Chapter 630
At the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, there is not only the inheritance of the two super sects of Daming Temple and Fahua Temple, but also the inheritance of the giants of the Northern Territory, the Dagan Empire.
Su Zimo has been dormant at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for twenty years, isolated from the world, and his strength has grown to an extremely terrifying level!
This growth is not only reflected in the enlightenment of Buddhism.
Formation practice is also becoming more and more profound.
Three large formations, all linked together, without a single formation, could it be possible to achieve such an effect.
In the sight of many mortals, those immortals who were originally high above suddenly fell from the air, as if they had suddenly suffered some kind of change.
"how so?"
"Could it be that God opened his eyes and sent a punishment?"
Just when many mortals were confused, a figure slowly lifted into the sky!
This man was dressed in a green shirt, with delicate eyebrows and an indifferent expression, with a gloomy killing intent on his brows, and a blood-colored long knife in his hand!
"This man looks familiar."
"Seems to be……"
The old woman opened her mouth slightly, looked at the figure in the air in disbelief, and kept mumbling, "It's him, it's him!"
"Grandma, who is it?"
The child in his arms also saw the figure in midair and asked curiously.
"Second Young Master Su! It is the Second Young Master Su of the Su family!"
The old woman's voice trembled.
Decades have passed, but the old woman still recognizes Su Zimo at a glance.
Because, even though decades have passed, this Second Young Master Su's face does not have any traces left by the years, just like before!
Su Zimo turned his eyes slightly, looked at the old woman and the child, nodded, and the killing between his brows softened a lot.
The old woman was stunned.
This action seemed familiar, and in a trance, she seemed to return to the past.
Even if he became an immortal, Second Young Master Su has not changed!
The child stared blankly.
The same fairy.
But the children could not feel any fear or pressure from Su Zimo.
The child's originally hanging heart gradually fell.
Carrying the blood-quenched knife, Su Zimo walked in the air, condescendingly, looking down at True Monarch Yuanying who was fleeing in a hurry in Pingyang Town, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
"Do you still want to escape?"
Su Zimo descended from the sky, with his arms raised high, the blood-quenched knife clamored and trembled, seemed to be in a state of excitement, and slashed down according to the crowd!
A ray of blood spurted out!
boom!
The crowd was divided into two, and a ravine was cut out on the ground. The entire seven Nascent Soul True Monarchs were directly cut in half by this bloody glow.
This is the first time that the blood-quenching knife has been drinking blood since the birth of the blood-quenching knife.
The blade is suffocating!
Su Zimo's figure moved, and he instantly threw himself into the fleeing crowd.
Blood quenched knife.
hum!
A blood-colored ripple slowly swayed across the void and passed through the crowd!
puff! puff! puff!
Under the shroud of blood-colored ripples, the heads of more than a dozen Nascent Soul True Monarchs seemed to have been slashed by a sharp blade, cut in half, and the blood was gushing out!
Primordial spirit was imprisoned, and he didn't even have a chance to leave the body, and died on the spot!
"Masters, don't run away any more! If you run further, you will surely kill these beasts one by one!"
"Mr. Yundu, break through the formation quickly, I will fight to the death to buy time for you!"
"Yes, you all work together!"
Everyone shouted and gathered again, bursting with blood and rushing towards Su Zimo.
The few True Monarchs at the forefront were body refiners, bursting with qi and blood, and waving their long swords and halberds to kill them.
Whoa!
Su Zimo's qi and blood rose in his body, the sound of the tide was rolling, and the backhand knife was astonishing.
The force of the knife is heavy, like a shocking wave hitting the shore!
when! when! when!
The blood-quenched knives slashed heavily on the weapons of the Nascent Soul True Monarch, and a huge force erupted, like a surging tide, unstoppable!
"puff!"
Someone couldn't hold it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot, the tiger's mouth was torn apart, the weapon flew away, and the figure fell out.
True Monarch Yuanying was imprisoned with his primordial spirit and spiritual power, and all that was left was his flesh and blood.
But how could these people's fleshly bodies, qi and blood power compare to Su Zimo!
What they held in their hands was originally a magic weapon. Because the primordial spirit was imprisoned, they could not mobilize the magic power.
puff!
puff!
The blood light flickered frequently, even if the remaining Nascent Soul True Monarchs gathered together, they could not resist Su Zimo's slaughter!
After obtaining the inheritance of the Sword Emperor, after the inheritance of the Shura in this life, Su Zimo's attainments in swordsmanship have reached a rather terrifying level!
The upstream, stormy waves, whirlpools, and ripples of the Dinghai Scroll.
The ghost of the Asura sword cries, blood, purgatory, bones, ghosts, walking corpses.
Sometimes it is sturdy and uncast, sometimes it is continuous like water, sometimes it is majestic, sometimes it is eerie...
The blood-quenched knife was in Su Zimo's hands, drinking all the blood!
The blood on the knife is getting more and more prosperous, it seems that the blood-quenched knife has become excited!
In the town, there were bold mortals who couldn't hold back, secretly opened a crack in the door, and looked outside, seeing such a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
The immortals who were originally high above, threatened to let the immortals in Pingyang Town not be left behind.
A man in a green shirt, holding a blood-colored long knife, strolled along the long street, leaving corpses behind him.
Wherever he passed, blood flowed into rivers!
It was a total carnage.
Kill the fairy!
In front of Su Zimo, the Yuanying Zhenjun, whose Yuanshen and spiritual power were imprisoned, was just a piece of fish!
...
The sky is getting brighter.
Zhenjun Yundu was sweating profusely, and at the edge of Pingyang Town, he buried his head and broke through the battle.
This ancient formation of forbidden spirits and ancient formations of forbidden gods is extremely complex, and with his ability, it is difficult to unravel in a short period of time.
Fortunately, this foggy formation was not too difficult.
Hearing the screams coming from behind, Zhenjun Yundu became even more flustered.
But he didn't look back.
He must not be distracted!
Break the trap as soon as possible, this is their only chance to survive!
Time passed little by little.
I don't know how long it took, and the clouds dissipated.
Zhenjun Yundu let out a long sigh of relief and slumped on the ground, already sweating profusely.
In the sky, the morning sun was rising, and a ray of light broke through the fog and fell on the town. Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.
Zhenjun Yundu suddenly felt something was wrong.
So quiet!
The crying, begging for mercy, crying for help, and all the noise behind him disappeared.
pat, pat.
Footsteps sounded.
It's like the sound of someone's feet, stained with some viscous liquid, walking across the bluestone road.
The sound of footsteps came behind him and suddenly disappeared.
A chill ran up his back!
Zhenjun Yundu did not dare to look back.
A blood-colored blade slowly protruded under his throat, exuding a strong bloody aura, the edge of the blade, the chill was biting!
"You are the last."
A voice sounded in his ear, softly, faintly, without the slightest emotion.
puff!
Blood flashed.
Zhenjun Yundu's head fell, and blood spattered.
The head rolled a few times on the ground, and finally faced Pingyang Town.
His eyes widened.
Green shirt, blood road.
Two very different colors stimulated his last senses.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and finally died.