Chapter 1585 Kill the Son of God Again

"The third sword!" Luo Feng shouted loudly, his eyes flashed with cold lightning, and his murderous intent was like the sea. He didn't give God Son Jiuli a chance to breathe, and he would kill him immediately. Clang, clang, clang! This time it was even more terrifying. Behind him, all ninety-nine mysterious knives soared into the sky. Each sword spurted out a massive amount of sword energy, gathering together like a volcano erupting, soaring straight into the sky, and the sound penetrated the gold and cracked stone. , shaking the sky. High in the sky, the ninety-nine mysterious knives did not gather into a wheel. Instead, they all changed directions and were arranged dispersedly. The tips of the swords were facing downwards, and they were all locked on the body of God Son Jiuli. At this moment, the sky was full of swords, and the cold murderous intent shocked the world! Every sword is made by hard work, and it shines with dazzling light, sharp and dazzling, and breathtaking. Viewed from a distance, the ninety-nine war knives clearly formed a cage, locking the Son of God Jiuli tightly inside, making it impossible to escape or hide. "Ninety-nine mysterious knives, this kid has really received the inheritance from Lord Breaking the Sky Sword." Outside the golden elixir barrier, Master Qingyun murmured to himself, with a look of shock on his face, which was completely certain of his previous guess. Everyone in the audience looked in horror. Although what they saw was just a projection of spiritual thoughts, they felt the same. There was a feeling of thorns in the back, as if there were ninety-nine swords hanging above their heads, which could stab at any time. Next, tie yourself up like a hedgehog. "Are we really going to lose?" Ancestor Jiuli took a deep breath, his eyes filled with disappointment. "My disciple will never be defeated so easily." God Lord Jiuli said, his eyes as sharp as knives, and he still had a glimmer of hope. However, the tiger sword in his hand was already activated, with divine light overflowing and clanking. Surprisingly, he was also prepared for the worst. Because the magic weapon absorbed too much of his mana, his face was slightly pale. Even though he is an old earthly immortal at the pinnacle, he can't control the great weapons at will. "I am the Son of God Jiuli, destined to stabilize the world, how could I die here?" Godson Jiuli roared angrily, with streaks of purple light dancing in his pupils, which looked very strange. "Hongmeng Dharmakaya, break it for me!" Boom! As he roared again, first a terrifying aura erupted, and then a huge purple shadow emerged from behind him. It was three feet tall, wearing a purple gold dragon robe and a purple gold crown, like an ancient emperor. Come into the world. As soon as this phantom appeared, the aura of Jiuli's new divine son rose steadily, surpassing the peak divine realm and entering the half-step earthly immortal level. "Break the sky, kill!" Almost at the same time, Luo Feng also shouted. Clang, clang, clang! Ninety-nine mysterious knives were aimed at the same target, piercing straight down like meteors falling to the ground. The energy of the hob was like the sea, and it immediately submerged the new son of God Jiuli below. This was a shuddering offensive, with ninety-nine mysterious knives coming out, slashing high in the sky. Tsk tsk tsk! The sword is still in mid-air, but the sword light that shot out has already been cut down first. Each one is as thick as a bucket and is extremely sharp. It is like a pillar of the sky, indestructible, as if it can penetrate the sky. "Broken!" Beneath the sword, God Son Jiuli shouted, and suddenly punched the sky. Behind him, the three-foot-tall shadow also clenched its giant fist as big as a millstone and blasted towards the sky. The fist was very big and powerful, but what was surprising was that it didn't have much attack power at all, and it was torn apart by the sword in an instant. Even the three-foot body was riddled with holes in an instant, as if it were made of mud and was vulnerable to a blow. "Let me tell you, Hongmeng Dharmakaya is not so easy to cultivate. It is just a mere form, and it is still far from the real Dharmakaya." The old Holy Lord Wanfa shook his head and said to himself. The Hongmeng Dharmakaya is the highest magical power in the "Hongmeng Purple Qi Jue" of the Jiuli Divine Sect, and it is also the most difficult magical power. Even the elders have not cultivated it. Once this dharma body is cultivated, its power is not inferior to that of the dharma body of the third king of Ming Dynasty in Namo Zen Temple. Only then did everyone realize that the new god son Jiuli was pretending to be a big-tailed wolf and had been forced into a desperate situation. However, I heard him say next: "Luo, you lose. You can't kill me with three swords." "Thunder Escape!" As he spoke, bright thunder light bloomed from Jiuli's new son of God, and there were avenue runes. Flickering, the surrounding void light began to distort. The art of thunder escape, the body disappears into the void,

thereby escaping. This is the trump card of Jiuli New God Son. Suddenly, the whole place was in an uproar, and all kinds of taunting voices kept ringing. What is the use of this victory? Even though he wins, he still loses! "Do you think you can escape?" Luo Feng sneered, as if he had already taken precautions to prevent the new son of Jiuli from escaping. The ninety-nine mysterious swords arranged in the void are not placed randomly, but are formed according to a strange formation into a mysterious sword battle formation, which can not only lock the people below, but also the space. Just as Jiuli's new son of God was about to use the thunder escape technique, he realized something was wrong. He felt a sword energy that made his whole body cold, locking him tightly, and there was no way he could avoid it, no matter where he was in the sky or on the earth. His lightning escape spell was ineffective, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tear open the void. "Made, how could this happen?" Jiuli Shenzi screamed wildly, and suddenly his whole body felt bad. While howling, he pushed with both palms, creating palm shadows that filled the sky. Then, the palm shadows all over the sky suddenly merged into one, condensing into a fierce and huge palm print, facing the ninety-nine mysterious knives falling from the sky. If you can disrupt the rhythm of the ninety-nine mysterious knives, the battle formation will be in chaos. , his thunder escape technique will be effective. Puff puff! But the result made him very disappointed. His palm print, which had been condensed with a lifetime of skill, was like tofu under the swords in the sky. It was vulnerable to a blow and was torn to pieces in an instant. "Ah, no, I am the Son of God Jiuli, you can't kill me!" Then, amid a burst of heart-rending screams, a living man was penetrated by ninety-nine mysterious knives, from head to toe. The child shattered into a puddle of mud. hiss! At that moment, thousands of onlookers and those involved, inside and outside the golden elixir barrier, were all speechless and in disbelief. It has never happened before in the history of Jiuli that two sons of gods were killed one after another. "God Son Jiuli, that's all!" Luo Feng stepped forward to retrieve the Xuan Dao and said coldly. After this battle, he became completely famous. It won't be long before his name spreads throughout Kunxu. "Jiuli Divine Sect, if you destroy our Qingshan Sect, this hatred will never go away. This is just the beginning." Li Chundao looked up at the sky and said loudly. "I just said, cutting the grass without eradicating the roots will leave troubles in the future. Today, let everything end!" A voice that was indifferent but full of endless majesty resounded between heaven and earth. Clang! The tiger soul warrior fell in the air, slashing out a thousand-foot divine light, and the shadow of a divine tiger appeared faintly in it, roaring for nine days. Lord Jiuli finally made up his mind to break the formation. A shocking battle is about to begin.