Since it is a desperate hole card, it will naturally not be used easily, and only when it is desperate, it will be used.

Obviously, the Blood Sword Saint King is going to fight hard at this time!

He was in a hurry, but when he was provoked by Yang Xiaomu's words, he lost his patience, even lost his mind, and became impulsive.

The tenth style of the Blood Sea Burial Soul Knife, the Blood Sea Burial Soul!

This is the desperate hole card of the Blood Knife Saint King, and he does not dare to use it easily until he has to, firstly, he is handy with this trick, and secondly, this is also a trick that hurts the enemy by a thousand and damages eight hundred.

I saw that the sea of blood that surrounded it quickly expanded its range, and it only enveloped Yang Xiaomu in it all at once.

The sound of the ghost crying and the wolf's roar came from it, as if the cage that sealed the resentful spirit had been opened.

In fact, in the blood knife in the hands of the Blood Knife Saint King, many resentful spirits were sealed, all of them were living beings who died in his hands, and before dying, their resentment was sealed in it.

Once opened, the Blood Knife Saint King must always be on guard against their backlash!

Resentful spirits are shouting, struggling, and tearing in the sea of blood!

Then these resentful spirits were condensed by an invisible force and turned into a resentful blood knife, in all directions, everything around them was shrouded by this resentful spirit knife.

If ordinary people were faced with this terrible scene, they would soon lose their hearts and be devoured by the sword.

However, Yang Xiaomu's innate will, after all, is as high as five hundred points, so he naturally doesn't care about these, his heart is like a rock, and his will is like a heavenly sword.

The golden fingers of the Dao Dao turned into dragon and snake runes, densely entangled into a golden shield, enveloping themselves.

Finger of the gods!

Then his hands were sealed, condensed into ninety-nine golden divine mountains, and descended with the invincible momentum of suppressing the Eight Desolations.

Qiang Qiang ......

The blood knife of the resentful spirit slashed on the golden sacred mountain, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

"Break it for me!" The Blood Knife Saint King spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and the Resentful Spirit Blood Knife became more condensed as if it had eaten an aphrodisiac, turning into a knife that tore through the heavens and the earth.

Rumble!

A violent roar rang out!

The rolling golden divine mountain was cut off at once, but the blood knife was castrated, and it slashed fiercely on the seal of the gods.

The golden shield only lasted less than breathing, and it was finally shattered by a click, and finally slashed into the body with a knife.

Yang Xiaomu was blown away by a knife, and he couldn't stop coughing up blood in his mouth, but his eyes were even brighter.

This is the moment!

Blood Dragon Wings appear!

Yang Xiaomu splits the knife with his right hand, and his left hand comes out of the palm!

Bury people!

The Divine Palm of Creation!

Yang Xiaomu slashed out the strongest trick!

Sacrifice the entire country and turn it into a burial tomb!

The Blood Knife Saint King, whose mouth was bleeding and his face was as pale as paper, forgot to resist, and he didn't have time to resist, so he could only watch the huge tomb suppress it with a dull face.

Bang!

The Blood Knife Saint King is dead!

A Saint King, a Saint King with infinite potential, was suppressed into a blood mist like this, and he didn't even have time to scream.

The people of Huangquan Sect were collectively stunned, not to mention ordinary disciples, even the Holy King, including the master of Huangquan Sect.

Everything happened so fast that even the Huangquan Sect Master didn't have time to rescue him.

A moment ago, Yang Xiaomu obviously looked completely suppressed and at a disadvantage, but who would have thought that in just an instant, he would burst out with such a terrifying power.

But it didn't take long for them to know why!

There are two hundred small golden pills, like a star map, floating behind Yang Xiaomu's head!

Not bad! It's two hundred little gold pills!

A seventh-order real person condensed a full two hundred small golden pills!

The shock on the faces of those high-ranking Saint Kings was quickly replaced by bitterness. They are young, and they have become saint kings, all of them are geniuses among geniuses, and they have condensed the same number of small golden pills, but they can cross the hurdle of two hundred. There are very few, and even say that there is no one except the Holy King of Reincarnation.

But now, a seventh-order real person has done it!

Almost all of the Holy Kings had a fever on their faces.

Before, they were still self-righteous and looked down on Yang Xiaomu at all, but now they were all slapped in the face.

As for those inner disciples and real people, they are even more embarrassed, let alone two hundred, even if it is a hundred small golden pills, they can't condense it.

As for the little demon princess, when she saw Yang Xiaomu slashing the Blood Sword Saint King, her face was happy at first, but then she was even more worried, because he knew that in this way, there would be no room for things to turn back, and her father would definitely kill her.

In fact, it was exactly like this, seeing the Blood Knife Saint King being killed, the Huangquan Sect Lord didn't even have time to rescue him, which was also a humiliation for him, especially since he still had the intention of using Yang Xiaomu as a whetstone at first.

But now this whetstone has broken the steel knife.

In other words, the death of the Blood Knife Saint King is inseparable from his carelessness, which is definitely an unforgivable mistake.

"Excellent! I can't imagine that you are so deeply hidden. "Things are out of the control of the Huangquan Sect Master, he is not as calm as before, and his expression is cold and terrifying.

"It's just that you're stupid!" Yang Xiaomu didn't have the slightest fear.

"Originally, I wanted to give you a dignified death, but now it seems that I was wrong, since you died like that, then you will be fulfilled!" As soon as he said that, the master of the Huangquan Sect had already made a move, and he pointed out without any fancy.

The master of the Huangquan Gate is the great power of the middle god period, that is, the cave realm, the hole is illusory, and the truth is seen.

In the same way, the power of this realm is also the existence that begins to break through the aggregates.

The so-called five aggregates refer to the five aggregates of color, receiving, thinking, acting, and knowing. Of the five aggregates, except for the first aggregate, which is a material phenomenon, the other four aggregates are mental phenomena in the five aggregates.

The master of the Huangquan Sect not only has insight into the essence of color, the essence of receiving and the essence of thinking, but now it is the realm of breaking the essence of action.

The pitch-black finger **** goes out, no matter where the enemy flees, as long as it is locked, it will definitely arrive.

Yang Xiaomu knew that in the face of absolute power, all schemes were useless, and he could only rely on the power of the crystal ball for now.

"No!" But at this moment, the little demon princess didn't know where the power came from, and suddenly pounced in front of Yang Xiaomu, and the golden bowl hung down with golden light.

But when it encountered the black fingers, it didn't help at all, it just shook it away, and then pierced its body, like a butterfly with folded wings, and crashed into Yang Xiaomu's body poignantly.

The mutation happened too quickly, and everyone was caught off guard, even if the Huangquan Sect Master withdrew most of his strength at the critical moment, he still hit the little princess hard.

Yang Xiaomu knew that the little demon princess liked herself, but she didn't expect that she would die for herself, so he could only subconsciously catch her and hold her in his arms.

"Big Bad Guy ......" the little demon princess cried and laughed, and the blood in her mouth was endless, infinitely poignant. Reaching out to touch Yang Xiaomu's face, but only halfway out, she used all her strength, and she could only close her eyes with infinite regret, and the arm that had just reached out hung down weakly.

"No!" Yang Xiaomu roared sadly, like half of the awakened demon king, covered in demonic flames......