"I said, if you keep your eyes open, stay and never tell lies. If you can't do it, then it will be considered as Xiao's bad faith."
After saying that, Xiao Naihe opened his ten fingers and solidified them into two sharp auras. Then he dug his two fingers together, so fast that even the naked eye could not catch it. It was like breaking through time and space. Even the five senses of the ancestor of Zongheng could not be caught. The instinct of the body seemed to be directly controlled. When the blockade point was picked up, blood immediately dripped from it.
I saw the ancestor of Zongheng’s eyes being gouged out like this! !
"ah!!!"
Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded like breaking the night, and the whole world was shaken by this scream.
This cry made the surrounding cultivators tremble when they heard it.
It was so painful for a semi-saint strong man to make such a sound.
If the Holy Lord does not come out, the Half-Saint will be invincible.
For such a strong man, the screams at this time were filled with endless pain, making it difficult to imagine what kind of damage this ancestor of Zongheng suffered.
"A semi-saint strong man, even if his physical body is destroyed, as long as the original godhead is still there, he can restore himself and his flesh and blood at any time."
"That's not necessarily the case. If you forcibly cut off the opponent's vitality and make it impossible for the opponent to recover on its own, then even a semi-saint strong person will not be able to recover."
"Doesn't that mean that this young man already has the strength of a Cinnabar Semi-Saint?"
"I don't know if he has the strength to kill a semi-saint, but the magic weapon in his hand is very powerful. I'm afraid it is at the level of a holy weapon and can indeed kill a semi-saint."
Speaking of this, the semi-saint level expert showed a deep fear.
I believe that no one dares to look down upon a treasure at the level of a holy weapon. Even a strong man at the semi-saint level would not dare to look down on a late-stage Wuyuan cultivator who possesses a holy weapon.
If one can control the sacred treasures, let alone the late stage Wuyuan, even a cultivator who has just stepped into the Wuyuan realm will threaten the life of a semi-saint level expert.
Therefore, from the very beginning, those who were displeased with Zongheng Ancestor did not dare to deal with him. It was because Zongheng Ancestor had sacred artifacts in his hands that could easily threaten the lives of others. No one was willing to deal with him like this. Dealing with dangerous people.
It's none of your business, just hang up!
The ancestor of Zongheng kept shouting crazily, with a painful and ferocious expression: "Boy, a being who has cultivated to the semi-saint level, not to mention losing his eyes, even if he only has skin and flesh left, he can be reborn with energy and blood. Don't you know?"
"Really? Since you think you can regenerate your energy and blood, you can give it a try!"
Xiao Naihe smiled faintly, and his expression showed a sense of leisure and contentment, as if he was in control of all existence. In front of him, the ancestor of Zongheng was like a clown, which was looked down upon.
In other words, the ancestor of Zongheng who lost his sacred weapon is like a tiger who has lost its claws and no longer poses any threat.
At this time, the ancestor of Zongheng burst out with the power of Qi and blood, and the origin of his body was condensed to the extreme. The power was so powerful that it caused the earth to shake.
And the majestic vitality burst out from his body crazily, as if it was going to crush everything, it was extremely terrifying.
After all, a semi-saint-level powerhouse has indeed reached a state where his vitality is endless and can be restored at any time.
However, even so, even though Zongheng Ancestor was frantically activating his own vitality to recover, he still failed.
At the moment when this wave of vitality was swirling, the eyes of the ancestor of Zongheng were about to be restored, and traces of flesh and blood could be seen constantly emerging, but the next moment, a mysterious force directly forcibly swallowed the flesh and blood of the ancestor of Zongheng. Lose.
Or in other words, that vitality flows directly backwards.
"Ahhh!!"
There was another scream, and at this time, the flesh and blood of Zongheng Ancestor actually shrank back again, and it no longer looked like it had derived qi and blood before.
The two men in black robes standing not far away showed a pair of eyes, and there was a bright light in their eyes, which seemed to be suppressed by this method.
Not only these two men in black robes, but also other semi-saints and late-stage Wuyuan strongmen were present. Seeing the appearance of Zongheng Ancestor, they were all frightened by the ghostly appearance of Zongheng Ancestor, and their faces suddenly changed. .
"What...what's going on?" Even the woman following Tu Shanjin was frightened by the appearance of Zongheng's ancestor.
Only the semi-saints like Tu Shanjin vaguely discovered something. There was a deep fear in their eyes, and he said slowly: "If I am not wrong, the vitality of this ancestor of Zongheng has been blocked. Forced countercurrent will lead to such a situation.
"Countercurrent vitality? Is this really possible?"
"If it can't be done, how can we explain the current appearance of Zongheng Ancestor? I can only say that this young man is too powerful." At this point, Tu Shanjin seemed to have thought of something, turned around and asked: "Xue Qi, Is that boy your teacher?"
"Yes, I have already become a disciple."
When Bing Xueqi talked about Xiao Naihe, her words showed a sense of pride.
Tu Shanjin didn't care, what he really cared about was that Bing Xueqi actually became a disciple.
Because of Bing Xueqi's special status, even Tu Shanjin and even the deans of the other four colleges are semi-saint level beings, but they are not qualified to be Bing Xueqi's teacher, because Bing Xueqi His father is a powerful human saint. If he wants to be the master of the daughter of the saint, he has to be on an equal footing with Bing Yuqian. Even the deans of the five major colleges do not have this qualification.
In other words, in the entire human race, no one can be Bing Xueqi's master except the one from Gaozang Buddhism.
But now, this young boy has actually become Bing Xueqi's master. This is what really surprises Tu Shanjin.
"Being a disciple of Mr. Xiao is indeed a big deal."
Su Yongnan next to him nodded, seemingly not surprised at all.
But in Tushan, it sounded something else: "Dean Su Yongnan, do you know that young man?"
"Of course I know him, because he is a student of our Suzaku Academy. Of course, his status as a student is very special. Even Dean Tu can't understand it."
A student from Suzaku Academy? Despite his virtue and ability, he could actually be Bing Xueqi's teacher.
At this moment, the woman who was following him spoke again, "Master, I remember where I saw that young master."
"Xiaoqing, tell me!"
"The last time he was at the Royal Academy, this young master once represented the Suzaku Academy..."
Later, Tu Shanjin learned about Xiao Naihe's record at the Royal Academy from his apprentice's words.
Although he stands out in the competition, it seems that there is no way to really resonate with Tu Shanjin.
"Xiao Naihe? What is the identity of this young man?"
Su Yongnan didn't say anything more. It was normal for Tu Shan not to know, but Su Yongnan was very aware of some things about Xiao Naihe. Su Yongnan also knew some of what happened at Gaozang Buddhism.
Su Yongnan knew that the young man in front of him was not a semi-saint, but like their human saint and the master of Gaozang Buddhism, he was the top being among the human race.
Therefore, even if Bing Xueqi becomes my boy's disciple, it is not a shameful thing, but a very glorious thing.
Just as the two deans were talking here, on the other side, the ancestor of Zongheng screamed crazily, his voice filled with pain and his expression ferocious:
"Boy, what did you do to me?"
The ancestor of Zongheng found that the vitality in his body was flowing back, and he was unable to produce flesh and blood. The most important thing was that his power continued to decline at this time.
This method frightened and frightened the ancestor of Zongheng, and he wanted to resist, but he didn't dare.
Because he knew that it was too terrifying for Xiao Naihe to do such a thing. This was something that the ancestor of Zongheng had never encountered before.
"I just did something by the way and used some tricks when I took away your eyes. I didn't kill you, I just destroyed most of your godhead. It's your misfortune. What a blessing."
While Xiao Naihe was speaking, the Jielong Stone above his head floated into the air, and suddenly turned into a meteor, hitting the chain hard.
Click click click.
Suddenly, the sacred weapon that the ancestor of Zongheng had always been proud of was violently smashed by the Jielong Stone.
A stream of holy energy emerged from the chain and was directly absorbed by the Jielong Stone.
Seeing such a scene, the surrounding semi-saints all showed deep fear.
It's a holy weapon again, and this holy weapon is much stronger than the chain of the ancestor.
Everyone looked at Xiao Naihe's Realm Dragon Stone, feeling fearful and showing a burst of brilliance.
Everyone wants a sacred weapon, but no one dares to touch the sacred weapon until the master's mark has been erased.
"My holy weapon, old man, I will fight you tooth and nail."
The ancestor of Zongheng shouted crazily, with murderous intent reaching the sky, and rushed towards Xiao Naihe. The powerful source burned at this moment, and it seemed that he was going to die together with Xiao Naihe.
"act recklessly."
Xiao Naihe snorted coldly. Xiao Naihe should have killed him long ago according to what Zongheng Ancestor did before.
If he is left alive now, not only will the other party not leave, but he will fight Xiao Naihe desperately.
I saw a flash of light in Xiao Naihe's eyes, and he also snorted coldly.
Hoo ho ho.
A burst of sharp energy was immediately released from his body, violently erupting into a whirlpool and impacting out.
Under this powerful force, the ancestor of Zongheng was directly knocked away and screamed, not knowing where he was hit.
However, the masters present knew that the blow just now was fatal to the ancestor of Zongheng.
"When I first crossed my ancestors, I was afraid that even if I was immortal, it would be no different from death." (To be continued)