The Lord who use immortals as food

The almost fatal suffocation clenched Sima's heart in an instant. Regardless of the situation, panic was the instinct that burst out from the deepest part.

The veins on the arm holding the sword popped out. Without any thought of "temporarily controlling it", the craziest power burst out from the sword desperately, passing straight through the white clothes, and with a violent wind and rain, the sword penetrated the young man's left chest. .

Lifting up the blocking claws had no effect. The heart and lungs were vaporized in an instant. The next moment, the boy's entire chest, organs, bones, and flesh, as well as the entire shoulders and arms, were all crushed into pieces. Among the exploding flesh and blood, Pei's liquid was lifted away. Flying into a tattered corpse.

Sima passed through the blood mist without any hesitation. With one strike of his sword, the wind stopped and the rain ceased. The majesty of Ye Que pressed down on him like a mountain, but another kind of miracle had already begun to show its shape.

——The blood and minced meat flying in the wind and rain seemed to have completed a transformation. The blood was dyed into a magnificent crystal blue, and the bones and flesh solidified into pitch-black scales. So the red and white stained on Sima Qingyi turned into the sharpest daggers in an instant!

Sima had absolutely no experience facing such an attack in his life.

The sharp edge broke through the flesh, and Sima mobilized Zhenxuan at the fastest speed, flowing all over his body in an instant, restraining and pulling out all the blades that penetrated the flesh. But the next moment, those wounds began to be stained with a hard blue color.

Sima's pupils shrank suddenly, and he decisively cut off pieces of flesh and blood from his body. Then, before they fell to the ground, they turned into completely homogeneous scales.

This is the first birthright of authority—immortality of flesh and blood.

Sima still resolutely handed out the sword in his hand.

But the half-broken body in front of him had all turned into a dark and ferocious appearance.

So another miracle was easily accomplished.

Ten full-fledged Pei Ye would undoubtedly die in front of this sword, but the dragon body in front of him passed through an unbelievable gap, only at the cost of a half-broken waist. He hit Ye Que's sword, which was about to drown him.

This is clearly just a six-life body. Even though it is now more powerful and ferocious, it has definitely not crossed the threshold of Xuanmen, but the insight that penetrates everything is so frightening.

The laceration on his waist slowly healed, and he settled on the treetop. His scales became stronger every moment, and his broken body became more perfect every moment. The profound energy of heaven and earth surged towards him from the wind and rain, which was unparalleled in the world. The height of the desert completely fell upon these magnificent and majestic golden eyes.

Sima took a deep breath and stopped protruding his sword - the speed at which this body absorbs Xuan Qi is astonishing, but it takes hours to cross the line of Xuanmen. Sima looked at the ferocious and majestic figure in the rain, and from I never thought that I would one day face this ancient god.

He knew that he had to end this battle as soon as possible - no matter how the Immortal Lord evolved in front of him, the Immortal Platform would at least be chasing him.

After fighting each other, he has distinguished two transcendent abilities - flesh and blood without birth or death, and the ability to control the flesh and blood freely, and the insight like the incarnation of heaven. In addition, no matter how high his nature is, what he controls now is still only the physical performance of about eight lifetimes.

Sima's mind has never been so tense. He knows that he still has the advantage in strength, but how to kill him is the real key. With his heart, lungs and throat useless, what is his key point?

He wasn't given time to think.

The face under the scene suddenly stiffened.

Because in this moment of pause, the tall tree that the Immortal Lord stepped on had flowed into a magnificent blue, and all of it flowed into his body, easily making up for the imperfections.

The aura improved again.

The remaining scales scattered to the surrounding trees, and soon they seemed to be lit with blue fire.

The second ray of authority has been revived from His body—all things are for me.

"." Sima couldn't describe the suffocation in his heart and lungs at this time. When miracles were displayed in front of them so casually, everyone would feel this kind of panic.

All the cognitions that he had relied on for growth in the first half of his life seemed to be shattered in an instant. The feeling he had in the deep mountains two months ago now came to him - putting such an unrestricted thing in the human world is like fire entering cotton wool.

And heavy footsteps sounded behind him.

Duan Zhi seemed to have turned into a stiff puppet, holding the spear in his hand, walking towards this majestic figure step by step, like a worshipper.

There is no more "edict". Now that the King is right in front of him, nothing is more important than dedicating one's body to Him.

The scene where Xin Cang is kneeling in purple clothes in the forest at night will appear here.

Sima didn't even dare to draw his sword at him for a moment. No one knew better than him how powerful the man was. If he provoked a crazy counterattack, the game would be a failure.

But the next moment he realized something was wrong. Yi Duanzhi was by no means a willing sacrifice. His body was shaking hard, his eyes were gritted, and the hand holding the gun had clenched veins.

Sima was shocked to understand the reason for a moment - this man was controlled by his mind and still retained his will for thirty years before serving the Immortal King!

When he was lost in his mind, he desperately executed the edict of [Killing the Sword]. However, when this lofty will suddenly came in front of him, asking him to sacrifice everything so clearly and directly, his hazy will was suddenly shaken. Awakening.

Of course it has long been broken, and he has no idea what he is going to do at this time, but these words, the ninth generation head of the Yi family and the heir of "Zhulian Taiye", must be doing their best to hate and resist the fate of becoming nourishment and slaves.

The end of his clothes moved step by step, and everyone could see his extremely painful struggle. Two completely opposite tendencies were tearing his body apart. Finally, with an extremely suppressed roar, the man reached out and put the spear in his hand. It was inserted into the ground and pressed against his forward body.

Of course Sima would seize this opportunity and draw his sword again without hesitation. A sword stirred up a strong wind. This time, if there was no gap left, I would rather destroy the beauty of the sword move than drown all the figures in front of me.

‘If flesh and blood are already homogeneous, then the key must be consciousness. ’ He stared at the figure in front of him and his mind was racing. The sword energy had turned the surrounding branches and leaves into powder. ‘But even if you master some mental skills, how can you dare to put your mind into fighting this consciousness? ’

The power of [Ye Que] once again came overwhelmingly, but when Sima stared intently, those golden eyes looked at him with aloofness for the first time.

The moment their eyes met, the pair of golden eyes suddenly appeared in Sima's mind. But the next moment, the sound of the mirror shattering was heard, and the pair of golden eyes shattered and disappeared in a burst of brightness.

Sima's heart and lungs felt like they were being clenched, and the long sword in his hand suddenly deflected. Under the wild and out-of-control sword energy, the scales and bones of the newly repaired ferocious dragon in front of him were shattered, but he swooped up against the sword energy. When half of his body collapsed and flew away, he passed over Sima and pressed a finger on Yi Duanzhi's eyebrows.

The man's body was as stiff as ice, and his so-called willpower that had lasted for thirty years was now like the scorching sun and lingering snow. Without any resistance, flesh and blood flowed towards His body like melting water.

The third line of authority revealed its form - Wan Xin Ruyi. But the next moment it was cut off extremely forcefully.

Yi Duanzhi suddenly broke away from his control.

Panting heavily, Sima turned his head and saw this scene, and a thought suddenly hit his heartstrings - "The rejection comes from Himself!"

Whether it was the golden pupils that had just reached the state of mind, but were shattered without any movement; or the shackles that made the ends of clothes freeze with a finger, but suddenly broke, all of them show that all means related to mind are in use. Being held tightly by a force.

【Ding Jing Bing Jian】

This was the first time that his purpose was thwarted and thwarted, but this discovery made Sima feel cold - it was clear that he was still in an absolutely weak position, but the young man was trying his best to restrict him.

Is he not worried at all that he will win?

‘The part that was completely wiped out by the sword energy has never been resurrected. ’ Sima thought quickly in this coldness, “As long as the progress of His recovery is controlled, won’t new authority be born?”

The surrounding air suddenly became hot.

It was the clothes beside him that stopped, and he overcame the slight trembling in his body. His red gold eyes suddenly looked directly at the figure in the sky in front of him. As his eyes roared, the spear rolled up the raging sea of ​​fire and stabbed downwards.

The veins on his face were like snakes. It was hard to imagine how heavy the backlash he had endured as he rushed towards this figure. His golden eyes were bleeding and his dragon scales were cutting his flesh. The moment he drew the gun, his body showed signs of collapse.

The sea of ​​fire violently swept through all the fragments of scaled flesh in the air. Under the unimaginable high temperature, they would completely vaporize in an instant. This was definitely a more effective method than sword energy.

However, even though no new energy was captured, the fourth authority still appeared.

In the red lotus sea, the submerged scale and bone fragments suddenly lit up with a magnificent blue.

At first, the gleaming dots were like a quiet sea of ​​stars, and soon they spread like ink into water. The ruby ​​​​died into rose blue, and it was not until it infected most of the shape that it became clear. It was another kind of flame.

【譭火】

At this time, the magic that was unparalleled in this world truly appeared. The mighty sea of ​​fire was swallowed up in an instant, and the blazing threat was eliminated.

In the high sky where the rain and fire disappeared, Yi Duanzhi, who was holding a gun, showed his figure and stared angrily at the figure in front of him.

He could no longer remember everything, and his consciousness was broken and incomplete. But the moment the dragon body fell into his eyes, violent flames suddenly rose from the deepest part of his heart!

With all his strength, he stabbed towards Xianjun Fenran with a spear.

"Consciousness must be carried." Sima looked at this scene, still thinking about everything with all his strength, "If all the flesh and blood are wiped out——"

But his eyes froze, and he suddenly realized that it seemed that it was too late.

Just one fit.

In the completely empty space, blazing, sharp fire burst out from the most lethal position, piercing through Yi Duanzhi's body in an instant. Rose-blue lacerations exploded on the man's already exhausted body, and jade-red fire swam through them like snakes, never healing again.

This was never the fourth authority. It existed in the young man's body. It had already begun to be buried in this space the first moment the Immortal Lord took over.

When the Zhu Lianhuo was swallowed up, the sharp fangs suddenly matured and penetrated the man's arrogant body so easily.

Only those who have faced Him will know.

Only when everything is equally perfect and flawless can you be qualified to talk to Him about the gap in strength.

When He just woke up in Pei Ye's belly, he made Zhu Gaoyang lose all his soul with one look.

Looking at the entire tragic battle, the only ones who could fight head-on were Ming Qitian and Yue Muzhou.

Because you must first reach the same state as Him.

The battle with the Immortal Lord is never a comparison of "strong" and "weak", but a judgment of "yes" and "no". Do you have the fighting instinct of "seeing the edge with naked heart", and do you have the flawless state of mind of "seeing through the mirror"?

If you "yes", you can go on stage to fight; if you "no", you will die.

——As long as it is not one hundred, there is no difference between ninety-nine and one.

But now, even if he does not use the attack of his mind and spirit, the man who relies on fire and the invulnerability of the dragon's body is still as if he is waiting to be killed in front of the Immortal Lord.

Within the wound on the end of the garment and on the skin, all the magnificent blue flowed out. It really only took a moment. He had no time to turn the man into dragon blood, but he had already taken back all the power that belonged to him.

The golden eyes at the end of the clothes are extinguished, the dragon scales fade away, the blood turns red again and high in the sky, the dragon body stands indifferently, and countless scales and blood return to the sea like a river.

It all starts here.

Yi Duanzhi fell weakly in pain, but the next moment he gritted his teeth and stood up again. His eyes were no longer burning gold, but almost red. He shot with all his strength, causing the wind and rain to be disturbed. Only the gun intention was no longer burning, but Zhenxuan was still strong and powerful. violent.

"Zhulian Taiye"·[Abilian blooms]

Immortal Lord lowered his golden eyes, and the figure in the sky disappeared.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared in the door of Yi Duanzhi. That powerful shot was like an open door. He walked in casually, with the scales, bones and muscles of his right arm protruding, and he punched Yi Duanzhi's chest to pieces. .

The wind and rain calmed down, and then the mighty air flow exploded for dozens of feet. In the explosion of bones and blood, the man broke trees and rocks like a kite with broken strings, and was heavily smashed into the mountain.

Sima's pupils suddenly tightened, and the sword blade set off a storm that shocked the valley. When the immortal monarch's punch was exhausted, it had already turned into a sword, and all the power of "Fuyao Book" was poured out.

Immortal Lord's golden eyes turned, and boundless frost suddenly condensed in the air.

The sword, sword energy, rain, and even the wind were covered with a layer of icy frost. The power of the sword was condensed in the air. After just a moment of silence, unimaginable fire sprouted from the frost. For the first time, Sima I had to abandon the sword halfway.

The next moment, the dragon's body appeared, and Sima took out his sword and blocked it. The two sides exchanged blows. Once again, he clearly felt that his power was still weaker than his. But at the same time as this thought arose, he felt an unexpected force on his shoulder. With a crushing pain, Xian Jun shattered his shoulder blade with a punch. Sima lost control of his body and fell into the rain forest like a cannonball.

The Immortal Lord did not lean down, but tilted his head slightly, and then stabbed him with his spear again. Xianjun stretched out his arm to hold the gun, and struck his elbow with the other hand. After breaking the opponent's arm bone with one punch, Xianjun twisted his arm to seize the opponent's spear, and kneed him in the abdomen.

Below is the cold, merciless, and breathless cruelty.

How tenacious Grandmaster Yeque's vitality is, the explosion of profound energy in Cangshan Mountain lasts for as long as he does. Every time he tries his best to resist, he is defeated with extreme force, with broken bones and blood, and the true mystery collapses. Until the chaotic valley. , everything finally calmed down.

Yi Duanzhi's broken body was leaning on the stone, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Sima was still breathing heavily, blood and organ fragments kept pouring out of his mouth, his hair was disheveled, his green clothes were in tatters, and the broken sword penetrated him. His own abdomen was covered with twisted limbs and sticky blood.

He was nailed to the stone wall with a spear.

He seemed to want to open his mouth to say something, but his broken throat could only produce a vague hoarseness. In front of him, the dragon body slowly condensed the last wound made by the sword on its body, and approached him step by step, "Dragon Tongue" Slowly it came out from the palm of my hand.

Like looking at two insects, the golden eyes are eternally indifferent.