Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 453: Cut Off Tianjiao Again

The war is not over.

At the same time that Su Zimo hit Feijue monk, he was still holding Jinghong sword in his left palm and wrestling with Hangzhou Qiuyu.

Only four Tianjiao siege together!

Piaoxue Ling Ling Ye burst out of mystery.

Zunchen Zongchen Yizi sacrificed a flying sword far away, and was afraid to come forward.

Fanruo Temple came to the point, came to the front, and turned into a ghost image with both hands, and exhibited the unique skill of Prajna Temple, Prajna Palm!

Prajna Palm has the power to fight cattle across the mountains.

One palm fell on the body without any scars on the surface, but the five internal organs would be shattered by one palm.

Even if you are a Buddhist monk who practiced the Sutra of the Diamond Sutra, you would not dare to resist it.

The palm wind is like a knife, and the palm shadow is messy, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"go with!"

The descendants of Wuxiang Temple sacrificed a copper bowl from the storage bag to inject spiritual power.

The bronze bowl of urn glowed with tens of thousands of golden lights, sacred and immaculate. The mouth of the bowl was down, and the glorious waterfall-like brilliance hung down, and he threw it towards Su Zimo's head, saying something in his mouth.

Four Tianjiao shot at the same time, and Su Zimo only had his right hand empty!

Zunchen Zongchen Yizi's flying sword was first stabbed. Su Zimo thought about it, but he just pulled out his right hand and caught the flying sword in his palm!

"Icebound!"

The sound was like ice, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

From head to toe, Su Zimo's body began to freeze, and even the crimson enchantment surrounding it began to be covered with frost.

Frozen Spirit, Frozen Blood!

At the same time, the copper bowl came to Su Zimo's head, slowly descending, exuding terrifying coercion, and wanted to suppress it within the copper bowl!

The predecessor of Pranuo Temple came forward and released a heavy palm shadow.

Su Zimo held Jing Hongjian in his left hand, and Chen Yizi's flying sword in his right hand.

Coupled with the mystery of the drifting snow valley, the Wumen Temple ’s Buddhist ancestor copper bowl came down, and many forces erupted at the same time, limiting it to its place firmly and unable to move.

Bang Bang Bang!

More than ten consecutive palms, all fell on Su Zimo!

Every time the palm fell, Su Zimo's figure would tremble, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the spirit of Tianjiao was shocked.

At the end of the war, this descendant of Shenhuang Island was finally injured!

Immediately afterwards, Hang Qiuyu and others found that, even so, this person still stood upright, with a straight backbone, and the chill in his eyes became more and more prosperous!

"Isn't this dead?"

After being passed down from the Prajna Temple, he finally realized the fear in the hearts of monks such as Jieyu.

More than a dozen Prajna palms, this person was born to bear!

In other people's hands, after receiving more than ten palms, the five internal organs and six concubines had been shocked and stricken, but this person is just like nothing, and the eyes are fierce!

Among the exercises, even the most advanced exercises of the human race can only be practiced until the marrow is exchanged, and it is difficult to practice to the five internal organs.

But in the Great Wild Demon King's Secret, there is a special dirty dirty article!

Su Zimo's viscera is also stronger than many pure blood beasts.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have such amazing physical strength.

Su Zimo endured more than ten regal palms, but his viscera was shaken and did not hurt the foundation.

"Suppress me!"

Wuxiang Temple passed a loud drink, fingers staggered, changing magic tricks, excited. Shoot a beam of aura, submerged into the copper bowl.

The copper bowl swelled quickly and kept falling.

Hang Qiuyu had no choice but to let go and give up Jinghong sword.

In a blink of an eye, the copper bowl emitting a thousand rays of light, put Su Zimo in it and buckle it to the ground!

ended?

Seeing this, even the dozen or so sealers who came here gradually slowed down.

"Amitabha."

The person from Wuxiang Temple whispered a Buddhist horn, and walked towards the huge copper bowl that was one person tall, and said in a deep voice: "All friends, rest assured, if you enter the copper bowl of the little monk, as long as a piece of incense is used, it will be a pure blood. , But also turn into pus, and disappear! "

You Tianjiao breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a hint of sorrow in the spirit.

The descendants of Wuxiang Temple came to the copper bowl with lowered eyebrows and solemn treasures. There were words in the mouth, and the copper bowl's light became more and more brilliant.

Suddenly, the metamorphosis suddenly abruptly!

boom!

There was a loud noise in the copper bowl.

Hang Qiuyu and others changed their expressions, their eyes turned, and they fell on the huge copper bowl in front of them, their pupils contracted!

On the side wall of the copper bowl, a clear big bag was raised to reveal the shape of the fist print!

What a terrifying power this can make a Buddha's magical artifact?

The golden light in the copper bowl faded a little.

Bang Bang!

A series of sounds erupted without waiting for everyone's response. The rain was so dense that there were raised fist marks on the copper bowl, in all directions.

A short pause.

Within the copper bowl, an extremely dangerous breath was emitted!

"Rewind!"

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple roared.

boom!

There was a deafening noise, and the ground shook!

The huge copper bowl in front of him exploded and burst into pieces, splashing in all directions, and the waves were rolling.

A tall and majestic figure was once again exposed to the sight of everyone, with enchanting eyes, evil eyes, flashing faint light, imposing!

The first person to suffer was the closest descendant of Wuxiang Temple, who was struck by this force, and his body was instantly smashed into a sieve by the debris of the copper bowl, and fell on the spot!

Su Zimo backhanded Jinghong sword in the palm of his hand, threw it out with his backhand, the speed broke through the limit, and he was stabbed in front of Piaoxuegu Ling.

"Ning!"

Ling Yan's expression changed greatly, and a frosty spirit mirror condensed in front of him, exuding a chill of bones.

boom!

Jing Hongjian hit the Frost Spirit Mirror heavily.

After a short pause, cracks appeared on the spirit mirror, and instantly spread across the mirror surface, densely packed and bursting.

Ling Yan fell on his back, coughing blood constantly in his mouth.

Although it is only a simple sword, it contains the terror power after Su Zimo's demonization, and directly hits Ling Ling seriously.

boom!

Su Zimo flipped his palms, and the killing cracks in the Secret of the Desolation King broke out, and they collided with the Prajna Palms passed down from the Prajna Temple.

The eyes of Panruo Temple were glaring, and the eyes were full of panic.

He felt a horrible tearing force, surging over, almost tearing the vast earth into a gap!

Stab it!

Blood mist gushing.

The flesh and blood on the arm of Pranuo Temple was torn apart, the bones were broken, and the whole person flew out.

In an instant, one Tianjiao died, and two Tianjiao exited sadly.

Su Zimo's eyes turned and fell on Zunchen Zongchen Yizi, throwing the flying sword in his hand.

The long sword broke through, and it was just around the corner.

How could Chen Yizi dare to make a hard connection and move his steps, he would flash to the side.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yizi's eyes flashed, a tall figure had rushed forward, exuding endless killing power, terrifying momentum!

One sword at a time, almost at the same time, regardless of before and after!

"So fast!"

Chen Yizi's eyes jumped wildly.

boom!

Su Zimo came to Chen Yizi, stepped out of the plough, and stepped heavily on the ground.

Chen Yizi's feet were soft and his body was half a minute slower.

Long sword came out through the body.

Chen Yizi's eyes dimmed, and a blood arrow shot from his chest, and his vitality was cut off!

Mixed Yuanzong Tianjiao, meteorite!

(End of this chapter)