The second generation of the most powerful saint in history

Chapter 841

After a while, Zhang Mo and the master Shengjun also started fighting.

Immediately, there was a huge momentum, and a depressive atmosphere permeated the air, and the two fought fiercely in the sky above the heads of everyone fighting.

The aftermath of the magic splash fell to the ground, easily smashing the buildings on the ground, and even punched a big hole in the ground with unabated power.

The two of you come and go, and for a while, you can't see the difference.

However, as the battle between the two continued, the sky above their heads became more gloomy and heavy, as if a heavy rain was coming, so the rain clouds gathered and the thunder flickered inadvertently.

In fact, this is the reaction of the power of the rules of the Immortal Realm sensing the power far beyond the limit of the Heavenly Dao Realm. Zhang Mo and the man in Tianting are both saints. Such a cultivation realm should no longer belong to the Immortal Dao bounded.

The two continued to fight with all their strength, and the result was that both of them were rejected by the Immortal World, and Feisheng was forcibly picked up by the guiding light.

Therefore, before that, the two must decide the outcome.

As a result, both of them had some urgency in their hearts, and they shot with all their strength without reservation.

After a moment of confrontation and probing, you come and go, one after another, it is the deadly big move.

After two or three moves like this, it is finally easy for people to tell the difference.

At this moment, it was Zhang Mo who had the upper hand!

Although Zhang Mo has stayed in the Immortal Realm for a long time, he may not be as good as the master of the sage in Heaven in terms of magic weapons, but in terms of talent and accumulation, Zhang Mo is definitely better!
When both of them made big moves one after another, Zhang Mo still had the upper hand.

Seeing this scene from afar, Dao Xun nodded slightly. As expected, he was right. Zhang Mo is enough to solve the crisis in the Immortal Realm this time.

So, the little mink who picked up and turned into the main body was ready to leave, but this time he was leaving, but he was going back to the wild world and left the fairy world.

Just when he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a powerful aura appearing from the sky above Lin City. This aura was full of tyrannical and bloodthirsty feelings. There was no sign before it appeared, as if it appeared out of thin air.

Dao Xun had to stop and looked towards the place where the breath was.

That was the place where Zhang Mo and the master of the sage in Tianting fought, but at this time, with the appearance of this tyrannical aura, another figure appeared beside the master of the sage in Tianting, and that tyrannical aura, then Exactly what emanated from that figure.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the master, Zhang Mo stepped back cautiously, staring at this figure nervously and very vigilantly.

There is no doubt that this figure has at least the cultivation base of the late saint king. In terms of cultivation alone, it surpasses Zhang Mo. Moreover, with the master of the saint king who fought with him before, he will never win again. possible.

"Could it be that the fate of the Immortal Realm is really to be enslaved by extraterrestrial forces?" Zhang Mo felt sad in his heart, and he couldn't help asking the sky.

The other cultivators in the fight were stunned for a moment when they saw the strong man appearing suddenly, and then showed sadness. Many people were in a trance for a while, and murmured: "God will kill me, a cultivator in the fairy world!"

Some of them cried even more sadly, not because they were afraid, but because of hopelessness. The sudden appearance of a strong man made them no longer see any hope, as if they could see a ray of light in front of them. The world suddenly fell into complete darkness, hopeless darkness.

The moving cries of countless practitioners made the heaven and the earth feel touched, and a rain of blood fell, as if the heaven and the earth in the fairy world were mourning together.

But the figure who suddenly appeared beside the master of the sage in the heavenly court just stuck out his tongue and sprinkled the rain of blood on the corner of his mouth, grinning ferociously, "Blood, I like it!"

And the masters of the sages in the court that day seemed to have no respect for this existence with a higher cultivation level than him, but looked at Zhang Mo, and at the cultivators in the immortal world who were already at a disadvantage, coldly The command said: "Fix them!"

"Yes!" The master who appeared suddenly, although his cultivation base was higher than that of the Holy Monarch, seemed to obey him, and replied mechanically and stiffly.

At this time, Dao Xun in the distance, after seeing the strong man who suddenly appeared, was also a little surprised for a moment.

So much so that it wasn't until the expert shot at Zhang Mo that he came back to his senses and spit out three words: "Dragon Blood Corpse!"

That's right, the master who suddenly appeared was not a living cultivator, but a bloodthirsty monster made from the corpse of a strong man and the blood of the dragon clan, the dragon blood corpse!
In the past, some dragon blood corpses of saints and holy spirits were found in the Dragon Valley. Dao Xun quickly recognized them when he saw them again.

It's no wonder that he didn't sense the aura of other masters in Lin City before. This dragon blood corpse is just a puppet that can fight. It is also possible to store it as an item in a magic weapon.

However, what surprised and puzzled Dao Xun was that this dragon blood corpse actually had the strength of a holy king, which was much higher than those dragon blood corpses he had seen in Dragon Valley before.

Whose corpse and blood of which dragon was it made of?

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the dragon must be an existence far beyond the realm of the holy king, and there are not many such dragons. With such strength, have they also fallen into the hands of the heavenly court?
Thinking of these, Dao Xun couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency, there is not much left for him in the world, and his cultivation is not enough, far from enough!
The current situation does not allow Dao Xun to think too much. After thinking about it for a while, I am afraid that Zhang Mo will die in the hands of this dragon blood corpse.

With a sigh, Dao Xun took a step forward, and in one step, he had already arrived in front of Zhang Mo from the tall building in the city where he was standing on the sidelines.

Facing the sharp claws extended by the dragon blood corpse, he slapped it straight away.

The dragon blood corpse was surprised to see a person suddenly appearing, but when Dao Xun slapped it with his fleshy palm, he smiled ferociously. The dragon blood corpse has sharp claws that are not weaker than those of the dragon clan, and it is comparable to a god. weapon.

However, his smile didn't last long, and soon changed to a furious expression.

Because, under Dao Xun's seemingly random palm, his entire right hand disappeared.

The dragon blood corpse doesn't feel pain, so it didn't let out a cry of pain, but was furious, without any sense at all, and attacked Dao Xun again.

"Hmph, you are a monster that shouldn't exist in the world. You are full of contradictions and weaknesses. How dare you fight with me?" Daoxun snorted coldly, but this time he no longer fought the dragon blood corpse with brute force, but dodged to hide However, the power of luck was then used.

In an instant, the dragon blood corpse roared angrily and helplessly. It was imprisoned by an inexplicable force, and as Dao Xun said, its body was destroyed by itself from the inside to the outside, as if there was something in it. He repels and fights with each other in his body.

what is itIt is his own body and blood, and the soul that is forced into it and only knows fighting.

(End of this chapter)