It's gone, but it's just a snap of a finger.

The cardinal probably never imagined that he would die so miserably.

But no one cared about his life or death, more of a horror and the strength of the guilty bowl.

As one of the top twelve archbishops in the core of the Holy See, he definitely occupies the top four words among the many patriarchs.

However, such a top master was like a stack of yellow sand in an instant, and he didn't even have a chance to struggle, and he was suddenly blown away by the wind.

"Sin Bowl!"

Zhao Ke's eyes carefully looked at Sin Boluo's body.

Just as the gods described them to themselves yesterday, their facial features are correct, and they can even be described as handsome.

If you don't listen to their descriptions, you don't know the origin of the sin bowl.

The first time the two met, just by their appearance, Zhao Ke didn't dare to say that he had a good impression, but he would never deliberately make things difficult, after all, it was also a rare thing to see a pleasing face.

Sin Bowl took out a copy of the manual from his wide robe, opened it, and picked up the brush that was clipped to it.

When everyone was stunned, they suddenly saw the sin bowl Luo raising the pen beside him, and a person who didn't know that it was a disciple of the sect was a little bit of eyebrows.

"Poof!"

The soft edge of the pen is like a sharp sword, poking a thumb-sized hole in the opponent's head.

Seeing his own disciple being killed, an elder was furious for a while, and shouted angrily, "Bald, you are looking for death!" ”

"Poof!"

As soon as the words fell, I didn't see the pen in Sin Boluo's hand shake, and a drop of bright red blood flashed a blood mark in the air.

"Be careful!"

The moment he saw the blood marks crossed, the three bodies shot at the same time.

The Manichaean Master sacrificed an ice-blue flame that instantly froze the void, but the blood stains seemed to pass through the void and reality, unaffected by the flames.

At this time, Zhang Zhijing made a move, and a jade sword that was no more than a finger long stimulated a pure yang sword qi in the palm of his hand.

is just mellow, a sword aura, but it gives people the majesty of the sea.

This made everyone's eyes can't help but be shocked by Zhang Zhijing's strength, the real depth is hidden, just with this sword qi, I am afraid that there are few people present who can compare with him.

However, the reality is unusually cruel, the blood mark is like an arrow shot by Hou Yi, and a huge hole is ruthlessly torn open on the sword that seems to be **.

It's like tearing a hideous wound on the face of a peerless beauty, and those who see it are shocked.

Seeing that the sword was broken, the great shaman finally made a move.

His rough calloused palms rolled up the thick earth qi around him, causing the weight of Wan Jun to converge at one point, colliding with the scarlet.

One gas turns Xuanhuang, and the earth is shattered and the earth is condensed.

This is the trick of the great shaman of the past dynasties, maybe the great shaman itself is not strong, and even the strength may not be stronger than Zhang Zhijing.

But this trick is skillful, but it is cleverly created.

The crowd just listened to "Bang! The whole ground shook for a while.

Zhao Ke, as a postman of the natural department, after breaking free from a shackle at the same time, his strength has increased by leaps and bounds, and he is in the state of a natural prophet all the time, and he can clearly sense that the surrounding earth is cracking and even deforming.

Even if everyone didn't feel it clearly for a while, if they walked around, it was not difficult to find that there were more than a dozen bottomless cracks on the ground.

borrowed ten miles of land, but couldn't suppress a single bead of blood?

Zhao Ke's heart was rolling up in a monstrous wave for a while, and he was undoubtedly deeply shocked by the strength of the sin bowl.

"Poof!"

With a muffled and powerful cracking sound, the blood stains directly penetrated through the earth's qi without hindrance, and in the frightened eyes of everyone, they saw the blood beads "dripping" against the elder's forehead.

In an instant, the elder's face was extremely pale, and a stream of yellow stuff flowed out of his crotch.

It's just that what everyone didn't expect was that the elder stiffened for a breath before he slowly raised his finger and wiped it on his forehead.

This drop of bright red blood spread out on his forehead, but he himself was unscathed.

Everyone even carefully examined it without worry.

You must know that Fang Cai's drop of blood, the three top masters failed to intercept it.

Not to mention piercing a person's head, even if it is a big stone, everyone will not doubt it.

However, after a long pause, the elder finally confirmed that he was okay and still alive.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhijing couldn't help but look at the great shaman and the Manichaean sect leader.

When he found that the eyes of the two were also looking at him, the faces of the three people suddenly became extremely difficult to see.

When everyone looks at the bowl of sin again, it is like facing the enemy.

can penetrate the layers of obstruction of the three people with one blow, but in the end, nothing drips on the other party's forehead.

This will never be because the three of them have dispersed the power of the blood beads.

This point of self-knowledge, the three of them still have it.

Then the answer is very clear, it should be said that Sin Boluo has no intention of killing him at all.

Lift lightly as lightly, lift as lightly.

The use of power by the Sin Bowl has reached an unbelievable level.

This drop of vermilion blood was nothing more than a warning to them from the Sin Bowl.

Or rather, the dismount.

There is no doubt that Sin Boluo succeeded, and a drop of vermilion blood succeeded in shocking everyone.

Including the Great Shaman, Zhang Zhijing, and the Zoroastrian leader, the three top masters.

As for Zhao Ke on the side, he understood better why Hei Zhuo, who had always been inseparable from the Heavenly Oracle, refused to appear at this time.

If you were to change yourself, I'm afraid that you will also find a place where no one is there to hide.

It's not because of fear, it's because of unwillingness to face one's own incompetence.

When his most important friend is about to die in front of him, he finds that he can't do anything, and even has to watch him die.

This kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can have the opportunity to experience.

"Amitabha, the poor monk sins the bowl, dare to ask if the great elder of Manichaeism is here, the poor monk has some incomprehension, and ask him to teach!"

The voice of the sin bowl was full of magnetism, and the eyes were clear and traceless, pure as the spring water in the mountains, and the purity at the sight of the bottom.

If it weren't for the corpse at his feet, a blow of blood on Zhu's pen, I'm afraid no one would have linked such a young man to a demon.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, last night, my sect elder was already an ancient!"

The Manichaean leader stepped forward, ready to be replaced.

However, Sin Boluo didn't seem to have such a plan, his slender eyebrows rose slightly, and he put his hands together and said, "In this case, please let the poor monk take a look at the noble body of the elder of your sect to show the helplessness in the poor monk's heart." ”

"Humph!"

The Manichaean sect leader snorted coldly in his heart, thinking that the sin bowl was suspected of his own elder's death.

But he can use his character to guarantee that this elder will never be happy with revenge in his life, dare to love and hate, and never disdain to use such humble means.

If it were a single person, the Manichaean leader might jump out and expel the person.

Even stop the other party at all costs, because it is an insult to the elder.

But the man before him is a bowl of sin.

A bead of blood has clearly revealed the gap between each other.

That is, even if the three of them join forces.

He sinned against the people whom he wanted to kill, and no one could save them.

After considering the terrifying strength of the Sin Bowl, the Manichaean Sect Leader finally nodded and motioned for his disciple to carry the corpse up.

I saw that the body had already been stored in a thin coffin.

An old man with a long beard and white hair was lying quietly in a coffin with a kind face.

The corners of his mouth maintained a serene curvature, like a sleeping grandfather, still doing the ridiculous things of his youth in his dreams.

Zhao Ke stood up on the treetops and stood on tiptoe to look.

Looking back at the oracle: "Really dead??" ”

Heaven oracles people are blind, but their hearts are not blind, and there are even some things that they can see more clearly than those who are not blind.

Tianyu nodded with a heavy expression, his heart was ready, and it was his turn to prepare.

At this moment, Sin Bo Luo suddenly leaned over the old man's corpse and didn't know what to say.

While everyone was still confused, the old man, who was already asleep, suddenly moved his fingers.

Zhao Ke stood on the tree and looked at it really, and when he saw this, he turned back to the heavenly oracle and congratulated: "It looks like you can live one more round!" ”