rang in his ears, softly, faintly, without any emotion.
Puff!
Bloodlight flashed.
Mr Yundu's head fell, and blood splashed.
The head rolled a few times on the ground, and finally faced Pingyang Town.
His eyes widened.
Green shirt, **** road.
Two completely different colors stimulated his last senses.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and finally died.