Chapter 755 Great Heaven Fist Armor

On the thirtieth day, there are less than a thousand spirit stones left in the hands. Zong Shou resolutely stopped the speed of time, and put away the book of life of Zhou Ji.

There are indeed not many spirit stones in the pouch, and at this time, the power of the gods accumulated in the body is also gone.

The comprehension of the Sword Dao spiritual method has reached a bottleneck. It is useless to study further.

Unless there is another chance, or one's own realm improves, it will be difficult to advance half a step.

At this moment, the skin all over his body was covered with a layer of jade-yellow brilliance invisible to the naked eye.

And under the skin, traces of spirit patterns appeared, just like the skin of those crystal beasts.

After those divine powers were completely digested, his physical body was indeed much stronger. But when it reaches almost 70%, the physical body has reached its limit.

Then the rest of the power of the gods was transformed into this pattern.

"It is said that humans are a kind of ancient crystal beasts, and there is indeed some truth!"

These spirit patterns can only be seen when the cultivation level is sufficient and the spirit power is concentrated in the eyes.

It looks beautiful and unique, revealing a sense of dignity and magnificence.

But Zong Shou knew that these spirit patterns were not just good-looking.

Not long ago, Zong Shou tried it. Once he used his true strength to urge his luck, his skin surface would have a sharp increase in resistance and become more tenacious. Strength is also guaranteed to increase, more than doubled!

Zong Shou reached out again, and took a pair of armor that only reached his arms in front of him.

It was the pair of Great Heaven Fist Armors snatched from Wu Xuan.

He exchanged Wu Xuan's head back, but kept the pair of boxers. Heavenly Demon Vault Realm did not ask him for it either.

It's just that Zong Shou has never used it since it was impregnated with pure magic energy. Just take it with you every day, and whenever you have time every day, it will be purified with the Swallowing Purification Talisman. Let Hanxi burn with the holy flame from time to time.

At this time, add the book of life and destiny of Zhou Ji. It has been more than ten years.

It's just that there is still a trace of demonic energy entangled in the boxer, which cannot be completely expelled.

I don't know about the Sky Demon Realm. What kind of method was used. This good set of battle armor has been completely dyed into a magic weapon, and it has been polluted to the source.

Not forty or fifty years. The conversion could not be completed at all.

Zong Shou hesitated a little, but still stretched out his hand and put his hands into the pair of boxers.

Immediately, he could feel that a large piece of barb spikes popped out of the armor. He intended to penetrate into his flesh and blood, but was resisted by his skin, firmly blocking it out.

At the same time, a trace of hostility rose up in Zong Shou's mind.

Thoughts fluctuated, Zong Shou's eyes turned red.

For a moment, countless fierce and terrifying thoughts kept passing through his mind. Zong Shou only felt it in his chest. It is inexplicable hatred.

Just want to kill, kill! kill! kill! Destroy everything in front of you.

And his boxing armor can also be stronger. Just put all the flesh and blood under the Tianshan Mountain. Devour them all! At that time, he can be invincible in the world!

It took a long time for Zong Shou's expression to return to calm without any fluctuations.

"It's a little underestimating that Wu Xuan!"

It is able to suppress the devilish energy in this Juntian fist armor, and not be controlled by it. At least in terms of will, it is very good.

Although that guy. It was also obvious that he was a little delirious.

The next moment, the corners of Zong Shou's lips slanted up again.

"Sure enough, my body is now invulnerable to all evil and all demons! Speaking of which, how could I, Zong Shou, be a holy king? Where did this holy king's aura come from?"

I am also puzzled, such a lazy person like him, who has not even dealt with a few government affairs all year round, can actually become a holy king? It's also a bit too cheap. So why?

Shaking his head, Zong Shou withdrew his distracting thoughts and returned to his eyes.

Most of the intruding evil thoughts were washed away and purified by the inexplicable holy king's white energy in his body.

The remaining part has been retracted back into the Juntian Fist Armor to hide, never to be seen again.

Zong Shou's thoughts stretched to the core of the armor without hindrance.

Only then did he firmly grasp the pair of boxers! Those barbs and sharp thorns were all put away in an instant.

And the nail piece also changed from black to red! Clinging to his skin, it was like a part of his body. There is no sense of discomfort.

Zong Shou also tried to throw a punch, and the whole quiet room twisted and shook.

But at the moment when it was on the verge of collapse, the twenty-foot-wide house was restored to its original state without any injuries.

In Zong Shou's eyes, there was also a flash of brilliance.

"Twice the power! True power and soul power, as well as this power, have been doubled! In the hands of Wu Xuan, this thing is really a waste of money!"

It's not like the spiritual tools he used before, which only increased the power of a specific spiritual method, or only increased some vigor. But an improvement in all aspects!

The strength is equivalent to doubled!

And to him, it's actually more than double——

Naturally, it is impossible for him to double the power of a country he borrowed.

But at this time, the combat power has almost increased by 20%!

A pair of boxing armor can do this, but what will happen to the power of a full set of Great Heaven Armor?

Zong Shou couldn't help thinking about it again, then shook his head slightly.

The gap between him and those overlords at the end of the Yunhuang Era is really beyond reason.

With another thought, the boxer melted into his skin and disappeared without a trace.

Zong Shou also walked out of this quiet room, and outside, Xuanyuan Yiren, Ruo Shui Master Ruolan and others, as well as Ren Bo, the veterans of Qiantian Mountain. They were all quietly waiting for him, mostly with worry in their eyes.

Zong Shou smiled at these people, and handed Yiren Ruoshui a reassuring look. So he jumped up directly and went to the southwest.

It's useless to say anything at this time, only to truly pass through the catastrophe and step into the spiritual realm can reassure these people for the first time.

Yirenweishui knows Zongshou's details, so he doesn't have much worry.

However, when Zong Shou stepped into the air, Xuanyuan Yiren still couldn't help but say: "Thunder calamity is dangerous! Husband's martial arts are unrivaled in this world, and he is the king of a country. Jie Lei must be extraordinary. Please be careful! "

After finishing speaking, he smashed three red pills into the air: "This is the pill of eliminating calamities and crossing evils refined by others. Maybe it can help my husband!"

Zong Shou made a random move, and put the pill in his sleeve. As soon as you think about it, if you think back to the information about the Xiaojieduerdan, you will know the power of this thing.

It turned out to be a ninth-level panacea. The purpose of this thing is to overcome the catastrophe. It is said that it can reduce the power of the catastrophe.

I don't know Xuanyuan Yiren either. Where did she get the unilateral, and she actually made it.

Although Zong Shou didn't intend to use this thing, he couldn't use it either. But still feel happy. Carefully put it into the Qiankun bag.

Feeling warm in my heart, she is still my beloved wife. I know how to feel sorry for people.

Take a step in the direction of climbing the rooftop in the southeast, and leave Qiantian Mountain.

Zong Shou walked all the way through the air, spreading his thoughts far away, covering an area of ​​two hundred miles.

"Oh, it's really a group of demons dancing!"

In the range covered by the spiritual thoughts, there are nearly fifty spiritual realms that he can sense.

There are those who are curious about him, and those who hide deep malice, but most of them have not been noticed yet.

Zong Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, he was too lazy to pay attention to it. But after a while. But with sharp eyes, he looked to the south.

But on the east side of a road, a cultivator of the spiritual realm stands on it.

His face was pale and he was dressed in black. Surrounded by dozens of damaged cloud tumblers. There are more than 400 corpses.

That blood is just gurgling flow. A truth of blood sacrifice was formed, and there was a trace of red light in the eyes of the cultivator. The whole body was covered with a layer of blood mist.

"Yuanshi Demon Sect? Blood River Sacrifice! Dare to take the blood of orphans in Qiantian territory. You are so brave!"

Zong Shou's gaze sharpened, and without moving his sword, he directly punched a hundred and twenty miles away.

The hundreds of miles of time and space were forcibly folded by this vast force. Then the barrier also shattered.

The sword intent at the pinnacle of Soul Realm was contained in the fist, and it was struck down violently.

The person in the distance was concentrating on absorbing the traces of blood mist. He didn't take any precautions at all, and when he realized this sudden blow, he couldn't avoid it. His complexion was instantly pale, and his eyes were filled with horror.

But at this moment, the other side of the void behind him was also broken.

A huge magic palm also struck. A majestic voice spread from afar.

"Your Majesty, why should you be so angry? This is a disciple of my Yuanshi Demon Sect in a foreign land, and I don't know the rules of your Majesty. In fact, for these civilians whose lives are worthless, why should—"

But before he could finish speaking, it was like fists and palms clashing. The Baizhang Demon Palm just resisted for less than half a breath before it completely disintegrated.

The force of the punch directly smashed the monk into pieces!

At this moment, all the monks within hundreds of miles poured their thoughts from afar.

No matter how low the cultivation base is, such violent spiritual energy fluctuations can still be sensed.

And that person's voice was obviously both shocked and angry.

"What a demon king of Qiantian, demon king of blood sword! You Lizi, you really don't pay attention to my Yuanshi Demon Sect! Now that the catastrophe is approaching, this old man wants to see how you can survive this catastrophe. Three days later, I, the Yuanshi Demon Sect, will definitely slaughter your Qiantian City—"

Zong Shou was too lazy to speak, so he just kept his hand. This Yuanshi Demon Sect will show mercy?

This person has been firmly locked by his thoughts, and by speaking, bursts of magic sounds are poured into him. Trying to arouse his fear of this life and death disaster.

Breath and body shape are constantly changing. False and real, flickering, escaping to the distance.

With a stretch of Zong Shou's mind, the nameless sword flew out of his sleeve. Hold it in your hand, and then suddenly strike a sword. From top to bottom, cut into the air in front of you.

Then the space in front of him, like a huge canvas, was torn from it. The anger is overwhelming, and the sword is cold for thousands of miles!

There was also a shrill hiss from a hundred miles away. But there was only one sound, and the silence was restored.

Zong Shou Jianguang, one take away. He took the head of an old man back to his side.

But it was an old man in his seventies, with a mephit imprint on the center of his eyebrows.

Immediately, he raised his eyebrows clearly, it turned out to be the old mephit. After ten thousand years, this guy is still a small boss in the God Emperor game.

Unexpectedly, today, he was beheaded by a sword.

But at this time, for hundreds of miles, almost all the spiritual realms were silent.