Chapter 679: Suppressing the Corpses
"The Corpse Refining Sect is doing business here, which one is not open to eyes!"
The headed corpse cultivator glared at the eyes like dead fish, and looked at Su Zimo and everyone who came over. He didn't blink, his voice was gloomy, and his face was murderous.
Another person said coldly: "You beasts, you better get away from me, otherwise..."
"Hey, with the supreme secret method of corpse refining, I can easily refine you into war corpses, making it worse than death!"
"Is it?"
Su Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't see how to move. His body moved like a sharp arrow, and he rushed into the crowd of Corpse Refining Sect in an instant!
Too fast!
The distance between the two sides is not far.
Su Zimo's inner alchemy and golden alchemy have both been cultivated to a perfect state. The double alchemy is running at the same time, the demon power and spiritual power are activated at the same time, and together with the power of qi and blood...
Such an outbreak, let alone these Corpse Refining Cult cultivators, even the pure-blooded beasts with keen perception and powerful fleshly bodies would not be able to react!
puff! puff! puff!
No moves, no magic.
Completely with the flesh, hit the road all the way!
Under everyone's attention, the corpse refining cultivator standing in front of Su Zimo was like a huge watermelon.
Totally a murder weapon!
In the crowd, crushed all the way, no one can hold its edge!
There were seven cultivators of the Corpse Refinement Sect, who were still sneering at one moment, but the next moment, they were killed by life and life, and there were no bones left!
A Corpse Refining Cult cultivator reacted and subconsciously placed the iron rod of Hunyuan in front of him.
Unexpectedly, a dark shadow rushed over.
Click!
The iron rod in his hand was directly smashed into two pieces.
The fracture was as sharp as a spear, pierced into his chest, and penetrated directly!
Another corpse-refining cultivator roared, and from the storage bag, he sacrificed a silver-shimmering shield, and frantically injected spiritual power.
In an instant, the light shines brightly.
This shield is stretched against the wind, like a silver mountain, and it guards this person closely behind him, and it actually burst out with five spiritual lights, which are dazzling!
A perfect defensive weapon!
A perfect spiritual tool, placed in the cultivation world of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is afraid that it will cause a lot of waves.
But Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged, and there was not even the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.
This kind of weapon, he has seen too many!
Today, in his storage bag, there are dozens of perfect spiritual tools alone!
Su Zimo's speed remained unchanged, his eyes were indifferent, his body jumped slightly, and he stepped forward, stepping heavily on this huge silver shield!
Plough step!
A monstrous force burst out from Su Zimo's body!
Not to mention that there is a mountain in front of him, even the sky can plow a huge ravine under his feet!
Boom!
This silver-light flickering shield was directly stepped on by Su Zimo!
The corpse-refining cultivator hiding behind the shield did not say a word, and was stepped on by Su Zimo through the shield into a mass of flesh and blood, leaving no bones!
Su Zimo used the many ultimate moves in the Great Wilderness Demon King's Secret Tome more and more skillfully.
As his cultivation on the Demon Dao deepened, the power of these ultimate moves became more and more terrifying!
There was an uproar in the crowd.
Not far away, many cultivators were preparing to join the battle group. Seeing this scene, they all stopped their steps subconsciously, their expressions were shocked, and they were stunned.
Too fierce!
In the blink of an eye, nine monks from the Corpse Refinement Sect died in the hands of this blue-shirted monk!
What is terrifying is that in front of this blue-shirted cultivator, these nine people have no power to resist!
"Who is this person and what's the background?"
"I don't know, the ancient battlefield is too terrifying, it really is arrogant, and evil spirits are frequent!"
"Yeah, not to mention the true disciples of the major super sects, I heard that there is another evildoer in the Northern Territory rising, which is rare to see."
"I also know this person. It is said that this person has formed a grudge with Liuli Palace. After entering this place, he even slaughtered tens of thousands of monks in the gathering point of Liuli Palace!"
"Ah, so cruel!"
There was a lot of people talking and there was a lot of discussion.
on the battlefield.
The remaining corpse cultivator cultivators changed color in shock, and hurriedly retreated, manipulating the corpse not far away to turn around.
The ability of the corpse refining cultivator is almost all on the body of the corpse.
Losing the protection of war corpses, their bodies are weak, and their strength is similar to that of ordinary cultivators.
The leader of the corpse refining cultivator looked gloomy and said coldly, "You are really courting death! Our corpse refining cult disciples have been with corpses all the year round, and their bodies are contaminated with corpse poison. If you smash their bodies, you will not escape death yourself. !"
"good!"
Another corpse-refining cultivator sneered: "Beast, have you ever felt that the blood in your body has begun to decline? Hehe!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Su Zimo raised his head and laughed loudly, his voice was high and bright, the blood in his body rose, and there were bursts of surging and mighty waves of the sea!
In such a state, how can there be any sign of poisoning!
His bloodline is like a flaming furnace.
Burn everything, evaporate everything, purify everything!
Not to mention corpse poison, even the poisonous poison in the poison gate may not pose any threat to him!
"you……"
The faces of these Corpse Refining Cult monks became even paler.
A tall and burly figure rushed forward, turning his fists, like a pair of huge hammers, rushing into the crowd, rushing left and right.
The corpse cult cultivator can't resist the iron fist of the monkey.
One after another figure was smashed into the air.
When it fell to the ground, it was already a dead body.
The wind blows!
A white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes exuded a rolling suffocating aura. It seemed to be extremely hungry. It jumped down from the mountain and directly tore the body of a corpse refining cultivator, opening its belly!
The corpse poison on these corpses, as soon as it was stained with the fur of the spirit tiger, flashed a thunder light, turning the corpse poison into nothingness.
"Roar!"
A majestic golden lion burst into the crowd in an instant, bursting out with an earth-shattering roar!
The expressions of the nearest corpse cultivators froze, and the corners of their eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouths all began to seep the slightest scarlet blood.
Seven orifices bleeding!
The brains of these cultivators have been shaken into mush!
Neither Qingqing nor the little fox stepped forward.
For these monks, who are full of gloomy and rotten smell, they must avoid them.
Even so, with just over a dozen breaths, only the four of them, Su Zimo, Monkey, Linghu, and Golden Lion, completely slaughtered these dozens of corpse refining cultivators!
The dozens of corpses that had just besieged Little Fatty and Shi Jian didn't have time to turn around to rescue them, and everything was over.
In fact, corpse cultivators are quite troublesome in the world of self-cultivation.
If it is not necessary, many disciples of the super sect are reluctant to take the initiative to provoke them.
The corpses they sacrificed were invulnerable to swords and guns, invulnerable to fire and water, and were infinitely powerful. They could compete with perfect spiritual weapons, even innate spiritual weapons!
With the corpse at the front, the cultivator of the Corpse Refinement can be almost invincible!
But the weakness of the corpse refiner monks is also quite obvious.
Once it falls, the corpse will also lose control and there will be no threat.
Su Zimo and the others caught on to this weakness and did not give the cultivator a chance to breathe at all. With the momentum of thunder, they suppressed the cultivator with a dozen breaths!
The dozens of corpses fell straight down and became real corpses.