Eternal Sacred King

"The wind is left!"

King Jin endured the severe pain in his body with a grim expression, gritted his teeth and said: "Even if you kill me, you guys won't be able to do anything!"

"With the immortal emperor Shenxiao, you will never tolerate your breaking the rules of the heavens!"

It seems that King Jin is only struggling before his death, but in fact, his words have sinister intentions.

It's nothing more than trying to lead the wind to the Shenxiao Palace and confront the Shenxiao Immortal Emperor!

At this time, there are not only the Immortal Emperor Shenxiao, but also the Immortal Emperor Jiuxiao!

As long as Feng Cantian dares to set foot there, he will undoubtedly die!

This is King Jin's final counterattack.

"If we can get things done, you have no chance to see."

Feng Cantian sneered and said: "The last scene you saw in this life was the destruction of the Great Jin Immortal Kingdom!"

boom!

Feng Cantian threw the evil spirit spear in his hand, turned it into a flash of light, and pierced King Jin's head, bursting instantly, and blood was filled!

King Jin, fall!

There are various forces in the Immortal Realm of Gods Clouds, countless monks, densely gathered together, but they are extremely quiet.

Some monks who belonged to the King City of Dajin had already scattered and fled.

As Feng Cantian said, the Great Jin Dynasty is over!

Compared to the fate of King of Xing, King Jin is not much better.

King Jin never regarded the monks of the lower realms as human beings.

Before he died, his limbs were cut off by a dozen Raksha Kings, and he rolled in midair like a plaything, losing all his dignity.

It looked like a dead dog, stained with blood, and was randomly dumped on the long street.

Just as he had treated so many creatures in the lower realm.

It's like a kind of reincarnation.

King Yun You watched all this happen, and the fear in his heart grew deeper and deeper.

The King of Xing Qing is dead.

King Jin is also dead.

But he is still alive!

Up to this moment, Su Zimo had not killed him.

He didn't even know what way Su Zimo would treat him!

Is it more terrible than the torture of the King of Xing Xing?

Is he going to die more miserably than King Jin, without dignity?

Once this kind of thought arises, it cannot be curbed.

And every breath is a huge torture for King Yun You!

As long as Su Zimo doesn't kill him, he will live in an unknown fear all the time, trembling and lingering!

Sudden!

King Yun You looked at the group of ugly Raksha ghosts, and a flash of light flashed in his mind.

He hasn't survived, but Su Zimo also don't think about it!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

King Yun You suddenly laughed and said, "Su Zimo, the Rakshasa is sinfully broken, and the group of Rakshasa ghosts have disappeared. It turns out that it is with you!"

"You take the Raksha sin spirit without authorization, just wait to accept the punishment from Fengtian Realm!"

When the originally quiet crowd heard these words, they instantly exploded and burst into waves.

Back then, a chase order was issued by the heavenly order, which spread to the three thousand realms, and many monks knew it.

But until now, the Three Thousand Realms have not found traces of the sin spirit of Rakshasa.

Unexpectedly, a dozen of them were found beside Su Zimo and others!

Although many monks would not naively think that smashing the sinland of Raksha had anything to do with the group of Su Zimo.

However, there are more than a dozen Rakshasa kings around, and this matter is also difficult to explain. Once it reaches the Fengtian realm, it will be enough to bring disaster to these lower realms!

King Yun You laughed and said, "There are countless monks gathered here. Even if you kill me now, you can't help it! Su Zimo, you are done!"

Su Zimo's expression was indifferent and did not interrupt King Yun You.

Even under the observation of everyone, Su Zimo seemed to not care about the threat of King Yunyou at all, as if he hadn't heard of it.

Su Zimo came to the people of the academy, looked at Yang Ruoxu, Fairy Chihong and others, smiled slightly, and said, "Everyone, don't be unharmed."

"Master Su..."

Yang Ruoxu just spoke, and then shook his head and smiled: "No, you can't be called Junior Brother Su now. You are now the Immortal King, and you are not qualified to call you brothers and sisters."

"Brother Yang is now the master of the academy, I can't match it."

Su Zimo also responded with a smile.

Between the two people, naturally it is not a simple friendship.

In the academy that year, Yang Ruoxu was under tremendous pressure, and he appeared to help Su Zimo many times.

Su Zimo also went to the Hell of Abi, brought Wuyou Guo back, and saved Yang Ruoxu's life.

Fairy Chi Hong smiled and said: "Senior Brother Su, you are so amazing now, I almost can't recognize it. I think we were still participating in the Xianzong election together, but now..."

More than ten thousand years have passed, and the gap between the two is getting bigger and bigger.

Su Zimo's gaze fell on Mo Qing's picturesque face, and he met those clear and watery eyes, and suddenly there was a diffidence.

In all fairness, Senior Sister Mo Qing helped him a lot during the time in the academy.

Senior Sister Mo Qing didn't like fighting and fighting, and she rarely left the cave.

But that time, because of a word from him, he decided to come forward in person, drive the Huafang, and drive him to Cangyun Mountain to rescue Feng Ziyi.

He even killed a true spirit of the Great Jin Immortal Kingdom!

Of course, Su Zimo also knew that Senior Sister Mo Qing was mostly due to his familiarity with Huang Wu.

But Su Zimo's guilty conscience is also at this point.

Because he is Aramu...

Last time, Senior Sister Mo Qing asked him to transfer a painting to Huang Wu, and it is still in the corner of his storage bag.

Moreover, Su Zimo always felt that after returning home this time, Senior Sister Mo Qing looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.

Su Zimo nodded with a smile, then averted his gaze, not planning to greet Mo Qing.

"Junior Brother Su..."

Mo Qing suddenly spoke, walked forward, took out a picture scroll from his storage bag, and handed it over.

Su Zimo looked at the picture scroll handed over, coughed lightly, and asked, "Let me pass it on..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Qing shook his head and said, "This is for you."

"Oh…"

When everyone in the academy saw this scene, there was a weird noise in their mouths, and they looked at the two with a roar.

"Hah!"

Lin Xuanji couldn't help but jumped out and complained: "I begged several times, but Daoist Mo Qing didn't give me a painting!"

Afterwards, Lin Xuanji stared at Mo Qing with an angry face, and asked, "And, didn't you tell me that your paintings are never given away?"

Mo Qing bowed his head in silence.

Of course this was just an excuse she made.

Everyone present could also see it.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xuanji touched his chin, rolled his eyes, and muttered: "I understand! Su Zimo, he is not a human!"

After speaking, Lin Xuanji ran away, causing a burst of laughter.

Su Zimo also laughed blankly.

They have experienced too much together these days, and only they can run each other and make fun of each other like this, and there will be no grudges.

Su Zimo looked at Mo Qing and was a little surprised. I don't know why Mo Qing would give him a painting.

He also didn't know what was painted in this picture scroll.

Su Zimo was about to open the picture scroll, but Mo Qing suddenly stretched out his palm to hold it down, shook his head slightly, and said with a faint smile, "Don't watch it now, wait until you are free to watch it."