v3 Chapter 244： to holy

The white feathers fluttered away.

Su Changxing appeared on the side of the towering attic, his skin was grayish white, his nails became pointed and long, his eyes became scarlet, he looked like a zombie.

Through the ability of cadaverization, he can temporarily transform himself into a zombie-like creature, greatly increasing various basic values.

After breaking through the fifth level, his various values ​​have exceeded fifty, approaching sixty, and his physique has even reached the value of sixty-seven.

Although this kind of physique is not comparable to that of the Titans, it definitely surpasses most species.

After turning on the corpse state, Su Changxing's various values ​​increased greatly, basically reaching over sixty, and his constitution even had a terrifying value of seventy-eight.

The value of the basic attributes is more difficult to improve as you go to the back, and every point of improvement is a qualitative change.

An improvement of more than ten points is definitely an unimaginable leap, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an improvement in the level of life.

With his current physique, he can be reborn even with a drop of blood. If he wants to kill him, he can only be done by completely killing all parts of his body in a very short period of time.

Because of his position, it is even more difficult for Su Changxing to die now. Even if the main body is completely killed, as long as the avatar is still there, he can be reborn.

It's just that what kind of process this is is unknown.

"Monster." The saint of Baijiao said contemptuously when he saw Su Changxing's appearance.

Su Changxing didn't care about such ridicule at all, and said with a light smile: "Why are you not, why are you not, human beings who are so powerful are themselves monsters."

Extraordinary itself is a process from human to non-human.

When it is so powerful that it loses its identity as a human being, it is probably a **** or other species with a higher level of life.

A slender scarlet sickle appeared in his left hand. He leaped high and slashed away with the knife. One figure turned into seven, and seven turned into forty-nine.

In an instant, there were shadows wielding sickles in front of the attic. Su Changxing swung thousands of knives, radiating his own power with maximum efficiency, pouring all his brains in the direction of the saints of Baijiao.

The domains of both sides formed a temporary balance during the impact, but Su Changxing felt the horror of the saint of all religions. His domain contained majestic power, although its own rules were not as complete as those constructed by Su Changxing.

Su Changxing has already been able to increase the concentration force to more than two hundred times, but this is already the limit of this ability.

The terrifying force collision caused the space to vibrate violently, and the entire attic was razed to the ground in an instant.

Numbness, dizziness.

Holding a sickle, Su Changxing stood among the ruins. Half of his body had disappeared, but no blood flowed out. His physical body recovered at a visible speed. Within a few breaths, the missing left hand and left foot grew back.

"You are not my opponent." The saint of Baijiao said peacefully, looking at Su Changxing indifferently, with his hands behind his back, looking intact.

In the battle just now, Su Changxing was indeed completely at a disadvantage, half of his body was destroyed.

But this gave Su Changxing some confidence, knowing the general strength of the opponent. Although he was much stronger than him, the two sides were at least on the same level.

This is not a hopeless fight.

The birth of saints in Litian World is enough to prove its profound heritage.

The world's power system is often a pyramid. The higher you go, the fewer the number of people will eventually reach a limit. Such a limit is difficult for people in this world to break through no matter what, unless there is external force.

A ferocious smile appeared on Su Changxing's face: "Do you really regret offending me? I didn't expect my strength to be so strong."

The stars in the eyes of the saints of the Baijiao are brilliant, merging with the stars in the sky here, just standing there is magnificent:

"regret?"

"Of course I don't regret it, but you are very interesting to me. The reason why a saint is a saint is because everything under a saint is mortal, and it is an existence that is beyond reach."

"But you have broken this restriction. You are not a saint, but you have the power to rival a saint. It has never been seen since ancient times."

Human beings are creatures with strong desires. The more they go up, the more they desire, and the more they desire, the more they want to go up.

The same is true for extraordinary people, they will not let their desires disappear, but will go to extremes in a certain direction.

The saint of Baijiao looks very good, at most forty or fifty years old, but he has become a saint, he does not know how old he is, probably thousands of years ago.

"You have to know that people are people after all. When I first became a saint, I was full of ambition, and I was bound to break through the boundaries of life and go to heights that no one before me could reach."

"Time can kill all fighting spirit, and then I gave up, knowing that this is impossible, at least as a human being, it is impossible. Humans themselves are a sad race, pretentious, but like dust. "

The face of the sage of the Hundred Sects became old at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his majestic aura was raised again. The whole world was under his control, firmly pressing on Su Changxing's head.

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In a certain room, the huge bronze mirror on the wall reflected this scene. There were only a few people in the room, all wearing gray priestly robes, with nervous expressions on their faces.

A little Zhengtai with fair skin and good features was wearing the same gray Taoist uniform and said suspiciously: "That devil should not be the opponent of the patriarch."

The atmosphere at the scene was very dignified, and they couldn't see the situation clearly.

"It's hard to say. Although the patriarch is a saint, but the fact that the devil can kill so many people is enough to show his strength."

"According to the logic, the devil cannot be the opponent of the patriarch, but why did they confront each other for so long?"

The Baijiao saint is probably the only saint in Litian world, and also the most powerful existence.

This battle is related to the fate of the two worlds. If the saint of Baijiao can kill the devil, it is good, and they will be able to transfer back to the ancestral land smoothly.

If the sage of the Hundred Religions is not the opponent of the devil... the consequences would be disastrous.

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boom

There was a huge impact sound, and the entire mountain was wiped flat with one palm, and Su Changxing was shot into the ground again.

The strength displayed by the saints of the Hundred Sects is extremely powerful, and even among the extraordinary people in the world, they may be top-notch existences.

Su Changxing was almost in a state of being beaten all the time, so he could only defend passively, relying on the domain to moderate the attacks of the saints of the Hundred Sects time and time again.

Su Changxing's crippled body recovered again, and he looked at the saint of Baijiao like a person who had nothing to do and asked:

"Theoretically speaking, with the strength of your Litian world, you shouldn't be so afraid of the blood moon."

The saint of Baijiao just glanced at Su Changxing coldly and did not answer, but Su Changxing also analyzed it with the eye of data.

The power system of Litian World is built on the so-called inheritance tree, which is the huge golden tree with golden shimmering leaves.

It may be that this is the case, so that they have no ability to resist the blood moon, and the power of the blood moon will directly erode the golden tree, causing their power foundation to be damaged.

Although Litian World is powerful, it is vulnerable to the blood moon. If it is not transferred, it will perish at an unimaginable speed, making this another blood moon world.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Su Changxing continued: "There is no need for such a power system that is attached to other creatures and has huge flaws to exist, and there is no need to spread it."

Speaking of this, the Baijiao sage showed a strange smile on his face, like a mockery, but also a sneer: "Su Changxing, you are too young, and you don't have a thorough understanding of many things."

The battle between the two sides fell into a stalemate. Although Su Changxing was crushed and beaten by the saints of the Baijiao throughout the whole process, he was able to recover immediately after his body was broken, and he was able to get up immediately after falling down and continue fighting.

This is the time to compete for endurance.

It's just that in the course of the battle, Su Changxing became stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became more familiar with his own power. His physical body was also constantly being damaged and repaired, becoming more compact, and the numerical value broke through eighty.

The saints of the Hundred Sects also became more and more frightened as they fought, feeling that Su Changxing was a little strong who couldn't be killed no matter how hard he fought.

Even though he used all kinds of means, he couldn't kill it completely. On the contrary, he felt that this Xiaoqiang was struggling more and more, and his size was getting bigger and bigger!

This kind of battle lasted for dozens of hours from dark to dawn and then to dark, and all of them were razed to the ground. Some are palm-style.

In such a long-term and high-intensity battle, even Su Changxing couldn't help feeling a little tired. Although he had a lot of faith as support, his mental strength had its limit after all. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The Baijiao saint also became very embarrassed, his clothes were torn, and there were large and small wounds on his abdomen, chest, arms and face.

These injuries were all caused by Su Changxing, but they were not fatal.

The saint of Baijiao tore off the tattered clothes on his body, revealing a not-so-strong figure, and said with firmer eyes:

"You are stupid, and you don't understand the meaning of inheritance and accumulation. From beginning to end, we want to let the race reach a new height without being affected by external factors."

"My Wanfang, inheriting the sage's unique knowledge, is bound to reach a new height. This is also the great ambition passed down by every sage!"

As the voice fell, more than a dozen figures of Mohu appeared behind the saints of Baijiao, the master holding a scroll, the old man with a basket on his back, the three-meter-tall general in armor, the swordsman with a sword and a bamboo hat, and even There are children under ten wearing top hats...

"This is the pilgrimage, they all fell on the way to pursue the great way, and none of them died of aging due to lack of vitality!"

A white mist-like brilliance appeared on his right hand, and he grabbed countless fine words from the void, which were the rules condensed into substance.

"Psychologically speaking, I approve of you, and maybe you can go to a higher height, but if you stand in our way today, you must die!"

"Withered Bones Destroyer God Curse!"

Circle after circle of waves spread like the sound of the great avenue, centered in Wanfang, and white like misty smooth words spread everywhere in the space.

Su Changxing's body was torn apart by these words, and big white hands protruded from the void to grab various parts of his body.

He suddenly heard the voices of thousands of people talking, getting closer and closer, and saw their busy lives, and finally aged in a daze, and fell asleep with a sigh.