Chapter 457 God's Hand

"Ho ho ho!"

Su Zimo hunched his body and closed his eyes tightly, not knowing how much pain he was suffering, a hoarse roar came from the depths of his throat.

The real fire was burning, his body twitched, his flesh and blood had been burned to black, and there was a crackling sound, which was terrible.

In the light of the fire, Su Zimo's face was looming, his facial features were twisted together in pain, beyond recognition, and looked a little hideous.

Ji Yaojing looked distressed for a while, and her eyes gradually became covered with a layer of fog.

"Cough cough!"

Ji Yaojing's internal injuries broke out, and she coughed up two mouthfuls of black blood, mixed with some broken internal organs, which was shocking.

"Unexpectedly, he still died here."

Fairy Ji's eyes dimmed, and she was like a gossamer.

With the full blow of the sealer, her internal organs were devastated, and her life was passing quickly. Unless she had the means to reach the sky, she would definitely die.

But in this ancient battlefield, the person with the highest cultivation level is Jindan Zhenren, how can anyone save her.

"how come?"

Right at this moment, there was a whisper not far away, full of disbelief.

This is the voice of the sealer of the Magic Sect.

Subconsciously, Fairy Ji followed the gaze of the old man of the Magic Sect and looked at Su Zimo again.

At this time, the real fire on Su Zimo's body was actually much smaller than at the beginning, and it had a tendency to go out gradually!

Fairy Ji opened her mouth slightly, a look of astonishment flashing across her eyes.

Although Su Zimo was almost burned to black charcoal with billowing green smoke, the flames on his body were indeed weakening.

In other words, it is moving!

The hot flame tilted slightly, as if being pulled by some kind of mysterious force, surging towards Su Zimo's right hand, all submerging into the blood-red bone palm!

Except for Su Zimo himself, no one knows or can explain what happened to him.

Originally, his injury was too severe, and it had exceeded the limit of the body's self-healing. The wound could not heal, and he was bleeding all the time.

Without this true fire, blood would bleed to death.

But it is precisely because of the scorching of the real fire that the flesh and blood around these two wounds are scorched, temporarily stopping the bleeding, thus hanging a life!

At the same time, the blood-colored bone palm seemed to have undergone a slight change under the burning of the real fire.

It was as if a seal had been undone, and some kind of power was quietly awakened. Like a whale sucking a cow, it swallowed the real fire on Su Zimo's body in a big mouth, unscrupulous!

Before the real fire threatened Su Zimo, most of it was swallowed up by the blood-colored bone palm!

It can be said that due to the misunderstanding, this real fire temporarily saved Su Zimo's life.

A terrifying aura gradually grew, lingering between the blood-colored bone palms.

...

Tart, tart, tart!

There was a sound of footsteps in my ears, and the killing intent was surging, almost suffocating!

Ji Yao was meticulously surprised.

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple has been swallowed up by the space crack behind him, and there is only one sealer of the Illusory Demon Sect left!

The flames on Su Zimo's body still haven't subsided. With his eyes closed, he stood there like a coke with a faint breath.

Ji Yaojing gritted her teeth and supported her body with trembling arms. After failing several times, she barely stood up and staggered in front of Su Zimo.

A simple action, but exhausted her last strength.

Ji Yaojing swayed and could not stand still, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

But she raised her head and looked at the murderous Illusory Demon Sect Sealer who was pacing, but her gaze was unprecedentedly firm!

She knew that her injury was beyond recovery, but Su Zimo might not.

People's Palace!

That might be Su Zimo's only turning point!

Many signs have shown that Su Zimo is the descendant of the Human Emperor's Palace in this life. As long as he can enter the Human Emperor's Palace, he may be able to live.

Of course, that's just maybe.

What exactly is in the Palace of the Emperor, no one knows.

The footsteps disappeared.

The old man of the Magic Sect came to Ji Yaojing, stopped, and looked indifferent.

"You protect him like this, this little beast won't be your furnace, right?" The Phantom Sect Sealer asked slowly, looking at Fairy Ji's eyes with a hint of mockery and ridicule.

"So what?"

Ji Yaojing's complexion became darker and darker, her brows were dead, and the breath of life in her body was minimal.

If it wasn't for her will, she would have fallen long ago.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The old man of the Magic Sect seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

The sealer of the Overlord Hall and the sealer of Yun Yuzong also frowned and looked at Fairy Ji in disbelief.

"Stupid, really stupid!"

After laughing enough, the old man of the Magic Sect shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect that the demon girl in this life is actually a seed of infatuation. It's ridiculous to choose a cultivator as the furnace."

Fairy Ji pursed her lips, her eyelids getting heavier.

She couldn't hear what the old man of the Phantom Sect said, but she could only feel the sound in her ears roaring, suddenly far and near, her consciousness gradually sinking.

"You are fighting for your life, and you have to delay time, nothing more than wanting this little beast to enter the Palace of the Emperor."

The old man of the Magic Sect sneered: "It's a pity that both of you are going to die! Killing you today will save you from the Su Nuzong and the Demon Sect's shame!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man of the Magic Sect saw murderous intent in his eyes, and with a palm on his waist, he pulled out a soft sword with a flickering cold light.

pat!

The soft sword flicked, and the blade was straight!

In the face of two base-building cultivators who had no resistance and were dying, the old man of the Phantom Sect did not have any intention of keeping his hands, and burst out with the power of the Golden Core Realm, stabbing straight with his sword.

This sword stabbed past, enough to string the heads of the two together!

The sword qi is like frost, and the coercion is wanton.

Fairy Ji couldn't hold it any longer and fell on her back.

Suddenly, an arm came across and supported her figure.

The next moment, in the blurred vision of Fairy Ji, she saw a person.

Although this person was burnt to charcoal and beyond recognition, she could still recognize it.

Those eyes were surging with scarlet blood, as if they were going to eat people!

Su Zimo suddenly stuck out his right hand.

The pupils of the Phantom Sect old man shrank suddenly, and he was shocked.

There is no flesh and blood on this palm, all are red bones, burning fine flames, emitting a terrifying breath, it seems to be able to burn the sky and boil the sea, and destroy all beings!

This seems to be the hand of the gods, filled with a palpitating breath.

Not to mention the old man of the Illusory Demon Sect directly opposite, even the sealer not far away, many monks watching the battle from a distance, felt a shudder at this moment!

Some monks couldn't bear the pressure and lay on the ground on the spot, silent.

In the hearts of many cultivators, a feeling of incomparable humbleness and insignificance was born.

The blood-colored bone palm grabbed towards the soft sword.

Tick, tick!

Before the soft sword pierced the blood-colored bone palm, it was melted into molten steel and dropped to the ground.

A perfect spirit weapon was just scrapped!

Behind the Phantom Sect old man is a space crack, and there is no way to retreat. In his sight, a palm burning with raging flames is coming towards him, getting bigger and bigger...