Chapter 537 Do you still think strategy is not as good as power?

After cleaning up the obstacles above his heart, Wu Lingzhu did not use the 72 secret demons to destroy the world again, because he already "knows" that this world was false. All his own strength was attacked to the empty place, wasted, but did not to the blood god Zheng. Hidden, causing the slightest damage.

Therefore, Wu Lingzhu only uses the formation to support its own true pupil of the Heavenly Demon, observes the "fantasy" in front of him, hoping to peep through it in the shortest time, and then, through the heart bell's sword light, it is easy to kill the blood god Zheng Yin.

Sure enough, under the observation of the more and more dark eyes of the true pupil of the celestial demon, the original empty void in the lonely world became more and more chaotic, and soon turned into a vast sea of clouds. The sea of clouds quickly changed from thick to light, turning into a clear and clear void.

However, the void on this side is different from the lonely void on which side before. There are white clouds in the sky, swaying in the wind: under the feet, there are icebergs sitting, continuous ups and downs, which is the real world.

In this real world, Zheng Yin, the blood god, is under the siege of the light of the beheading sword. Although he is free in the heavenly demon's free method, coupled with the helper of the purple and blue double swords, he is dangerously avoided at the moment when he is about to be be beheaded, but it will be killed sooner

"Brother Wu, since you are so stubborn, you are not welcome!" Wu Lingzhu laughed loudly. When it was right, she abandoned the heart bell. [body] The internal mana was as turbulent as the tide of the ocean,

Insperfusion into it endlessly.

That is, time, the heartbell shines brightly, and the black brilliance almost forms a substantial crystal.

The Wuling pearl seal came out, and the distant sky pointed to Zheng Yin, the god of blood. At that time, the heart bell flashed, and the void disappeared. When it reappeared, it appeared on the head of the blood god king Zheng Yin.

"Wow"

It's like the Tianhe River pouring down, and a long black river washed down, straight towards Zheng Yin, the god of blood.

At this moment, there was a cruel and playful smile on Wu Lingzhu's face.

Although the result has not yet appeared, in his heart, everything is doomed. Zheng Yin, the god of blood, must be the end of God's death. Because this Tianhe is completely condensed by the light of the god-killing sword, the power is unparalleled, and it is its peak killing move.

The truth is that it is true.

Zheng Yin, the god of blood, under the endless sword, was only trying to survive in the cracks, and there was not much place to move. Now, this hanging Tianhe was under the impact. At that time, there was no way to hide, no way to avoid it. He could only devote all his strength, so that the purple and green swords The sword light that tore the sky and the earth split towards the Tianhe River in the sky.

The sword of the blood god Zheng Yin can't be said to be strong. Wu Lingzhu pays for it himself. Even if he takes this sword hard, he will not feel good. However, this sword cut off on the Tianhe River formed by the light of the sword, leaving only a sword mark. Ninety-nine's power, as if crossing the void, without any barrier, still rushing towards the high sky.

"Sneer" The sea of clouds cracked, the void was broken, and the turbulence surged.

Such a shocking scene, in normal times, even Wu Lingzhu, can't avoid careful observation and good exploration. However, at this moment, Wu Lingzhu was completely uninterested, and his spirit was completely attracted by another scene.

This scene is exactly the sad howling of Zheng Yin, the god of blood.

The howling was really sad, turbulent for nine days. However, the high-pitous brightness only maintained for a moment, and then gradually became low, and soon disappeared.

Zheng Yin, the god of blood, still looked very scared, but his eyes had become extremely empty, without any brilliance. There is no doubt that Zheng Yin, the god of blood at this moment, has only a pair of flesh and blood.

"Wu Dao,... Wu Shentong is dead!" He deserves to die. Wudao Louzhai is kind-hearted and generous, but he is stubborn, but it's a pity that such a fairy's combat power is buried!" It's not a pity that with this complete flesh and blood body, with the magic power of the owner of Wudao, it is not difficult to become an external incarnation with the combat power of immortals!" The discussion of the four foreign monks came one after another, and the sound was as loud as a wave. In just a moment, the voice of the disciples of Tuansha Island was completely overshadowed. Some people even showed their fierce light to the people of Tuansha Island without any concealment. Because, in their opinion, Tuansha Island, which has lost Wu Shentong, is already a fallen phoenix, and it is no longer worthy of the second position on the 47th island.

Re-ranking, of course!

At this moment, Wu Lingzhu was full of complacency and his heart was extremely happy. In the distance, the almost adjudatory words floated like snow and penetrated into his ears. He couldn't help but feel more and more comfortable.

"This little Antarctic, as long as I'm still here, it can only belong to me, and no one can take it away! Brother Wu, you are not the first provocator, nor the last one, but I, will definitely laugh to the end.

Wu Lingzhu, after all, is not the kind of person who is complacent. After being complacent for a while, he soon returned to normal. That is, time, a wave of hands, all the monks from the four foreign countries rushed here.

"Brothers, Taoist friends from all sides, in today's battle, Brother Wu was too arrogant, but he fell. Although I am very sorry, I admire Brother Wu's unyielding spirit and will. Therefore, I decided not to re-rank for the time being within ten years, leaving the second place to Tuansha Island. Within this ten years, no one is allowed to invade the disciples of Tuansha Island, let them practice well, and truly inherit Brother Wu's vein. Speaking of this, Wu Lingzhu paused a little and looked at the disciples of Tuansha Island and said, "I hope you can make good use of these ten years. I hope that in ten years, standing in the position of the second and deputy leader of the 47th Island will still be the same vein of Tuansha Island!" Thank you, the alliance leader, for your magnanimousness. I can't thank you enough!" Tuansha Island disciples seemed to know that the general trend was gone, but there was no intention of indignation. They seemed to be very calm and obedient. They fell to the ground together and thanked him.

When the rest of the people saw this, although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they all seemed to be very happy. In their mouths, they all said, "The leader of the alliance is really a benevolent and righteous person. In this great disaster, the leader of the alliance must be able to surpass the real person with long eyebrows, lead us to the The capture of Middle-earth has always been Wu Lingzhu's long-cherished wish in his heart. At this time, he is naturally even happier to hear these words. At this moment, when he was very happy, suddenly, there was a feeling of life and death in his heart.

Although this feeling, in Wu Lingzhu's opinion at this time, was really unreasonable, because it was so strong that he instinctively chose to dodge.

A shake, away from the original boundary.

"Oh"

A warry purple-blue sword suddenly appeared, and one arm fell down. In the hand of that arm, there was still a black bell in his hand.

"Who?" At this moment, it was Wu Lingzhu, and he was afraid. If he hadn't believed his inner feelings and dodged immediately, this sword would not have cut off an arm, but passed through his heart.

Then I was afraid that after I went away, what rose in my heart was the extreme anger of bursting. His body was so square that he was stirred up by his momentum and twisted into a whirlpool.

The next moment, he stopped questioning, because everything in front of him made him completely understand.

Because the void in front of us is changing, and the glaciers, white clouds and monks are all disappearing and disappearing.

"This time, isn't it a fantasy? I actually said it?"

Such a result is really unacceptable to Wu Lingzhu, who has been self-sufficient for a long time. However, it is difficult to accept and must be accepted, because a sword light hidden in the dark is continuing to kill him.

At that time, Wu Lingzhu roared again, and the seventy-two secret demons flew out of the [body] again, intending to break the world abruptly with his strong power.

However, as soon as it moved, before it began to move, the heart suddenly accelerated, and the blood around his body, as if boiling, swelled sharply outward, and even his body was about to burst out.

At present, Wu Lingzhu temporarily installed the seven-two secret demon Yuanming god flag, drumming the magic power all over the body, [Zhen] suppressing the abnormal fluctuation of qi and blood in his body.

At this moment, vaguely, Wu Lingzhu felt a sense of familiarity in her heart and felt that she seemed to have neglected something. Just as it was about to pass, a touch of blood shined like a stream of lightning, suddenly flashed, and rushed over incomparablely.

Instinctively, Wu Lingzhu urged the mana to protect, but the bloody glow was regarded as nothing, without any obstruction, so it directly penetrated and directly rushed into the [body] of Wulingzhu.

As soon as he entered the [body], the blood-colored glow forced his yuan spirit.

At this moment, Wu Lingzhu finally understood and couldn't help saying, "You are not Master Wu, you are the god of blood Zheng Yin!"

"Haha" At this time, Zheng Yin, the god of blood, burst into laughter, "Now I know, don't you think it's a little late?"

While speaking, the blood god saw Zheng Yin in an orderly manner, and arranged the strongest blood light forbidden in the "Blood Nerve" in the [body] of Wu Lingzhu.

The speed of the blood god Zheng Yin was very fast, and it was completed in a short time. Since then, Wu Lingzhu has been completely and fell into his control.

"Do you still think strategy is not as good as strength?" After the blood god Zheng Yin flew out of the body of Wu Lingzhu, he said with a playful face.

Wu Lingzhu is speechless, only the bitterness on his face.