Chapter 592: Resurrection?

With a bowl of cold belly, Su Zimo felt much better.
Huh!
The sound of chains sounded.
Su Zimo suddenly felt light, and the sturdy chain that originally bound him was taken away by the big man!
"What the do you mean? Let me go so easily?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly, looking at the opposite Han, showing suspiciousness.
The big man crouched on the ground, playing with rusty chains in his hands, smiling at Su Zimo, his eyes shining with a strange light.
"Ok?"
Su Zimo's expression changed suddenly, and he suddenly felt that his stomach was turned over.
Immediately, an extremely large and powerful life spurt suddenly burst, sweeping the whole body quickly!
Puff puff!
Su Zimo's skin exploded directly, and blood traces appeared on the entire body, shocking!
This life essence is too huge!
Every inch of flesh and blood on Su Zimo's body was torn!
In a blink of an eye, he has become a blood man, surrounded by layers of blood mist, the blood in his body rises, filled with a billowing spirit!
"what!"
Su Zimo was screaming in the sky, his eyes were red, and the blue tendons on his neck were exposed, like a snake snake.
Uncontrollable skyrocketing of the entire body, flesh and blood, big muscles shaking, bones screaming, five internal organs tremor!
too painful!
The horrible life sperm in the body suddenly erupted, almost bursting his physical body!
The pain was everywhere. Su Zimo was holding his body, his body trembling, almost cramping, but he felt dark before his eyes, and he might faint at any time!
I do not know when the old monk appeared behind the hall, deep worries deep in his eyes.
The big man also looked tense, and completely lost the initial ease and laughter.
"Roar!"
Deep in Su Zimo's throat, a husky, low-pitched roar was issued, as if an injured beast was struggling to death!
This life essence is too huge and too terrifying.
It is just in Su Zimo's body that a hurricane that has destroyed the earth and swept away all over!
Su Zimo's consciousness gradually blurred.
He couldn't feel everything around him.
I can only breathe in a big mouth, relying on the remaining will to work hard to support!
Silhouettes are shaking.
The old monk came to Su Zimo, glanced at the big man, and a faint anger flashed.
Subsequently, the old monk stared at Su Zimo intently.
The Buddha's chant was chanted constantly in his mouth. Although seemingly calm, the speed with which he twiddled the rosary in his hand was getting faster and faster.
The big man grabbed his hair eagerly, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
After a while, Su Zimo couldn't support it anymore, and thumped to the ground with a bang, covered with mud, and passed out.
Snapped!
The old monk moved, and when his heart was stirred, the rosary in his hand was crushed directly!
The big man was even more startled, clapping at Su Zimo's cheek, shouting loudly: "You little boy, wake up, don't scare Lao Tzu!"
Su Zimo didn't respond, his eyes closed tightly, and the heart beat became weaker.
The big man looked anxiously and shouted again.
Su Zimo still didn't respond, he was already angry.
After a while, Su Zimo's heart stopped beating completely, and the breathing was cut off under the nose and mouth, and the blood flow in the body became slower until it was completely still.
Su Zimo's body gradually cooled down, lying motionless in the mud.
"It's over, it's over."
The big man was sitting on the ground with his butt, his face pale, and the whole man was completely stunned.
"What a good seedling, I can perfectly inherit the skill of Lao Tzu, that's it ..." Da Han's eyes were dull and he muttered to himself.
The old monk frowned, looking ugly, staring at the Han and asked, "How much blood did you give him?"
"There is only one ray, less than one ten thousandth of a drop of blood." The big man dared to look at the old monk's eyes and whispered.
The old monk has practiced meditation rituals for many years. He has seen the vicissitudes of the world for a long time, and it is difficult for anything to arouse the waves in his heart.
But when he heard this, the old monk had also become really angry, and Shen asked, "Are you crazy! The power in your ray of blood is enough to destroy Yuanying Zhenjun ten times! You should feed him all?" "
The big man was frustrated and muttered, "This little monk dared to call Laozi the red hairy ghost. Laozi wanted to make him suffer. Whoever thinks ..."
"You!" The old monk gasped.
"I, I, I want him to recover soon."
Under the guilty conscience of the Han Dynasty, his voice was a little stubborn.
The old monk saw the big man's expression of remorse and rebuked his face, but he couldn't explain why he wanted to rebuke.
This has come to an end and is irreparable.
"Ugh."
The old monk gave a long sigh, and said suddenly: "Xu Shi should have this jeopardy when he hits. I didn't expect to come here, but he still couldn't escape his fate."
"I killed him."
The big man bowed his head and lost his soul.
After being silent for a while, the old monk whispered softly, "Bury him here. Underneath this cemetery are all peerless strong men ten thousand years ago. They deserve his name."
That being said, the old monk knew that man died like a lamp.
What polar realm builds the foundation, what eternal evil spirits, these vanity names, all with the passing of life, will be lost in the long rivers of time, and will eventually be forgotten.
The old monk sighed in his heart, waved his robe sleeves, rolled up Su Zimo's body, and went to the depths of the cemetery.
suddenly!
The old monk's expression changed, and he whispered.
"Not dead yet?"
The old monk lowered Su Zimo again, his eyebrows flickered, and his consciousness spread around Su Zimo's body.
Su Zimo's condition is extremely special.
The heart had stopped beating, but Nedan, who had been fragmented, was slowly spinning.
However, the amplitude of the rotation was extremely small, and the old monk and the big man were concerned about it, but they did not notice it at first.
The big man came over and found the abnormality in Su Zimo's body.
"What a terrible method!"
The man inhaled secretly and was shocked: "The vitality is gone, and this exercise is still running on its own. This is to pull this child back from the ghost door!"
The old monk looked dignified and said in a deep voice: "Although this son has lost his heartbeat and breathing, it can only be regarded as a fake death, and there should be rescue!"
A long silence ...
Boom!
suddenly!
There was a trembling in Su Zimo's chest.
Although the voice was faint, the old monks could hear clearly!
heartbeat!
Come here!
The old monks were shocked and their eyes were bright.
slowly.
The heartbeat sounds faster and faster and more powerful!
Wow.
The blood flowed again, and the sound gradually became louder, and the voice of the tide came out faintly!
call!
Between Su Zimo's mouth and nose, he vomited an endless amount of demons, red as blood, rolling and surging, condensing a horrible ancient demon king in the void!
Wild cow, stone bear, big python, blood ape, foal, ghost tiger, wind leopard!
The seven ancient demon kings are lifelike, with sharp teeth, staring scarlet eyes, murderous and ferocious.
The cultivation of the old monks is slightly moving!
The next moment, above these seven ancient demon kings, the demon surged, and a blood-red butterfly emerged faintly.
The full moon on those wings is like a pair of cold eyes, captivating!
Seeing this butterfly, the old monk's expression changed greatly, and he seemed to think of something, and could not help but take a step back.
The big man was so frightened that he knelt on the ground with tears, and his head burst into tears, and he cried, "Sister, I was wrong. It was just an accident ..."
(End of this chapter)