Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 2151 But I also have fake ones

Qiu Tianyuanba has different expressions but the same understanding.

Since there was a third person on the golden-black road, they sensed it, but turned a blind eye.

Thinking back now, the third person seemed to have revealed extraordinary thoughts when he embarked on the path to kill the two of them.

"He's really thinking about me!"

This guess was born in the hearts of the two of them almost at the same time.

And then, thanks to the gift of the Dragon Clan, Xie Tian, ​​who had advanced by leaps and bounds in the Soaring Dragon Land, had absolutely no tendency to attack the seriously injured and dying Qiu Tian, ​​which was even more unpredictable.

At this moment, any fool can understand that the reason why Xie Tian didn't make a move at that time was definitely not because he was afraid of the dying Chou Tian, ​​but because he had no intention of making a move at all.

What happened after the double calamity became the most favorable evidence.

"Sins and sins, going through a catastrophe can scare people to the point of sealing their memory. Isn't this kind of person doing things like a yellow bird, isn't it an insult to yourself..."

Yuanba murmured softly.

"Hmph, everything you do along the way is spying on me, studying me, what a mysterious confidence!"

A trace of shame and anger flashed across Qiu Tian's heart.

There are always those people in the world who are overconfident, and they have the ambition to rise above the clouds when their abilities are lacking.

Most people won't be laughed at for it.

But in Qiu Tian's view, Xie Tian is definitely the king among the few remaining people.

Why?

Because Xie Tian, ​​who was overconfident, put the realization of Ling Yun's ambition on Qiu Tian himself.

This is like an ant holding up its pair of pincers, grinning at Taotie and yelling.

What's more, Chou Tian, ​​who was compared to gluttony, was not only stingy, but also secretly expressed his intention to kill Xie Tian before.

"It's fine if you don't wait to die, if you don't liberate yourself, but want to resist me, heh..."

Shaking his head with a smile, Qiu Tian smiled and said, "Is it enough just to watch?"

"In the past, maybe it wasn't enough," Xie Tian raised his head slightly, closing his eyes, he didn't know what he was feeling, "Now, it's more than enough."

Qiu Tian was shocked by the confidence revealed in Xie Tian's words, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I am a saint."

Xie Tian nodded: "I have killed a dozen of them."

"Heh." Qiu Tian was a little speechless, and said calmly, "Do you know where the biggest gap is between you and the saint?"

"I don't know about this..."

I don't know how dare you boast that you have killed more than a dozen saints?

Just as Qiu Tian had this thought, he heard a soft sound again.

"Maybe it's because those saints died before they had time to show the difference."

Qiu Tian was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, nodded with a sinister smile, and said, "Now I understand that killing someone like you may be a bit self-defeating, but at least I will be very happy."

As the words sounded, the million miles of void that had just recovered from the evil sky crossing the catastrophe gradually turned scarlet.

"Amitabha." Seeing this, Yuanba quickly moved away, and the Buddha said lightly, "Young benefactor, don't be careless. This person's cultivation may be unbearable to you, but he is the best at killing."

As soon as these words came out, the scarlet that was rapidly spreading stagnated, and Qiu Tian, ​​whose murderous intent was constantly rising, couldn't help but look back at Yuanba, and said indifferently: "You dare to say such words, little monk, where is your compassion?"

"Amitabha." Yuan Ba ​​clasped his palms together and said, "Chou Tian benefactor, I don't lie, and in terms of cultivation, you are far inferior to this benefactor."

Qiu Tian didn't say much, nodded, left a word, and turned to face Xie Tian.

"The little monk is excellent. Half of this person's death was at my hands, and the other half was at your mouth."

The voice fell.

It was scarlet.

This kind of red is so thorough that no one in the sky, the void, or the endless sea of ​​millions of miles can escape the invasion of this scarlet red.

It seems that there is an invisible blood-colored sun star faintly releasing its own light.

It's just that this kind of light not only did not give a trace of warmth to the world, but was as cold as ice.

Scarlet, also aggressively attacked Xie Tian, ​​breaking his momentum and enveloping him.

Xie Tian didn't resist the attack, but instead stretched out his hand into the scarlet.

The process of penetrating is also a process of gradually increasing resistance. It seems that the seemingly illusory scarlet has become a real existence.

"Amitabha."

Yuan Ba, who didn't intend to speak again, couldn't help saying the Buddha's name when he saw this scene, and his heart was a little more shocked and discouraged.

"I didn't expect Yan Ming to kill the fog, but you also practiced it."

Yan Ming Slaying Fog is an extremely terrifying supernatural power in Indra's Yan Mingyin exercise.

Ordinary monks who fall into the Yan Ming killing fog are equivalent to being killed.

Even if elite monks with strong combat power enter it, their combat power will drop significantly.

"The action is hindered, the detection range of the immortal thoughts is greatly reduced, the movement of the immortal spirit is not effective, the origin of the rules is obscure, and there are endless killing visions that disturb the mind. Even Yan Ming's killing fog itself is still Yan Ming's quotation The best hidden carrier for supernatural powers..."

Among all the terrifying features of Yan Ming Shawu, the most terrifying thing is that he can hide other killing supernatural powers cited by Yan Ming.

Under the concealment of Yan Ming Shawu, the monks can't feel the killing hidden in it at all.

It can be said that Yan Ming's Killing Fog is the most beneficial amplifier for Yan Mingyin's special killing skills.

This was the reason why Yuanba was shocked.

And the reason for his discouragement is that Qiu Tian never used this trick on him from the beginning to the end...

Even if he was almost killed in the first battle.

"Hey!" Xie Tian, ​​who was probing Qiu Tianchao's hand, smiled darkly, "The little monk hasn't even seen this move, are you happy?"

Xie Tian heard the words, slowly withdrew his right hand, thought for a while and said, "It should be the momentum, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Ba ​​was startled.

And Qiu Tiansha narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "It seems that your understanding of Yan Mingyin is better than that of the little monk, but unfortunately you have no eggs..."

"This should be the aura of the blood." Recalling the only moment of perception of Indra in his memory, Xie Tian said softly, "It's a pity that you are not a member of Indra's clan. Although you practice Yan Mingyin, your aura is really fake of."

Qiu Tian's murderous eyes were already narrowed, and he was even more shocked inexplicably.

"Yan Mingyin is one of the two merits of my Chou family's clan. Unless a cultivator knows this, how does this son know such secrets?"

If it was just a secret, Qiu Tian would not be so shocked.

Behind Gein's secret lies the only major shortcoming in practicing this skill!
"If it is not a member of the Indra family, Yan Mingshawu can only be called a supernatural power. Even if it is cultivated to the best, it is not as good as one percent of the blood of the Indra family, and what's more..."

What's more, performing Yan Ming Shawu consumes not only the power of a monk, but also sacrifices one's own lifespan!
Don't look at the fact that the sage lived the same life as Ji Yuan, and he couldn't stand the huge consumption of Yan Ming's Shawu!
And just when Qiu Tian was shocked...

"Blood momentum..."

Xie Tian groaned softly, a faint self-mockery flitted across his cold blood eyes.

"I do not have……"

Qiu Tian sneered and said, "A mere ancestor reincarnated, dare to think about blood..."

"But fake ones, I have them too."

As soon as the words fell, Xie Tian's body was filled with colorful blooms, like billions of lightsabers slamming outwards, instantly pushing the scarlet Yanming Shawu that touched his skin away from Baizhang.

(End of this chapter)