at the moment.
It is almost impossible for the two of them to defeat Su Chen today.
It seemed that only by self-destruction could it be possible to severely injure Su Chen.
As for killing the opponent, the possibility is not high.
Once Su Chen is severely damaged, their opportunity will come for the Great Shang Dynasty.
Heipao barely hesitated at all.
In an instant.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth rioted, gathering towards the black-robed saint.
At this moment, the situation changed dramatically, forming a swirling funnel above his head.
Endless spiritual energy was poured into it, and his aura began to rise steadily at this moment.
Once it is raised to the extreme and explodes again, the power will be so devastating that almost no one can stop it.
Even the scarred Shang Dynasty will be completely wiped out.
“Is this a case of a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry?”
When Su Chen saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, with an astonishing cold light flashing in his eyes.
After shaking away the dark creature, he waved his fist and hit the black-robed saint directly.
In an instant.
The invincible fist dominates the world.
"too late!"
The black-robed saint laughed wildly and looked very ferocious.
It is no small matter for a saint to self-destruct.
This is their lifelong cultivation. It is extremely profound and cannot be stopped so easily.
Not to mention.
There are other people around Su Chen to keep him in check.
Almost certainly.
In this area today, almost no one can stop his self-destruction.
“Accompany me, go up...”
A huge sound came.
However.
The words have not yet been spoken.
Hum…
A huge palm spread out from below, with divine light intertwined on it, forming endless rules, as if a hand of God pinched the throat of the black-robed saint.
"Um?"
"This is…"
“Shang Zhou?!”
The smile on the black-robed saint's face froze.
“Shang Zhou?!”
Not just a black-robed saint.
Even Su Chen, the dark creatures, and the people who had escaped were all stunned at this moment.
Everyone looked at the scene that happened in front of them, with disbelief on their faces.
Is Shang Zhou crazy?
This idea appeared in everyone's mind inexplicably.
after all.
This black-robed saint was a powerful figure in the Great Shang Dynasty.
From a seniority point of view, he must be at the level of the ancestor of Shang Zhou.
No matter what, Shang Zhou had no reason to take action against him.
There is only one explanation for what is happening now!
That is, Shang Zhou planned to kill his relatives with a righteous move!
After he planned to kill the black-robed saint, he explained to everyone that he had no choice but to do so.
In this way.
Perhaps many people would spare Shang Zhou's life out of compassion.
"Shang Zhou! Do you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"
The black-robed saint spoke with difficulty.
His old face was full of confusion.
I blew myself up for the sake of the entire Great Shang Dynasty!
He guessed that Su Chen would stop him at all costs.
But he never expected it.
This person was Shang Zhou whom he had always been optimistic about and believed could bring the entire Shang Dynasty to a higher level.
“Shang Zhou! Do you think they can let you go by doing this?”
“Don’t be wishful thinking! Now that you have chosen to cooperate with us, there is no way back for you!”
The dark creature that looked like a champion also spoke secretly at this moment.
At this time, he was also very panicked.
The life of the black-robed saint was manipulated by Shang Zhou. It seemed that Shang Zhou was no longer the same person as him.
As the only one left to fight against Su Chen, he had no chance of winning.
Once the black-robed saint falls, he should think about how to escape.
certainly.
There is also a high probability that even if he wanted to run, he would not be able to run.
In the previous fight, he had already realized how powerful Su Chen was.
These are also three of them saints, all of whom have refined a lot of black blood stones.
Without the existence of the Black Blood Stone, the three of them would have died countless times.
It can be said.
From the beginning, they were not on the same level as Su Chen.
“Ancestor, you are a little too extreme!”
In the central palace of the Great Shang Dynasty, at some point, a man with a majestic appearance appeared.
He is wearing an imperial robe, embroidered with the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, a five-clawed golden dragon, a guard crown on his head, a majestic demeanor, and a pair of unfathomable eyes, in which the sun and the moon are flowing.
He stood there quietly, making no further movements, but like a volcano about to erupt, his body contained energy that could destroy the world.
No one doubts that if Shang Zhou takes action, it will be a shocking scene.
“I’m extreme?”
The black-robed saint seemed to have heard some incredible joke, his expression became extremely exciting.
What did he do all this for?
If he hadn't wanted to push back a powerful enemy, how could he have ended up self-destructing!
Those who can become saints are all outstanding men of this generation!
If given the slightest chance, he would not choose to blow himself up.
It can be discussed that Zhou is better.
Never came to help from the beginning.
Now.
When he came forward, he even accused him of being too extreme, which is too chilling!
“Since your skills are not as good as others, just go on the road with peace of mind!”
“Why choose to self-destruct?!”
Shang Zhou spoke.
His voice was calm and gentle, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him.
Self-destruction.
These two words are easy to say.
But once you choose to do this, not only the body will dissipate, but even the soul will die along with it.
It can be said.
A living saint will erase all traces of his own existence in heaven and earth.
"hehe…"
The black-robed saint looked at Shang Zhou desperately, with mixed emotions in his expression, and a hoarse laugh burst out from his mouth.
Although his self-destruction was interrupted by Shang Zhou, his appearance became countless times older in an instant.
This is the loss of his faith!
At this moment, he no longer knows what he is fighting for at this point.
Don’t even know.
What sense does he have in living?
“Please, my ancestor will die!”
“Your death will not be in vain, I will put an end to this!”
Shang Zhou said no more. He opened his five fingers and raised his hand to press forward, like a five-fingered mountain. There were bursts of wind and thunder sounds, accompanied by the shocking divine light rushing up, which was dazzling.
The black-robed saint did not choose to resist, he stood quietly in the void.
Even though the palm that was holding him had been loosened, he still did not choose to dodge, and quietly waited for Shang Zhou's magical power to come down.
Boom!
The palms in the sky fell, like a golden sky falling, covering everything.
Even as powerful as a black-robed saint, it exploded into a ball of blood mist in an instant.
At this time, he still had a chance to be reborn with a drop of blood, but he did not choose to do so. He just watched quietly as Shang Zhou refined his blood essence and soul.
(End of this chapter)