A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 475 Annihilation!Within the realms, who is not a puppet?
Five bodies in one, the late stage of burying the gods!
At this moment, the black-clothed monk had bright eyes and a smile on his mouth.It didn't look like a puppet at all, but like a monstrous monk.It's just that its black robe is so wide that it still can't tell if it's male or female.

"Are you a puppet?" Su Mo asked again.

"Hehe!" The black-clothed monk looked at Su Mo, and then smiled charmingly, "Who is not a puppet in the vast universe and among the worlds? It's just that the people who control it are different."

"Huh?" Su Mo raised his eyebrows.

The black-clothed friar's answer didn't answer the question, but it had a deep meaning.

The black-clothed monk's eyes were a bit ethereal, with inexplicable sadness and joy, and a special charm, and then sighed softly: "Actually, we are all puppets. It's just that the people who control our destiny are different! The people who pull the thread are different, and our trajectories are different. "

Su Mo and the others frowned and remained silent.

"Hehe!" Immediately, the black-clothed cultivator's eyes changed, he glanced at Su Mo and the others, and then said coldly, "Actually, there is no need to say more. I will ask you again, are you willing to donate your soul blood?"

Zhao Xiu and Li Ziliang didn't want to answer this question at all.

The three of Su Mo shook their heads naturally.Originally, they were not included in the list of donating soul blood, but now it seems that they have been treated equally.

"If you don't donate your soul blood, then sacrifice for God! You have missed the last chance." The monk in black shook his head in disappointment, then the corners of his mouth slightly curved, his eyes instantly became indifferent.

call--

Look again, the robes of the monk in black are bulging, and his hands are divided left and right.

Crashing——squeaking——

The whole body of the black-clothed monk was full of black energy.At the same time, he already had a Death Scythe with a black iron chain in his hand.However, this Death Scythe is far better than the previous one.

The black chain is like a dragon, whose length is unknown;

At this time, the entire hall is full of its breath.

Destroyer Sea God Soldier!

Li Ziliang couldn't help but look at Zhao Xiu, and Zhao Xiu tilted his head to look at Su Mo.

"Master Su, are you sure?"

"Hehe!" Su Mo sneered twice, "We have killed the puppets of the Miehai class! What is a late-stage God Burial?"

With that said, Su Mo patted the storage bag.

huh-huh-

The ghost image has been taken back by him, and the two puppets Mu Wang and Tao Yao have already flown out.As soon as they came out, they rushed towards the black-clothed monk without any unnecessary movements.

At the same time.

Ye Cansheng called out, and a cloud of black mist had already appeared under his feet.In the black mist, it was the Black Turtle Divine Beast.At present, it has only been restored to the Burial God level.

However, the ink turtle is a divine beast with extraordinary talents.

Ye Cansheng stood on top of the black tortoise, dancing the Mo Luo Chasing Star Whip, like a god.

crackling—

With a movement of the magic whip, the black lightning is tens of feet long.

In the entire hall, the thunder continued.

If you only talk about the level of the magic weapon, then the Death God's Scythe among the black monks is not enough.Mo Luo chases the star whip, which can drive away the sun and the moon, and is a divine weapon of the venerable level.

However, the current Ye Cansheng is limited by his realm and cannot fully exert its power.

Even so, Mo Luo Chasing the Star Whip is enough to restrain the Death God's Scythe.

Boom—click—

Two bolts of lightning directly hit the death sickle.Sparks shot out like thunder.Ye Cansheng looked calm, but the expression of the monk in black changed slightly.

Because, there was a gust of airflow from the Reaper's Scythe, making it feel slightly numb in its arms.

However, it doesn't have much respite.

In the void, a sword light came straight towards it.That was King Mu's puppet.Today, among Su Mo's three major puppets, King Mu's puppet is somewhat different.

In the secret territory of Guqian, a spirit of Spider Woman injected into his body.Therefore, the current King Mu is more agile, not like a complete fighting machine.

chi chi—chi——

King Mu's sword is invisible and invisible.If it was the real King Mu who made the move, he would be able to destroy the entire Nine Nether City with a single strike.Unfortunately, this is just a puppet.

However, when facing this sword, the pupils of the monk in black shrank slightly.

King Mu's sword!

This is something that the black friars or the manipulator behind it absolutely did not expect.

At the same time, the Taoyao puppet has already started.

With a flick of the long sleeve, thousands of branches are scattered, and each branch is attached with the power of burial.It is like an ancient peach tree with thousands of branches and leaves that move with the wind.

"Mu Wang, Tao Yao!"

A look of shock flashed in Zhao Xiu's eyes.

These are soulless people, how did they become Su Mo's puppets?Especially that King Mu, in Zhao Xiu's view, was no longer a puppet.

That's already half a monk!
But at this time, the most shocked person was actually the monk in black.One venerable divine weapon and two god-burial puppets are powerful enough to cause bloody storms in the underworld.

Mingcheng still underestimated the power of Su Mo and others.This Palace of Bliss can't stop them at all.Because, at this time, everyone understands that this will definitely not be the strongest strength of Su Mo and others.

Boom—click—

The monk in black retreated quickly.The Death Scythe, like a black dragon dancing wildly, exudes endless power to bury the gods.In the entire hall, spiritual energy was like a tide, constantly colliding.

Zhao Xiu and Li Ziliang hurriedly retreated to avoid being affected.

The late stage of burial.

The realm of the monks in black is indeed superior.However, under the joint attack of the Venerable God Soldiers and the Burial God-level puppets, they did not have any upper hand.

Su Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, but he himself didn't make another move.At this time, Yu Wuji also landed beside him.Around her, there are countless white fine sands.

Every grain of sand is a deadly weapon.It's a pity that Bai Shuilian, the master of Xiaoyao Palace, has disappeared.

"Su Mo, I can kill that puppet in black!" Yu Wuji said coldly.

"Don't worry!" Su Mo nodded and said, "Our enemy should still be behind. What's in front of you are just soldiers and generals. Your strength is at the critical moment, so you don't need to make a move for now!"

"it is good!"

Yu Wuji nodded.

Look at the field again.

The black-clothed monk was surrounded by King Mu's puppet, Taoyao's puppet, and Ye Cansheng riding a black turtle.Ye Cansheng's main task is to suppress the black-clothed monk's Death Scythe.

crackling—

At this time, Ye Cansheng's wrist shook violently.

Mo Luo's Star Whip actually entangled Death's Scythe directly.

"Ok?"

The monk in black frowned.He instinctively retracted the chain.However, Ye Cansheng stood on top of the ink turtle, and instead of moving a bit, he smiled coldly.

"Puppet, your magic weapon belongs to me!"

As he said that, Ye Cansheng actually gave Mo Gui the end of Mo Luo's Star Whip.

Roar--

The divine beast raised its head, and its strength was boundless.

Not to mention a late God Burying cultivator, even cultivator Miehai can match its power.

Boom—click—

The ink turtle pulled back violently, and the black-clothed friar naturally wouldn't let go.The design of this puppet is that it will never give up the magic weapon in its hand.

There is nothing wrong with Mola Starwhip.

And the iron chain of the Death God's Scythe couldn't withstand the strong pull of both sides, and suddenly broke.

Ye Cansheng reached for the death scythe with one hand, then threw it to Li Ziliang with one hand, and said with a smile: "Li Daoyou, your magic weapon is gone, this is for you!"

Li Ziliang didn't expect such benefits, so he caught it all at once, beaming with joy.

The black monk's face changed suddenly.

Without the magic weapon, he is like a tiger without claws.Even if he was in the late stage of Burying God, he might not be able to stop his opponent.

chi chi - ho -

King Mu's sword pierced through the sky; Taoyao's fire swept across the hall.

The two purple robes moved like clouds.

In an instant, the monk in black was swallowed by their power.

(End of this chapter)