章節 1127: The Great Art of Blood Sacrifice

The purple smoke suddenly surged out of the sacred item like a huge tide but was suppressed by the Great Void Seed's energy that was like a swimming dragon. Nevertheless, since Duanmu Sheng was only a peak Nine-leaf cultivator, the evil energy that was far too strong was bound to swallow him up.

"No, no, no," Mu Ertie kept muttering to himself. He had completely lost the bearing of an emperor. Like a madman, he flew up to the sky, intending to punch Duanmu Sheng.

Not even an Eight Chart expert was a match for Lu Zhou, how could Mu Ertie who only had four Birth Charts left be a match for Lu Zhou?

Bang!

Lu Zhou did not use any energy and only used the Golden Buddha's Body to stop Mu Ertie.

At the moment when Mu Ertie felt his arm grow numb, the purplish-black symbols on his body seemed to melt into his skin. Following that, his body began to rot.