When the thirtieth day came, there were less than a thousand spiritual stones left in my hand. Zong Shou decisively stopped time and put away the Zhouji Life Book.
There are indeed not many spiritual stones in the bag, and all the divine power accumulated in the body at this time is gone.
His understanding of the spiritual techniques of swordsmanship has reached a bottleneck. There is no benefit in further understanding.
Unless you have another opportunity or your own realm improves, it will be difficult to make even half a step forward.
At this time, the skin all over his body was glowing with a layer of jade-yellow brilliance that was invisible to the naked eye.
Under the skin, traces of spiritual patterns appeared, just like the skin of those crystal beasts.
After those divine powers were completely digested, his physical body indeed became much stronger. However, when it reaches almost 70%, the physical body reaches its limit.
Then the rest of the divine power was transformed into this pattern.
"It is said that humans are one of the ancient crystal beasts, and there is indeed some truth to it!"
These spiritual patterns can only be seen when you have enough cultivation and focus your spiritual power on your eyes.
It looks beautiful and unique, with a sense of dignity and magnificence.
But Zong Shou knew that these spiritual patterns were more than just pretty.
Not long ago, Zong Shou once tried that once he used his true power to promote luck, the resistance of his skin would increase and become stronger. The strength has also increased, more than twice as strong!
Zong Shou reached out again and took out a pair of armor that only reached his arms in front of him.
It was the pair of Juntian Fist Armors snatched from Wu Xuan.
He replaced Wu Xuan's head, but the pair of fist armor remained. The Heavenly Demon Dome Realm did not ask for it from him.
But because of this, it was infiltrated by pure demonic energy, so Zong Shou never used it. I only carry it with me every day, and whenever I have free time, I will use the two talismans to purify it. And let Han Xi burn with the holy flame from time to time.
At this time, the Zhouji Life Book was added. It has been more than ten years.
It's just that there is still a trace of demonic energy entangled in this fist armor, which cannot be completely eliminated.
I don’t know the Heavenly Demon Dome Realm either. What kind of means were used. Turning this fine suit of armor into a magic weapon has tainted its origin.
There is no time of forty or fifty years. The conversion simply cannot be completed.
Zong Shou hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand and inserted his hands into the pair of fists.
Immediately, you can feel that large barbs and spikes pop out of the armor. The intention was to penetrate into his flesh and blood, but his skin resisted and was firmly blocked.
There was even a hint of cruel thoughts rising in Zong Shou's mind at the same time.
His thoughts fluctuated, and Zong Shou's eyes turned red.
For a time, countless fierce and terrifying thoughts kept passing through his mind. Zong Shou only felt something in his chest. It's inexplicable hatred.
I just want to kill, kill! kill! kill! Destroy everything in sight.
And his fist armor can also be stronger. Just wipe out all the flesh and blood under the Tianshan Mountains. Devour them all! Then he would be invincible!
After a long moment, Zong Shou's expression returned to calmness without any fluctuation.
"I have underestimated Wu Xuan!"
Being able to suppress the demonic energy in the Juntian Fist Armor and not be controlled by it. At least in terms of mentality, it is very impressive.
Even though that guy. He was obviously a little delirious.
The next moment, the corners of Zong Shou's lips tilted up again.
"Sure enough, my body is now invulnerable to all evil and all demons! Speaking of which, how could I, Zong Shou, be a Holy King? Where did this Holy King's aura come from?"
I was also puzzled. How could a lazy person like him, who didn't even deal with a few government affairs all year round, actually become a Saint King? It's a little too cheap. So why
Shaking his head, Zong Shou put away his distracting thoughts and returned to his eyes.
Most of the invading demonic thoughts were washed away and purified by the inexplicable white energy of the Holy King in his body.
The remaining part has shrunk back into Juntian Fist Armor to hide, never to be seen again.
Zong Shou's thoughts stretched to the core of the armor without any hindrance.
It was only then that I firmly grasped this pair of fist armors! Those sharp barbs were instantly put away.
And the armor plate also changed from the original jet black to red! It clung to his skin as if it was part of his body. No feeling of discomfort at all.
Zong Shou also tried to punch, and the entire quiet room suddenly twisted and shook.
However, at the moment when it was on the verge of collapse, this twenty-foot-wide house returned to its original state without any damage.
And a glimmer of light flashed in Zong Shou's eyes.
"Twice the power! The true soul power and this power have been increased by two times! This thing is really a waste of heaven in the hands of Wu Xuan!"
It's not like the spiritual weapons he used before, which only increase the power of a specific spiritual method, or only increase some energy. But an improvement in all aspects!
The strength is equivalent to twice as much!
But for him, it's actually more than twice as much -
Naturally, the power of a country he borrowed cannot be doubled accordingly.
However, at this time, the combat power has almost increased by 20%!
A pair of fist armor can do this, but what will be the power of a full set of Juntian armor
Zong Shou couldn't help but think about it again, and then shook his head slightly.
The gap between him and those overlords at the end of the Yunhuang Era was indeed beyond reason.
With another thought, the fist armor melted into his skin and disappeared.
Zong Shou also walked out of the quiet room and saw Xuanyuan Yiren, Ruo Shuishi Ruolan, and Ren Bo, all veterans of Tianshan Mountain, outside. They were all waiting for him quietly, mostly with worried eyes.
Zong Shou smiled at these people and handed Yiren Ruushui a reassuring look. He immediately jumped into the air and fled to the southwest.
It is useless to say anything at this time. Only by truly overcoming the tribulation and entering the spiritual realm can these people feel at ease.
Although he is dependent on others but knows the details of Zongshou, he doesn't look worried at all.
However, when Zong Shou stepped into the air, Xuanyuan Yiren still couldn't help but said: "Thunder tribulation is dangerous! My husband's martial arts is the best in this world, and he is the king of a country. The tribulation thunder must be no ordinary person. Please be careful!" "
After speaking, he shot three red pills into the air: "This is a pill made by others to eliminate calamities and overcome evil. It may be able to help my husband!"
Zong Shou made a casual move and put the pill in his sleeve. As soon as my mind moved, I recalled the information about eliminating calamities and crossing Erdan, and I knew the power of this thing.
It is actually a ninth-level elixir. Is this thing specifically designed to overcome tribulations? It is said to reduce the power of tribulations.
I don’t know Xuanyuan Yiren. Where did she get the two sides? She actually made them.
Although Zongshou had no intention of using this thing, he had no use for it. But still feel happy. Carefully, put it into the Qiankun bag.
My heart felt warm, and I still loved my wife. Know how to feel sorry for people.
Take a step toward the southeast to reach the rooftop and leave Qiantian Mountain.
Zong Shou walked through the air, spreading his thoughts far away, covering an area of two hundred miles.
"Oh, it's really a group of demons dancing wildly!"
Within the range covered by his spiritual thoughts, there are nearly fifty spiritual realms he can sense.
There are those who are curious about him, and there are those who harbor deep malice, and most of them have not noticed it yet.
Zong Shou narrowed his eyes slightly, but he was too lazy to pay attention. But after a while. But his eyes were sharp and he looked towards the south.
But on a galloping road to the east, a cultivator of spiritual realm stood on it.
His face was pale and he was dressed in black. Surrounded by dozens of damaged vehicles. There were more than four hundred corpses.
The blood is just flowing. A true blood sacrifice was formed, and the cultivator's eyes also glowed with red light. His whole body was covered with a layer of blood mist.
"Yuanshi Demon Sect? Blood River Sacrifice! You dare to take the blood of Gu people in Qiantian territory. You are so brave!"
Zong Shou's gaze was sharp, and without moving his sword, he punched directly a hundred and twenty miles away.
The hundred miles of time and space were forcibly folded by this vast force. Then the barrier was shattered.
The sword intent at the peak of the Soul Realm was contained in the fist and struck down violently.
The man in the distance was concentrating on absorbing the traces of blood mist. He was completely unprepared, and when he noticed the sudden blow, he was already avoiding it. His face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were filled with horror.
But at this moment, the void on the other side behind him was also broken open.
A huge devil's palm also struck. A powerful voice came from afar.
"Why are you so angry, Your Majesty? This is a disciple of my Yuanshi Demon Sect in the outer realm. I don't know Your Majesty's rules. In fact, for these civilians whose lives are worthless, why bother-"
Before he could finish his words, fists and palms clashed. The hundred-foot-long demonic palm only resisted for less than half a breath before completely disintegrating.
The punch struck down and directly smashed the demonic monk into pieces!
At this moment, all the monks within hundreds of miles poured in their thoughts from afar.
No matter how low your cultivation level is, you can still sense such violent spiritual energy fluctuations.
And the man's voice was obviously frightened and angry.
"What a Qiantian Demon King, Blood Sword Demon King! You fool, you really don't take our Yuanshi Demon Sect in your eyes! Now that the calamity is approaching, I want to see how you survive this calamity. Three days later, we, the Yuanshi Demon Sect, will definitely slaughter your whole Qiantian City—"
Zong Shou was too lazy to speak, so why did he hold back just now? Will this Yuanshi Demon Sect be merciful
This person has been firmly locked by his thoughts, and through his words, waves of demonic sounds are poured into him. Trying to trigger his fear of this life and death disaster.
The breath, body shape, are constantly changing. Real and virtual, flickering and escaping into the distance.
With a flash of his mind, Zong Shou made the nameless sword fly out of his sleeve. He held it in his hand, and then suddenly struck out with his sword. From top to bottom, slash into the air in front of you.
Then the space in front of him was like a huge canvas being torn apart. The anger is so strong that the sword is cold for thousands of miles!
A hundred miles away, there was also a shrill scream. But with just one sound, silence returned.
Zong Shou's sword light was drawn back and forth. He brought an old man's head back to him.
But he was an old man in his seventies, with a magic bat mark above his eyebrows.
Suddenly he raised his eyebrows in understanding, it turned out to be the old magic bat. After thousands of years, this guy is still a minor BOSS in the God Emperor game.
Unexpectedly, today, he was killed by his sword.
At this time, for hundreds of miles, almost all spiritual realms were as silent as cicadas. (To be continued)RQ