Eternal Sacred King

Ancestral Fire Holy Land.

Uncle Feng was also paying attention to the final battle of this Tianzun event. When he saw Fu Cangtian falling under Su Zimo's sword, he couldn't help frowning!

A saint is dead!

Although Fu Cangtian is only in the realm of enlightenment, there are not many saints in the major holy places, which can be said to be rare.

After all, the conditions for becoming a saint are too harsh, and you need blood to return to your ancestors to be eligible.

Any Saint Race is the most precious talent to the major Holy Lands.

If a Dao Venerable dies, perhaps the major holy places will not have much response.

But if a holy clan dies, the major holy places will never let it go!

Uncle Feng really didn't expect that under the siege of the five holy clans, Su Zimo, who had attained a small level of enlightenment, would be able to kill another person!

"After this battle, invite him to join the Ancestral Fire Holy Land."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Feng Bo's mind.

After a second thought, Feng Bo guessed the intention of the speaker.

If this child joins the Ancestral Fire Holy Land and has the protection of the master, other holy places will naturally not be able to invite teachers to ask guilt.

After all, this is the battle of Tianzun, and it is a battle of the same rank, and it can only be blamed that Fu Cangtian's skills are not as good as others.

Uncle Feng said: "This person has a special identity. If he is taken in, I am afraid it will bring more trouble to the master. In the Ancestral Fire Holy Land, I am afraid it is not easy to explain."

"You don't have to worry about it."

The voice sounded again, no doubt.

The master is determined to protect him.

Uncle Feng sighed in his heart, pondered a little, and then asked: "I have contacted this person, he is very assertive, and he may not be willing to join the Ancestral Fire Holy Land, if he is unwilling?"

The voice was silent for a moment, and then said lightly: "Then let him go."

At this moment, Uncle Feng felt something in his heart, and quickly turned his head to look at the Vermillion Bird Altar, his face changed, his lips trembled, and he murmured, "Another one to die..."

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"what!"

On the Suzaku altar, the remaining four holy clans were shocked when they saw Fu Cangtian's body falling, and they were shocked!

As a Kunpeng clan, Fu Cangtian's bloodline returned to his ancestors, and his vitality was so strong and powerful that even if they fought against him, they would not be able to kill him with a single sword.

And just now, Fu Cangtian only suffered a little sword injury and died!

This scene really scared the four saints!

it's that sword...

The eyes of the four saints fell on the Nether Sword, and deep fear passed through their eyes.

Xie Lin could have avoided the sharp edge of Abi Sword, but because Fu Cangtian died, he was slightly absent-minded and moved slightly slower.

Swish!

Taiyi Fuchen came silently, and the three thousand dust silk seemed to have spirituality, wrapped around Xie Lin's waist and bound his limbs.

When Xie Lin reacted, he found himself unable to move!

boom!

Xie Lin was shocked and burst out with all his strength to break free from Taiyi Fuchen.

But after such a delay, the Abi sword had already been cut down, and Xie Lin only had time to tilt his head to avoid the key point.

He can only hope that his own body can hold the edge of Abi Sword.

when!

The A-Bi Sword fell on Xie Lin's shoulder, sparks flying everywhere.

puff!

Just a little bit of hindrance, Abijian broke Xie Lin's golden body, cut it down, and cut his small body in half!

Blood spurted out, dyeing the Suzaku altar red!

If it is replaced by the Nether Sword, it is still unknown whether it can break Xie Lin's golden body.

But Abijian is the first in sharpness.

Now that Su Zimo has decided to start killing, holding two swords, he naturally wants to exert the power of the two swords of Abi and Netherworld to the extreme!

The murderous aura in the Nether Sword, ignoring the huge vitality in Fu Cangtian's body, directly annihilates the primordial spirit.

The sharpness of Abijian ignored Xie Lin's golden body defense and cut him in half!

In the body of Abi's sword, there was a lot of inferno, directly dragging Xie Lin's primordial spirit into Abi's great hell, completely suppressing it!

Xie Lin's Primordial Spirit couldn't last long, and he died!

The five saints, one more person!

This fight is slow to say, in fact, between the light and the flint, life and death have been divided!

And Su Zimo beheaded Fu Cangtian and Xie Lin one after another, and he has released all means, and can no longer fight against the offensive of the other three holy clans.

There are only nine days left, and it turns into a piece of yellow sand to protect the whole body.

puff!

The fire stepped forward and directly bit off a head of Su Zimo!

Qingyan's dragon scale sword pierced through the void and cut off Su Zimo's arms!

And Zhu Liang's Suzaku spear pierced Su Zimo's chest, and the whole person flew into the air and fell heavily to the ground!

Many monks in the Ancestral Fire Holy Land watched this scene and forgot to breathe.

Too tragic!

The two saints fell, and the state of Su Zimo's two heads and four arms was also broken, and a blood hole the size of a bowl was stabbed in his chest, which was shocking!

"After being hit so hard, this person's blood has declined, and I am afraid that he is unable to fight again."

"Even so, it is enough to be arrogant enough to fight the two great saints, what kind of combat power is this!"

"Why didn't he use the Vermillion Bird Order to escape from the battlefield?"

"You didn't see it, when the fire was close, he snatched the Vermilion Bird Ling from his waist, which has cut off his retreat!"

On the Suzaku Altar.

Zhu Liang, Qingyan, and Agni have recovered from the shock just now and quickly regained their composure.

For them, the death of Fu Cangtian and Xie Lin is not necessarily a bad thing.

At least, next they are missing two of their biggest competitors.

In the end, there is a greater chance of obtaining the fortune-telling green lotus and the karmic red lotus!

The girl watching the battle was pale and was hesitating whether to go forward, but she saw that Su Zimo had already stood up from the Suzaku altar, covered in blood, her black hair dancing wildly, her eyes more profound, and her fighting intent was unabated.

The blood hole in the chest is growing frantically, repairing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Although Qi and blood have weakened, it is far from the point of losing combat power.

The vitality of the fortune-telling Qinglian is even better than that of Kunpeng, whose bloodline has returned to his ancestors!

In the red lotus of fusion karma, this fleshly body became stronger.

The three Zhu Liang looked solemn.

The three realized that they would never give Su Zimo a chance to breathe. The self-healing power of this person's body was far beyond their imagination!

call!

The three holy clans coincided, and a Primordial Spirit Dao Seal erupted.

Su Zimo didn't fight back. The battle just now took a huge toll on his Primordial Spirit.

His primordial spirit sat on the lotus platform of good fortune in the sea of ​​​​knowledge, and the petals bloomed, protecting the primordial spirit in it, and the lotus cave spewed out blue rays of light.

Sanji Yuanshen Dao seal broke through the sea of ​​consciousness, transformed into a vermilion bird, a green dragon, and a scorpion rushed towards his Yuanshen.

Primordial spirits fight for the front, silently.

The monsters transformed into Sanji Yuanshen Daoyin kept pounding the barrier formed by the lotus platform of good fortune, but they could not be attacked for a long time.

At the same time, the three holy clans shot again to cover up.

hum!

Su Zimo's hands trembled, Abi and Nether Sword trembled slightly, bursting out with a breathtaking sound of sword cries!

The three holy clans have just seen the power of the two swords of Abi and Netherworld.

At this moment, Su Zimo held two swords and shot again!