Eternal Sacred King

700 Chapter with swords drawn and bows bent

After a brief silence, there was an uproar in the crowd!

In the vicinity of the cultivator waiting to be watched, there is also a sound of exclaiming 4!

“His! It’s him!”

“Su Zimo? That Divine Phoenix Island wicked?”

“I heard that a while ago, he launched a beast tide and slaughtered the Colored Glaze Palace in an ancient city in an ancient battlefield. The entire army of Colored Glaze Palace was annihilated, and only a few cultivators escaped!”

“Ah!”

My name is Su Zimo.

Said serene.

There is nothing to swallow the mountains and rivers, arrogant’s words.

But it shocked the audience!

Su Zimo 3 words is the biggest momentum!

At least in this intermediate ancient battlefield, the name is terrifying than any Super Sect!

Situ Shi of Corpse Refining Religion and Nie Hao of Primordial Sect, after hearing this name, expression is slightly changed, and shrinking a bit, expression grave.

Leng Ming frowned and looked cold.

If Su Zimo is called a “little character”, I am afraid that others can only be called waste.

Even Wind Thunder Temple Xu Cheng, who had originally looked up and stayed away, slowly lowered his head, squinting his eyes, and staring at Su Zimo with a flash of lightning in his eyes!

“Su Zimo? Twin natural phenomenon?”

There was a hint of play in Xu Cheng’s eyes.

Originally, the 9 Little Fatty individuals were surrounded by 1000 cultivators, and the momentum was weak, and it seemed that they would be shocked by the skeleton doesn’t exist at any time.

But after Su Zimo spoke, the aura formed around these 9 people could even compete with the surrounding 1000 cultivators and 3 big sects.

In ancient battlefield, Su Zimo’s fierce name, second only to Di Yin!

“Senior Brother, this is the little character you said. You have a great tone.”

Seeing that the momentum reversed, Little Fatty also relaxed, hehe said with a smile.

Leng Ming expression Somber, Ignore Little Fatty, but turned my head and looked towards Su Zimo, slightly cup one fist in the other hand, and said in a deep voice: “fellow daoist Su’s name, I heard it early next day, I saw it today, and sure enough It’s not a bad name. “

Su Zimo expression was indifferent and ignored.

The killing intent in Leng Ming’s mind emerged, but a smile was forced on his face, saying again: “fellow daoist Su, this is the battle between my Tomb Sect disciple. As long as you are willing to stand by and stay away, there will be rewards in the future!”

“Oh?”

Su Zimo frowned and asked: “I want yellow springs, do you give me?”

“Hahahaha!”

This time it’s Little Fatty and the others laughed heartily.

Leng Ming took a deep breath, suppressed my anger, restrained my emotions, and laughed: “Fellow Daoist joked, the yellow springs picture is my Tomb Sect Supreme Treasure, I can’t give it to you. Remove the yellow springs picture, this tomb Treasure in your choice! “

“This can’t be done!”

Without waiting for Zi Zimo to speak, the next Xu Cheng stood up and interrupted it, coldly said: “Purple Lightning Secret Art in the tomb must be given to me!”

Su Zimo remained calm.

“There is a part of the inheritance of Thunder Sovereign in Wind Thunder Temple. Of course, Wind Thunder Temple was not created by Thunder Sovereign, but created by Thunder Sovereign disciple. This” Purple Lightning Secret Art “is missing from Wind Thunder Temple A cultivation technique. “

Lin Xuanji runs a sound transmission method, and the sound rings in Su Zimo’s mind.

Su Zimo nodded.

Xu Cheng looked at Su Zimo and the others and suddenly said, “Who’s in this cultivation technique, as long as you hand it over, I can quit this battle!”

“Brother Xu, you …”

As soon as Leng Ming expression changed, he just interrupted with a wave of Xu Cheng.

Xu Cheng lightly saying: “I only want” Purple Lightning Secret Art “, and I’m not interested at all!”

Even if Leng Ming’s city is deeper, his face becomes extremely ugly.

Little Fatty said with a sneer: “It turns out that this is the senior brother’s network. I’ve seen it. It’s amazing.”

“Did anyone hand over Purple Lightning Secret Art?”

After a while, seeing that no one responded, Xu Cheng’s eyes flashed crackling lightning, killing intent greatly rises!

Xu Cheng icily said: “If no one gives it up, I can only think that someone has hidden my lost cultivation technique from Wind Thunder Temple, and be a scum!”

“Purple Lightning Secret Art is in my hands, if you want …”

Su Zimo lightly saying: “Come here.”

The simple two words made the cultivator watching around feel a rush and blood boiling.

“This is going to be tough!”

“These 2 Heaven Chosen are facing each other, I am afraid that there will be a terrible battle. Can it be said that the battle for natural phenomenon will be staged in advance?

Seeing this scene, Leng Ming was overjoyed.

This really is every cloud has a silver lining.

If someone really shows weakness, hand over “Purple Lightning Secret Art”, the current situation, it is unknown who wins.

But now, Xu Cheng can only stand on his side!

Under these eyes, knowing that “Purple Lightning Secret Art” was in the hands of Su Zimo, Xu Cheng didn’t even have a reason to retreat.

“Good, good, good!”

Xu Cheng is nodded, staring at Su Zimo, his fighting intent is rolling, his breath is rising, slowly said: “Originally, I want to spare you once, wait for Myriad Shapes City, and then fight with you, and compete!”

“Now, since you’re courting death yourself, it’s no wonder I am!”

In a word, with swords drawn and bows bent, the war is about to start!

“Oh, huh.”

A joke came from outside the crowd.

“It’s so lively, I want to come over to make up.”

As this voice reminded me, the cultivator of Corpse Refining Religion, Primordial Sect, and Wind Thunder Temple, like evading the plague, quickly retreated, giving way, for fear of avoiding it.

A team of cultivator came in slowly.

These cultivators are all dressed in dim-blue robes, headed by people with hands on their faces, flirty, licking Scarlet’s tongue and coming in.

One of 5 big heretic paths, Poison Sect!

In the Poison Sect, each cultivator has a variety of body types, 5 of which are highly toxic to Eight Sects, and if you touch one of them, you will easily lose your life!

Poison Sect 7 is absolutely fierce.

No matter how deep your cultivation base is, winning Poison Sect 7 is a must!

These Poison Sect cultivators only have more than 100 people, but they made the cultivator of Corpse Refining Religion, Primordial Sect, and Wind Thunder Temple chaotic, and they evaded.

Xu Cheng looked at the headed youth, slimly frowned, solemnly asked: “Du Ren, where do you stand?”

Lin Xuanji seemed to think of something, taking a pleasure in other people’s misfortune, and whispering to Su Zimo, “I guess it’s your turn to seek revenge.”

Su Zimo is no surprise.

20 years ago, on the ancient battlefield at the primary level, because Xiaoning was poisoned and almost died, he was furious and destroyed all the power of the Poison Sect in the ancient battlefield!

The cultivator touch the chin called ‘Du Ren’, to ask a question, when already knows the answer, “Leng Ming Fellow Daoist, I heard you are in trouble?”

“Exactly.” Leng Ming couldn’t figure out Du Ren’s mind either.

Du Ren smiled: “I can stand by your side, but treasure in the tomb, I want to share a cup!”

“it is good!”

Leng Ming was overjoyed and said quickly: “This is natural, as long as Fellow Daoist chooses to help me, the treasure in the tomb is indispensable for Fellow Daoist!”

Du Ren slowly turned his head, looked towards Su Zimo, his eyes resentful, and grinned, “Su Zimo, remember 20 years ago, did you kill a Poison Sect cultivator called” Du Kai “in the ancient battlefield?”

“I’m his brother. I’ll take your life today!”

Du Ren’s smile, like the evil spirit in hell, shuddered.

Su Zimo expression was calm, and took out the Blood Quenched knife, nodded, directly from the storage bag, and said, “Then you came just right, I killed together!”

(End of this chapter)