Eternal Sacred King

"Brother Lin?"

Many monks in Qiankun Academy frowned when they saw this person.

This Lin Xuanji worshipped Elder Xuan as his teacher and rarely showed up in the Qiankun Academy. He was extremely mysterious. He did not expect to stand up at the critical moment of the Academy!

After all, it takes enough courage and courage to stand up under the pressure of the King of Heavenly Punishment.

What's more, this brother Lin dared to ridicule, which was obviously a mortal heart!

This brother Lin doesn't walk with many college disciples on weekdays. It seems cold, but in times of crisis, he can stand up, which is really admirable.

"Another one to die."

Tian Xing Wang said blankly.

"Brother Lin."

Yang Ruoxu said solemnly: "You take the others and leave first, don't worry about me!"

Seeing Lin Xuanji transmitted through space, he guessed that Lin Xuanji was mostly a strong immortal king, and might be able to save some academy disciples.

"I called someone to come, why are you leaving?"

Lin Xuanji rolled his eyes, pointed at the King of Xing Xing standing in the air in front of him, curled his lips and said: "Just this kind of stuff, let's kill it casually."

"What kind of shit, the King of Punishment, he was installed with our Qiankun Academy, and he will be killed immediately!"

Many disciples in the college looked at Lin Xuanji, who was making gestures and splashing his mouth, all of them were dumbfounded.

Everyone in the academy even suspected that Brother Lin had a problem with his brain...

"Hahaha!"

There was a burst of laughter around.

Watching the monk watching Lin Xuanji was more like watching a joke.

The King of Xing Xing sighed softly and said, "I originally wanted to give other people a chance, but now it seems unnecessary."

"Look at your silly look!"

Lin Xuanji pointed at the King of Heavenly Punishment, and laughed on his back, "You are all going to die from the Great Immortal Kingdom, and you are still arrogant with me here!"

boom!

As soon as the voice fell, Xu was to confirm Lin Xuanji's words, there was a loud noise in the direction of the Dajin Palace!

A blazing and dazzling thunder fell from the sky and smashed into the Dajin Palace.

If the strong immortal king watched attentively, he could observe that amidst that thunder, it was actually a long spear, surrounded by lightning arcs!

"Frightening evil spear!"

The king of Xing Xing's face changed, frowning and said: "The wind is left!"

Above the Dajin Palace, overcast clouds and thunder were rolling, and a blazing sea of ​​thunder had formed around it, and it seemed to engulf the entire Dajin Palace!

In fact, for this day, King Jin and King Tianxing had long anticipated.

The two had already known the Immortal Emperor Shenxiao, and if the wind could strike, they hoped that Shenxiao Palace could come forward to resolve the disaster.

It's just that there is nothing moving in the Shenxiao Palace.

As long as the Emperor Huangwu didn't come, it was just the Tianhuangzong led by Feng Cantian, there was nothing to be afraid of, and the King of Heavenly Punishment was not worried.

In Dajin Palace, in addition to King Jin, there are nearly a hundred immortal king powerhouses!

It is not so easy to break the Dajin Palace!

"Is this the person you called?"

In the face of such a change, the King of Xing Xing still had a composure, condescending, staring at the people in Qiankun Academy, and slowly said: "Before the winner is over there, I will kill you!"

"With me, you can't kill anyone."

A voice suddenly sounded.

Hearing this voice, Yang Ruoxu, Fairy Chihong, Xie Qingcheng, and Mo Qing of Qiankun Academy were all shocked, and their eyes revealed incredible colors.

Even the butterfly on Mo Qing's shoulder flew in excitement, and said repeatedly in Mo Qing's ear: "It's him, he's back!"

The void where Lin Xuanji walked out was never closed.

Just now, everyone's attention and gaze were attracted by the movement of the Dajin Palace. Without paying attention, more and more people came out of the crack in that space.

And the person who had just spoken was standing in the forefront of the crowd, with black shirts and black hair, with clear-cut eyes, just like a weak scholar.

But in the hands of this scholar, he carried a **** head, adding blood!

A group of monks in Qiankun Academy slowly turned their heads and followed the prestige. Seeing this person, they couldn't help but subconsciously open their mouths slightly and froze on the spot.

"Junior Brother Su!"

Yang Ruoxu was the first to react, and he was overjoyed, and couldn't help shouting with excitement.

Fairy Chihong also beckoned constantly, smiling.

Xie Qingcheng was excited, and originally wanted to open his mouth to say something, but then he seemed to think of something, his expression darkened, and he fell silent.

Mo Qing looked at the familiar and unfamiliar figure, his eyes were reddish, and his mouth was still pursed.

Since she painted Huang Wu's true face, she has guessed the identity of Su Zimo.

Later, in the Great Wilderness World War, the Three Thousand Worlds were shocked, and she knew that Su Zimo was not really dead.

After that, I heard that Emperor Huang Wu and Emperor Blood Butterfly came out together to quell the voodoo disaster and put down the two battles between Dragon and Phoenix and Kunpeng. Everywhere they go, there must be amazing deeds...

She only knew that Su Zimo already had a Taoist companion.

Still the **** butterfly demon emperor who astounded ancient and modern times and scorned all races!

She had never seen the blood butterfly demon emperor.

But listening to some rumors outside, coupled with Bingdie’s recount, she often thought that perhaps only the Blood Butterfly Demon Emperor was worthy of the Emperor Huangwu.

She understood that between herself and Emperor Huang Wu, it was impossible.

Over the years, she could only bury the slightly young sentiment in her heart, deeper and deeper.

I hope that one day, I can put it down completely.

She will not be sad and frustrated.

This kind of deeply buried emotion, no one knows, she occasionally recalled it, and she would also feel a kind of goodness.

However, when she thought that Junior Brother Su was the Huang Wu Emperor, and she asked Junior Brother Su to hand over a painting to Huang Wu, she would inevitably feel a trace of irritation and blush on her face.

"Su Zimo is back!"

"He entered the emperor's grave, but he didn't die!"

"I heard that he has the body of Qinglian, so he still dares to show up, and he is not afraid of competing for the power?"

After a brief silence, there was a huge noise in the crowd.

"Su Zimo?"

The Heavenly Xing King's divine consciousness swept away, and there was a touch of surprise in his eyes, and then nodded, and said: "No wonder you dare to confront me, I have already cultivated to the sky of the cave."

When this sentence was said, it caused an uproar in the crowd!

Ten thousand years ago, Su Zimo was just an immortal, competing in the battle for the rankings.

Now, Su Zimo has stepped into the cave and became a peerless fairy king!

"Dong Tian Dacheng, ha ha."

Tian Xing Wang laughed suddenly, without warning, suddenly shot, and said coldly: "Give—me—death!"

The word "death" has not yet fallen, and the bloody, chilly torture knife has been cut down, and it will soon come!

In an instant, endless blood appeared in the air, as if countless creatures were struggling to survive under the brutal torture, uttering screams of sorrow.

The King of Xing Xing has released the Dzogchen Caverns, cooperated with the Xing Slaughter Knife, and unreservedly shot, bursting out the ultimate killing!

Su Zimo always stood still, motionless, as if not reacting.

Until the torture knife was about to touch his scalp, he still held the blood-stained head in one hand, raised the other hand, and directly grabbed the torture knife in his palm!

The blade light and **** water disappeared in an instant!

hiss!

Everyone was horrified.

With his flesh and blood, Su Zimo can grab the King of Xing Xing's torture knife with one hand, without moving!

"After so many years, you haven't made any progress, so it's not as good as the one in my hand."

Su Zimo raised the blood-stained head in his hands, shook his head slightly, and smiled lightly.

Then there was a snap!

The torture knife was broken.