Chapter 937 I don't believe you still have cards, isn't this dead?

"impossible!"

"how can that be!"

  The Nine Patriarchs were at the end of their strength at this time, lingering on under the protection of the battered Nether Banner.

  He really couldn't believe it, why Luo Yu survived the horrible explosion just now, and what happened.

  I relied on the holy weapon to barely survive the self-destruction storm just now, so why should this kid.

   And it seems that she hasn't been injured at all, and her complexion is much better than before.

  Luo Yu shook his head and sighed when he saw that the Nine Patriarchs were still alive.

   "Old man, your life is really tough, you won't die."

   Jiuzu's eyes widened.

  Good guy, how dare you say it.

  The person who should complain should be me.

  You frankly fought to the death of eleven ancestral realm powerhouses, and exploded five ancestor-level holy artifacts. Even me and the only remaining Nether Banner are riddled with holes.

   A blind person can see who is going to die.

   "It doesn't matter if you don't die, you can die soon." Luo Yu said with a smile.

   Jiuzu narrowed his eyes.

   "Boy, what are you kidding?"

   "Even if the old man has no strength left, and even the Nether Banner is severely damaged, it is still easy to kill you now."

   "Oh?" Luo Yu raised his eyebrows, not in a hurry.

   Jiuzu sneered: "You don't have to try to delay time, even if you recover your strength now, I will definitely recover faster than you."

   "Your body is severely corroded by dead energy, and your recovery speed has been severely affected."

   "Is that so?"

  Luo Yu didn't rush, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

   "At this point, you can still laugh?" Jiu Zu stared.

   "You can try your best to hit me and see if I'm okay." Luo Yu said sarcastically.

   "Playing tricks, I don't believe you can still have a hole card this time!"

   Jiuzu's eyes turned red.

  Today is definitely the most humiliating day in his countless thousands of years, not one of them.

   A total of twelve ancestral realm powerhouses, carrying six ancestor-level holy artifacts, failed to take down a small native.

   Simply sensational.

   It would be fine if they were negligent and defeated, but they were ruthlessly crushed even after using sneak attacks.

  No matter whether it is strength or scheming, he lost, which made his proud heart unacceptable.

  Luo Yu hooked his fingers, constantly angering the Nine Patriarchs.

  In fact, he has a purpose. I hope that the Nine Patriarchs will focus on him. Otherwise, if the Nine Patriarchs stare at the Dry Explosive Douluo Continent, with his current physical condition, he will not be able to rescue him at all.

  The death of relatives and friends is worse than killing him.

   But obviously, at this moment, the angry Nine Patriarchs hadn't realized that he was going to threaten him with the lives of the Douluo Star creatures.

   Pulling hatred is still useful, Luo Yu thought to himself, mocking even more fiercely.

  The Nine Ancestor's anger value continued to accumulate, reaching a critical point, his eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.

  The momentum of the body damage is also constantly advocating.

   Saving up for the next attack.

  Actually, it's not that he didn't think about destroying the planet behind to make this kid suffer, but he didn't dare to show his back to Luo Yu.

  No way, I was really frightened by Luo Yu's endless tricks.

  This kind of sixth child, who is not afraid.

  Either the spirit is highly concentrated and finds a way to kill him, or he flees thousands of miles away and no longer has any contact in this life.

   It's just that Jiuzu has clearly seen the dawn of victory now.

   Putting this kid into such a miserable state, he has exhausted all his cards. As long as he is killed, all the benefits and secrets will be his.

  If he escaped now, Jiuzu felt that he would regret it for the rest of his life.

   "collapse—"

   At this time, all the dead energy in front of the Nine Patriarchs condensed into a mass of black energy, lingering with blood-red arcs.

   "Boy, go to hell."

   "Your homeland, your woman, and all your opportunities will be fully accepted by this ancestor."

   Nine Patriarchs threw the Nether Banner into the black energy, pushed it with both hands, and seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his life, and blasted at Luo Yu.

  The black dead energy group swept across the void mightily, locking on Luo Yu firmly, there was no way to hide, no way to retreat.

   fell into a real kill situation.

   And at the moment when the Nether Banner was about to approach Luo Yu, Jiuzu showed a wicked smile on his face, and his spirit moved.

   "Boom—"

  The dead energy attack filled with all his remaining energy on the surface is just a cover, and the self-detonation of the Nether Banner, which is full of holes inside, is the real killing move.

   "Boy, the viciousness of this ancestor is beyond your imagination. At the price of sacrificing a holy artifact, it's up to you whether you die this time."

  The creatures watching the battle in the Douluo Continent have long since become numb to the two elders in the universe fighting wits and courage.

  Every time I thought it was the final ending, but something unexpected happened.

   This time, everyone held their palms together and kept silent. There was no other way but to hope that Luo Yu still had his hole cards.

  Looking at Jiuzu's gloomy and triumphant smile, and at the Nether Banner that exploded so close at hand, the corner of Luo Yu's mouth twitched.

"idiot."

   "How do you think I survived just now?"

  He didn't choose to resist, but flipped his hands, and an ordinary earthen jar appeared, which seemed to be broken at any time.

   "Kang!"

  Luo Yu's body shrank rapidly, he lifted the lid, drilled in directly, and then closed the lid tightly.

   This operation directly stunned countless creatures in Douluo Continent.

   What is this operation?

  What the **** is this earthen pot? It doesn’t look high-end at all, it’s rustic, like a pot for pickling vegetables in the village.

  The Ninth Ancestor also looked bewildered, what can stop the ancestor-level holy weapon from exploding.

  You took out the miraculous little clock before, and you still want to live with a broken jar? How much you despise the holy artifact.

   It can’t be the explosion just now, this guy just hid here to survive.

   Jiuzu really didn't believe it, because he couldn't feel any special aura from this jar, it didn't look like a treasure at all.

   "Boom!"

  At this time, the majestic mass of countless violent dead energy has all exploded in the universe, with Luo Yu's crock as the center point.

  The explosions continued for a long time, and the self-detonation power of the ancestor-level sacred weapon was enough to kill any strong ancestor in an instant.

  Because there is too much difference in level.

Compared with just now, this time the Nine Patriarchs and the people from Douluo Dalu could see clearly that the earthen jar looked like it was going to be broken at any moment, as if a mortal could pierce it with a finger, but it was in the terrifying explosion Stand firm.

   "Hiss—"

"This…"

   "What level of treasure is this?"

   "Is the lord a treasure house, and there is even a hole card?"

   There was an uproar in the Douluo Continent, and the Nine Patriarchs also looked like a ghost, clenched their hands tightly, and began to twitch in their hearts.

   "Is this not dead?"

   "Is it all right?"

  (end of this chapter)