Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Su Qin sat cross-legged with a smile on his face.

During this period of time, in addition to stabilizing the newly formed miniature realm, Su Qin also often experienced various magical uses of the realm.

As a means that at least the Myth of the Seventh Layer is expected to master, the domain is far more than just killing the enemy.

At least after Su Qin pondered over this period of time, he found that the domain has various effects such as protection, concealment, and saving people.

In addition, Su Qin also found that if he wanted to, the scope of the domain was far more than a hundred feet.

Baizhang is only the scope of Su Qin's complete control.

Within this hundred feet, Su Qin is the creator, omnipotent.

And once the sphere of coverage of the domain exceeds a hundred feet, Su Qin's control begins to decline.

Simply put, if a seventh heaven myth falls into Su Qin Baizhang's domain, he will not be able to borrow a trace of power, and will still be slaughtered by Su Qin, and he will not even be able to escape.

But if Su Qin spreads the domain to thousands of feet, if the myth of the seventh heaven falls into it, although it will still be greatly suppressed, it will not be without resistance.

At least struggle a few times.

"Next, in addition to continuing to practice hard work, we must continue to compress the power of heaven and earth, supplement the field, and make it cover a larger area."

Su Qinfu's mind was up and down, and his thoughts were up and down.

At his height, although the road ahead is not clear, he probably knows how to go.

Of course, for the vast majority of mythical warriors, knowing how to go and whether they can go are completely different things.

For example, a ninth-rank official in the Tang country knew that as long as he was conscientious and conscientious and worked for the Tang country, he might become a third-rank official in the court.

But how many of the thousands of ninth-rank junior officials in the Tang country were able to climb to the third-rank high-ranking position?

Martial arts cultivation, especially the path of mythology, is even more difficult.

Knowing can't be done.

Seeing may not be able to touch.

"Two more months in retreat."

Su Qin was ready to get familiar with the power of the domain again, so he didn't rush out.

Anyway, now that Chang'an City has Ruan Qing, a three-level mythology in charge, there is usually no problem, and Su Qin is also happy to practice in seclusion.

Just when Su Qin was in retreat.

Emperor Tang was in the Taiji Hall, discussing state affairs with his ministers.

Sudden.

A forbidden soldier rushed in in a hurry, walked over to Emperor Tang, and whispered something.

"what?"

Tang Huang's face changed greatly.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Tang ignored the court discussion and walked out of the Taiji Hall quickly to the top of the imperial city.

"them?"

Tang Huang's face was extremely ugly.

I saw six figures looming above the sky. These six figures are like beings overlooking all living beings, looking down at Chang'an City and the Tang Emperor.

"who are they?"

Tang Huang took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, I don't know about the last general." The commander of the Imperial Guard next to him looked solemn, he was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "However, these people should all be martial arts myths."

Only martial arts mythology can be able to do so.

Therefore, even if the commander of the Imperial Guard has not seen the six figures in the sky, it is clear that the other party is at least a powerhouse at the level of martial arts mythology.

The commander of the Imperial Army said this.

Tang Huang's face suddenly turned pale.

As usual, the appearance of one of the martial arts myths has already shocked the world, but now there are six of them outside Chang'an City at the same time.

How can this make Tang Huang calm?

"Your Majesty, the one on the far left should be the patriarch of the Blood Killing Sect." The commander of the Imperial Guard seemed to have discovered something and whispered quickly.

When Tang Huang heard this, he immediately focused his eyes on the left side, and sure enough, he saw a figure wearing a blood-colored robe standing in the void.

"It's troublesome."

Tang Huang felt a chill in his heart.

If the ancestors of the blood killing sect were not there, Emperor Tang still had a bit of luck, and felt that these six martial arts myths might just pass by and take a look.

But now.

Tang Huang only felt like falling into the abyss.

"His Majesty."

"What shall we do now?"

the commander-in-chief asked in a low voice.

"wait."

Tang Huang was full of powerlessness, "Look at what they want to do."

What else can they do but wait?

The six martial arts myths stand tall in the void, and the ordinary army, let alone encircling and suppressing them, can't even touch each other.

Although a large number of bows and crossbows are hoarded in Chang'an City, who would dare to use them against the above six martial arts myths?

Once the bow and crossbow is used, it is equivalent to completely tearing up the face of the six martial arts myths. At that time, if the opponent makes a massacre, who can stop it on the field?

A martial arts myth can ignore an army of millions, let alone six?

And this moment.

above the sky.

Several disciples from overseas sects and major sects were boredly looking at the city of Chang'an below.

"There is a triple heaven aura, presumably the mythical warrior from Chang'an City." The sword-wearing man in blue said lightly.

"Three Heavens?"

"amazing."

The Taoist priest in Taoist robe nodded slightly.

Being able to enter the realm of mythology in this barren continent, or even the myth of the triple heaven, is the best choice regardless of aptitude and character.

"It's a pity, to become a mythical warrior, the foundation has been set, and it will never be possible to worship my sect." A ruthless man in a black robe said.

"Okay, what should we do now? Directly suppress it?" said the rough man dissatisfied.

"Suppression?"

The white-clothed woman, Bing Ling, rolled her eyes, thought for a while, and said, "Tell them first, if they refuse, it will not be too late to kill them."

Bingling is the contemporary goddess of the Snow God Palace, a great overseas teacher. If nothing else happens, she will definitely become the Palace Master of the Snow God Palace in the future, and she is the person with the highest status on the field.

"In that case."

"Go down and speak."

The cold man in black swept his gaze and looked at the blood-killing ancestor in the corner.

In terms of status and identity, Blood Killing Patriarch and them are not on the same level at all.

Whether it's the ruthless man in black, or everyone else, they are all the proud sons of all the great sects.

As for the Blood Killing Patriarch, it is just a loose cultivator. Although he has the strength of the triple heaven, it is far from being placed in the eyes of any of them.

If you don't need someone to lead the way,

And the mythical warriors who happened to be the ancestors of blood killing from this continent, they will not be with the ancestors of blood killing.

"Yes."

The blood-killing ancestor said respectfully.

soon.

Blood Killing Patriarch took a step forward and appeared on the city wall.

"My lords, I will give you two choices for Tang Kingdom." The Patriarch of Blood Killing looked at Emperor Tang and the others, and said lightly: "One is to surrender, and the other is to surrender after being suppressed by this Lord, and then reply after thinking about it after half an hour. ."

The blood-killing ancestor didn't even look at Tang Huang, then turned and left.

"Submit?"

"Submit after suppression?"

Tang Huang's face was ashen, and his whole body was shaking with anger.

"Your Majesty." The commander of the Imperial Guard next to him also had a heavy expression.

Rather than giving them two choices, the Blood Killing Patriarch would simply ask them to surrender.

"Has the third brother appeared?"

Tang Huang took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, I haven't found my uncle for the time being." The commander of the Imperial Army shook his head.

As soon as the words came out.

Tang Huang's face turned pale again.

"Could it be that God wants to destroy our Tang Kingdom?" Tang Huang looked miserable.

And this moment.

above the sky.

The man in Tsing Yi who was carrying the long sword frowned: "Half an hour is up, has Tang Guo replied?"

"Sir, no." Blood Killing Patriarch bowed.

"In that case, let's suppress it directly." The cold-blooded man in black robe said.

"Humph!"

"I've already said that I will suppress it, and I have to waste half an hour." The rough big man snorted coldly, stepped forward, and stomped his feet fiercely.

Immediately.

The vitality of the heavens and the earth shook and slowly pressed down towards the imperial city.

at this time.

The same power of heaven and earth emerged, blocking a blow from the rough man.

I saw Ruan Qing slowly walked out of the East Palace, came to the city wall, and looked at the mythical warriors.

"Mr. Ruan."

Tang Huang was slightly relieved.

"Your Majesty, I can only do my best, but whether I can stop it is up to fate." Ruan Qing looked tragic.

In Ruan Qing's eyes, these great disciples of the upper sect have been cultivated by the sect since childhood. Whether it is cultivation techniques, secret techniques, or even foundations, they are far superior to those of loose cultivators like Ruan Qing. .

"I'll try it."

"It's been a long time since I made a move."

High in the sky, a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe stood up.

Seeing this, Ruan Qing also stood up in the sky, fighting with the Taoist priests in Taoist robes.

However.

The result was just as Ruan Qing expected, he was not a Taoist opponent at all, and he was suppressed after only ten moves.

This is still the Taoist priest's intention to keep his hand, otherwise Ruan Qing will not say that he fell on the spot, at least a serious injury.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Let you surrender and suffer less, why struggle?"

The rough man looked down at Tang Huang and the others and sneered.

Tang Huang's face was ashen, his hands were tightly clasped, he didn't dare to refute a sentence.

Because he knew that at this moment, the lives of countless people in Chang'an City depended on the rough man's thought.

"Humph!"

The rough man sneered, and poked out his spiritual sense at will to scan the palace.

"what?"

At this moment, the rough man was surprised, and his spiritual sense was instantly focused on a certain person.

"The muscles are transparent, but he is a genius. Just follow me back."

The rude man stretched out his right hand, gathered it into a huge palm of vitality, and grabbed it somewhere in the palace.

"No, it's Wan'er." Tang Huang was shocked and recognized that the place where the rough man's right hand was grabbing was the residence of the princess Li Wan.

"what is this?"

Li Wan was cultivating, but she saw a huge palm quickly grab it.

"not good!"

Li Wan realized that something was wrong and wanted to avoid it.

However, Li Wan is only a middle-level warrior, how could she escape the capture of a mythical warrior?

Just when Li Wanqiao's face was full of despair.

The huge palm grabbed by the rough man approached Li Wan's body three feet, and was suddenly blocked by a faint barrier.

"kindness?"

"And a mythical warrior?"

The rough man immediately recognized that the barrier on Li Wan's body was the means left by the mythical warrior.

"But so what?"

Just when the rough man had a grim face, he was about to break the barrier.

Under the city of Chang'an.

In the towering hall.

Su Qin silently opened his eyes.

"Is the spiritual sense I left on Li Wan touched?"

Su Qin looked up at the sky, and the huge spiritual sense swept over in an instant.

"you wanna die!"

Su Qin's eyes were calm, his right hand stretched out, and he saw a strange long knife with a strange shape like a sickle and a full moon for him to pull out.

The long knife is as black as ink, and the blade surface is extremely deep, like a black hole that devours all living beings.

next moment.

Su Qin held the Devil's Blade in his hand and slashed lightly.

Tear!

No one can describe the sharpness of this knife.

I saw the sky above and below the ground, turning into a dark ocean, a long and narrow black gap appeared in the space, and the dark sword glow seemed to be able to sever the world and go away in an instant.

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