Chapter 277, the judgment of the seven evils, the winner has been decided

It's just that it's useless to be anxious. At this moment, Zhu Peng is engaged in a fierce life-threatening battle with the blood-clothed yuan god. The Sanmu Prison Dragon King is indeed extremely powerful. Even if it is the remnants of the yuan god who is so weak that he is about to disappear and Zhu Peng's most difficult close combat, he is still not weaker than others. Even with that beastly madness, he once suppressed it. Zhu Peng killed. It's just that Zhu Peng's mind, sword skills, will, and fighting can be called the best choice. Therefore, under the condition that the cultivation of the two sides are infinitely close, the two have been in a stalemate for too long, and the blood-clothed yuan god has obviously not fought any protracted battle in a state of almost mortals. He actually doesn't know how to breathe and recuperate. Why do you take a sleep and take a nap with a sword?

The two sides hit each other's heavy hands, and both of them rushed away from afar. When Zhu Peng was blown away by him, he had already fallen asleep. Even if he fell back to the ground like a broken sack, he did not wake up. When he persisted hard and slowly climbed to the bloody clothes, his eyes suddenly opened, and the two of them held swords to kill again.

Such a skill of waking up with sleep is almost a magic skill in the eyes of the blood coat, but for Zhu Peng, it is a common skill exercised in the 2012 doomsday escape. Although it is used less after rebirth, it is obviously not difficult to pick it up at this time, because he has hardly slept again since he was reborn. I feel that most of the hibernation has been surpassed through meditation.

And the bloody clothes don't have this ability. At this time, he is in a mortal state, and the time of the bloody prison battlefield is slower than the outside world. In the eyes of outsiders, three or four days are equivalent to three or four months on the bloody prison battlefield. The monks in the gas refining world fight fiercely. Those with deep roots and similar strength have no problem in three or five days, and they can be strong in seventeen or eight days. Hold it, but I have been fighting for three or four months. I don't sleep or meditate. This kind of consumption may not be able to withstand this kind of consumption.

However, he doesn't have Zhu Peng's ability to wake up as he sleeps. He knows very well that once he falls asleep, he may never wake up again. Once he worked hard to beat Zhu Peng into a state of serious injury and dying. Without waiting for him to go further, his feet softened, he fell asleep. The dead sleep may not be too long, but When he was sober, Zhu Peng had recovered part of his strength and was struggling to stab him with his sword. That time, as long as he woke up half a minute late, the entanglement between the two was over.

Fortunately, although the two people in the state of soul consume a lot of energy, they are lucky not to eat, otherwise, they will have more fun.

"Woo-hoo" hard gasp, desperate stalemate, the sword transformed by Zhenyuan has dissipated. At this time, both of them are sacrificing their lives to collide with the benefits of their minions. What the hell are you sticking to, why, why have you come to this point? You are just a mortal, why don't you die!? He exclaimed, roared, roared, and smashed desperately. With his last strength, he made a final blow. Then, the blood coat couldn't control his back, fell down, and hit the ground with a bang.

The blood clothes struggled to gasp and dissipated little by little. It seemed that the remnants of his yuan spirit were finally about to be exhausted. But Zhu Peng didn't believe this. At this time, he only believed in his minions and did not speak like a blood coat, because he deeply knew that it was too much thought turning, which was a consumption of his own strength. He fell heavily, but he fell forward with a goal. Zhu Peng's whole body was "intimate" pressed in blood. On the body of the clothes.

"Why, why can you stick to this? I've seen your purple soul, which is just the lowest level of the pupil of desire. In my extraterritorial magic palace, you don't even have the qualification to be glanced at by me. Why do you have such a low and inferior spirit, but Can you fight with me to this extent?" Feeling the faint moisture between his neck, the blood-clad Yuanshen also knew that his fate was inevitable, but the faint confusion always lingered in his heart, which made him unable to let go.

The true bloodline purple soul eye that the blood of the blood soul family has inherited so far comes from him, or from his entity. It was originally a very high magic power achievement, but his master refined this magic power to the extreme, and even dissolved it into his own blood, so that the descendants of the next generation can directly stimulate this through the blood. Xiang Shentong's power no longer relies on the skill secrets step by step, which can be said to be a representative achievement of the shortcut of the Demon Sect: "Inheritance of the true spirit."

And the true spiritual bloodline, the purple eye is different according to the seven evil forces absorbed at the time of awakening, and has completely different powers and attributes. According to the strength and level, it can be divided into: "Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust, the last, with the lowest innate potential.

The difference in absorbing the evil power of dissolution can be regarded as a kind of consideration and self-questioning of the monk's own heart, but also a kind of evaluation of the comprehensive qualification of the monk. The higher the score, the stronger the evil power absorbed by the dissolution, the higher the innate level of the purple spirit, and the greater the power.

But Zhu Peng in front of him obviously dissolves the evil power of "** · desire", which not only shows that his nature is lustful and greedy, but also shows that his comprehensive qualification is extremely low. If the comprehensive qualification is high enough, even his original lust will be affected by the purple soul to absorb the seven evil powers of higher levels and more powerful. .

However, at this moment, Zhu Peng in front of him has perfectly subverted his understanding of the owner of the pupil of desire. In other aspects, at least whoever dares to say that the comprehensive qualification of this guy in front of him is low dares to be anxious. But the problem is that the qualification evaluation of Zipo Tianjing has been passed down for thousands of years, and almost never made a mistake. How can he change his taste?

Slowly tightened his teeth, and even bit the skin at the neck of the blood coat with the power of the body pressure. The warm power flowed into Zhu Peng's mouth, making him almost involuntarily swallow. Mumble, grumble, grumble, hoo." With a sigh of satisfaction, the slight power flowed in the body again.

"The victory or defeat has been decided. I have no power and will to flop again. So, tell me, with your qualifications and will, why did you choose to absorb the seventh evil power and have the low-level purple eye of the pupil of desire?" With the passage of blood in the body, the condensation of the blood clothes became more and more illusory, but Zhu Peng still ignored his words.

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