Chapter 3177 Deprivation of Blood

"Although Zhuo Donglai didn't fuse with the Deity of Destruction Level, the power of each sword light is equivalent to a blow of Destruction Level Deity. This kind of terrifying power is really appalling. No wonder Daozu Wuwei destroyed the country with the sword of Zixia Immortal Clothes back then. He is extremely domineering, I don't know how Han Sen will deal with it?" King Tian Yuan narrowed his eyes, looking like he was watching the show.

Lokid also sighed softly: "The Daoist Wuwei back then was truly an astonishing talent, and even the president was jealous of him, but it's a pity that he refused to join my Chaos God Association, otherwise he would have made great achievements. "

Everyone was taken away by that bright sword, and they had the idea of ​​being invincible.

Seeing the terrifying sword intent attacking, Han Sen didn't panic. He pointed his finger like a sword, and stabbed Zhuo Donglai's innocence with his sword.

There was no sky-shattering sword aura, no peerless sword light, and a stab that seemed light and fluffy could not match Zhuo Donglai's sky-shattering swordsmanship at all.

But just such a stabbing with the sword made the hearts of all the people watching the battle tremble. They all felt that the sword was stabbing in their hearts, piercing their own hearts. They even opened their mouths to spurt blood, and even the corners of the mouths of those top powerhouses were bleeding, and their faces were full of horror.

This sword is the spiritual sword that Han Sen learned from the Emperor of the Six Paths. The spiritual sword is not a spiritual sword skill, but a sword that directly points to the soul.

This is a swordsmanship based on the game of mind and will. A sword is aimed directly at the heart. If there is something lacking in the heart, it will inevitably be injured by this sword.

The Spiritual Sword Dao itself has no ability to hurt people. The real enemy of the person who has fallen into the Spiritual Sword Dao is himself.

Zhuo Donglai watched Han Sen's stabbing sword, and felt like falling into a nightmare. For a while, countless bizarre images flashed in his mind. His will was lost in an instant, and the strongest sword, Ziqi Donglai, did not attack himself. Broken, disappeared in an instant.

"What kind of evil sword technique is that?" The dignitaries of the Seven Great Empires were all shocked and horrified. They couldn't understand the power of Han Sen's sword, which could have such a strange effect.

They habitually think that the real power is the root, ignoring the cultivation of their own realm, and there are very few people who can understand the beauty of Han Sen's sword.

Only a few top experts, when they saw Han Sen's sword, they all praised Han Sen's kendo realm has become a god.

Han Sen looked at Zhuo Donglai with a frown, because although Lingjian Dao was powerful, he didn't think that Zhuo Donglai would be defeated so easily by Lingjian Dao. He faintly felt that there was another reason for Zhuo Donglai's collapse.

Suddenly, a divine light appeared in the void, and a beam of light came from the void and landed on Zhuo Donglai's body, causing strands of blue light to emerge from his body, as if some power was being pulled away from his body .

"Bloodline deprivation..." Yan Beifei sighed.

Now everyone understands what happened, the god who bestowed Zhuo Donglai's god blood is pulling away his god blood.

Every time those blue rays of light drifted away, Zhuo Donglai's aura became weaker, like a dying person whose vitality was gradually withdrawn.

boom!

When Zhuo Donglai's divine blood was stripped to a certain extent, the Zixia Immortal Clothes on his body were automatically detached from his body.

For humans in the Great Universe of the Empire, the blood of the gods is the basis for controlling the gene species. Now that Zhuo Donglai's blood of the gods has been withdrawn, the peerless gene species such as Zixia Xianyi will naturally no longer be restricted by him and regain their freedom.

A gleam of joy flashed in the eyes of the Sect Master of Tianzong, and the old man next to him also said happily: "Zixia Immortal Clothes will return to the Dao Pond when she regains her freedom. At that time, as long as the younger brother enters the Dao Pond again, Master will help you with all your strength. Junior brother will have the opportunity to be protected by this divine seed, and he will surely inherit my Tianzong's orthodoxy in the future."

The reason why the Sect Master of Tianzong forced Zhuo Donglai was not only to let him withdraw from the competition for the position of Sect Master of Tianzong, the most important thing was to seek Zixia Immortal Clothes.

If there is no strong strength, even if the Sect Master of Tianzong forces his son to inherit the position of Sect Master of Tianzong, it will not last long.

But if he can get Zixia Immortal Clothes to help him, then his position as the suzerain of the Heavenly Sect will be unbreakable.

The head of Tianzong has been planning for a long time. As long as Zixia Xianyi returns to Daochi, he will use secret methods and secret treasures to bless his son. Even if he sacrifices his life savings and hard work, he still wants to find a future for his son.

Although the head of Tianzong also felt ashamed of Zhuo Donglai in his heart, but the nature of father and son and the aging body and mind made him choose to do everything for his son.

But what made the Tianzong Sect Master and the old man feel a little strange was that although the Zixia Immortal Clothes were stripped from Zhuo Donglai's body, they did not leave to return to the Dao Lake, but floated in front of Zhuo Donglai, facing Zhuo Donglai far away, The purple clouds on her body shone like fairy clothes woven by the sky.

A person and a piece of clothing stand in the air, the person is as old as weeping grass, but the clothes are full of radiance, the scene is extremely bizarre, the blood of the gods in Zhuo Donglai's body has been completely pulled away, and the mysterious beam of light from the void has also been dissipated .

The current Zhuo Donglai has completely lost the aura just now, no longer the temperament of a god, the long purple hair that was originally turned into purple, now let alone the flowing purple clouds, even the black has receded, and the long hair on his head has turned into withered White, as if he had aged overnight.

Seeing the appearance of such a powerful and handsome man, many girls and young women had tears in their eyes, feeling sorry for Zhuo Donglai in their hearts.

Even many invincible powerhouses have regrets in their hearts, and some can't bear to see a peerless genius end up like this.

"Sect Master Tianzong, it's a bit too much." In Wuwei Taoist Palace, there were also people who complained for Zhuo Donglai, but this was Tianzong's family matter, even if they wanted to stand up for Zhuo Donglai, they would be taught by no one.

But at this moment, on the Zixia Immortal Clothes, Zixia actually bloomed, like a god descending, exuding boundless Zixia fairy charm.

"Is the Zixia Immortal Clothes going to return to the Dao Lake at last?" Although the Sect Master of Tianzong couldn't bear it in his heart, he couldn't help being excited again when he saw the Zixia Immortal Clothes soaring into the sky.

But in the next second, the Sect Master of Tianzong's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

The Zixia Immortal Clothes once again descended on Zhuo Donglai, who was full of withered and long white hair, like a divine robe added to his body. Thousands of purple qi and endless rays of light fell from the sky and the earth, causing the purple qi on Zhuo Donglai's body to rise, and the qi in his body quickly recovered. Like a child of God waking up from a deep sleep.

"How could this happen? It's impossible! Zhuo Donglai has no divine blood, how could Zixia Xianyi choose him, it's impossible..." Tianzong Sect Master suddenly stood up, staring at Zixia Xianyi And Zhuo Donglai, his face full of disbelief.

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