Chapter 928 Dali

"It's him!"

Luo Tianfeng was suddenly stunned.

No wonder he found this person familiar.

I didn't see this person's methods just now.

After the other party used the Household Escape Light, he completely confirmed the other party's identity. He was one of the elders of the great sect with a foreign surname: "Pure Light Dharma Sage, Que Midu."

Que Midu's expression was solemn, his body-protecting holy armor emerged, and he pulled out a five-color spear from the small realm inside his body.

The front of the soldiers rotated, and the divine light turned into a long river of breath to resist the erosion of blood. At the same time, he also guarded against the two bloody figures in front of him. However, what he cared about most was not the two bloody figures at all. What he cared about most was

A strange saint who casts his blood shadow.

The man's face was pale.

The pale palms were covered with purple-black nails.

He walked like a sick tiger.

The more this happened, the more nervous Que Mitu became. The Dharma Eye told him that there was no trace of illness in this person's spiritual aura.

But he walks like a sick tiger, stands like a sleeping eagle, and has a pair of lowered ghost eyes as bright as stars. He is not bellicose and surprising, but a kind of indifferent and plundering to the extreme.

It was as if he would slit his throat, pry open his head, and devour him alive at any moment.

Even the yin and yang gods were swallowed up completely.

"Who are you?!"

Que Midu stared at the visitor closely and opened his mouth to ask.

He memorizes all the elders, dharma kings, hall masters, and elders in the sect.

However, the person in front of me was indeed too strange.

The strangeness made him reluctant to believe that this was a saint, as if this person had jumped out of the cracks in the rocks, with no previous origins and no feet.

The most important thing is that he didn't realize where the other party was hiding just now.

After he took action, this strange Xu Sage had to take care of the little leader's life, otherwise the moment he relaxed, his head might have moved.

This made Que Midu touch his neck.

It is unimaginable that in just a moment of confrontation, a saint would make such a reckless move under tremendous pressure.

He couldn't get the answer he wanted to his question.

The tall monk in black and red robes who came forward did not introduce himself, and seemed to have no interest in talking at all. He only reflected his eyes.

Like a hunting tiger, it approached slowly and lazily.

A piece of black iron was clenched tightly in his pale palm.

When Tu Shanjun opened his mouth, the fangs hidden in his mouth pierced out, like a great demon saint.

Bathing in the blood-colored lake light at his feet, he took a deep breath and said with a cheerful expression: "I haven't used my peak strength for so many years. I have simply forgotten how to use my full strength."

He used a trick when killing the ancient cedar demon.

The ancient demon had been hungry for thousands of years and had long since become a skinny paper tiger.

Not to mention a Void Saint, even he who has taken the second step can kill the ancient demon as long as he has enough magic power.

There is nothing worth showing off at all.

The person in front of me is different.

With a pure Taoist body, a divine body of peak Qi and Blood, holy armor for body protection, and holy weapons in hand, he is a Void Refining Saint who can truly suppress one side. He might even be recognized by the royal court and be named a count of one side.

Work as a frontier official in a remote area and enjoy a large territory to yourself.

Que Mitu's heart sank when he heard this.

This is not a good thing to hear.

It seemed that the saint who suddenly appeared was some kind of old guy, climbing out of an ancient tomb to admire the scenery of the world. Even though the ghost saint's eyes were very young, Que Midu could still feel the vicissitudes of life on his body.

"Since fellow Taoist has forgotten to take action, why don't you and I give up?"

"King Zuotian is very thirsty for talents."

"I am willing to introduce fellow Taoists to the King of Heaven."

Tu Shanjun asked with a smile: "Is it left or right?"

Que Midu narrowed his eyes but did not answer. He could already feel the extremely strong murderous intent.

It would be really stupid for him to turn a deaf ear at this moment. Without any hesitation, he used the five-color escaping light, and the five elements appeared in front of Luo Tianfeng in a flash.

He mercilessly picked out the holy spear and was about to crush Luo Tianfeng to death.

Bang.

The blood-red terrifying divine gang glowed with light like a planet's star ring, sealing Luo Tian within it.

It is the true spirit of Tiansha.

Qi is like a divine force to avoid all kinds of evil.

This magical power is improved according to the strength of the holy weapon and the main soul. It is better to say that the magical power of the Soul Banner is growth-oriented. As the most relied-upon defensive magical power, even the Great Sage cannot defeat it with one blow.

Shatter this powerful energy into pieces.

Of course, powerful magical powers often consume astronomical amounts of mana.

Que Midu's attack.

The rivers are surging, and the lakes of blood are shaking with huge waves.

Tu Shanjun, who had already used his Dharmakaya, was furious.

He underestimated the Five Elements Cloud Escape of this Taoist body.

Dunguang was actually able to pass through the defense line under the blockade of his dharma body.

However, Que Midu used this only chance to escape to kill Luo Tianfeng.

This may be his worst decision.

"die!"

The roar is like the sound of bells and drums.

Like the holy voice of ancient times, it comes with a chilling sound.

The sky is falling.

This is the first impression of Que Midu.

Because above him, the five-color rays of divine light were completely suppressed by a black and red mysterious light, and a black shadow also bloomed in his eyes. It was not a black shadow at all, but a long-handled hammer wrapped in a banner.

But in the hands of the red-haired saint, this hammer seemed like a divine punishment.

Draw out the holy spear and release the body-protecting energy.

A five-color wheel appeared behind Que Midu. The light of the five elements was like a millstone, and like a pillar trying to hold up the overturned sky.

If it weren't for the fact that this place is the Blood Nirvana Palace and the treasure house of the Asura clan, it might have been turned into powder by the divine light millstone.

Even though he is in the divine palace, his holy power has also risen to the extreme.

Que Midu is like a war god and general who came out of the heavenly palace.

A gun is sacrificed,

The dragon swallows the star.

The sharp blade of cold light caused the sturdy Nirvana Palace to reactively activate the palace protection formation. Dao patterns rotated and inscriptions were engraved. Only then did the palace be protected from being poked into holes by this ground-killing spear.

"Five colors patch up the sky, and the holy spear comes to earth."

“It doesn’t matter if the sky falls, and it doesn’t matter if the earth sinks.”

"I'll do my best!"

"kill!"

When the shot that killed the God of Heaven was released, Que Midu felt confident that he was like an ancient sage coming to look down on the mortal world.

No monk in the same realm dares to avoid the sharp edge, and he is wearing treasured armor. Even if he is hit by the opponent, he will still win in the end.

However, the calmness in his eyes gradually disappeared.

That damn big demon ghost saint attacked with all his strength without any defense at all.

Not even the strong energy that protects the body can be sustained.

Thinking of the horror of the other party's flesh and blood reshaping, Que Midu cursed him as a madman.

Even if he had the means to reshape flesh and blood, he wouldn't be so confident that he wouldn't be afraid of death.
To be continued...