Chapter 452 The First Person Under the Golden Core
Invincible!
The monks who watched the battle from a distance had their mouths wide open, and their eyes were full of shock.
With his own strength and invincible posture, he will forcefully suppress the three arrogances of immortals, Buddhas, and demons!
Such a demeanor, I am afraid that it is not much better than the ancient emperors!
More than a dozen sealers were furious, and set off one after another, rushing towards His Highness the Emperor, their faces were frosty, and their auras kept rising.
Everyone is wrong.
How could they have expected that with the full blow of the sealer of the Shura Sect, this person could still burst out with such terrifying combat power!
The battle with the three arrogances of immortals, Buddhas, and demons is slow to say, but in fact, it is only within ten breaths. When they reacted, there were already several corpses on the spot, and most of the arrogances could not be seriously injured.
The loss is heavy, and it is too late to regret.
on the battlefield.
A sword shocked the Hong Kong, exuding a chilling murderous intent, the speed is extremely fast, and it will come in an instant!
Su Zimo's right fist just collapsed and flew to Pang Yue, and before he could retract it, he could only stick out his left hand and grab the long sword that was stabbing.
Hang Qiuyu has long seen that Su Zimo's right hand is a little weird, indestructible, comparable to a perfect spiritual weapon, and can even resist the full blow of the sealer.
Just now, Su Zimo smashed Pang Yue's spear with his right fist again, which further confirmed Hang Qiuyu's speculation!
Therefore, Hang Qiuyu waited until now to shoot, killing him from the left, just to avoid Su Zimo's right hand!
The Jinghong Sword is the perfect spiritual weapon.
Hang Qiuyu didn't believe that the flesh and blood of a foundation-building cultivator could withstand the edge of a perfect spiritual weapon!
Even the fleshly body of a pure-blooded beast cannot reach this level.
But how did he know that even if the pure-blooded beast saw Su Zimo after the demonization, it would have to hide!
Seeing Su Zimo sticking out his left hand, Hang Qiuyu's eyes were full of madness, and he said coldly, "I want your left hand!"
"Hey!"
Su Zimo sneered.
With his left hand, he directly grasped the Jinghong Sword in the palm of his hand, and the long sword burst out with a cold air, the sword energy was prosperous, and the five spiritual patterns flickered constantly!
呲呲呲!
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the blood light flashes.
Bloodstains appeared on Su Zimo's left hand.
But under the surging of the demonic energy, these bloodstains have just emerged, and there is a tendency to heal!
"Um?"
Seeing this scene, Hang Qiuyu's pupils shrank.
What a terrifying self-healing ability!
The next moment, he discovered something even more terrifying!
His Jinghong Sword was grasped by Su Zimo's palm, not only did he not crush the hand, but the sword's body was restrained, and the speed actually slowed down little by little.
When he was only an inch away from Su Zimo's head, he stopped completely!
Hang Qiuyu was carrying the blood, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he was running his spiritual power frantically, even faintly tingling in his dantian, his arms were shaking, and his strength had been pushed to the limit.
As long as he moved in an inch, he could pierce Su Zimo's head.
However, the Jinghong Sword was still in Su Zimo's palm!
Hang Qiuyu clearly saw that the Jinghong Sword had split Su Zimo's palm, and blood was dripping and flowing out.
He could even feel the dull and stagnant feeling that the sword edge slowly swept across Su Zi's ink bone palm!
But it was an inch short, and it fell short.
With the surging scarlet demonic energy, the sword energy on the sword body was gradually suppressed and swallowed up, and it was not as strong and sharp as it was at first.
Su Zimo's blood was scattered on the Jinghong Sword.
The aura on the sword, as if eroded by some kind of power, gradually dimmed!
hiss!
Looking at the blood on the Jinghong Sword, Hang Qiuyu's eyes were full of horror!
No one could feel the fear in his heart at this time.
What kind of bloodline is this person, who can suppress even the aura of a perfect spiritual tool?
What does this scene mean?
This means that if a perfect spiritual tool is soaked in this person's blood, it will not be long before this perfect spiritual tool will be abolished!
There are many illusory legends circulating in the world of self-cultivation. In the ancient books of Jianzong, there was a saying that a drop of blood from an immortal can shatter mountains, pierce the void, and kill the ancient masters!
Hang Qiuyu originally disagreed with these legends.
Even if it is an immortal, the power of blood can be so terrifying, so exaggerated?
It was not until this time that Hang Qiuyu really realized that a person's bloodline could really cultivate to that realm!
The person in front of him is still in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the power of blood is already so powerful.
If this person really becomes a great power, an ancestor, or a legendary fairy, a drop of his blood may destroy all living beings!
Right now, let alone abolishing this person's palm, even Jinghongjian is no longer under Hang Qiuyu's control.
Stained by Su Zimo's blood, Hang Qiuyu could clearly feel that the connection between him and Jinghongjian was gradually fading, and it could be cut off at any time!
"Amitabha!"
Monk Jueyan was holding a vajra, his whole body shone with golden light, his eyes were like torches, awe-inspiring and inviolable, he had come to the front and shouted: "Monster, the little monk is here to save you!"
"You're not qualified yet!"
Su Zimo's expression did not change, he freed his right hand, clenched it into a fist again, and hit the vajra that stabbed fiercely!
boom!
Monk Jueyan was shaken, the tiger's mouth was torn apart, and the vajra flew away.
Su Zimo grabbed the Jinghong Sword in his left hand, took a big step with his right leg, and jumped up.
Before the monk felt anger could react, a figure directly bumped over, stuck to his chest, and leaned slightly!
"Um!"
The monk's eyes widened with anger.
A terrifying force poured into the body through the opponent's body, and the monk's head was blank, and the whole person was directly knocked away!
boom!
Monk Jueyan fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes dimmed, the amulet shattered, and the golden mask condensed from the Diamond Sutra also shattered.
There were bloodstains on the monk's face, which were dense and shocking!
Flesh exploded!
"not dead?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
Now that he is demonized, his power has skyrocketed, and now he is close to him, even ten monks who feel anger will die!
Su Zimo turned his eyes and landed on the golden cassock that Monk Jueyan was wearing, and he knew it in his heart.
This golden cassock must be an extremely powerful defensive spiritual tool, otherwise, even the indestructible body of King Kong can be smashed into blood mist!
Monk Juehan stood up with difficulty, without any arrogance, staggered and fled outside, like a lost dog.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Su Zimo laughed, squinting at the back of Monk Juehan who was fleeing in a hurry, and said loudly, "Just like this, you still want to save me, go back and read the Ten Years Sutra!"
Hearing this sentence, the monk felt anger and his feet softened and he almost fell over.
As a descendant of King Kong Temple, a Buddhist genius, how has he ever suffered such humiliation?
The monk felt resentment in his heart, he felt that he had lost all face, he was extremely aggrieved, and he was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Ugh!"
He vomited a mouthful of blood, and felt that the monk's chest was much smoother, and he sighed deeply.
"This person, I'm afraid it's true... The Foundation Establishment is invincible."
At this time, everyone realized that after this battle, as long as this descendant of Divine Phoenix Island is still alive, he will be the first person under the golden elixir!