Chapter 774 The Holy Blood Is Strange
"Roar!" What responded to him was Wang Sheng's roar. In the roar, the black torrent slanted out. The blood-colored Taoist Yangliu had just solidified, his legs were still flowing in the blood river, and he was blown to pieces by the black torrent. , and the blood-colored river of time in both legs, which exploded from the middle, and the drops of crystals were shining with light, some in rainbow colors and some in gray, which were Taoist Yangliu's complete comprehension of time.
Wang Sheng strode forward, stretched out a palm and pressed it down, shaking the sky!
It is not as strong as the previous one. After all, it has been prepared for a long time. In order to gain the shortest time, in fact, it is impossible for others to act in a short time. After all, the full potential has been unleashed, but now because of the arrival of Taoist Yangliu, Zixia Palace's gaze finally moved, giving him more choices, but generally speaking, a battle is still needed.
Take a shot here, the lower part was originally stained by the bloody world, but it prevented the river from appearing in the space of the Zixia Palace. The crown in the bloody world and the huge willow tree behind it had long since disappeared. Following the bloody willow Taoist, he entered the Zixiao Palace The space, the space where the Immortal Emperor Sword Ancestor stood was finally flattened.
But at this moment, a buzzing resounded, and the Immortal Emperor's gaze suddenly changed, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and the blood stopped flowing, cold! It's not the cold brought by the external environment, but the cold brought by being locked by an unparalleled sharp edge. This feeling is the old guy's sword intent!
Is it finally time to make a move? The Immortal Emperor suddenly lowered his head, and a figure slowly stepped out from the sea of clouds far below him, with his head drooping, silver threads scattered casually, and a black Taoist robe. He held a sword in one hand, and pressed the hilt tightly with the other. Shi slowly raised his head, revealing a calm and indifferent middle-aged face, he glanced at the Immortal Emperor, extremely insipid, then nodded slightly.
"Immortal Emperor, pay attention!"
As soon as the words fell, his complexion suddenly changed from middle-aged to young, to young, to red lips and white teeth, and black luster to his hair. He was full of vigor and vitality, and there was a fragrance on his body, like the top During this process, the holy medicine made a clicking sound! He left the hilt with both hands, and the sword was loosened by him and floated in the air, revealing an extremely simple bronze scabbard, and then only heard the sword chant for a lifetime, the bronze scabbard fell off, and a blue light streaked across the sky, leaving behind a terrifying The black mark disappears.
At the same time, the Immortal Emperor took a big step back, and the Nine Holy Blood Talismans appeared again, but there was a faint difference in breath, letting people know that the Holy Blood Talisman had received damage before, and the Nine Dao Symbols no longer surrounded him as before. Instead, like nine gates, they were lined up vertically in front of him, forming nine barriers. At the same time, the golden dragon air pillar was released again, and the golden dragon let out a dragon roar, and then circled its body and left the air pillar. Jumping, the body passed through the nine holy blood symbols, as if they were connected in series.
After doing this, the Immortal Emperor stopped, put his hands behind his back, and looked sad, "After all the saints and teachers, this saint lost another friend."
The love is so sincere that no one can say that the Immortal Emperor is pretending, and it seems that he is really sad for the impending fall of the Sword Ancestor.
Seeing the middle-aged man walk out, Chu Chu, the owner of the Sword Palace in the distance, began to tremble in her eyes until the age of the man seemed to have changed. She couldn't help gritting her teeth. Looking sad, she looked at the Immortal Emperor with incomparable anger and hatred. The sword that she had cultivated before was finally fully formed, and after a lifetime of sword chant, the sword in her hand turned into a blue light and flew out. It looked like the sword ancestor's move So much alike.
After making this move that seemed to be more earth-shattering than before, the Lord of the Sword Palace fell silent, quietly looking at the figure in the distance who was slowly surrounded by the blue scabbard, and who was already unconscious. There is a lot of vitality, his face is old, and his body is also bent down, as if his spine was bent all of a sudden.
The ending, after all, has not changed! Can time really not be changed?
Roar!
A roar came from a distant place, like a giant dragon born at the beginning of the world, she slowly raised her head, and saw a huge figure fighting a bloody river, the intensity of which was beyond her grasp even if she Knowing what level he was at, but thinking of the palm that made the Immortal Emperor despair, he suddenly understood that he was such a powerful person.
clang!
At this moment, two cyan sword intents crashed into the Holy Blood Fu Zhao, bang bang bang bang!
Four times in succession, the gate formed by the four holy blood symbols shattered, the holy blood on Fu Zhao lost its effect, and the two cyan sword intents were weakened too much, and became only a trace, and the slightly thicker one was the sword palace. The master issued it, but the thinner one was issued by the sword ancestor. Looking carefully, the thinner sword is still condensed, and it seems to be stronger than before, just like a sharp sword with its scabbard removed. The effect of stagnation, but also has a little diffusion.
The speed of the two sword intents that had decreased in momentum continued to collide with the holy blood Fu Zhao!
This space is being destroyed. After the last blow of a veteran saint and the master of the Sword Palace touched the realm of the saint but made a move that could not be tolerated and attacked by the saint, the space prepared by the saint was no longer strong, and no one noticed it. , the time that originally hindered the flow of Taoist Yangliu when he appeared, has disappeared again with the departure of the other party, and this space has no time.
Two small sword intents pierced through the four portals again, and the slightly thicker sword palace master finally shattered with a whine. In the distance, the sword palace master covered his chest with his palm, and a mouthful of golden blood was spit out , she slowly raised her head, looked ahead silently, and saw that only the last Holy Blood Fu Zhao was left, and was finally hit by the tiny blue light.
boom!
Finally, a crack appeared in this world completely. It was divided into two halves from the middle, which just separated the direction of the Sword Palace Master and Sword Ancestor. The expression of the Sword Palace Palace Master changed. Needless to say, the dragon and tortoise under his feet changed into a black palace , the Sword Palace brought the Lord of the Sword Palace and appeared in the direction of Jianzu with a flicker, and when the world fell completely, he took Jianzu's body.
The Immortal Emperor's heart skipped a beat, because a cyan sword light pierced through, and it seemed completely useless to get the holy blood amulet, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly realized in his heart, "So this drop of holy blood belongs to you! "
He remembered the situation when he obtained the last drop of holy blood, which was also considered to have the most potential holy blood. That was when he personally shot and killed a big race headed by a top demon god in the chaotic three thousand realms. In the clan, there is also the deputy patriarch of the demon god. This clan is very powerful, and it is very difficult for him to succeed.