The chanting stopped suddenly

The old monk seemed to feel something. Suddenly, he flicked his robe sleeve and made a huge gap not far away. A bunch of things fell out of it.
Broken lotus stems, broken lotus leaves and a bare lotus stand.
Followed by a figure falling out, it was the tearing of the big move operator that escaped from the half-ancestor’s strong emperor Brahma’s hand!
Bang!
Su Mo’s body fell heavily and the ground did not move.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to move, but that this body has completely lost its vitality. Although Yuan Shen has not perished, he can no longer control this body.
Red-haired man looked at this bloody flesh and got a fright.
"So seriously injured?"
Red-haired man can see at a glance that this body has been completely abolished, and the bones have been shattered into pieces, and the viscera have been smashed into mud, and the flesh is dead and there is no vitality.
Simply put, even if the owner of this body is fit and powerful, it can’t be saved!
The combined power can regenerate the broken limb.
But the flesh is destroyed to this extent unless Sumo is the bodhi old zu Mahayana.
Every Mahayana bodhi old zu knows that a magical power is to drop blood and be reborn.
It takes a drop of blood to reshape the body!
The old monk frowned when he saw this dilapidated flesh.
"Are all the six immortals broken?"
The red-haired man’s face is getting ugly
I’m afraid the power to break the six-creature violet is beyond the boundary of fit!
"Is there a strong ancestor?"
Red-haired man’s eyes are full of pitfalls and great anger in his heart.
Although there are no hard and fast rules in the fix true world, the strong ancestors can’t justify this killer to a Taoist priest who returns to emptiness.
"Mom, this is really bullying. There is no backing behind this little one!"
The red-haired man swore, his nose moved to the air, and his face became more ugly.
He gritted his teeth and said, "It’s the blood of the Emperor and his descendants!"
At this time, two lights flew out from this broken flesh, which is the red-haired Yin God and the black-haired Yuan God of Su Mo!
Looking at Su Mo red hair Yin Shen red hair big fellow’s eyes a bright show satisfaction.
But soon he frowned.
"Are you hurt, too?"
A flash of anger crossed the red-haired man’s eyes.
"master"
The two Yuan gods first bowed to the old monk before turning their heads and looking at the red-haired man with a complicated look.
If Su Mo expected it to be good, he once said that the red-haired ghost was probably the culprit that caused the catastrophe that year-the dragon!
"What are you looking at"
Red hair ghost eyes a stare way "is always the head Candle dragon how! You’ve been drinking twenty-year-old blood at the bottom of this valley! "
Hear the red hair ghost say that Su Mo doubts again in his heart.
It’s that he’s not in the mood to argue with red hair.
Look at that lifeless body on the ground, he felt a twinge of grief.
Not because of the loss of the body.
He is a Taoist returning to emptiness, and even if he loses his body, he will not die.
And if you lose your body, you can rebuild it.
It’s not because this body is so powerful that many years of practice have ruined it.
But because he stepped into practice, he has been practicing the secret code of the Wild Lich King. This body bears the trace of the butterfly moon!
His blood vessel vision urges to the limit, and it will even produce a bloody butterfly!
And all this will never happen again
That’s why he didn’t want to.

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