Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 1271 Defeated!

"Thunder King Secret Art!"

As soon as the robe man's eyes brightened, he blurted out the origin of the extinction whip.

This time, he did not entrust him, and he also worked his mind, chanting a few tricks in his mouth, condensing the element mystery!

Su Zimo was familiar with these methods.

Soon, he realized that it was the meta-mysticism in Blood Scriptures—Dripping Blood!

In the sea of ​​men's knowledge, a drop of scarlet blood floated out, exuding the power of terror and evil, colliding with the whip of destruction.

Huh!

Almost instantly, the thunderbolt on the whip of extermination was suppressed by this drop of blood!

Normally, the power of thunder and lightning is the most restraint to demons.

But the power of this demon is so strong that even thunder and lightning can't suppress it!

Seeing that the whip of annihilation is about to fall apart, Su Zimo re-runs his mind, urges Yuan Shen, and the third Yuan mystery erupts!

Come to France and India!

A golden glittering ‘*’ character, emanating from Su Zimo ’s brows, is sacred and immaculate. It seems to contain a mighty force that can suppress everything!

This '*' character flew slowly towards the man in the robe.

This Yuan mystery broke out, Su Zimo's figure shook a little, and his face had become extremely pale.

Originally, he fought a few battles with the group repairs in the hall, and the mana primitive gods consumed a lot.

Now, forcibly stimulating the three meta-mysteries has reached his limit!

Su Zimo gritted his teeth, forbearing the tearing pain from Yuanshen, urged the creation of Lotus Terrace, and struck the Tian Ling Gai of the man in the robe!

The distance between the two is extremely close, and the creation of Lotus Terrace is almost instantaneous. For example, it is a little faster to come to France and India.

The man in the robe did not use any weapons.

Looking at the forged Lotus Terrace that hit him, he just stretched out his white palm and held the Fortune Lotus Terrace directly, without moving!

Su Zimo's eyes narrowed.

You know, he just used this to create the lotus platform, and shattered the head of the mixed Yuanzong elder Lei Lie.

Now, this man in the robe uses flesh and blood to hold the lotus, which is the physical body and the power!

The man in the robe was covered all over, without any flaws!

Tick!

A ray of blood flowed from the palm of the man in the robe and fell to the ground.

With the bare hands and fists taking over the natural lotus, the Supao man was still injured.

Of course, this is just a flesh wound.

Just in a blink of an eye, the wound in the palm of the man in the robe had healed.

"Buddhist relic."

The man in the robe looked at the green lotus in the palm of his palm, and there was a touch of affection in his eyes, saying: "Your cultivation is a fighting force, and it must be the eternal evil of the Buddhist disciples. I really cannot bear to kill you."

"Unfortunately, you really shouldn't come to this ancient temple. You shouldn't be greedy."

The man in the robe sighed softly, holding the good fortune lotus platform in his palm, and looking at the hit Ruyi Fayin, he also operated his mind and broke out a mysterious element!

Su Zimo could not help but widen his eyes.

In the eyebrows of the man in the robe, a golden light burst out, dazzling, a larger, more sacred, and more dazzling ‘*’ character came!

Come to France and India!

Supao men even know how to come to France and India!

In addition, he can condense the four Supreme Dharma images, and Yuan Shen must be stronger than Su Zimo.

This Rulai French seal, after his release, the power is obviously even more terrible!

boom!

Two Rulais come to France and India, hit each other heavily!

The whole hall seems to be still!

Some monks not far from the two were shocked in shape, their eyes were dim, and the breath of life in the body quickly passed away, falling down.

In their knowledge of the sea, Yuan Shen has broken!

Many monks can't bear even the collision of the two such as France and India, and the pervasive fluctuations of the consciousness!

A brief stagnation.

The ‘*’ character condensed by Su Zimo has begun to crack!

And the ‘*’ character condensed by the man in the robe also appeared cracks, but obviously stronger than Su Zimo!

Soon to suppress the past, crush Su Zimo's '*' character and hit Su Zimo!

Disastrous!

Even if Su Zimo broke out three consecutive mysteries, they were all resisted by the men in the robes.

Moreover, the man's meta-mysticism of the robes has formed a threatening counterattack!

Su Zimo's Yuan Shen has reached its limit. At this time, there was a tingle of tingling, and he could no longer condense any meta mystery.

Even so, Su Zimo did not give up.

He condensed a ray of divine knowledge, constantly stimulating the Ming Wang rosary on the left wrist, and wanted to awaken this elemental magic weapon!

This instrument, after all, he wore for many years, connected to his heart, and blood.

Feeling the fierce danger facing Su Zimo, Ming Wang Nianzhu sent out a ball of golden light, forming a golden mask around Su Zimo.

On this mask, there are mysterious characters, and each character contains mysterious power!

boom!

The shattered Ruyi Fayin crashed against the golden mask formed by the Ming Dynasty rosary.

Su Zimo's consciousness was exhausted, and this group of masks could not support it for a long time. The light quickly dimmed and disappeared without a trace.

Lost.

Su Zimo's body does not have any mana, and the Yuanshen is dried up. He is exhausted and cannot release even the simplest spells.

The man in the robe only needs to use a supreme divine image, which is enough to kill Su Zimo!

Su Zimo arched slightly, breathing heavily.

Qing Lian Zhen Shen fell here, although she was unwilling, but nothing.

He also has the real body of the dragon clan, and the real body of martial arts!

One day, he will kill him again, and seek revenge from the Blood Demon Daojun!

Su Zimo's mind flashed thoughts.

His head even became a little groggy.

But the man in the robe never shot.

I don't know how long, Su Zimo finally realized something was wrong and looked up subconsciously.

I do not know when the man in the robe has come to him!

Supao man suddenly shot and grabbed towards his left arm.

Su Zimo wanted to dodge and wanted to resist, but he didn't have the slightest strength. He could only let the man in the robes hold his left arm!

Stab it!

The man in the robe slightly moved, and Su Zimo's robe sleeve shattered instantly.

The gaze of the man in the robe fell on Su Zimo's left wrist, staring at the string of Ming Wang rosary. Without a word for a long time, his complex look was difficult to understand.

However, Su Zimo was dizzy and didn't notice it.

"This is the Ming Dynasty rosary."

It took a long time for the man in the robe to speak slowly.

Su Zimo had no strength, sneered slightly, and was too lazy to respond.

Forty thousand years ago, the Ming Dynasty rosary was worn by monks.

The blood demon prince and Daming Monk are rivals. When they fight, how can he not recognize this treasure?

"How come you have this treasure."

The man in Supao asked, "Are you the disciple of Daming Temple?"

Su Zimo secretly murmured: "The blood demon prince was suppressed for tens of thousands of years, and he didn't know that the mulberry fields on the continent and the Daming Temple had disappeared."

(End of this chapter)