Su Zimo moved slightly.
The power of the Panlong Seal was beyond his expectation!
This burst of power may threaten the monks in the early stages of the Golden Core!
What's more important is that the foundation-building monk's dantian is in the form of a spiritual sea and has not condensed into a pill.
Only Jindan Zhenren can exert the true power of the innate spiritual weapon!
When the time comes, Su Zimo is also looking forward to what kind of grace this dragon seal will show.
There was a squeak.
The stone door opened and Ji Yaoxue walked out.
Eyes facing each other.
Su Zimo smiled and nodded to reassure her.
Ji Yaoxue's cheeks were slightly red and she also pursed her lips and smiled.
Su Zimo waved gently, and the Coiling Dragon Seal quickly shrank into an exquisite small seal, turned into a stream of light, and returned to the storage bag.
Su Zimo walked slowly to the exit of the corridor, raised his toes, and returned the blood-tempered knife to his palm.
During the whole process, the monks in white shirts, Jun Hao, and Si Yutang did not dare to move, and remained as silent as a cicada!
Su Zimo's every move and look made the three of them feel tremendous pressure and frightened, as if they would die on the spot at any time!
This is an almost invincible aura!
The three people's eyes flickered, and they were all thinking about the same thing.
How to escape!
The Panlong Seal suppressed not only one war corpse, but also the last remaining thoughts of resistance among the three people disappeared into thin air.
The white-robed monk was the first to speak. On his face, which looked like a mourning concubine, he could barely squeeze out a smile. He cupped his fists and said, "I admire Tao's friendly methods."
"I can't compare to you. You are the one who can suppress the monsters on Divine Phoenix Island." Su Zimo looked at the white-robed monk with a half-smile.
The white-robed monk looked embarrassed and forced a smile: "Fellow Daoist, you are joking. Your method can suppress the monsters of Divine Phoenix Island. I am far behind."
Su Zimo didn't answer, but the long knife in his hand shook, and the blood-tempered knife burst out with streaks of blood again, with murderous intent soaring to the sky!
After all, the blood-tempered sword is a perfect spiritual weapon, and it is also fused with Su Zimo's blood. Even if it is contaminated by the evil and filthy blood of the war corpse, its edge cannot be concealed.
The monk in white shirt felt Su Zimo's murderous intention, his heart trembled, and he said quickly: "You can't kill me."
"oh?"
Su Zimo asked back without raising his eyes.
The white-shirted monk calmed down and said in a deep voice: "You should know the status of the Corpse Refining Sect in the Tianhuang Continent. If you hurt my life, you will be hunted down by the Corpse Refining Sect!"
"Ha, even if I kill you...who knows?"
Su Zimo smiled slightly.
The monk in white shirt was speechless.
Jun Hao and Si Yutang felt a chill!
The implication of Su Zimo's words is to silence him!
After killing all three of them, what happened here will never be spread.
There was another sentence that Su Zimo didn't say.
Not to mention your Corpse Refining Sect, even among the nine sects of the Immortal Sect, the Seven Sects of the Demon Sect, and the Six Buddhist Temples, I have killed several of them, including you!
Zheng!
The blade trembled, and a stunning flash of blood flashed out.
Su Zimo took action again. In his palm, the huge blade seemed agile and light. When he moved forward, ripples appeared in the air.
The monk in white shirt changed color in shock.
This knife looked obviously unpleasant, but he had a feeling that he couldn't avoid it.
When the monks of the Corpse Refining Sect lose their fighting corpses, they lose most of their combat power.
Facing the terrifying sword skills of the Sword Emperor Ding Haijuan, he could not parry at all. With one mistake, he felt a coldness in his throat and a tearing pain!
A red bloodstain appeared on the throat, getting bigger and clearer!
next moment.
Blood mist spurted out.
"Ho ho..."
Deep in the throat of the white-robed monk, there was a strange cry, and there was a look of unwillingness in his eyes. He fell on his back, his eyes gradually dimming and lifeless.
Cut his throat with a knife!
After killing the Corpse Refining Sect monk, Su Zimo turned around and walked directly towards Jun Hao and the others without any hesitation.
"It was all Jun Hao's idea. I, I, I was forced to have no choice, so I chose the wrong path."
Seeing that the situation was not good, Si Yutang knelt on the ground with a plop, placed his palms on the storage bag seemingly unintentionally, and cried bitterly, without any dignity of a cultivator.
Si Yutang burst into tears and said in a trembling voice: "Fellow Daoist Su, please, please give me a chance..."
Su Zimo had no pity for a lowly person like Si Yutang.
Today, in order to save his life, this person can kneel in front of him and cry.
Tomorrow, this person will be able to stab him in the back!
Su Zimo came to Si Yutang, spoke condescendingly, and said calmly: "Sometimes, once you choose the wrong path, there is no way out."
Hearing Su Zimo say these words, the last illusion in Si Yutang's heart was shattered.
Si Yutang's palms were always placed on the storage bag.
Now, suddenly there was a dagger flashing in the palm of his hand.
Si Yutang's crying stopped suddenly, his face instantly darkened, his eyes were filled with resentment, and he said in a cold voice: "Since you won't let me live, I will kill you first!"
Si Yutang held the dagger and stabbed Su Zimo straight into the chest!
This is totally a sneak attack.
Unfortunately, his thoughts could never be hidden from Su Zimo's spiritual sense.
The moment Si Yutang jumped up, Su Zimo stretched out his palm, dropped from the sky, came last, and hit Si Yutang's Tianling Cap hard.
Snapped!
Si Yutang's head was like tofu, he was patted to pieces by Su Zimo, without saying a word, he died on the spot.
At the same time that Si Yutang took action, Jun Hao also made a decision and mobilized his spiritual power with all his strength. All seven spiritual veins lit up, and his body flashed and he rushed towards Ji Yaoxue at the door of the stone room.
Right now, Ji Yaoxue is his only chance of survival!
As long as he can capture Ji Yaoxue, he will have enough leverage to negotiate terms with Su Zimo!
Jun Hao rushed over, but found that Ji Yaoxue was motionless, just looking at him quietly.
There seemed to be a trace of mockery and a trace of pity in his eyes.
suddenly!
From the corner of his eye, Jun Hao caught a glimpse of a streak of blood rushing towards him like thunder, arriving in an instant!
The sound of whining is breathtaking.
But while Su Zimo was killing Si Yutang, he threw out the blood-tempered knife in his hand.
With no time to react, Jun Hao only saw a flash of blood.
Immediately afterwards, Jun Hao felt a sharp pain in his ribs, and his whole body was hit by a huge force and flew away!
when!
Jun Hao was penetrated by Su Zimo's blood-tempered knife and was firmly nailed to the stone wall!
This knife was extremely powerful. The blade penetrated most of the stone wall, and the handle was still buzzing and trembling!
Jun Hao's eyes were wide open and his mouth was open. Blood kept pouring out and he couldn't stop it no matter what.
This knife could not help but penetrate his body, destroy his internal organs, and cut off his life!
"you… "
Jun Hao reluctantly raised his arm and pointed at Su Zimo, as if he wanted to say something.
After a long pause, Jun Hao turned his head to one side, stared at his eyes, and died.
In just one cup of tea, all three of them died!