Chapter 1741

"Laughing at the blood demon holy king without plan, laughing at your stupidity... well, don't you want to deal with it? Now it's a big chance, just let me try it. Now I want to kill a holy king, and how much will it cost?" strength."

Xu Wuzhou said slowly.

"you wanna die!"

When the fat monk saw this, he also didn't talk to Xu Wuzhou any more, and directly activated the power of deep listening, turning into the posture of the psychic beast lying under the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva scripture table in the past, and suppressed Xu Wuzhou away.

"Suppressing the Promise Gate!"

Xu Wuzhou didn't dodge or dodge, because he said, to try how much strength he needs to kill a holy king now.

Buzz buzz!

Countless brilliance gathered in the sky, and among the intertwined laws of Taoist rhyme and talisman pattern, an incomparably huge door formed, piercing the heavens and the earth.

As the terrifying coercion fell, the fat monk couldn't help shrinking his pupils, and said, "This is... the emperor's secret?"

This Xu Wuzhou really has the emperor's secret!

Xu Wuzhou, who was recognized by the fat monk as possessing the emperor's secret, was not in a hurry.

The matter has come to this, the next is the battle of life and death, so what if you recognize it?

After all, death is inevitable!

"Huh... Emperor Secret, but the person who cast it is a waste, and it is also useless!"

After the initial shock, the fat monk sneered and said.

That's right, although Emperor Secret is strong and can make up for many things, it is still limited.

This is related to the strength of the person performing it.

For example, if Xu Wuzhou used the Emperor Secret and the Blood Demon Saint King to fight head-on, it would be impossible to kill the other party.

Even the seventh sword of Nirvana Sword!

There is a big gap between the two sides, not to mention, and who is the blood demon king?

Not only is the Saint King peak, he is even preparing to attack the Great Saint.

Such a character, not to mention Xu Wuzhou, the peak saint, is fearless against any peak saint king.

However, the fat monk in front of him is not a blood demon holy king, but only a mere first-level holy king, so why should Xu Wuzhou be afraid of it!

"Especially now that your cultivation base has fallen, and you will soon be unable to maintain the Saint Realm...Emperor Secret? I think it's a joke to you, so just leave it to me obediently!"

After saying that, the fat monk who wanted to defeat Xu Wuzhou in one breath burst out with all his strength, mobilizing the thin blood in his body to the extreme.

In an instant, a figure appeared in the world... It gathered the images of beasts in one body, and gathered the beauty of all things into one body!

There are tiger head, unicorn, dog ears, dragon body, lion tail, unicorn feet... It seems to be listening to you!

"Watch me kill you directly!"

The fat monk said confidently.

"Oh? Then I have to take a good look at how you are going to kill me."

After finishing speaking, the black bowl of liquid in Xu Wuzhou's body continued to be consumed.

After many repairs, the quality of the black bowl liquid in Xu Wuzhou's body is also frighteningly high.

Now the rolling black bowl of liquid is constantly being consumed, and Xu Wuzhou's aura is also rising steadily.

From the original saint realm, it is unstable, and it keeps rising, the second rank, the third rank... the ninth rank of saint, the pinnacle of saint!

Xu Wuzhou recovered to the peak of a saint in an instant!

With the recovery of Xu Wuzhou's cultivation base, Tianzhen Wuji Gate also bloomed with incomparable brilliance, illuminating the whole world, and then with the infinite emperor's prestige, he faced the fat monk's evolution of the God of Truth and suppressed it!

"how is this possible!"

Seeing this scene, the fat monk was dumbfounded, and couldn't believe it at all.

Although he didn't know much about No Man's Land, he also knew that once one's cultivation was cut off in No Man's Land, it would be extremely difficult and costly to recover.

Let alone the Holy King who had just entered the no-man's land.

Above the saints, they can protect themselves with their own avenues, and then reduce the erosion of no man's land, let alone the saint kings.

Although the Holy King of the Blood Demon entered the no-man's land for a period of time, and broke out his full combat power several times on the way, but he is respected as the peak of the Holy King, and he is still a figure who is ready to attack the Great Saint.

But what about Xu Wuzhou?

Isn't this son just the pinnacle of a saint?

Even if this evildoer is so tyrannical and terrifying, it may not be possible for him to have such heaven-defying means!

"Could it be his hole card? It must be..."

The more the fat monk thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. Not only did he have the six-character mantra and the emperor's secret, but he also had the cards to restore his combat power in no man's land. Once he killed Xu Wuzhou and captured all these, he would make a lot of money!

"This son must be killed!"

Thinking about it, the fat monk rushed towards the Tiantian Wuji Gate that had been suppressed down, and he wanted to use the power of a beast to break this overbearing emperor's secret!

As everyone knows, just as the two sides met each other, the fat monk felt the out-and-out suppression of the emperor's prestige, as if it was not Xu Wuzhou who was performing it, but the young supreme being performing it himself, directly blasting his phantom of listening truth, together with Together with his whole body, he slapped the ground directly!

"Di Ting's beast is extremely extraordinary, but it's a pity that his blood is too thin, and it seems that he doesn't have enough mystic skills, even if he is a holy king, how can he be the opponent of Tiantian Wuji Sect."

Xu Wuzhou didn't change his face, he was expecting this result.

He has thoroughly comprehended the various laws of Zhentian Supreme, and he has a very deep understanding of the emperor's secret created by Zhentian Supreme.

Even if it is not as good as Zhentian Zhizun performing it himself, it is not much better.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

The fat monk who was wounded in the battle with the blood demon holy king kept coughing up blood and looked at Xu Wuzhou in astonishment.

He actually lost?

With the one blow just now, he is not as good as the saint Xu Wuzhou?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible... Even if he has the means to restore his cultivation, isn't he just a peak saint? Even if he has the emperor's secret in his hand, I am a saint king. How could I not be as good as him? he!"

The fat monk looks like he's insane, he can't beat the Blood Demon Holy King, but now even the human youth can't stand it, which makes his Buddha's heart frantically shaken!

"Have you finished your last words? Then let's go on the road."

Xu Wuzhou approached step by step, and was about to take the fat monk's life.

Now it is in no man's land, everywhere is dangerous, he can kill as much as he can, and he doesn't want to cause trouble.

What's more, even if his black bowl of liquid is enough, he doesn't want to consume it for no reason, because the blood demon king is not dead yet, so he dare not waste it.

"Wait, we can cooperate, we can deal with the Blood Demon King together..."

The fat monk said hurriedly.

He was really afraid that Xu Wuzhou would really kill himself.

"All three of you are no match for the Holy Blood Demon King, let alone you alone... let's go." Xu Wuzhou was about to make a killing move, but he couldn't help but pause.

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