Chapter 730 Dazzling

From the space ring, to the holy blood entering the belly.

It's obviously just the most sparse and ordinary means, the shortest distance.

But this distance has become out of reach under the influence of pupil power.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that the space ring, which is usually the most convenient for storing items, would actually become a forbidden treasure house like a decoration under this pupil technique.

Xu Xiaoshou could already predict that the other treasures on Jiang Xian's body should also be completely disabled in this way.

Tonight.

This guy seems to be alone. He can only rely on the immortal status of a semi-saint descendant and use his meager cultivation to defeat two major slashers!

"Ahem..."

Obviously, even Zhan Dao can't bear the price of using his pupil power to directly destroy the semi-saint essence and blood full of holy power.

The green-robed masked man wiped away the blood spurting from his eyes and mouth, and sighed in a low voice: "The third drop of holy blood, this guy is really rich..."

"Are you okay?" The man in the red dress and mask asked with concern.

"It's okay, but this guy can't leave the holy statue, so we have to guard against his back trick..." There was a gloom on the face of the man in the green robe mask, "Lord Huangquan told me, it depends on whether it can be done. That moment."

"There is no time. The battle must be resolved as soon as possible. Someone is already here!" At this time, the man in the red dress and mask began to shake his head.

Neither of them said much.

But obviously, they have the same concerns.

Xu Xiaoshou could not intercept this section of the transmission.

All he can do is disappear in front of Zhan Dao, rather than truly having the ability to defeat Zhan Dao.

Hidden in the trunk, it disappeared at this moment, which was really frightening.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't even dare to pay too much attention to the two slashing paths, as he was afraid of triggering the other party's whim.

But looking across the field, he was taking stock of the situation at all times.

"Flower Fairy Eyes..."

According to what Jiang Xian said, what this hypothesis book possesses should be the Flower Fairy Eyes, which is the ultimate in illusion, and is also the source of the illusion formation here.

This pair of eyes is already very difficult to bear.

However, that fake teardrop also has a pair of extremely terrifying eyes!

Then, what is it?

"Cross Eyes?!"

At this moment, Jiang Xian seemed to have gone through many verifications and finally saw through the eyes hidden by the fake tears.

After reacting at this moment, he was already a little frightened.

"The cross-shaped eyes have the power of 'cross-destruction'."

"This kind of power, even the holy power, can be destroyed on the spot. The price you need to pay is just longevity..."

"How come you?"

Jiang Xian panicked.

He did not know all of the Lei Family Pupils recorded in "Tianxia Pupil Technique", after all, they had been lost.

But he had heard a thing or two about "cross-shaped pupils"!

Even during the heyday of Taixulei's family, they couldn't even produce a pair of these things. How could the person in front of him have one?

"Flower fairy eyes, cross-shaped pupils..."

Jiang Xian was stunned for a moment and then realized: "In addition to my Sanyan Eyes, you are collecting the Eyes of the Lei Family. What you are targeting is the power of the Taixu Lei Family!"

"That's really smart~" The masked man in the red dress chuckled, his delicate hands turning and flowing, as if he was already gathering momentum and didn't intend to say more.

Jiang Xian was even more panicked: "Impossible! Are you crazy? I don't believe you don't know why the Lei family was destroyed, so how dare you collect..."

"Aren't you also looking for it?" the hypothetical storyteller interrupted with a question.

"I'm different!" Jiang Xian stepped back repeatedly, "I, Jiang, are just because..."

In the chaos, he finally found a trace of his initial calmness and hurriedly stopped.

However, this moment, it was because of his calmness that the scene became more terrifying.

There are two great slayers at random, and each has the "Flower Immortal Eyes", "Cross Different Eyes" and other pupil powers that only exist in legends.

The origins of the two masked men in front of me are definitely not simple!

Would people like this be afraid of the identity of a semi-saint successor...

meeting!

It can be seen that they are also afraid!

But in front of these two people, the legend of the immortality of the semi-saint's successor has become less absolute!

Jiang Xian looked around.

However, at this time, it was really time for him to find someone to support him.

However, they found that not only was there no one around, but even the support that Jiang Qi and Jiang Si should have called for could not wait.

Those two have disappeared since the opening...

"Who are you?" Jiang Xian lowered his voice, his face already as white as paper.

"Holy slave~" The power in the hand of the hypothetical writer seemed to take shape.

Jiang Xian bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself not to tremble: "Half-Saint Jiang, do you really dare to move? Are you really not afraid of the revenge of our Semi-Saints?"

"Half-saint of your clan? He probably doesn't know yet~"

"Do you think it's possible? Our half-saints, like the eyes of the great avenue, can see into the five realms!"

"He won't be so bored that he stares at you all the time..."

Before the storyteller finished speaking, Jiang Xian suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "Jiang... poof!"

As soon as the word "ginger" came out of his mouth, blood spurted out from his mouth, and what disappeared was his tongue.

at the same time.

Jiang Xian's accessories, such as necklaces, rings, belts, jade pendants, etc., all exploded!

Bang bang sound.

If thunder exploded from Jiang Xian's body, he would be covered in bruises.

Among the waves of spiritual mist that rose up due to the explosion of defensive spiritual weapons, some contained full Dao charm, and some even contained traces of holy power.

But without exception, they were all shattered!

"Nirvana..."

Xu Xiaoshou, who was in the disappearing state, could clearly feel the confrontation at that moment.

The second half of Jiang Xian's sentence was extinguished by the green-robed masked man on the spot because he was about to speak out.

But obviously, extinguishing the sound directly is useless.

So the choice of the green-robed masked man was to completely erase the existence of Jiang Xian's tongue at the moment he spoke!

And what followed was a series of protective mechanisms for defensive spiritual tools.

But...

Under the cross-shaped eyes, these defensive spiritual tools, even if some of them contained holy power, could not withstand it.

"What did he want to say? Jiang?"

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

He was shocked by the extraordinary reaction of the fake tears.

This Zhan Dao not only has a strong cultivation and amazing pupil power.

It seems that he has anticipated all of Jiang Xian's back-up plans, and stopped his behavior as soon as the other party showed a tendency to attack.

It's terrible!

While the green-robed masked man wiped the tears from his eyes again, the red-skirted masked man could no longer delay.

The power of the slashing path in his hands had gathered into two white balls of light, completely submerging his hands, as if he was catching two rounds of scorching white suns.

"Calling the half-saint by his name is disrespectful to the saint~"

After a sneer, the red-skirted masked man attacked in a confused state where Jiang Xian was bleeding wildly after being affected.

He waved his hands forward, and the white balls of light in his hands turned into two beams of light, about to pierce into Jiang Xian's lowered head.

The white light shines brightly.

The white light shines brightly.

Tianqilin was directly lit up by the white light at this moment.

Xu Xiaoshou could even feel the power similar to Jiang Xian's holy blood from this white beam of light, and he thought Jiang Xian would die.

But at this critical moment.

Jiang Xian, who repeatedly spit blood and spoke unclearly, raised his eyes at the same time facing the white beam of light.

The light that was enough to light up the night did not make him retreat in the slightest.

On the contrary, on that hideous, desperate face, the speed of the gray three flowers of Sanyan pupils lingering and flipping was extremely fast.

The red-skirted masked man wanted to be eye-catching.

Then he had to act on the eyes.

And the light beam had to act on the eyes.

His sight must follow.

This was the opportunity of Sanyan pupils.

"Transformation hole!"

The insignificant cultivation level could not affect Jiang Xian's forced use of the ultimate ability of Sanyan pupils: Transformation hole against the distant Zhandao strongman.

This kind of power to manipulate human spirits was beyond the heavenly way.

Even if the cultivation level would affect the control effect, it could also be like the green-robed masked man using the cross-shaped pupils to forcibly resist the holy power.

Paying a price could offset it.

Swipe.

The white light beam stopped a moment before piercing Sanyan pupils, and was only a millimeter away from Jiang Xian's face.

And Jiang Xian, who suddenly turned white-haired and looked like an old man, had the power of Sanyan pupils flipping in his eyes, but he immediately acted on the flower fairy eyes of the red-skirted masked man in the distance who dared to look directly into his eyes.

The white light in the hands of the red-skirted masked man suddenly weakened, his eyes were empty in an instant, and he began to mutter something without spirit.

"King of Hell..."

On one side.

Almost at the moment when Jiang Xian performed the transformation hole, the green-robed masked man moved.

He pulled out the spiritual sword in his hand and slashed it out horizontally.

The sword light tore through the night and instantly came out from Jiang Xian's neck.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

However, at this moment, Jiang Xian's neck and the place behind him that was cut by the sword energy exploded at the same time.

But there was no blood color.

The green-robed masked man was stunned and suddenly realized something.

"Holy image..."

Yes.

This is holy power!

The casual attack of Zhan Dao, Jiang Xian's body, which was completely exploded with only the protective spiritual weapon, could not resist it at all.

But at this moment, Jiang Xian continued to act on the red-skirted masked man's three disgusting pupils and was reluctant to let go, and white mist rose from his body with the sword.

A white mist.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was hiding at the back of the battlefield, couldn't help but tremble in his calves.

At this moment, he felt guilty as he looked at the white mist in front of him, as if he had blasphemed the gods with his eyes.

He even began to feel like crawling down and worshipping.

However, how similar is this scene to the illusion of "swallowing mountains and rivers" at that time?

Almost at the first moment of his mood change, Xu Xiaoshou's momentum rose, pushing away the terrifying power that burst out of Jiang Xian, and stood upright.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was not the center or the focus of the battlefield at the back, could do this.

The green-robed masked man in the bureau couldn't do it at all.

At the first moment of the white mist rising, his kneecap was shattered with a bang, and his entire calf was wiped out.

The moment his lower body disappeared, even though he tried his best to raise his head, he was still under the terrifying pressure of the holy image's white mist, and his head seemed to be cracked and was pressed deep into the ground.

"Boom boom boom——"

The area several miles around Tianqi Forest sank more than ten feet at the same time with a roar like the end of the world.

And at this time.

Jiang Xian's body, even the holy image had not yet begun to appear.

It was just the white mist before the holy image appeared.

But that was holy power!

It was an irresistible factor that transcended the way of heaven!

It was a rare disaster in the mortal world that only saints possessed!

That is the sum of all disasters, and the beginning of all new births. It is before chaos, after existence and non-existence, not in the five elements, and not in the six paths.

This is called "saint", above the ordinary, below the gods.

"Saint" is a proxy for it, not "is".

This is a kind of power that cannot be described in words. The common people use "saint" to refer to it, implying transcendence, but if people really want to explain "saint", no one can explain it.

As soon as the statue appeared, the scene changed completely.

The green-robed masked man, with only half of his body buried in the ground, was still pressed into the ground despite all precautions.

The red-skirted masked man, who was completely controlled by the three-sick pupils and refused to bow in front of the saint, was even more broken and destroyed bit by bit.

The original body Jiang Xian naturally could not withstand such a great power.

However, while his body was decaying, the white mist of the statue was healing him.

This is the power of blood, the confidence of the descendant of the half-saint, and the last trump card that is not afraid of the final risk.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was in the disappearing state, was almost unable to bear it.

It was not until he woke up suddenly while gritting his teeth and resisting desperately that he realized that the "disappearing technique" was not invincible.

Holy power can affect him in the disappearing state.

And now what he is enduring is the holy power of the aftermath of the battle, which has already been weakened by the "disappearing technique".

What if...

He faces it directly?

Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to continue to fantasize.

At this moment, even if he gritted his teeth and held on, he was pressed into a hunched shrimp by the rapidly rising holy power, and his head could not be lifted at all.

But it doesn't matter.

"Perception" still transmits the distant picture.

Although it is distorted and blurred.

But sometimes it is still clear.

Xu Xiaoshou can see Jiang Xian switching back and forth between the two states of pain and enjoyment, and knows that it is the interaction between the use of holy power and holy power treatment.

He also saw the half body of Fake Tears Shuangxing that was embedded in the ground and almost cracked.

He also saw the fake storyteller who completely disappeared into the last ember in the void...

"Dead?"

Xu Xiaoshou was horrified.

Is this a joke?

You are the swordsman!

During the fight, the statue opened and you were gone?

Yan Wang, how could you not be on guard against this move?

What you have been on guard against is the saintly power that Jiang Xian may appear, right?

Xu Xiaoshou tried his best to see the situation in the white mist of the statue, but there was nothing except a tall outline.

He seemed to see a three-headed and six-armed god and demon, a Bodhisattva who was compassionate to all living beings, and an extremely ordinary old man...

Saint?

This is the saint?

Before he could react, he had forgotten everything he had just seen.

"Is this the end?"

Xu Xiaoshou's mind returned to his thinking state in front of the statue without any delay.

And this time, he saw a little red in the white mist of the statue.

"No, it's not over yet!"

In the image transmitted by the perception, the fake storyteller had clearly been controlled by Jiang Xian with the three disgusting pupils, and died because he did not bow his head.

But at this moment, another fake storyteller rose up behind Jiang Xian!

"Jiang Xian, you controlled the wrong person?"

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou had this thought in his mind.

No one could answer.

In a flash, the second fake storyteller appeared behind Jiang Xian.

He covered his hands with golden power, which was permeated with the taste of time and space. It seemed that he reached out from another world to stop Jiang Xian's neck, so he was not affected by the holy power of this world.

Then, he broke his hand.

"Crack!"

Jiang Xian's neck twisted back 180 degrees, and the three disgusting pupils lost focus instantly. The expression of pain and happiness was also frozen in an instant.

The fake storyteller's face was very close, close to Jiang Xian's forehead.

His pair of enchanting flower fairy eyes bloomed with cherry pink, and his hands and white beams of light were inserted fiercely into Jiang Xian's eyes.

"Ah——"

A scream rang out.

At this moment, time froze, and the night was dyed red.

Only a soft voice, as if a mother in another world was coaxing a baby to sleep, could be heard, whispering:

"Hold on, you are not dead yet, don't give up..."