Chapter 1621 The World Calls My Name, the World Praises Me, and the Gods Do It

This is a very scary thing.

You must know that at the level of the great sage, you have already been separated from the mortal world forever, and you have already been tempered to become a saint.

To an indestructible point.

Especially the bones of the great sage, that is considered the hardest part of the body.

Basically, even if the Great Sage is killed, their bones cannot be destroyed.

But the power of this blood river is too strong.

The strong way makes people tremble and dare not approach.

Countless great saints began to stay away from this river of blood, not wanting to be swept into it.

And the real target of everyone in Blood River is naturally Xu Zimo.

I saw the river of blood soaring into the sky, constantly churning with waves in the void.

Wanting to annihilate everything in it.

Rivers of blood fell from the sky.

At this moment, Xu Zimo only felt a powerful force coming violently.

It is estimated that no one understands the feeling at this moment better than him.

That is the suppression of Daoguo.

It is the power of rules.

It is different from the profound meaning of the great emperor, and also different from the law of the great sage.

Rules are the most powerful force in this world.

They build the whole world.

As the saying goes, there is no rule without rules.

Only with the big rules can there be every grass, every flower, every tree and every tree in the world.

Daoguo controls the most terrifying power in the world.

Xu Zimo saw this scene.

You can only slowly contain the power of those rules in the mainland of China in your body.

In fact, his Shenzhou Continent also has the power of endless rules.

Because any real world.

The power of rules is endless and can be regenerated.

But he rarely uses the power of rules.

The main reason is that his body, whether it is flesh or soul, basically cannot bear the power of rules.

Even if there is a tree of life,

Even if there is the inheritance method of Mu Shen Jumang.

He still couldn't easily use the power of rules despite the many treatment methods.

Because that's the rule.

If you can use the power of rules by using some small tricks, then this power is not worth mentioning.

How can it become the foundation of the world's foundry?

But at this moment, seeing the blood river surging and rushing towards him, the power of rules around Xu Zimo's body surged.

Make his figure become illusory.

In just a split second, he jumped out of the rules and escaped from the bloody river of life and death.

This is just the power of the rules.

It made Xu Zimo sweat profusely all over his body, as if he had collapsed, as if he had been fished out of the water.

He gasped.

The Daoist is really strong, he thought to himself.

The Blood Prison War God above frowned slightly.

He said with interest: "It seems that you have a lot of secrets.

It was able to use the power of rules for a short time.

but………"

Speaking of this, the God of War in Blood Prison looked like a torch.

With a wave of his hand, the power of endless rules gathered from all directions.

All of them gathered around him.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The power of the rules is squeezing the surroundings, making people terrified.

This is the construction of the world.

As long as one of them is mismanaged, it is estimated that this world will leave an unhealable situation.

The world is capable of self-healing.

Everyone knows this.

But what many people don't know is that this self-healing ability is only for ordinary attacks.

If it is an attack by the power of rules, it is actually very difficult to heal by itself.

Because the power of self-healing comes from rules.

Xu Zimo raised his head slowly, and he looked at the Blood Prison God of War.

The other party laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if you can escape once.

I have a steady stream of rule power.

Inexhaustible, inexhaustible.

how do you escape

Since you are my family's divine method, then I will use divine method to send you a ride, and it will not be a waste of you. "

Speaking of this, he saw a huge swastika condensed in front of him.

The divine technique used by the Blood Prison God of War is the Aye swastika.

"Boy, do you want to die?" Seeing Aye's swastika, there was a strong sense of oppression.

The imprint of this Aye swastika is different from Xu Zimo's.

Because this is condensed by the power of rules.

Unlike the law, this is the first time Xu Zimo has seen such an imposing and bloody swastika.

His momentum is very powerful.

In other words, under the power of the rules, this may be the strongest state of the top ten divine arts.

in perfect condition.

"Who wants to die," Xu Zimo replied.

He can only delay now.

Because he also knew in his heart that even if he was given another chance, or even ten chances.

He couldn't take the blow anymore.

The blow was too powerful.

Being able to escape this blow from the hands of the Dao fruit expert is already something to be proud of.

Xu Zimo couldn't help thinking.

The former Three Swordsman.

He can sustain dozens of strokes in the hands of the Daoguo powerhouse in the realm of the Great Saint.

Maybe he is the real invincible saint.

Like myself, supported by a powerful divine method, it is just a pseudo-invincible.

Otherwise, how could he not have the power to resist in the hands of the Dao fruit powerhouse.

Xu Zimo decided that this battle is over.

He wants to ask the Great Sage of Three Swords for advice.

He shook his head, it was already at the critical moment of life and death, yet he still thought about the long term.

If there is really no way, he can only inspire the power of the previous generation of demon masters.

"How about we make a deal?" Blood Prison God of War said suddenly.

"What deal?" Xu Zimo asked with a frown.

Although the other party said that they wanted to trade, the aura of Aye's swastika was getting stronger and stronger, without any sign of weakening.

"Give me all the ten great magics in your body.

If I abolish my cultivation base.

I can let you go and save your life," the Blood Prison God of War replied.

"Do you think I will believe you," Xu Zimo sneered.

"If that's the case, then go to die," the Blood Prison God of War said lightly.

That Aye swastika came flying directly.

Tearing apart the sky, with the disintegration of the swastika, this font seems to be formed by the condensed sea of ​​blood.

"I can't escape," Xu Zimo immediately judged.

Just when he wanted to unleash the power of the previous generation of demon masters.

Suddenly a figure stood in front of him.

The speed of this figure is very fast.

How fast is it?

Even a holy king like Xu Zimo didn't see how he appeared.

There is no tearing of the void, and there are no afterimages.

As if he was already in this world.

It seems that he is everywhere in the world.

The appearance of this figure startled everyone immediately.

When Aye's swastika appeared, he saw this figure standing in front of Xu Zimo, blocking the blow for him.

The figure waved his hand.

Directly annihilate Aye's swastika in the palm of his hand.

It was as if in his palm, the phantom of a kingdom flickered past.

"Who?" Blood Prison War God shouted in surprise.

He looked at the figure in front of him.

I saw him wearing a Confucian robe, which gave people a very elegant feeling.

Just like a teacher.

"The world praises me, the world calls my name, and the gods do it."

A faint voice came from the mouth of this figure.