Strange power permeated from the broken porcelain. Strange to say, those flesh and blood that had been blasted to pieces slowly flew back from the ground and healed again.
The selfless elder was resurrected, but there were a few more hideous cracks on his head, like a fine spider web, exuding a thick bloody light, densely packed, looking extremely scary.
"What did you just see?"
Nangong Bamo asked again, with a strong sense of anxiety in his tone.
He originally thought that after reaching the semi-holy realm, he would be considered a master in the new world, especially when he forcibly broke into the Sea of Reincarnation before, and was able to leave it unscathed, which made him think highly of himself.
can now.
A series of things beyond his grasp made Nangong Yanmo deeply aware.
This world... is bigger and more dangerous than I imagined.
"Mill, a huge mill, with nine dragon heads growing on it!"
Forget me back.
"Mopan? How weird is this ranking?"
Elder Wangqing was also very curious at the moment, and couldn't help but move closer to him.
"It's not on record, but it's definitely much more powerful than the previous Phoenix Blood Ancient Tree."
It's up to you to say... Nangong Bamo looked at the seriously injured Elder Selfless, and thought with disdain in his heart.
"Then under what circumstances would there be no records?"
Elder Wangqing's question seemed a bit stupid.
But self-forgetfulness still explained very seriously:
"There are probably two possibilities. The first possibility is that this kind of weirdness has never been encountered before, and the other possibility is that everyone who has encountered this kind of weirdness is dead."
He shook his neck, and the crisp clicking sound came to people's ears, which seemed very strange in this gloomy and dark forest.
"No matter from which point of view, this weirdness is extremely dangerous."
"She's dead! If she succeeds this time, I'll swallow this ancient tree next to me whole!"
Having been slapped in the face by Nangong Momo many times, he was furious in his heart, and at this moment, his head became hot, and he swore a poisonous oath.
It is believed that no matter how strong a person is, there is a limit.
"I hope so..."
Nangong Yanmo was already numb and could only sigh helplessly.
…
Above the robbery cloud.
Jiang Zirou looked at the huge monster in front of him and stopped.
What appeared in front of me was a huge disc with a diameter of about 100 feet. Around the disc, nine dragon heads were lined up in sequence, and the intervals between them were very regular. The rancid breath came from the dragon heads, as if soaked in water. Corpses that have been in the river for more than ten days.
now.
These dragon heads opened their mouths, thick blood fell like a waterfall, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"What's this?"
Jiang Zirou stared intently, with mysterious symbols flowing in her clear eyes.
Only then did she discover that the disk was not made of some kind of metal or similar dead objects, but was formed by the intertwined bodies of nine real dragons.
"Somewhat similar to the legendary Mouse King in the previous life..."
The rat king is a phenomenon in which several different rat tails are entangled and have to grow together. In some historical legends, it symbolizes plague, death, disaster... It is a terrible omen that is enough to make one's hair stand on end.
The Nine Dragons Mill in front of him is undoubtedly much more dangerous.
"True dragons are rare enough, and you can only find one or two in the world, but here are nine true dragons made into such terrifying and strange existences..."
Just as she was deep in thought, the weird millstone also came to life.
"Crack!"
Some kind of terrible mutation seemed to be happening in the millstone. A shrill roar came from it, and the nine pairs of dragon pupils opened one after another. It was pitch black and lifeless.
"I don't have time to wait for you to slowly recover..."
Jiang Zirou took a deep breath, her hair flew up, the Buddha's light shone thousands of miles, layers of glazed pure land spread, and in the blink of an eye, a huge Buddha and demon phantom like a sacred mountain appeared behind her.
"Tathagata Divine Palm·Thirteenth Form·Union of God and Devil!"
Striking with all his strength, one blow would separate life and death. Jiang Zirou raised his hand, and the phantom behind him also raised his hand and pressed down hard.
"boom!"
A dull voice came, Jiang Zirou's palm seemed like a pillar of heaven, piercing the Nine Dragons Mill from top to bottom, but it felt very strange, as if he was trapped in a ball of cotton, and only 10% of his strength could be exerted. Thirty to forty percent.
Kowloon Mopan has fully recovered.
The dragon's head opened wide, its fangs were sharp, and the cold light shone, desperately biting the Buddha's palm as thick as a pillar of heaven. After a while, bursts of tingling pain also came to Jiang Zirou's perception.
"You forced me to do this!"
The pain she hadn't seen for a long time made Jiang Zirou a little angry. She saw the entangled grinding disc formed by the dragon's body spread out, and locked the thick Buddha's palm firmly in it, unable to move.
"Phoenix Blood Boiling!"
"laugh!"
Shrouded in the shadows, the pitch-black Demon Buddha quickly turned red gold, and a burst of white mist rose high. Afterwards, the golden flames began to spread and burn blazingly, engulfing the entire Nine Dragons Mill in it.
"Too empty!"
Jiang Zirou opened his arms, a red scale shattered between his eyebrows, and a rich aura flowed into his body.
Under the blessing of Taixu Huashen Chapter, the vision behind him grew taller again, covering half of the sky behind him. When he looked up, he couldn't see the sun, moon and stars, but only a pair of bloody and majestic eyes.
"boom!"
It was another slap.
This time, the Tathagata God's palm swelled several times, and the huge palm pressed the entire millstone in it. With a "poof", the feeling of blood splashing came along the vision.
I was overjoyed.
With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the huge vision behind him.
But he saw in front of his eyes, a huge palm print appeared on the wide battlefield, with thick cracks spreading. In this palm print, a mass of flesh and blood was burning with a golden fire, blazing like a scorching sun.
"it's over… "
The Nine Dragons Mill is far more terrifying than the Ancient Phoenix Blood Tree.
But when Jiang Zirou stepped into the realm of a saint, his strength increased even more terrifyingly. In addition, the natural restraint and weirdness of the phoenix blood talent, so the second hurdle on this road is actually easier than the first hurdle.
"Let's see how the harvest is."
Jiang Zirou closed her eyes, and sure enough, a brand new talent appeared in her body.
[Talent·Longwei]
"This talent is used to strengthen divine sense!"
"Clang!"
A crisp sword cry appeared in her hand. Of course, what appeared this time was not the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow that had been broken into three pieces, but a unique skill "Yuan Shen Dao Sword" that Jiang Zirou had learned earlier.
The three-foot long sword is as thin as a cicada's wing.
The blade of the sword is like autumn water, with a light flick, the rippling waves look beautiful, more like a work of art than a flying weapon.
This sword was condensed by Jiang Zirou's spiritual thoughts.
But how powerful her divine sense is now, the weapons transformed by the invisible divine sense must be no different from those divine weapons in appearance, and the power is much greater.