Chapter 759

Tick!

In the quiet night, the rain is still falling, and the sound of pattering echoes in this heaven and earth.

Silence, dead silence, whether it's the countless martial artists hidden in the dark, the three men of Gran Haohai who preside over the mixed yuan Trinity array, or LV Hantian trapped in the array.

Even LV Nantian, who fought with the two xuanzun elders, stopped at the moment, his pupils narrowed and stared at the figure in the courtyard below.

At the moment, the golden awn on Zhuo Wen's body was dim, and the three heads and six arms derived from it were powerless to hang down.

In his abdomen, a knife and a sword ran through, and the golden blood, like a fountain, slowly overflowed from the huge wound in his abdomen.

Tick!

Tick!

The crisp sound of blood falling on the ground, together with the sound of rain, makes people confused whether it is the sound of rain or the sound of blood droplets.

Time, at this moment, it seemed to be static. Everyone stopped moving and focused on Zhuo Wen. Especially when they saw Zhuo Wen's abdomen, they looked different.

Everyone knows that the purpose of the three families is to encircle and suppress Zhuo Wen. Now Zhuo Wen is directly pierced through his abdomen by the double old swords. These injuries are fatal.

In other words, the purpose of Gran Haohai and others has been achieved!

"Ha ha! The three of you have done a good job in ancient times. Once this son dies, the three of you have done a great job this time!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Gran Haohai's mouth. Immediately, the smile became more and more brilliant. Finally, he looked up and laughed, laughing very rampant and unscrupulous.

Zhuo Wen, a thorn in his eye, has a pain in his flesh. Finally, his breath has run out. How happy is Gran Haohai?

Even Feng Tian and Cao Yan, who presided over the other two sides of the mixed yuan Sancai array, also showed a happy smile at the corners of their mouths.

"Asshole! You dare to kill Zhuo Wen."

After the silence, trapped in the Hunyuan Sancai array, LV Hantian roared, and his eyes were filled with towering anger.

"Break it for me!"

With that, LV Hantian stamped his foot, and a more terrible momentum swept out of his body, like a real blood gas, like a fountain from his body.

Boom, boom!

Countless blood gas condensed and turned into a thoroughgoing blood column, which almost pierced the sky. Then there was the sound of broken glass on the void, and the space above the blood column directly opened a huge hole.

A huge bloody gate swept out of the void, turned into a bloody meteor and rolled towards the Hunyuan Sancai array.

"Brother's armor soul, the door of blood sacrifice seal!"

Looking at the bloody door falling from the void, Lu Nan's eyes were slightly coagulated, and his face showed a cautious color.

The inheritance armor soul of marquis Qin's residence is the door of seal, but LV Hantian is a freak. His inheritance armor soul is a variant armor soul.

Although it is also the seal gate, it has a terrible bloody gas and is extremely evil. It is called the seal gate of blood sacrifice.

This blood sacrifice seal door is much more terrible than the general seal door, which represents the intention of killing and cutting. Once you move, you must see blood. It is evil and terrible.

It is precisely because the blood sacrifice seal gate is too scary and evil, and this strange seal gate also has a certain intelligence and often has the idea of counterattack. Even LV Hantian is difficult to completely control the blood sacrifice seal gate.

It is precisely because of this that LV Hantian seldom reveals his armor soul, because he is afraid that if he doesn't pay attention, he will be eaten back by the door sealed by the blood sacrifice, and the gain is not worth the loss.

But now, Zhuo Wen's life is in danger. LV Hantian can't care about this. He just wants to rush out of the Hunyuan Sancai array immediately to save Zhuo Wen.

Boom!

The door of blood sacrifice seal came in an instant and fell on the Hunyuan Sancai array. The sound of clicking suddenly made the Hunyuan Sancai array tremble violently, and a trace of crack appeared on the surface.

"What? This is LV Hantian's armor soul. Its power is terrible!"

The three of Gran Haohai looked at the mixed talent array, which trembled violently and cracked faintly on the surface, and showed their horror one after another.

"Never let LV Hantian escape from the Hunyuan Sancai array. Don't keep your hands!"

Gran Hao's sea color was dignified. When he kneaded his hands, he also made his armor soul concrete, and his strength soared several times.

Feng Tian and Cao Zhi also knew that the situation was critical, so they stopped holding their hands and used their armor souls to suppress the blood sacrifice seal door on the mixed yuan Sancai array.

At the same time, the three made every effort to maintain the Hunyuan Sancai array, which increased its power several times.

With the support of the three people, the tremor of the Hunyuan Sancai array calmed down a lot. The originally dim surface was shining brightly.

Within the array, LV Hantian was like a crazy devil, constantly bombarding the Hunyuan Sancai array, and the door of blood sacrifice seal was also extremely powerful.

For a moment, the pressure of Gran Haohai increased greatly, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell like soybeans.

"Ancient! Kill Zhuo Wen and withdraw immediately."

LV Hantian's sudden burst of power surprised the three people of Gran Haohai. It was too terrible. Even with the help of the mixed talent array, they could not support it.

If this state continues, LV Hantian will eventually break out. If Zhuo Wen is not dead at that time, all their previous efforts will be in vain.

Ancient also knew the urgency of things. Looking down at Zhuo Wen kneeling on one knee below, his eyes became colder and faintly said, "Zhuo Wen! Don't blame me if you die. You can only blame you for offending the people you shouldn't offend."

Then, the five fingers of the old right hand squeezed into a fist. The dense blood colored vines spread all over his right fist. Unexpectedly, he used the blood punch again.

At the moment, Zhuo Wen's consciousness has been blurred, and he can hardly perceive what is happening outside. He only feels pain, burning pain all over his body.

"How tired!"

Zhuo Wen only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, almost drooping down, as if they were a thousand kilograms. In the gap between his eyelids, he still saw the old man who swooped down from above and was getting closer and closer to him.

"Are you going to die? Are you going to die like this?"

At the same time, he also saw the ancient blood Chong fist. He knew the power of blood Chong fist very well. In his current state, if he was forced to accept this fist, he would die.

He wanted to stand up, but the old swords, one by one, penetrated his abdomen and severely suppressed him, so that he couldn't stand up at all.

Now, even if he moves, he will pull the wound on his abdomen, tear the wound more huge and bring more severe pain.

But Zhuo Wen was unwilling to die!

Whoosh!

The ancient moment came. Looking down at the young man kneeling on one knee in front of him, the sneer at the corners of his mouth became more and more intense, and the blood Chong fist of his right fist was merciless and blasted towards Zhuo Wen's head.

With the power of blood punching fist, this fist is enough to blow Zhuo Wen's head into powder and into a blood mist.

"It's a pity that such a genius died so!"

"Yes! The nine rounds of Huangji cultivation have the power to fight with xuanzun martial arts. I'm afraid this son's potential can catch up with the great prince Huangfu Wudao."

The warriors hiding in the dark shook their heads and sighed that Zhuo Wen was about to fall.

The ancient blood punch is close at hand. They don't think Zhuo Wen has a chance to survive.

When xuechong fist was only a few inches away from Zhuo Wen, almost close at hand, the strong vigorous wind excited Zhuo Wen's black hair to fly, and his hair was shawled.

Boom!

The thunderous explosion suddenly poured out of Zhuo Wen's style, and then the golden awn as dazzling as the sun swept out of Zhuo Wen's body, making Zhuo Wen look like a little golden man at the moment.

As soon as Jin mang appeared, his old pupils shrunk. He just felt that his blood punch was directly stagnant like a mud cow into the sea. Then a huge force came and the old man couldn't help retreating.

Pedal pedal!

Dozens of steps away, the old eyes twinkled and his face was uncertain. He didn't expect that Zhuo style would suddenly burst into such a strong golden awn.

"Those who see my body have a Bodhi Heart, those who smell my name break evil and cultivate good, those who smell my Dharma have great intelligence, and those who know my heart become Buddha."

When Jin mang swept out of Zhuo's style, a solemn Sanskrit sound slowly resounded from the heaven and earth, rolling like thunder, straight into the sky.

An ordinary stone was swept out of Zhuo Wen's arms, suspended above Zhuo Wen's head, and countless golden awns swept up.

"Is this... Relic?"

Hard to raise his head, Zhuo Wen looked at the stone suspended above his head and couldn't help muttering. Isn't this stone the relic given to him by the dead lamp Buddha!

Zhuo Wen knew that it was the relic who saved his life when he was dying!

Boom!

The fearsome and surging Buddha power turned into a golden light column from the relic and went straight to the void. The dark night sky was submerged by a sea of gold, as if the whole world was dyed gold at this moment.

"Those who see my body have a Bodhi Heart, those who smell my name break evil and cultivate good, those who smell my Dharma have great intelligence, and those who know my heart become Buddha."

The same Sanskrit sound rolled from the void, as if in response to the call of the relic, and then a huge golden giant came from the void.

This golden giant, with four heads and eight arms, is indomitable and terrifying. It almost tramples the whole world under its feet. It is extremely powerful and majestic.

"Don't move the image of the Ming king!"

Looking at the empty giant with four heads and eight arms, Zhuo Wen muttered to himself. Isn't this giant the most famous God in Buddhism, the king of the Ming Dynasty?

He didn't expect that the relic son on his body summoned the virtual shadow of the immovable Ming king.

Whoosh!

The huge immovable king looked down at Zhuo Wen quietly, then roared, turned into a golden awn, and suddenly drilled into Zhuo Wen's body. In a short time, Zhuo Wen was covered with golden awn.

"Sacrifice to the relics and incarnate into the Ming king! This is the Dharma fate of benefactor Zhuo. The origin and fate are all in one thought..."

At the moment when the king of immobility entered his body, a peaceful voice sounded in Zhuo Wen's mind. Zhuo Wen was not strange. It was the voice of the dead lamp Buddha.

Click!

At the same time, the relic son suspended above Zhuo Wen's head broke completely with a click.

Zhuo Wen only felt that his whole body was hot and his golden awn was more and more intense. Then Zhuo Wen turned from three heads and six arms into a strange image of four heads and eight arms