Chapter 1100 Kill the Red Tiger!

The group of cultivators were stunned and lost their voices at the same time!

The expression of Daoist Chihu instantly froze on his face, and his eyes showed an unbelievable look.

Su Zimo's question roared in his mind.

What do you want to do?

The mind of Daoist Chihu was in chaos.

Yeah, what does he want to do?

He burst out with all the means of power, even at the risk of being cut by Su Zimo's mana sword energy, in order to rush over, close the distance, and fight with him!

But now, the two of them are just so close.

His thick-backed knife was firmly grasped by a palm that looked white and delicate, unable to move!

He is the perfect Taoist magic weapon!

Blowing hair and breaking hair, cutting iron like mud, I am afraid that I can't describe the sharpness of this thick-backed knife!

But such a divine weapon was pinched with bare hands by the monk in front of him!

Not holding the blade, but holding the blade that shone with cold light!

What does he want to do?

What can he do?

His plan, his analysis, and the many trump cards he was going to explode next seemed so ridiculous at this moment.

The Chihu Daoist does not understand.

The emperor's half-ancestor took action and abolished this person's physical body.

How can this person's physical body resist the edge of the perfect Taoist magic weapon?

The most terrifying thing is that his thick-backed knife can't even cut through this person's skin!

The Red Tiger Daoist could never have imagined that Su Zimo's real body of Qinglian, although in terms of blood and strength, was no match for the real body of the dragon family.

But the hardness of this Qinglian real body is not weak at all!

You must know that the sixth-grade fortune-telling green lotus is comparable to the innate Taoist magic weapon before it shatters.

And Su Zimo's skin is made of lotus leaves, not to mention the perfect Taoist magic weapon, even the innate Taoist magic weapon can't hurt him in the slightest!

Daoist Chihu thought that the monster he used to be had already fallen to the altar, and he would take advantage of the situation to step on it.

But it was only at this moment that he realized that the ancient evildoer was still at the peak, so high that he couldn't even touch the other side's clothes!

"You want to hurt me just with this kind of scrap metal?"

Su Zimo's eyes widened and his fingers tightened.

Hearing a click, Shi Po shook the sky!

Su Zimo actually grabbed the blade with his bare hands.

The five blazing rays of light on the thick-backed knife dimmed instantly.

A perfect Taoist instrument was abolished by Su Zimo with his bare hands in front of everyone's eyes!

The crack sounded, and the cultivators present shuddered, their hearts paused for a while, and they forgot to breathe for a while.

The cultivator of the three dynasties looked at Su Zimo with endless fear!

This person has completely exceeded their cognition!

This scene once again awakened their dusty and almost forgotten memories.

They finally realized who they were facing!

This is the terrifying existence that once killed eight titled disciples in the preaching place with his own power!

There are countless geniuses and evildoers who died in the hands of this person.

Compared with those arrogant demons, they are simply insignificant!

The Chihu Daoist swallowed his saliva, looked terrified, and began to step back.

In front of Su Zimo, he didn't even dare to make too much movement, he just moved backwards slowly, step by step!

It took him less than three breaths to rush to Su Zimo.

But just taking three steps back, it seems like a century has passed!

He has been terrified!

Su Zimo looked at the shivering Chihu Daoist, shook his head, and smiled lightly: "I want to leave now... it's too late."

Swish!

A light flashed.

Su Zimo has disappeared in place.

The pupils of Daoist Chihu suddenly shrank, his feet exerted force, and the whole person wanted to retreat backwards, but only felt a cold light flash in front of him.

Su Zimo squeezed the broken blade of the thick-backed saber and made a ruthless stroke on the throat of the Chihu Daoist!

laugh!

Blood mist spurts!

Su Zimo's figure disappeared again, and he had already avoided it.

The Taoist Chihu stared, his steps staggered, he stepped back, and stretched out his hand to cover his throat, but the scarlet blood kept gushing out from his fingers!

Although the power of the golden silkworm in his body is strong, it is still difficult for him to heal himself after being hit hard on his throat.

The vital energy of this fleshly body is rapidly passing away, and its blood is decaying.

The Red Tiger Daoist realized that this fleshly body was already useless!

Whoosh!

With a flash of light, his Primordial Spirit escaped from the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Yuanshen out of body!

Su Zimo seemed to have expected it long ago and threw it away.

The thick-backed knife and the broken blade that was still in his palm disappeared, turning into a cold light, and it fell on the primordial spirit of the Chihu Daoist in an instant!

The Taoist Chihu didn't say a word and died on the spot!

After slaying the Chihu Daoist, Su Zimo seemed to have crushed an ant casually, with an indifferent expression, and glanced at a distant corner as if unintentionally.

In this corner, there is a cultivator hidden.

Dressed in the Dragon Tiger Pavilion Taoist robe, with gray beard, it was the Elder Sun of the Dragon Tiger Pavilion who had arrived at the Great Zhou King City long ago and was hiding nearby!

Even if the sect disciple fell, he did not show up.

He is still enduring.

But at this moment, the gaze of that Desolate Martial Daoist actually floated towards him, which made Elder Sun shudder!

"Could it be that this son can find my trace?"

Elder Sun frowned slightly, with suspicion in his eyes.

Just when he was puzzled, the Desolate Martial Daoist had withdrawn his gaze. It seemed that the glance he had just looked at was just a coincidence.

Elder Sun breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself, "I'm over-hearted. This child is only in the middle stage of Returning to the Void, how could he possibly detect me."

the other side.

Su Zimo retracted his gaze.

The first time he came here, he had already noticed that there was a Faxiang Daoist hidden in that corner!

His spiritual strength is comparable to that of Faxiang Daojun, and he has spiritual sense to help. Elder Sun's deeds cannot be concealed from his induction at all!

He didn't care about this Faxiang Daojun.

If this person never shows up, he will not take the initiative to provoke them.

Su Zimo's eyes fell on the emperor of the Three Dynasties again.

The emperor of the three dynasties only felt a chill in his heart!

"escape!"

There was only one thought left in the mind of the Emperor of the Three Dynasties.

The Faxiang Daojun of Longhu Pavilion did not show up, they only had one way, that is to escape!

"No one is allowed to leave without my permission!"

Su Zimo's voice sounded, neither light nor heavy, but it passed into the ears of every Void Return Daoist, revealing an unquestionable majesty!

But the cultivators of the three dynasties were so frightened that they didn't dare to stay.

In the eyes of everyone, staying in the royal city is a certain death!

Counting Yuan Ying Zhenjun, there are still more than 200 monks left in the three dynasties.

And Su Zimo is only one person, as long as everyone disperses in a hurry and flees around, Su Zimo can't keep them all!

The green-robed youth was also caught in the crowd and fled outside the city while taking advantage of the chaos.

Su Zimo's eyes turned cold, his figure slowly rose, floating in mid-air, and he said coldly, "Those who act rashly, kill!"