Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 573
The rippling blue waves woven with the help of chopped fox fur are harmless, but they can block people's sight. The three Martial Emperors can naturally see this. Straight into.

But the three of them had just entered the rules of Shui Linghu, when a figure stood in front of Shui Linghu like a ghost.

Two bolts of lightning flashed across the emotionless pitch-black eyes under those masks, and a lightning-like blaze of light flashed between the heavens and the earth.

Three huge human heads flew into the air in the light of the sword, and the real bodies of the three fifth-level martial emperors were destroyed by a single blow.

Three beams of light burst out from the blood-spitting corpse, but because they were deeply trapped in the ruled ocean of the water spirit fox, their speed was greatly reduced, and the three horrified screams stopped abruptly with the appearance of a Yin-Yang Taiji diagram.

The three Supreme Elders of the Wu Ling Sect fell at the same time in the blink of an eye.

Shen Suanzi's pupils contracted sharply, and he groaned in pain. Although he repeatedly reminded him to be careful of the spirit of swallowing the sky, he was still unable to guard against it. In the blink of an eye, three fifth-level martial emperors were killed like this. No body remained.

The scene in front of him made Shen Shuzi have a new understanding of the strength of the spirit of swallowing the sky. No wonder even the gods in the void are afraid of his existence.

But at this moment, a blinding Baizhang sword light rose into the sky, and the elder of the Wuling Sect who was entangled with Mu Linghu retreated in pain, and blood spurted from his bare shoulders Right after he retreated violently, the Yin-Yang Tai Chi Diagram suddenly appeared, and he swallowed it with his mouth wide open.

"hide!"

The divine fortune-teller screamed, the Supreme Elder of the Wuling Cult had already realized something was wrong, and tried his best to dodge to the side, but before it was too late, a white light suddenly hit his chest, knocking his whole body away. Crashed into the big mouth of the yin-yang fish.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Bai Ying turned into a giant silver-white tiger, it was the Wood Spirit Tiger.

The sword light dissipated, and the two hundred black-armored swordsmen held the giant sword in the same posture, and the afterglow of the sword light flickered on the tip of the sword.

The sword that cut off the arm of the Martial Emperor's master came from the hands of this group of swordsmen who only had the cultivation of Wu Zong.

Wu Zong hurt Wu Huang?
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would laugh out loud if you told it.

But it just happened for real.

Shen Suanzi understood the mysteries of heaven and earth, and when he looked back at the scene just happened, his face was extremely ugly.

He felt that Mo Lin's strength had been exalted by sending five fifth-level Martial Emperors. After all, according to the information passed to him by the Dharma King, Mo Lin's three spirits were only as good as fifth-level Martial Emperors, and Mo Lin and Tun Tianzhi Ling, only the strength of a first or second level Martial Emperor.

Now that Mo Lin was isolated from the battlefield by himself, with five fifth-level Martial Emperors against three third-level Martial Emperors plus one first-level Martial Emperor, no matter how you looked at it, it was a sure-fire deal for catching snails with three fingers.

Never would he have thought that the strength of the Heaven Swallowing Spirit was beyond his imagination, and it was not at all the early stage of the Tiangang Realm that the Great Sun Dharma King said, it had obviously entered the middle stage!
What surprised Shen Suanzi the most was the Sword God Legion.

They obviously only have Wu Zong's cultivation base, and 200 people teamed up can seriously injure the Wu Huang master. Although the sword was suspected of sneak attack, the one whose arm was cut off was the fifth-level Wu Huang.

How much strength does this Mo Lin hide?

Seeing the four companions fall at the same time, the last remaining elder of the Wu Ling Sect, his face turned livid with fright, and he teleported away several miles away.

The remaining soldiers and horses of the Wu Ling Sect thought that they would be sure to win by mobilizing the five Empress Wu, but they never thought that the reversal would come so suddenly. Four of the five top powerhouses were killed in the blink of an eye. The subordinates took the opportunity to kill.

Mo Lin looked at the battlefield below indifferently, and Wuji's voice kept ringing in his mind. In addition to what he saw with his eyes, the casualties on the battlefield were also transmitted to his ears through Wuji's voice immediately.

At this time, Mo Lin's position was obviously not on the same plane as the battlefield. He could see everything on the battlefield, but the people on the battlefield couldn't see his existence, just like two completely staggered parallel worlds.

Mo Lin knew that this was the power of rules. With his talent, he couldn't see the mystery of it for a while. Fortunately, he could communicate with Wuji through soul voice transmission, and through him he could command the entire battlefield more accurately.

It was his handwriting to instantly kill four fifth-level martial emperors.

Mo Lin didn't know how many Martial Emperor masters still hadn't been used by God's Operator, but from the information collected by Shura Patriarch, there were about 70 Martial Emperor-level powerhouses in the Wuling Sect, including the leader, including the ancestors of the past dynasties. , even if the leader took half of the people to attack the Momen camp, there would still be at least [-] Martial Emperor masters who did not use them.

Mo Lin can only hope to win this game of chess if he makes a surprise move in the shortest possible time.

"Merlin."

Just as Mo Lin was guessing who Shen Suanzi might send out next, Shen Suanzi's voice reached his ears.

"That white-clothed female doll must be a descendant of the Jiuli tribe."

Hearing what Shen Suanzi said, Mo Lin's heart twitched for no reason. He looked at the void in front of him and didn't respond.

"As for the girl in red, Meiwu dances so well, she must have the blood of the Meizu, and the descendants of the two great families with the blood of God are all serving you. It is indeed enviable."

"What do you want to say?"

Mo Lin suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart. He knew that Ouyang Xueqing possessed divine blood, but it was the first time he had heard of the fact that Yueniang's Meizu also had divine blood inheritance.

The so-called divine blood is the name given to the bloodlines of several races in the prehistoric era.

Legend has it that there were nine major races in the Eight Wilds at that time, and they were respected as the Protoss because of their blood talent against the sky.

Later, there was a great melee in the Eight Wastes, and the nine major races became extinct one after another. The descendants of the descendants were only the Jiuli clan who survived stubbornly. Mo Lin also had some general understanding of this.

(End of this chapter)