Immortal Emperor's marriage

Chapter 677
After Luo Jiuxuan performed the top-secret immortal technique, his breath swept across the sky like a howling wind, and the sky became gloomy for thousands of miles. Lightning, thunder, mist and clouds could be seen everywhere, as if the blue sky would collapse in the next moment.

He who performed the top-secret immortal technique, not only has a terrifying aura, but also a jaw-dropping speed. His footsteps are flying across the sky, as if suddenly appearing in the sky, and the sky is flashing. In a few breaths, he cut off the retreat of Mo Xilou, tyrannical The breath crushed down, forcing the opponent to vomit blood and fall to the ground!

"Wow"

Mo Xilou fell from the sky like an eagle with broken wings, smashing through the earth, and the groundwater from the depths of the earth bubbled up, forming a huge fountain, which spewed ten thousand feet high.

"Luo Jiuxuan, you can't kill me!"

Mo Xilou stood up from the ground water, roaring ferociously, his hair was disheveled, his face was covered with scars, and his figure was even more embarrassed. He knew that he could not run away, but he is a majestic king, and he will never sit idly by and die in peace. This is tarnishing his reputation dignity!

His hands frantically formed handprints, like butterflies wearing flowers, and countless phantoms arose. Finally, the handprints were fixed, and at the same time, a large mouthful of bloody blood was sprayed from his mouth. Essence blood is the essence and essence of human blood, and there are not many strong monks. , and the amount of essence and blood also represents the spirituality of the human body.

Mo Xilou spat out this big mouthful of essence blood, probably all the essence blood accumulated in his body, his face paled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes quickly became dull, as if he had gone from a prime of life to an old age in an instant.

And the essence and blood he spit out persisted, suspended up and down in the air, washing out a mysterious and unpredictable rhythm, which seemed to be a remarkable magical method.

"Using a large amount of blood as a medium, at the cost of depleting one's own energy, this is an ancient supernatural power, the Flowing Golden Wheel!" Someone in Qingyu pondered for a moment, then his expression changed, and he shouted in surprise.

"Golden Wheel of Flowing Colors? This doesn't seem to be the supernatural power of the Tianfeng Sect?" Many people were puzzled when they heard this.

The person who exclaimed just now replied: "This is indeed not the supernatural power of the Tianfeng Sect, but that Mo Xilou obtained it in the ruins of an ancient sect. Pindazong is not far from each other, its site is 8000-[-] years old, very ancient, when the site was unearthed, many kings took advantage of it, Moxi Tower is one of them."

"What he has acquired is the magical power of the Flowing Color Golden Wheel. Although he has never seen him use it before, this magical power can use such a huge amount of blood as the medium. It is not necessary to think about how terrifying its power is!"

Mo Xilou turned his whole body into supernatural powers, and his breath became even more vain. He was panting like a cow and sweating all over, but he still had a sneer on his face, obviously extremely confident in this supernatural power.

"Xiao Er Luo, this magical power is the last resort of this old man. In terms of power, all the magical powers of the Tianfeng Sect are still inferior. You can push this old man to such a desperate situation. You are indeed qualified to laugh proudly at the world and overlook the mountains and rivers. However, you Absolutely can't kill the old man!"

The last sentence of Mo Xilou was roared, and the voice resounded through the sky, which shows how unwilling he was to be forced to this by Luo Jiuxuan.

"Flowing Color Golden Wheel, kill!"

The price of this supernatural power is extremely high, it consumes all his essence and blood, and it is extremely difficult to make up for the essence and blood. Ordinary pills are useless at all, and even the best heavenly materials and earthly treasures are difficult to make up. Where the root of the spirit lies, hurting the spirit is equivalent to hurting the root. Although it is not fatal, it will also affect the way of practice in the future.

But having said that, the price of using this supernatural power is not small, but the power can indeed turn the faces of countless people!

(End of this chapter)