A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 506 The Moment of Life and Death!All monks, not one stays!
puff--

At the top of Wangdu City, the puppet in purple cut Qiu He in half with a single blow.Although Qiu He is the Great Perfection of Soul Transformation, he was seriously injured before.

Therefore, he is not an opponent at all.

"Elder Qiu—"

"Senior Brother Qiu—"

Elder Yunlu couldn't help shouting when he saw it.He immediately wanted to blow himself up.In this way, at least many enemies can be killed together.

However, Yue Zhiqing's sword had already arrived.

puff--

A sword through the heart!
The power of divine calamity suddenly spread out and exploded in an instant.Elder Yunlu's body directly turned into blood mist.

In Wangdu City, the two highest ranking elders fell instantly.

Another Fan Yunxing who had just arrived was also caught in the chest by the old ghost, and he was instantly wiped out.

At this moment, it was not a battle at all, but a massacre.One undead puppet and two masters of divine catastrophe, they are like three giant axes that open the sky, splitting everything.

Within Wangdu, there is nothing to stop him!
At the head of Wangdu City, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses were like mountains.

Jin Mantang, Huo Lingjun, Kong Fangzi, Liu Ru, the only remaining four elders in the capital city, they surrounded the city in a square.There is a small formation under their feet.

Runes of various colors circulated among the four of them endlessly.

This was Huo Lingjun's last formation.

Moreover, each of them took a special pill.At this moment, their golden robes were all in tatters, and their eyes were all bloody.

Blood Soul Pill!

Almost all the monks present knew that overbearing elixir.It can instantly stimulate the potential of monks and double their combat power, but it consumes blood souls.

A monk can only take at most one blood soul pill in his lifetime.Because, if the second blood soul pill is eaten, the blood soul of the whole person will be drained.

At this moment, monk Wangdu wished that each of them had a blood soul pill.

Unfortunately, the Blood Soul Pill is extremely precious.

The four of Jin Mantang ate the last blood soul pill.Before that, Qiu He and others had already eaten in the recent battle.

"Resistance in the corner, there is a dead end!"

Yue Zhiqing and the old ghost stood in the void and shouted.

"Hey!" Jin Mantang sneered endlessly, "killing one is enough money, killing two makes one. We are not losing money today, if you have the ability, kill us, stop fucking nonsense!"

"kill!"

In the void, the two cultivators in the middle of the divine catastrophe gave a cold shout at the same time.Their realm is better, so their hearts are colder and more ruthless.

What if Wangdu is destroyed?

call--

Under the urging of the old ghost, the purple-clothed immortal puppet slashed straight again.

The four of Jin Mantang are actually at the end of their battles.Huo Lingjun desperately maintained the magic circle, but his strength was beyond his strength; and Liu Ru's storage bag was already empty.

All her potions have been used up.

Out of ammo!

In Wangdu City, there are still non-killing monks, but at this time, there are many dead and injured.There are still many who are completely surrounded and are still fighting, but almost all the fallen monks are Forgotten Cultivators.

Seen from a distance, Wangdu City is a hell of water and fire, where life and death rise and fall.

"From today onwards, there will be no Forgotten City in the Southern Territory!" A cold voice in the middle of the divine calamity in the void was like an oracle.Because, they want to really make Wangdu die.

"kill--"

"kill--"

The last four elders of Wangdu City shouted desperately, and the last monk who could fight in Wangdu City also howled furiously.However, they couldn't stop the purple-clothed puppet's long knife.

Purple clothes, long blade.

If this knife was cut off, the four of Jin Mantang would surely die.

However, everything suddenly reversed.This knife was fixed in the void.At that moment, the fluctuation of the purple puppet's robe seemed to be frozen in the void.

Because, in front of him, another purple-clothed puppet appeared.And the other purple-clothed puppet held a sword in his hand—the Sword of King Mu.

From birth to death is just a moment; from death to life is also a moment.

laugh--

King Mu's sword didn't stop, it directly pierced through the puppet's hood.Su Mo didn't know whose imitation that puppet was.

Su Mo didn't want to know either.

No matter who it is, Su Mo will kill.

Even if he is a puppet!
The moment Mu Wang's puppet made a move, Su Mo had already made the move as soon as he entered.

puff--

The monk who was the closest to him, the soul-transforming monk of Mengdu, was turned into a blood mist with a wave of his hand.

Su Mo was indeed reincarnated; however, that doesn't mean he forgot the killing he had done.

In the depths of Su Mo's soul, there are Murong who used to bet hundreds of millions of souls of the Great Murong Dynasty, Xiao Luo who wanted to condense the soul energy of the three realms into a human coffin, and even Mingzun who controlled the three realms and bet on his life to reincarnate.

Any person's memory is full of blood and blood, and the foundation of thousands of bones is laid.

Today's Su Mo seems to have restrained himself a lot.

That's just because he hasn't really encountered anything that he needs to kill.However, it happened today.

Forgetting the capital is actually a kind of fate for Su Mo.

An indescribable fate.

Su Mo's time in Wangdu is not long, but he will never forget the enthusiasm and trust given to Su Mo by the people of Wangdu.Fu Wanqing, Dou Tianlu, Jin Mantang, Zhuge Hong and others all left a deep impression and impression on Su Mo.

Moreover, Su Mo is the great elder of this city, and it can even be said that this city is Su Mo's city.

Less than five years!

Su Mo will be back.

Originally, he thought that there would be a thriving, peaceful and happy Wangdu in front of him.However, what he saw was the shattered stars in the sky, and what he heard was endless fighting.

In an instant, Su Mo understood everything.

The capital of ghosts and the capital of dreams have abandoned the original treaty.

If Su Mo arrives a little later, the entire Wangdu City will cease to exist.Is this how Galaxy was destroyed back then?Su Mo's eyes were as black as ink.

The scene just now always reminded him of the shattering of the galaxy.

Therefore, at this moment, he can't bear it, and he doesn't need to bear it.

"Dragon Saliva! Kill! None of the monks from Ghost City and Dream City will be left behind." Su Mo's expression was calm, and his tone when he ordered Zhao Xiu was also very calm.

However, he used the old name of the Three Realms.

Natural and calm.

But only Zhao Xiu understood the meaning behind that sentence.

What kind of anger is that?
In the past, the wrath of Hades could wipe out hundreds of millions of lives.

"Yes!"

Zhao Xiu suddenly lowered his head.That was the habitual action of listening to orders after he surrendered to Hades back then.In an instant, he also shot.

Zhao Xiu is indeed a flawed body, but he is also a real immortal mid-stage monk.

chi chi-

Huh—boom—

Su Mo and Zhao Xiu both wore black clothes, as if entering a land without people.

Su Mo didn't use his bamboo pole, but directly sacrificed the ancient fan of the world of mortals.With a flash of red light, the ancient fan turned like a knife.

The monks in Mengdu and Guidu have no one-hit enemies at all.

Zhao Xiu did not use Dragon Saliva Slash either.

Because, there is no need at all.

The undead coercion can imprison everything with a slight dispersal.Zhao Xiu just rushed forward, and there was a black mist of blood behind him.

Two killing gods, only for revenge!

(End of this chapter)