Chapter 1271 Fiasco!
"The Thunder Emperor's Secret Technique!"
The Supao man's eyes lit up, and he blurted out the origin of the God-destroying whip.
This time, he didn't take care of himself, but he also used his mind, and recited a few dharmas in his mouth, condensing the essence of mysticism!
Su Zimo sounded a little familiar with these dharmas.
Soon, he realized that it was the primordial mystery in the "Blood Refining Devil Sutra" - the blood dripping art!
From the plain man's sea of consciousness, a drop of scarlet blood wafted out, exuding terrifying and evil power, and collided with the Destroyer Whip.
呲呲呲!
Almost instantly, the light of thunder and lightning on the Destroyer Whip was suppressed by this drop of blood!
Normally, the power of thunder and lightning is the most restrained demon.
But the power of this demon is so powerful that even thunder and lightning can't suppress it!
Seeing that the Whip of Destruction was about to collapse, Su Zimo reworked his mind technique again, activating his primordial spirit, and bursting out the third primordial mystery!
Tathagata seal!
A golden '*' character burst out from between Su Zimo's eyebrows.
The '*' character slowly flew towards the plain-robed man.
Su Zimo's body swayed when this Dao Yuan mystery technique erupted, and his face became extremely pale.
Originally, he had fought several battles with the group of cultivators in the main hall, and the mana and primordial spirits consumed a lot.
Now, forcibly urging the Three Dao Yuan Mystery Technique has reached his limit!
Su Zimo gritted his teeth, endured the pain of tearing from his primordial spirit, urged the lotus platform of good fortune, and hit the Tianling Gai of the Supao man!
The distance between the two is very close, and the lotus platform of good fortune is almost instantaneous, for example, it is one point faster to come to Fayin.
The Supao man did not use any weapons.
Looking at the lotus platform of good fortune that came over, he just stretched out his white palm and directly grabbed the lotus platform of good fortune, motionless!
Su Zimo's eyes narrowed.
You know, he just used this good fortune lotus platform to smash the head of Elder Lei Lie, the great power of Hunyuan Sect.
But now, this plain-robed man uses his flesh and blood to hold the lotus platform of good fortune. What kind of fleshly body is this, what kind of power is this!
The man in the plain robe was completely covered with no flaws!
Tick tock!
A strand of blood flowed from the palm of the man in the robe and fell to the ground.
He took the lotus platform of Fortune with his bare hands, but the man in the robe was still injured.
Of course, this is just a flesh wound.
In the blink of an eye, the wound in the palm of the man in the robe had healed.
"Buddhist holy relic."
The man in plain robe looked at the green lotus platform in the palm of his hand, and there was a flash of love in his eyes, and said: "Your cultivation base and combat power must be the unworldly evildoer among Buddhist disciples. I am really reluctant to kill you."
"Unfortunately, you really shouldn't come to this ancient temple in the beginning, you shouldn't be greedy."
The man in the plain robe sighed lightly, holding the lotus platform of good fortune in his palm, looking at the Tathagata's seal that came over, he also operated his mind, and burst out a mysterious magic!
Su Zimo couldn't help widening his eyes.
A golden light burst out from the brows of the plain-robed man, dazzling, and a larger, more sacred, and more dazzling '*' character descended!
Tathagata seal!
The man in the plain robe actually understands the Tathagata seal!
Moreover, he can condense the four supreme dharmas, and the primordial spirit must be stronger than Su Zimo.
This Tathagata Dharma Seal, after he released it, its power is obviously even more terrifying!
boom!
The two Tathagata seals collided heavily!
The whole hall seems to have stopped!
Some monks not far from the two were shocked, their eyes dimmed, and the life breath in their bodies quickly passed away and fell down.
In their sea of consciousness, the primordial spirit has been shattered!
Even if the two Tathagata's seals collide, and the fluctuations in consciousness spread out, many monks can't bear it!
A brief stagnation.
The '*' character condensed by Su Zimo began to shatter!
And the '*' characters condensed by the Su-pao man also showed cracks, but they were obviously stronger than Su Zimo's!
He quickly suppressed it, crushed Su Zimo's '*' character, and slammed into Su Zimo!
Fiasco!
Even if Su Zimo broke out three consecutive Primordial Mysteries, all of them were blocked by the Supao man.
Moreover, the elemental mysticism of the Supao man formed a very threatening counterattack!
Su Zimo's Primordial Spirit has reached its limit. At this time, there is a stinging pain, and he can no longer condense any Primordial Mystery Technique.
Even so, Su Zimo still did not give up.
He condensed a ray of spiritual consciousness, constantly stimulating the Ming Wang rosary on the left wrist, and wanted to wake up this Yuanshen magic weapon!
After all, he has worn this magic tool for many years, and it is connected with his mind and blood.
Feeling the danger that Su Zimo was facing, the rosary of King Ming burst out with a flaming golden light, forming a golden mask around Su Zimo.
This group of masks is engraved with mysterious characters, and each character contains a mysterious power!
boom!
The shattered Tathagata's seal slammed into the golden mask formed by the rosary beads of King Ming, and shattered abruptly.
Su Zimo's consciousness was exhausted, and the mask could not last long. The light quickly dimmed and disappeared without a trace.
lost.
Su Zimo had no mana in his body, his primordial spirit was dry, and he was already exhausted, unable to release even the simplest spells.
And the man in plain robe only needs to use a supreme dharma image, which is enough to kill Su Zimo!
Su Zimo bowed slightly, gasping for breath.
Qinglian's real body fell here, although she was unwilling, but it was nothing.
He also has the real body of the dragon clan, and the real body of martial arts!
One day, he will kill him again and seek revenge against the Blood Demon Daojun!
Thoughts flashed in Su Zimo's mind.
His head even became a little dizzy.
But the Supao man never made a move.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Zimo finally realized that something was wrong and looked up subconsciously.
I don't know when, the man in plain robe has come to him!
The man in the robe suddenly shot and grabbed towards his left arm.
Su Zimo wanted to dodge and resist, but he didn't have the slightest strength, so he could only let the man in the robe hold his left arm!
Stab it!
The man in the robe was slightly able to exercise, and the sleeve of Su Zimo's left arm shattered instantly.
The eyes of the man in the robe fell on Su Zimo's left wrist, staring at the string of Ming Wang's rosary beads.
However, Su Zimo was dazed and didn't notice.
"This is the King Ming Rosary."
After a long time, the plain-robed man spoke slowly.
Su Zimo has no strength anymore, sneered slightly, and didn't bother to respond.
Forty thousand years ago, the rosary beads of King Ming were worn by the monks of the Ming Dynasty.
Gorefiend Daojun and Daming Seng are old enemies, how could he not recognize this Buddhist treasure in a war between the two.
"How can you have this treasure."
The man in plain robe asked, "Are you the titled disciple of Daming Temple in this lifetime?"
Su Zimo pondered in his heart: "The Gorefiend Daojun has been suppressed for tens of thousands of years, and he doesn't know the vicissitudes of the world, and even the Daming Temple has disappeared."