Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 588 Soul Eater Handprint, Flying Slash
Shen Suanzi's face turned extremely ugly. If it wasn't for the fact that Mo Lin destroyed the body of the Da Ri Dharma King not long ago, he really doubted that Mo Lin was a disciple of the Zen sect, and he could even use the secret skill of the Zen sect, the golden bell cover.

However, how could the magic operator who had finally waited for the opportunity to make a move be unprepared, and suddenly a small black sword with the length of a thumb flew out from his sleeve, and shot out with lightning.

The little sword came later, and shot at the golden bell cover that Mo Lin had just analyzed half of its power, like a sharp arrow shooting into kraft paper. A cloud of black mist instantly spread to the west from the center of the small sword encirclement. It seemed that the golden bell, which seemed to be unstoppable, melted into a big hole in the blink of an eye.

The soul-devouring palm of Shen Suanzi pierced through the black hole and slapped Mo Lin hard on the chest.

With a muffled snort, Mo Lin's body was slapped out like a kite with a broken string, and slammed into the chess mountain behind him, blood gushed out of his mouth, and the hundred-foot-high chess mountain was smashed to pieces. The force of a collision is great.

The golden bell died halfway, looking at Mo Lin with a painful face, the fortune teller was overjoyed, the true energy in his body was poured into his right hand frantically, and he slapped Mo Lin's chest again.

With this palm, the divine operator used all his strength.

This is the second time in the millennium that he has fully used the soul-eating handprint.The first time was to deal with Hou Qing.

Mo Lin repeatedly humiliated the fortune teller, he hated Mo Lin to the extreme, and endured it until finally he found a chance to kill him, how could he let it go?

Mo Lin covered his chest with his hands, coughing up blood non-stop, the divine operator could clearly feel that his aura was rapidly decaying, even if this palm could not kill Mo Lin who had a god-level golden body, it would be enough to cripple his body. Xiuwei.

however.

Just when Shen Suanzi's handprint hit Mo Lin's chest, he lowered his head and coughed blood. The dying Mo Lin suddenly raised his head, and grabbed Shen Suanzi's wrist with his left hand. He felt his wrist was clamped by pliers. Can't advance half a point!

"you!"

The fortune teller was horrified.

He looked at the sarcasm and chill in Mo Lin's eyes, and felt that the originally extremely weak aura was crazily rising and becoming stronger. He immediately realized what happened, and couldn't help but change his face terribly.

"You're waiting for an opportunity, and I'm waiting too."

Mo Lin's body was still retreating violently, which was the result of the residual power of the divine operator's palm print. The cracked chess pieces behind him finally shattered, and countless broken stones were blown to pieces and flew all over the sky.

"The Soul Devouring Handprint needs to be close to show its true power, and the same is true for my Flying Slash."

Hou Qing would not have died if he hadn't been hit at close range. In order to succeed in close range, Shen Suanzi spent a lot of effort to buy Yingzhao.

"I get your palm, you get my knife, it's fair."

After Mo Lin's third sentence came out, his right hand was already holding the Dragon Tooth Knife. The scabbard was not out of the sheath, but the hot and dazzling light had already come out of the sheath.

A blinding knife light lit up in the sky, splitting the sky in two.

At the same time, the body of the divine operator was split open!
A shrill scream shook the surrounding space, and many Wuling disciples who fought on the ground were torn from their eardrums, bleeding from their seven orifices, and fell to the ground in pain.

The scream was so shocking that it could be heard for hundreds of miles, and the entire space was filled with the scream.

Everyone on the battlefield heard that the owner of the scream was the fortune teller, and both sides in the fierce battle stopped involuntarily and looked up at the sky.

midair.

Mo Lin held half of the magic fortune teller in his hand, like a God of War descending from the sky, a slowly falling black spot magnified rapidly in the eyes of everyone, and the expert with good eyesight saw the real body of the black spot clearly, and was shocked. It was half of the body of the fortune teller that had been split open!
Fortune teller, dead?

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The elders of Liuhezong were stunned when they saw this scene, but they all boiled after reacting.

The faces of the Wuling Sect disciples all changed drastically, and they looked at Mo Lin in mid-air in horror, their eyes were horrified, and some of them sat on the ground paralyzed in a daze.

The Divine Operator is a legend of the Wuling Sect. To the Wuling Sect disciples, it is a god-like existence, but it was...killed by Mo Lin!
Mo Lin looked at the body of the fortune teller in his hand, and frowned, but there was no joy on his face.

Because the moment the dragon tooth knife cut into Shen Suanzi's body, he realized something was wrong, and the scream strengthened his guess.

The half of the body in the hand did not bleed!

This is just a puppet clone!
And that scream didn't come from the streamer that just flew out of the corpse like the golden body of a Nascent Soul, but from... the Soul Hunting Banner!

"Molin, are you disappointed?"

The voice of the fortune teller came out from the hunting banner, resounding throughout the world.

"Are you proud of your knife just now? Thinking that you finally succeeded in your scheme and destroyed my body?"

Everyone on the battlefield stopped breathing. Looking at the hunting soul flag, everyone felt that their brains were a little overwhelmed.

"But what you don't know is that my physical Nascent Soul has long been integrated with these six life and death disks. What you destroyed is just one of my avatars."

The speculation was verified, the situation on the battlefield was reversed, and the disciples of the Wu Ling Cult suddenly became excited.

The god in their minds is not dead, so it turns out that the one who has been fighting Mo Lin for half a day is just a clone of the fortune teller!
"I said that from the moment you enter the chess game, your fate is already doomed, because in this game of life and death, I am immortal. In today's battle, you provided me with 20 spirits. As long as you absorb Without them, my power will be completely awakened, and at that time, I will have the ability to open up the world and become the creator of this world, Mo Lin, do you really think you have won?"

(End of this chapter)