C585 (1/2)
”What your majesty said is, I'm going to get out of here!” Jiang Boxu's eyes flashed a trace of unspeakable killing intention, and turned to the remaining eight monks in a cold voice: ”since the emperor of the great Chu has a good time, please give me a good treat. Don't disgrace my Jiang family!”
”Yes! Young master The eight friars bravely resisted the fear and said in a respectful voice to Jiang Boxu.
They were born into the Jiang family and died as ghosts of the Jiang family. They will not change for any reason. This is the sorrow under the fence, even if it is stronger than Taiyi, it is still unable to get rid of this fate. Perhaps, in the eyes of these people, it is a kind of supreme honor to die for the family.
”A few, do it quickly!” The emperor in white looks down from the sky and his clothes are hunting in the wind. He stretched out his hand in the void, leaving a little halo. Under these halos, drops of scarlet blood were flashing.
The eight divine realms look at each other, and their eyes are full of ambition to die. Since this war cannot be avoided, it is only a fight to the death. Although the emperor of Chu was powerful, he was just a monk in the lower world. Even if everyone died here today, he would never escape the pursuit of the Jiang family in the divine world.
Boom! At the same time, the eight divine realms joined hands to open up a small world of unspeakable terror. In other words, it was eight people who worked together to create a complete small world. At the moment of the emergence of this small world, Hongling's ten heavenly realms had a tendency to be broken.
The cracks of Taoism appear in the sky and the earth, which makes the power of Hongling's small world lose rapidly. Obviously, even if the eight divine realms are merely simulating the whole small world in a short period of time, such power is enough to compete with the ten heavenly realms.
”The power to create a complete small world by mimicry?” Hong Ling closed her eyes, and her face finally became a bit dignified.
These masters from the divine world are not really built. Only eight divine realms combined with Cui Dong's secret method can form a powerful small world. It's hard to imagine what kind of power this will explode once more people join in.
”It's a pity that the family only sent me these eight monks who have learned the mimetic secret of the small world. If there are eight more, the king of Chu will kill like a dog! ” Jiang Boxu stares at Hong Ling and the eight friars, and his strength is slowly changing.
”Don't you give me the speed! Don't let us solve you by ourselves. Let's spend some effort on it At this time, the strongest of the eight guides the power of the small world of mimicry, and suddenly cuts it out.
Hiss! The sabre Qi coming from the sky is chopped in front of Hong Ling in an instant. He raised his eyebrows and cut it out with a sword. Boom! The arc-shaped sword Qi and the moon shaped blade awn were exploded at the same time, causing a huge afterwave. Hongling felt the power of the small world that the knife awn exploded, and frowned slightly.
”It's really difficult. It's 80% of the power of ten small worlds.” he took a deep breath and then discharged the turbid gas. Looking at the eight sacred realms that strongly support the mimicry of the small world and bleed from the corners of the mouth, Hong Ling laughs, ”it seems that they have not been able to bear the erosion of the body by the power of the small world. I'm afraid these monks will die if we use this secret method! ”
”What's the matter, your majesty? Don't you want to have a good time? Now, is it Jiang Boxu jokingly looks at Hong Ling, the Qi machine on his body is still in constant transformation.
”Shut up. If you annoy me again, you will be killed first.” Hong Ling angrily Zha, make Jiang Boxu a Leng, immediately angry. This guy is so rude. Isn't he afraid to die?
”The power of the small world condensed by mimicry is really strong enough!” Hong Ling looked down at the eight people coldly and sneered: ”it's a pity that this is not the right way after all. Space has its form but no spirit! ”
He closed his eyes slightly. The shadow of a flame copper mirror was slowly condensed behind. This was once the mirror of Yanhuang emperor. Even though it had been devoured and refined by Hongling, its own characteristics were also refined.
Hum! The sound of a violent metal buzzing made his blood drop in the void rapidly illusory. As like as two peas, the eight figures quickly became very similar to Hung Ling. At the same time, these eight people use the power of the ten small worlds to simulate the eight divine realms of the Jiang family, which actually condenses a pseudo small world.
Boom! The power of the world once again filled the ten heavenly realms, which changed the face of the eight monks. They spit blood and fall at the same time, and the small world of mimicry formed by their joint efforts is broken.
”How can this be possible. How did the emperor of Chu learn this secret method? ” The eight monks looked at the eight figures, and their eyes were full of horror.
The requirements for the qualification of monks are very high. If it is not for the top monks, they can't learn it at all. Moreover, each of the eight monks who used the secret method had to perform different skills. The circuit of these skills is very complicated. Hongling's self simulated by the mirror of Emperor Yan Huang can perfectly achieve this.
Such a huge gap made the eight monks look pale. They have practiced for many years, but they have barely refined it. But the emperor of Chu, he used the small world mimicry secret method with his own body, which was even stronger than that of his eight people.