Chapter 470: A ball of **** mud

Chapter 470 A Blood Mud
On the continent, no matter whether it is the Nine Schools of Immortals, the Seven Sects of Momen, or the Six Temples of Buddhism, there are still a small number of schools that have survived since ancient times.
Among them, I don't know how many top forces have been drowned by the long rivers, leaving only a few remnants, ancient legends.
Mormonism is one of the few super-sects that has existed since ancient times.
There are even more legends in the realm of cultivation. The origin of the corpse cult can be traced back to the Archaic era. The human race was weak and the people of all ages were barren!
There are countless secrets of Gong Fa in the corpse teaching, and there is also an ancient scripture "The Corpse Code".
There are many secret methods recorded in The Corpse Code, and how to deal with a war corpse alone has a lot of attention.
The war corpses are also very strict, with iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, golden corpses ...
As for the monk-building monks and Jin Dan real people, they can only make iron corpses.
Bronze corpses require the corpse cultivator to step into Yuan Ying Realm, and then they can be tempered after they have cultivated Yuan Shen.
The darker the color of each war corpse, the greater its strength and the more terrifying its strength.
Like the war corpse of Monk White Shirt, its strength can compete with the eight-veined base!
In addition, this war corpse is inaccessible, water and fire are not invaded, and it is also contaminated with corpse gas and corpse poison. Even the foundation of the eight veins cannot hurt the foundation of this war corpse.
Where did the Monk in White Shirts expect this monk with a clear eyebrow, almost a knife, almost cut his war corpse into two!
How much power is this?
The monk in white shirt slightly raised his eyes, flashing panic.
Immediately afterwards, the monk in white shirt seemed to have made a decision. He drew his magic hand, operated the occult occult technique, nibbled at the tip of his tongue, sprayed a fine blood, and landed on the wound of the war dead.
"Ning me!"
The monk in white shirt sang softly.
The startling wound on the war corpse even began to heal at a rate that was visible to the naked eye, and blue and black granules grew wild and knotted together.
The corpse roared loudly and fiercely!
At the same time, the breath of the monk in white shirt became extremely weak, his eyes were dim, his body was shaking, and he might even fall at any time.
He patted his palm on the storage bag, took out a handful of elixir and swallowed it, and recovered his energy slightly.
This is obviously a mystery similar to blood sacral surgery.
In order to sacrifice their vitality potential, repair the wounded corpse, and stimulate the corpse to erupt more powerful combat power.
The war corpse stretched out a pair of big hands, holding the blade of the blood-quenched knife fiercely.
The blood-quenched knife fell into the body of the war corpse, and was covered by the endless filthy flesh, and the light on the knife gradually faded.
Su Zimo snorted coldly and pulled the knife hard!
The war corpse allowed the blade to split its palm and refused to let go. Instead, it rushed forward and sprayed a large cloud of stinky mist.
"Be careful!"
In the stone room, Ji Yaoxue quickly reminded.
Just now, this battle corpse was in a haze, and her superb flying sword had been abolished!
Not only that, the war corpse also opened its mouth wide, exposing blood-stained fangs, like a beast, biting towards Su Zimo's neck!
Su Zimo frowned, let go of the blood-quenching knife, and pulled back.
Not that he was afraid of the mist and fangs, but that the dead body was a bit disgusting, and Su Zimo didn't want to touch it with his bare hands.
Su Zimo's retreat immediately gave way to the martyrdom exit.
The monk in white shirt shined brightly.
In fact, after Su Zimo cut off that knife, he had already resigned.
That sword fell on the war corpse. If it fell on him, he would not have enough ten lives to die!
Seeing Su Zimo avoid, Monk in White Shirt was unwilling to fight in battle, and his body moved towards the entrance of the martyrdom.
Seeing this, Su Zimo's eyes flashed a mockery.
Su Zimo's palm was touched on the storage bag. In the palm of his hand, there was already a boxy, golden seal printed on it.
Panlongyin, an innate artifact!
It is easy for Su Zimo to want to kill this monk of the corpse cult.
As long as he carries the blood, and uses the wings of the spirit, and cooperates with the way of the foal, he can completely bypass the corpse and hold this person under his palm!
But just now, Su Zimo's heart moved and thought of the baby he just got.
He was also a little curious, and wanted to see how powerful the legendary innate artifact was, and the innate artifact given by the Emperor.
"go with!"
Su Zimo threw Panlongyin upwards, and his fingertips shook. Shoot a spiritual force into it.
The panlongyin swelled rapidly and was so dazzling and brilliant that it hung in mid-air like a scorching sun, dazzling and radiating a heart-warming breath, overwhelming!
The fierce flame of the war corpse, under the seal of Panlong, is as humble as the ants.
Panlongyin quickly fell!
boom!
The big seal hit the corpse's skull, and a loud noise broke out.
Click! Click!
Immediately afterwards, a series of bone fractures sounded.
Pan Longyin paused for a moment, and then suppressed quickly!
With a stunned sound, there was a full-scale war corpse, which was suppressed by Pan Longyin into a ball of odor, spread on the ground, no bones left!
The monk in white shirt was about to rush into the martyrdom, but a radiant big seal suddenly fell down, blocking the exit directly.
He snapped his body in a hurry, and a cloud of blood splattered on his pale cheek.
The monk in white shirt stared at his eyes. The whole person was almost frightened, and his mind was blank.
In the practice world, if you want to defeat the corpse monk, you can only avoid their corpses as much as possible and attack the corpse monk itself.
Because, for the corpse priests, war corpses are their weapons, indestructible!
In the same level, no one can destroy their war corpses.
If someone kills them with their corpses, they ca n’t get away in time, and either they will be killed by the corpses or they will be consumed!
Because the corpse is not tired.
Even if it is covered with scaly wounds, its strength will not be reduced.
The monks are different.
Manpower is exhausted.
Monk in white shirt has practiced for decades, fighting countless times, and killing each other with Tianjiao, but he has never seen such a fierce and fierce play.
Staring at his war corpse, he didn't say, the first time, he almost chopped the war corpse into two pieces.
Immediately after the second, he directly suppressed his war dead into a ball of mud!
That's it.
The monk in white shirt was stubborn at the moment.
Deadly silence!
Jun Hao and Si Yutang were about to take a shot, and besieged Su Zimo in conjunction with the corpse, but now they are stupidly in their place, their eyes are jumping wildly, their bodies are shaking slightly.
Congenital artifact!
The two looked closely. The golden seal printed by Su Zimo's last sacrifice flashed six spirit patterns, which was obviously an innate artifact!
The flesh and blood of the war corpse, carrying deadly poison of corpse poison, is even the defilement of evil, which can destroy weapon magic.
Even Ji Yaoxue's best flying sword is inevitable.
But now, this golden yellow seal is not contaminated with the flesh and blood of the corpse, the light is not diminished, the breath is more vigorous, and it exudes the imperial domineering of the king!
Jun Hao's eyes flashed a deep jealousy.
"If such a baby let me get it, I would be so prestigious!"
(End of this chapter)