Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 1429 Affection Between Master And Apprentice

"Sorry, I'm late."

Su Zimo felt guilty.

Ming Zhen shook his head and raised his withered palms, as if trying to wipe the tears off Su Zimo's face.

But just halfway up, Mingzhen lost his strength and his arms dropped down weakly.

Seeing this scene, Su Zimo felt a pain in his heart.

He could clearly feel that the breath of life in Mingzhen was already extremely weak.

If he were later, I'm afraid he really can't survive it!

"Master, his old man has gone."

Su Zimo was a little silent, but he still spoke up.

"I know."

Mingzhen nodded.

Su Zimo froze slightly, confused.

Mingzheng said: "I was trapped here, but I felt something."

With that said, Mingzhen paused, pointed to his chest, and said, "It hurts a little here. At that time, I knew that it was Master who left."

The blood of a loved one has passed away, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can get some induction.

Mingzheng's voice is calm, but under the calm voice, it suppresses great sadness!

"Master walked calmly without pain."

Su Zimo said gently, "Before his old man left, he also told me to let me visit you in Nanyu."

When the old monk Yuan Su said this to Su Zimo, he didn't think much.

Now that I want to come, the old monk who was sad before leaving, telling him this sentence, I must have foreseen something!

However, the old monk of Yuanbei has reached the limit and he can't do anything.

Mingzhen bowed slightly.

This little monk with the heart of a child, even in hell, has not been a little timid, withdrawn a bit!

Trapped in this place for ten years, it almost fell, and his mind was not shaken. He could still maintain his original heart and smile.

But at this moment, when he heard the news of Yuan Bei's old monk, Mingzhen bowed his head, pouting, silently, silently, but shed tears on his coat.

Even though she really tried to restrain her grief, she still couldn't control it.

"Farewell to Longgu is a farewell."

After a while, Mingzhen said softly, his voice trembling slightly.

Mingzhen is different from Su Zimo.

Since they were sent to the ancient battlefield, Su Zimo has been chased down by various sectarian forces over the years, and has also returned to Funeral Dragon Valley to take refuge.

But Mingzheng never got a chance to come back.

There is always regret in life.

And some regrets, once missed, it is difficult to make up for life.

Mingzhen had long felt the fall of the old monk and was trapped here. In these years, the pain and torture he endured was greater than Su Zimo imagined!

After a long time, Mingzhen said, "I felt that Master was leaving, and I was here to chant the" Tiku Bodhisattva Bodhisattva Scriptures "," Amitabha Sutra ", and" Cursor of Life "for the Master, hoping that the Master can rejoice in life and no more pain. "

Su Zimo was about to say comfort, but suddenly he felt something and his look changed!

Under his gaze, the inner wall of this blood-colored gourd, like the stomach of a human race, wriggled and exuded layers of blood!

The blood was so wicked that he rushed towards Su Zimo.

Su Zimo responded extremely quickly, waving his robe sleeves, rolling up the Ming beside him, leaping up, and came into the air.

But in this blood, there is limited space.

Su Zimo kept rising with the truth, and in an instant, he had already reached the top of the blood gourd.

The calabash mouth was occluded and had been blocked by Teng Lingzi.

The blood underneath is rising rapidly, and they will be drowned soon.

Su Zimo's condition is okay, but Mingzhen's body is close to collapse, and then his mind is volatile again, and he may not be able to resist the impact of this **** water!

Su Zimo opened his eyes to the sea, and the blue light flashed.

The good fortune comes down!

Su Zimo held the good fortune of Qinglian, spurred blood, and heard the sound of sea tides, running mana, and smashed it hard towards the mouth of the gourd!

boom!

A loud noise!

The fortune lotus slammed heavily on the gourd's mouth, and there was a huge anti-shock force.

Su Zimo's arms were a little numb, but the gourd mouth remained motionless!

boom! boom! boom!

Su Zimo held the Good fortune Lotus Terrace and fell down continuously, bursting into a loud noise!

The whole blood gourd is shaking again and again, but the mouth of the gourd is still no sign of looseness!

The blood underneath has spread.

"Brother, you take this blue light down."

At this moment, Mingzhen said: "I can support here for ten years, on the one hand, because of the heritage of the Jizo Bodhisattva; on the other hand, I have this green light shelter."

Normally, not to mention the prince of Dao, even the semi-ancestors can't carry the refining of Teng Lingzi!

This green light can support Mingzhen to this day, its power is evident!

Su Zimo's eyes swept away. In this closed and dirty environment, the flame on this green lamp, although faint and small, was still burning, emitting a shimmer!

It is this shimmer that blocks most of the power of the Blood Gourd!

"Clearly, that doesn't have to be the case."

Su Zimo looked cold and slowly said, "I really don't believe that such filthy blood gourds can still devour the heavenly and beautiful green lotus!"

"If you want to devour the created Qinglian, I will let him swallow!"

Su Zimo urged his blood to the limit. His shape seemed to have disappeared. In the tumbling blood, a green lotus was growing up!

This green lotus is immaculate, like a treasure in the heavens and the earth.

The buds on the green lotus quietly bloom!

Seven circles of petals, one circle at a time, bloomed, giving out a thousand glows, and glorious!

The huge cyan lotus platform holds Mingzheng, sixty-three lotus holes burst out a ray of nourishment, nourishing the flesh and blood gods!

The blood is raging, but you can't approach this strain of green lotus at all!

call!

Qinglian Qinglian swayed slightly, her body skyrocketed, as if to break through the heavens and earth, carrying an irresistible power, soaring into the sky!

Six Star Mountains.

The **** vines have many powers, and they have just recaptured the Nandou sent all of them. They are directing their men to clean up the battlefield.

After all, this battle is over.

But the fire burned Liuxingshan beyond recognition.

In addition to the six main peaks, they remain intact, and the rest is scorched.

The blood rattan tribe also suffered heavy losses.

Liuxing Mountain is home to more than 10,000 Bloodvine people, a fire that has damaged most of them!

Prior to this, the Bloodvine family had completely regarded this place as their territory, and even some low-level bloodvines began to transplant here.

Unexpectedly, this fire has burned all these low-level blood vines to ashes!

Teng Lingzi descended on the Seven Killing Peak, just urged the blood, while refining the blood gourd, while walking towards his retreat.

suddenly!

The blood gourd in his palm shook.

Teng Lingzi chuckled, looking mocking, and said, "Into my blood, I still want to come out?"

Not long after.

Blood gourd shakes again and again.

But to no avail, Teng Lingzi just held it gently, and the blood gourd could not fall!

"Struggle. When you are tired, you will give up."

Teng Lingzi smiled slightly.

suddenly!

Teng Lingzi seemed to sense something, his eyes widened and his smile stiffened on his face!

(End of this chapter)