Chapter 469 Take Your Life to Try!

"Um?"

Jun Hao and Si Yutang frowned, showing suspicion.

The voice sounded familiar, and the two of them were not quite sure.

Normally, that person should be dead.

Could it be that this person went deep into the ancient battlefield and came back alive?

"who?"

The white-shirted cultivator raised his eyes slightly and rolled his eyes, his face sank, and murderous intent loomed.

Immediately afterwards, there was a hint of confusion in the eyes of the white-shirted cultivator.

This voice didn't sound in the cave, it sounded like it came from ten miles away.

Here's where it gets weird.

Since this person is ten miles away, how could he possibly hear their conversation in this cave?

How powerful is this ear?

In the world, is there really such a magical power as Shunfenger?

Sudden!

There was a sound of clothes breaking through the air, from far to near, very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it had already arrived at the door of this cave!

"What a quick move!"

The white-shirted cultivator froze in his heart, his eyes turned, and he stared at the corridor where he came.

The same is true for Jun Hao and Si Yutang. They want to know if the person who came here is that person!

Soon, in the corridor, a cyan figure appeared, pacing, not in a hurry, looking calm and calm, with an indescribable momentum!

The person who came here looked like a scholar, and it was Su Zimo who came from Xuantian City.

Jun Hao narrowed his eyes, his killing intent was cold, and he said with hatred, "It really is you!"

"You didn't die?"

Si Yutang opened his mouth slightly and said incredulously.

Su Zimo's expression was calm, his eyes swept across the two of them, and he hardly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Su Zimo looked at the tall and burly corpse that was impacting the stone room, his eyes flashed, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if thinking of something.

After a short pause, his eyes fell on the white-shirted cultivator.

After entering the cave, Su Zimo didn't say a word, just looked around.

But for some reason, it was such a simple and subtle action that the white-shirted cultivator felt an unprecedented pressure!

Su Zimo's eyes are bright and deep, his eyes are indifferent, and he can control everything!

He didn't say a word, but he exuded a condescending arrogance!

This kind of temperament is not pretended.

Instead, it was cultivated with endless corpses and the blood of countless Tianjiao, and it will be revealed inadvertently!

The white-shirted cultivator was expressionless and a little uneasy in his heart. He suddenly took a few steps back and called softly, "Come back!"

The corpse's movement suddenly stopped, stunned for a moment, and then strode to the side of the white-shirted cultivator, staring at Su Zimo murderously.

At this time, the wounds on the corpse that were split by the killing array had already coagulated and were no longer bleeding.

"Senior Brother Li, this person is Su Zimo!"

Jun Hao said quickly: "It's him who injured your corpse! He arranged the killing formation outside this stone chamber."

The white-shirted cultivator didn't say a word, staring at Su Zimo with a solemn expression.

Su Zimo said indifferently: "One of the five left-handed ways, Corpse Refining Cult."

After he went deep into the ancient battlefield, through Tang Yu and others, he learned a lot about the top forces in the Tianhuang Continent, and he could see the identity of the white-shirted cultivator at a glance.

The monks of the Corpse Refining Sect will use the secret method of the sect to refine a war corpse to help them fight, and it is easy to identify.

Su Zimo looked at the white-shirted cultivator, and asked with a half-smiling smile, "I bragged about myself just now, why didn't I go to His Royal Highness the Emperor to meet the evildoers on Divine Phoenix Island?"

The white-shirted cultivator looked ugly.

When the Palace of the Emperor came, of course he also wanted to compete for the inheritance of the Emperor.

His corpse is invulnerable to swords and guns, and is invulnerable to water and fire, and his strength is by no means weaker than that of the Eight Veins Foundation.

However, the monks of the corpse religion have a fatal weakness.

Compared with the powerful war corpses, they are not strong themselves. Once they lose the protection of the war corpses, they are almost certain to die when they build the foundation of the upper eight veins!

His Royal Highness, the arrogance from all walks of life gathered.

Needless to say, it was an unprecedented melee.

In this kind of melee, it is impossible for the corpse to protect him comprehensively, and it is difficult for him to protect himself!

The white-shirted cultivator hesitated for a long time before giving up on going to the Palace of the Emperor.

It was later proven that he was correct in his decision.

It is said that in the bloody battle of His Royal Highness the Emperor, nearly half of the arrogance fell, and most of the arrogance was abolished, which was extremely tragic!

The white-shirted cultivator snorted coldly, and said, "His Royal Highness is a melee. If you fight alone, that Divine Phoenix Island evildoer may not be my opponent!"

"Oh?"

Su Zimo raised his brows.

"Who are you, what sect and faction are you?"

The monk in white shirt asked back.

Jun Hao said quickly: "Brother Li, don't worry, this person is just a disciple of a small sect in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He has no background. Half a year ago, he was just building the foundation of the four veins."

Compared with the top powers and super sects such as the Five Great Zuodao, Misty Peak can only be regarded as a small sect.

Hearing Jun Hao say this, the white-shirted cultivator frowned slightly.

More than half a year ago, it was the foundation of the four veins. Now even if his cultivation speed is against the sky, with the help of the Kaimai Dan, at most it is the foundation of the seven veins.

Taking a step back, what if it was the Eight Veins Foundation Establishment?

This person is from a small sect and has no backers.

The background of the small sect is there, and the secrets of the practice are limited. Where can this person be so talented?

Did you miss it?

The white-shirted cultivator's expression became colder, he waved his hand, and said, "Go, try this fellow Daoist's method!"

The corpse understood, roared, and with a monstrous momentum, strode over to kill the meteor.

Compared with the tall and strong corpse, Su Zimo's body can be described as "skinny", it seems that even a finger of the corpse can't stop it!

But looking at the corpse rushing over, Su Zimo's expression remained the same, just a slight smile.

Zheng!

Suddenly, Su Zimo's palm already had a bloody long knife.

The blade vibrated, and the blood was soaring to the sky!

"Want to try my tricks?"

Su Zimo's eyes were like knives, and he said faintly, "Take your life to try!"

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, Su Zimo moved and suddenly took a step!

This step fell, and the ground under my feet suddenly cracked with gaps, densely packed.

In an instant, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and the entire cave was on the verge of collapse.

The hearts of several people present trembled at the same time.

Su Zimo stimulated his spiritual power, and the spiritual sea in his dantian boiled instantly, setting off a stormy wave!

Under the blue shirt, the spiritual veins flashed one after another, and the spiritual power whizzed past, surging.

"Eight Veins Foundation Establishment!"

Jun Hao and Si Yutang were shocked and exclaimed.

call!

Su Zimo pulled out the knife, and the bloody glow skyrocketed, like a bloody sun, instantly descending on the top of the dead corpse!

The corpse had no time to dodge, and could only tilt its head slightly.

puff!

The blood-quenched knife slashed down the corpse's shoulder and slashed inwardly!

The blade rubbed against the muscles and bones, and there was a penetrating sound, as if it was cutting metal black iron, and the sound was harsh.

Thick and dirty blood gushed out.

This knife almost cut the corpse in half!

The blood-quenched knife has been slashing into the chest of the corpse, only to stop!

Withstood by the blood-quenched knife, the corpse can't move an inch.

Su Zimo's seemingly frail body, with just one slash, burst out a terrifying force that is terrifying, and even the dead body that is invulnerable to fire and water can't resist!

The white-shirted cultivator's face became even paler, and his figure swayed.