Chapter 221: The Drums "Su Ling, why do you have to force me Originally, the two of us can be safe, and even I can disappear in Tianwu Mountain from now on, but you are aggressive, you must kill me, okay, then let's die together" Zhong Wushu roared frantically, his hair was already scattered, and he looked like he was crazy: "You force Lao Tzu to burn essence blood, you force Lao Tzu to commit suicide, you must pay the price" As soon as the voice fell, Zhong Wudi's whole person had already appeared next to a drum not far away It's a spirit drum It was Zhong Wuving's last hope that he felt he could kill Su Ling "Get the hell out of me, bunch of garbage" When he arrived at the spirit drum, Zhong Wushu directly waved his arms.
Under the terrifying aura, many disciples of the Taihong Sect who surrounded the spirit drum flew out upside down, dead and wounded The drum has not been beaten again for many years.
Therefore, if you want to ring again, you need a vast amount of Xuan Qi energy to be excited.
This is also the reason why Zhong Wushu explained to Wei Tao and asked all the disciples of Taihong Sect to feed the spirit drum with essence blood.
Those disciples of the Taihong Sect did not have a few in the Xuanling Realm, let alone in the late stage of the Xuanling Realm They can't release Xuan Qi at all, and they don't even have Xuan Qi yet, and they can only absorb it with their essence blood.
But who would have thought that these hundreds of disciples of the Taihong Sect were so wasteful, and it took so long to feed the spirit drum He's going to come in person I saw that Zhong Wu's invincible hands were suddenly placed on the drum surface of the spirit drum.
The terrifying aura brought by the burning essence blood, like a dam bursting, surged vigorously towards the spirit drum.
After a blink of an eye.
"Boom Boom Boom" The spirit drum is like a lion that wakes up and stands up all at once.
The extremely strong momentum swept around, rippling vigorously.
Around, some disciples of the Taihong Sect who were close to each other suffered heavy casualties under the impact of the momentum of the spirit drum.
Even, many powerhouses of the major forces who were watching the drama in hidden places up and down the potential Taihong Mountain couldn't help but vomit blood "Hahaha Su Ling, you, you will definitely die and you are not afraid to tell you, the spirit drum is made of thousands of people's lives and blood, and when the spirit drum comes out, you have no life."
Zhong Wushu laughed, his face and eyes flushed with excitement.
He had already burned more than half of the essence blood in his body, he was sure to die, and the only thought now was to drag Su Ling to die together.
At the same second, many powerhouses of other forces in Tianwu Mountain were frightened and whispered: "Damn, the spirit drum, this evil thing, has been raised again" "I heard my grandfather say that back then, when the ancestor of Taihong Sect raised the spirit drum, he easily killed a martial artist who was about as powerful as him, and the spirit drum was very terrifying."
"Su Ling is dangerous, I didn't expect that he would end up planting on the spirit drum, originally I thought he would really be able to destroy Taihong Sect alone" "Blame Su Ling himself, if he had done it earlier, maybe Zhong Wushu wouldn't have had a chance to burn his essence blood and raise his spirit drum."
"Who said it wasn't, Su Ling could have become famous in a fight, and now although he is also famous in a fight, he has to die with Zhong Wushu and suffer a big loss" Under such discussions, and Zhong Wuyi's smug laughter, looking at Su Ling again, he still didn't have the slightest change in his face from beginning to end.
It's still so indifferent, it's still so proud, it's still so disdainful "Su Ling, die" Soon, Zhong Wushu raised the spirit hammer.
The spirit hammer is a hammer that matches the spirit drum, and the hammer is made of the leg bone of a century-old snow wolf.
The spirit hammer was lifted high by Zhong Wuving, and with Zhong Wuving's ferocious and desperate aura, it fell towards the drum surface of the spirit drum.
"Boom" A blow rang It was simply earth-shattering, and the sound of endless horror reached the nine heavens and resounded through the sky.
Visible to the naked eye, from the spirit drum, a sound wave in the form of a blade was accumulated The sonic knife scar, cutting through the air, was not worse than teleportation, and it went directly to Su Ling's eyes.
What's even more terrifying is that the space where Su Ling was located had already been torn apart before the sonic knife mark hit Su Ling.
The visuals are indescribable.
Countless people, shocked With their eyes wide, they stared at Su Ling deadly, and they felt that Su Ling would definitely die.
Especially, at this moment, Su Ling hadn't even moved a step What the hell is he going to do in the face of Zhong Invincible, even if he is endlessly arrogant, now he is facing the spirit drum It's still so arrogant Isn't it looking for death?
"Su Ling, soon you will know how terrifying the spirit drum is."
In the distance, Zhong Wushu muttered to himself, as if he had seen the scene of Su Ling being torn apart by the spirit drum.
However.
That's when it happened.
People never thought of a scene, and it suddenly appeared.
It's a ghostly handiwork had already arrived in front of Su Ling, and the sonic blade that was almost submerged in Su Ling's body actually slowed down.
It used to be the speed of teleportation, but now it is the speed of a turtle.
Tsai stared carefully, and the sonic blade was almost as static as it was still.
Moreover, some careful people have found that the speed of the sonic blade turtle advances by a finger, and it will dissipate a lot, and if it advances by another finger, it will dissipate a lot.
What the hell is going on here?
Zhong Wuyi, who was still laughing excitedly a second ago, shook his body at this second, his face was completely bloodless, and his hair almost stood up.
He didn't want to believe what he saw, he didn't want to believe it.
"No, no, it's all fake, how can this be?"
Zhong Wushu roared, it was not far from madness, and he continued to smash the spirit drum desperately: "Kill, kill, kill" Boom, boom, boom Three sonic knife marks in a row almost teleported in front of Su Ling, but once they reached a distance of about one meter from Su Ling, the sonic knife marks were once again hundreds of millions of times slower, and they once again became turtles climbing.
"Why tell me why this is happening" Zhong Wushu was completely defeated.
His breath began to wilt rapidly, and he was already heading towards the abyss of death.
Zhong Wudi's eyes were almost dripping blood, and he stared at Su Ling with a hoarse voice.
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