Malamed felt that the people of Kyushu in front of him were making things difficult for him, but he had no evidence.

He had no choice but to continue blinking wildly.

But he had just tried his best to blink, how could he blink faster now?

Hu Ziming stared at Malamud for a long time, and Malamud felt that his eyes were about to start to cramp.

Hu Ziming said, "I really can't see the difference!"

puff!

Malamed felt that if he could move, he would not spurt out blood.

"But I just think you are asking for help."

Hu Ziming's tone seemed to be unable to judge whether he was asking for help.

Although Hu Ziming's tone is now very annoying, I heard Hu Ziming sure to save him.

Malamed breathed a sigh of relief and could finally stop blinking.

But he had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a voice.

Although he couldn't understand, he still subconsciously felt frightened.

"Whatever they do, we are here to help see this palace."

Wu Jie shook his robes and found a broken rock and leaned down.

"What's more, they don't let us care about it. I'm afraid we'll steal their belongings. Why bother with rats - meddling in other people's business?"

The monk inserted the bronze ancient sword in his hand to the ground with his backhand and curled his lips.

But the sharp ancient sword directly penetrated into the earth, as if there was no resistance at all, which made the monk lose his focus.

He fell to the ground as soon as he turned over.

"I'll go!"

"you……"

Before the monk could speak, a cold cold current flowed out of the bronze ancient sword, causing the monk to shivered.

It seems to be warning him not to humiliate it like this.

The monk took a breath of cold air and quickly turned over and accused him of guilt.

"I dare not, I dare not, you are the uncle!"

After worshiping Gu Jian, he turned around and looked at Hu Ziming and said, "You decide, it's okay to save it or not."

He is indifferent, and he is not familiar with these Gentiles.

Life and death are free.

But Hu Ziming couldn't think so.

National University is responsible.

The image that the empire has always given people is a country of benevolence and righteousness, and it is absolutely not said that it will ignore it.

What's more, this is the spiritual leader of Judaism and has the title of prophet.

Once he died in front of Hu Ziming and others, it would be really a yellow mud that would fall off his crotch - it would be either shit or shit.

The Holy City is the final say of the Jewish clan.

Since you come to help, you can't do things but leave disasters.

"Save people, it's wrong to save them if they die."

Hu Ziming shook his head and rejected Wu Jie's suggestion.

Then he turned to look at the "old man", and the mummy was standing on the ground and pretending to be air.

"'Dead old man', do you see anything?"

When he saw Hu Ziming, he actually asked him directly.

"Dead old man" seemed to realize that he could not continue to lie on his body.

"Criff! Criff!" raised his head and looked at the light bridge in the air.

The mummy slowly opened his lips, which seemed to be about torn due to dryness, and said:

"The power of the same origin is like a lineage. Whether it is the Temple of Solomon, the big stone, or the blood in the air, it is a lineage."

After continuing to ponder for a while, the mummy slowly said:

"It's like some kind of feeding back."

“Feedback?”

Hu Ziming frowned.

"Yes, see if you can interrupt their contact and attack that blood."

The mummy grinned.

Let me try the power of this evil god in another place.

In the eyes of mummies, the gods such as Nuwa are not the Jade Emperor, and the gods such as Nuwa are all aliens.

In his time, Jiuzhou was the center of the world, and outside the Central Plains were all barbarians.

"Can you do it?"

Hu Ziming said a little uncertain.

He attacked directly, but others could not save him and directly killed him.

"It's probably OK."

"Okay, I'll make the decision, you can do it."

"Just call me 'old man', anyway, I don't know how long I've been dead, so I'll just say respectful words."

The mummy smiled bitterly.

Then he said:

"I think the blood of that false god is not worthy of the strength of a god with so many believers, but I must admit that I am almost there. You can ask the master to try it with the King of Yue."

The King of Yue Sword, the sword hilt of the Warring States overlord in ancient pre-Qin periods.

The mummy thought to himself that the imperial seal was not here and no one could suppress it.

Hu Ziming turned to look at Wujie when he heard this.

Wu Jie held the bronze ancient sword in one hand, shook the cassock with the other hand and said, "Has you decided?"

"Um!"

Hu Ziming nodded.

"Okay, then go and try it out."

Wujie stood up and became serious. He slowly lifted the King of Yue Sword and looked at the holy blood in the sky.

The light yellow bronze ancient sword seemed to sense something and chanted softly.

The sword edge is free and unrestrained.

The holy blood in the air seemed to feel something, and the suction force on its body became more and more terrifying.

Malamed's legs became weak and he fell to his knees.

The great monk Wujie also put on the King of Yue Sword with his other hand. This supreme divine weapon that had been passed down for thousands of years in the world became heavier and heavier at this time, like a mountain.

Wujie raised his head and looked at Tianyu. At this time, he felt that the bronze ancient sword in his hand was a little laborious.

Even though his arms were more than 100,000 pounds, he felt that the sword in his hand was as heavy as Mount Tai.

However, Wu Jie learned a truth when he was in the Tao in the past: you must not show your fear when facing the enemy, otherwise you will only have seven points left if you have tens of strength, and the opponent's strength will increase to twelve points if you have tens of strength.

Wu Jie's neck bulged, like a roar of a Vajra lion.

He looked up and shouted:

"The Su Ye above, eat the Buddha's sword!"

With these buzzing sounds, I shouted very loudly.

The thick bronze ancient sword seemed to truly awaken at this moment.

The dust of two thousand years has been torn apart on the edge of its sword.

The magical weapon is filthy because it is covered with dust.

Once the dust is pure and the light is born, the rivers and mountains are shattered.

The robe on the great monk Wujie's body was broken inch by inch, revealing its figure as steel bars and iron bones.

Blue veins swelled up on the bronze skin, showing this terrifying power.
To be continued...