God-level Punishment System

The body of the Weeping Blood Sword is the dragon body, and the blood of the Weeping Blood Sword is the dragon tendons.

In addition, Lexus originally injected the dragon power into it.

This real dragon phantom, at this moment, is almost like a real dragon.

Those red threads were under the dragon's claws, and they split quickly, and the broken red threads went below and merged into the other red threads.

Although it has not been completely destroyed, it is still possible to feel that the blood content in the broken and reorganized red silk threads is obviously less, and the power has weakened a little.

The old woman frowned, staring at the Weeping Blood Sword in Ling Zhi's hand, and couldn't help but glance a few more times.

"Naturally cultivated material?" Her vision is really unreasonable. Since Ling Zhi made a black iron rod into a dragon spear, after nine days of blue and yellow springs, it turned into the current Weeping Blood Sword. No outsider can see what the material of the Weeping Blood Sword is.

But the old woman just glanced briefly, and she discerned a lot. This was a shocking experience.

And in many cases, knowledge is also an indispensable part of the martial artist's own strength.

"The four holy spirits are all in the lower realm. It seems that this news still has some problems now. It seems that there is no death?" The old woman actually inferred from the real dragon phantom on the Weeping Blood Sword that the real dragon is still living in this world.

Although she was talking to herself, her voice was not deliberately lowered, so it was Lexus who was listening patiently.

"In those days, the four holy spirits, except for the true dragon, the remaining Baihu, Xuanwu, Suzaku, and the three were in the half-ancestral state. If they had not died, but could escape the scrutiny of the upper realm, where are they? "

The old woman frowned and suddenly asked, "Boy, where did you get the inheritance of the true dragon, and said, do you know where the true dragon is?"

"What if you know, what if you don't?" Ling Zhi looked at her condescendingly, and said coldly.

He had a strong tone, but he had many thoughts in his heart for a time.

From today's events, combined with the words of the old woman, he instantly calculated many things.

One is the strength of the three holy spirits of Xuanwu, Suzaku, and White Tiger, which should be in the half-ancestral realm, and have not yet entered the ancestral holy realm.

The second is that the true dragon is excluded, so the strength is likely to reach the ancestral holy state, then the true dragon is guarded in the six reincarnations and confronts him. The person who looks like Zuo Jun is also the ancestor. The existence of the Holy Land!

The third is that when he was in the extreme north of Xuanzhou, the Emperor Xuanming who appeared before him, Xuanwu, one of the four holy spirits, and the ancestor of Yaowangfeng, Dongfang Angzong, was not in the upper realm. Not to project down from the upper bound.

But they themselves must be somewhere in this lower realm!

Master Yao Wangfeng, never left this world!

From the words of the old woman, many things that were puzzled in Ling Zhi's heart were instantly clear.

And on that uninhabited planet, the broken claw of that white tiger, where is the white tiger himself?

In the Phoenix Egg of Yaowangfeng, Suzaku was born, a strong opponent of the Heavenly Alliance, and then quickly left.

Where did it go?

Is it the Suzaku of Nirvana rebirth?

But in a moment, the four holy spirits, who were originally filled with countless shadows, suddenly stood naked in front of Ling Zhi.

It was Lexus himself, who couldn't reflect this change.

But in fact, all this was only because he was able to support him under the hands of the old woman, because his cultivation level had reached a certain level, because he was already qualified enough to be exposed to the deeds of the Four Holy Spirits.

"You should understand that a hard mouth will not do you any good." The old woman calmed down and said calmly to Lexus, "Although I said I would take the yin and yang rules in your body, I didn't say that I must kill you. As long as you can cooperate, I am naturally willing to cultivate a few confidants in this lower realm."

"Maybe one day when I enter the ancestral sacred realm, that's when you become a half ancestor. You have to know that even in the upper realm, half ancestors are rare and powerful."

The old woman said, in her opinion, this kind of commitment on cultivation is full of huge irresistible.

But let her down, Ling Zhi did not respond to these words she said, they were real and unmoved.

The belief that Ling Zhi has always held in his heart is to become the supreme position, no one, no matter, can threaten his family and friends.

Follow the old woman, be the other's dog, change to a half-ancestral cultivation base?

how is this possible.

"I'm crazy about dreams, you are almost like me. Waiting for you, I am afraid that I will not be able to wait until the day when my life is over." Ling Zhi disdainfully said.

He has personally experienced the feelings of He Qilu and An Bai, the two ancestors.

In his opinion, the old woman is extremely powerful, but compared with them, compared with the ancestors, the gap is not to be calculated, the world is different, there is no way to compare them together.

If such a person can be holy, then the ancestors will not be called the ancestors.

Under Lexus’s repeated refusal, the old woman’s expression finally cooled down completely, “No matter how hard your mouth is, no matter how hard you are, when I win the city, you will naturally understand that resisting is just futile. Sacrifice."

After the words fell, the red silk threads that had just slowed off the offensive instantly attacked Lingzhi and Gulu.

The Weeping Blood Sword in Lingzhi's hand turned into a continuous sword light, blocking him and Gulu, blocking all the red silk threads outside.

But his resistance like this is too passive, even perfect blockade is very difficult, let alone counterattack.

This kind of scene seems to be no problem now, but compared with the spiritual power that Lexus has rapidly consumed, the old woman's leisurely and relaxed, but obviously better, can last longer.

Just when Li Bai and the others looked stern and worried, Gulu, who had been standing behind Lingzhi, suddenly gave a happy cry.

"I know."

Its immature voice appeared in Ling Zhi's sea of ​​consciousness, with joy and satisfaction.

Not allowing Lingzhi to react more, Gulu suddenly took off the small crown he was wearing on his head, and gently pushed it towards Lingzhi.

Guru pushes very slowly, slow and even a little anxious and irritable.

But when he pushed to the third breath, Ling Zhi put away the Weeping Blood Sword in his hand, stopped, looked at him in surprise, and plunged his soul power into it without hesitation, quickly sensing it.

Every time Gulu moves the crown forward by an inch, the space between Lingzhi and Gulu and the old woman will be stretched several times.

That is to expand several times.

So when Guru went on for a while, those red threads were as far away as a world from them.