Chapter 625 Funeral for You!

In mid-air, two Nascent Soul True Monarchs were damaged in a row, and the remaining Nascent Soul True Monarchs all looked solemn and tense.

If there is any danger, any trouble, it will attract everyone's vigilance and take action in advance!

No matter what kind of monster it is, anyone who tries to get close will be beheaded mercilessly!

"What about this beast?"

Prince Dayou asked loudly.

After a while, after beheading the two True Monarchs of Nascent Soul, Su Zimo never appeared again, as if he had left this place.

"This beast is quite a thief."

The bald man snorted coldly: "If he dares to sneak attack again at this time, he will be locked and he will die!"

The woman in white said: "The monster's perception of danger is stronger than that of the human race. It is estimated that he has escaped."

After the two finished speaking, they looked at the thin old man subconsciously.

The thin old man shook his head and said, "I don't know, I'm just curious, why did this monster start a beast tide and stop my three-dynasty coalition."

At this moment, a Jindan real person galloped towards this place, covered in blood, and the armor on his body was almost smashed by the monster.

The visitor landed on the deck of the spirit boat, walked towards the three princes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Prince Qi, the beast tide is too ferocious, it can no longer be resisted, please order the prince to withdraw!"

"What nonsense!"

Prince Dayou slapped the table and scolded: "My three dynasties coalition forces have hundreds of Yuan Ying Zhenjun accompanying them, and they can suppress these beast tides at any time!"

"Humph!"

Prince Daxia squinted his eyes and said coldly, "Although you are a general in the army, but you are so disturbed by our army, you should be killed!"

"All right!"

The Dashang prince waved his hand and said, "General Sun, you go down first and try your best to kill the enemy. In this battle, the seniors of Nascent Soul will take action, and the outcome is already divided."

This General Sun, after all, belonged to the Great Shang Dynasty, so he could not be executed for such a reason.

The big business prince has to protect him no matter what.

Moreover, the current battle situation is indeed as he said.

Numerous Nascent Soul True Monarchs have already begun to take action, erupting spells and suppressing the beast tide!

Although the beast tide is ferocious, after all, the realm of cultivation is one level worse, and it simply cannot withstand the slaughter of True Monarch Yuan Ying.

The trend of the beast tide has already collapsed!

After such a short time, General Sun on the spirit boat did not stop, and the distance with the three princes kept getting closer.

When the war broke out, the three thin old men had already come to the three princes to prevent accidents from happening.

The first to notice the abnormality was the bald man.

Looking at the general surnamed Sun who came over, the bald man frowned and scolded: "Do you still have rules in your eyes, you don't even kneel in front of the prince!"

At the same time, the thin old man frowned, scattered his consciousness, and passed over General Sun's body.

"Um?"

The thin old man's expression changed.

His consciousness was blocked by a mysterious force!

It feels familiar, like...

"not good!"

The thin old man gasped, his heart almost burst!

At this moment, a voice sounded faintly: "I don't kneel because... I'm here to bury you!"

At this time, General Sun had already arrived in front of the three Yuanying True Monarchs.

Under everyone's attention, the muscles on General Sun's face actually wriggled strangely, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into another person!

With delicate features, like a scholar, only those eyes are indifferent and murderous!

The person here is not General Sun at all, but Su Zimo who has changed his face!

Almost everyone's attention is on the outside.

No one thought that Su Zimo would dare to deliver it to the door himself!

"This……"

The woman in the white shirt froze for a moment.

This wrong god is the separation of life and death!

In melee combat, in Su Zimo's eyes, this kind of flaw is equivalent to death!

Su Zimo stretched out his palm and patted it directly on the Tianling cover of the woman in white.

bang.

The head of the woman in white shattered, her brain burst apart, her primordial spirit was also shattered, and she died on the spot!

The thin old man and the bald man reacted immediately.

The bald-headed man was originally a body trainer, and seeing Su Zimo up close was more in line with him.

Blood burst.

The bald-headed man glared at Su Zimo's head and beat him fiercely!

The fist is like a meteorite, with an unrivaled momentum, it slams!

The thin and old people are more old and hot, and they are more experienced and retreat at the first time.

As long as the distance is drawn, he is already invincible!

At the same time, the thin old man made a magic trick with his hands, condensing a spell.

Mana surges.

A sturdy finger quickly condensed, like a sky-piercing stone pillar, bursting out with terrifying power, and slammed into Su Zimo's chest fiercely!

"Buzz!"

At the same time, Su Zimo spoke suddenly.

The Daming Curse broke out!

The sound of Sanskrit reverberated throughout the world, reverberating incessantly, bursting out with mighty mighty power!

The first to suffer was not the others, but the Imperial Imperial Army near the deck.

Jingle Jingle!

Many banned soldiers showed pain, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground, making a sound.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Cracks appeared on the protective jade talismans on the bodies of the three princes, and they were shattered by this Sanskrit sound!

The thin old man was shocked, frowned slightly, and there was a trace of pain in the depths of his eyes.

Although he is True Monarch Nascent Soul, he is not a body refiner after all, and his ability to bear this kind of Sanskrit sound is not too strong.

In mid-air, the mana fingers that had just condensed also disintegrated a little, and their power decreased.

Sanskrit has the least influence on the bald man.

The fist of the bald man hardly stopped!

"mum!"

Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged, and he opened his mouth again.

The second Sanskrit sound is coming!

Bang bang bang!

Most of the imperial imperial troops on the spirit boat fell straight down, the seven orifices were bleeding, the death was tragic, and their minds had been shaken into a paste.

The three princes were pale and slumped on the ground weakly.

In mid-air, the mana finger that hit it swayed a bit, and its power was greatly reduced.

The steps of the thin old man staggered.

But he was not afraid.

The distance between the two sides has widened.

Moreover, Su Zimo had to deal with his spells, the melee combat of the bald man, and there was no chance for him to get close to him at all.

Sudden!

In the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of light.

The thin old man looked up subconsciously.

Not far away, Su Zimo's right eye burst out with a dazzling light, like a scorching sun, reflecting the whole world like day!

Candle eyes!

boom!

A flaming and unparalleled beam of light spewed out, traversing the void, and directly entered the face of the thin old man!

At this moment, the world is still.

Bright light.

The next moment, the light dissipated.

Night shrouded again.

And above the spirit boat, the body of the thin old man was twitching unconsciously.

There was only one round hole running through the front and back on his face, his facial features disappeared, and the wound around the wound was scorched.

His head was directly pierced by the white beam just now!

Primordial Spirit didn't even have a chance to escape, and he was already blown away!

In the blink of an eye, the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs on the spirit boat fell!