"Little leaves, you can't control the blood curse with your current cultivation, it will only be counterproductive, the blood curse will go back, and the soul will fly away."

The oracle saw that he insisted on gnashing his teeth, sneer and sarcasm, and his unparalleled face had a high meaning.

"Really." Ye Zhongyuan's face was not very good-looking, but his eyes were still cold.

He urged the blood curse hard, and the blood in the void became stronger and stronger, as if the sky was cracking, and the sky was full of blood.

The corner of Shen's lips sank, and a glimmer of accident flashed under his eyes.

He had already taken away a vein of Ye Zhongyuan, and it stands to reason that he would not persist for so long!

With the power coming from the blood curse stepping forward, the **** shivered with cold sweat.

The power he had borrowed from Shicai was almost depleted. Now Ye Zhongyuan not only did not fall down, but also made the blood curse send more powerful power to oppress him, which made him have to be careful.

In the blood curse, that terrible power enveloped the world.

Even the people of Nanxuan, who were thousands of miles away, felt oppressed, turned their heads, and angered their blood.

The deity slender five fingers clasped Yao Guangqin, his eyes narrowed slightly, at this moment, he suddenly saw a fire-like palm in the blood curse poking out from the void and grabbing at him.

The palm of his hand had not approached him, and the warning sign of God's heart immediately hung, and he felt a sense of escape.

"Damn!" Shen Zhenjun's face twisted, his body flickering in an attempt to avoid the burning palm.

But the speed of the palm is extremely fast, as if the eyes have grown like shadows.

Ye Zhongyuan was pale to the extreme at this moment, he stared at the figure of the deity escaping, and then looked at the blood light, the color had begun to dim.

The blood curse must be painted with blood, and his body blood was almost drained by the blood curse.

All that blood is left now.

Heart blood is the root of human beings and cannot be used unless necessary.

Ye Chongyuan couldn't control so much, the **** shook him and shook his whereabouts unknown. He had to pay him!

Just when he was lucky to force the blood out of his mouth, a thunder suddenly fell from the sky, and he just fell on the shrine with unbiasedness and attacked by the palm of the fire. He was caught by surprise and the whole man fell from a high altitude.

Ye Zhongyuan's body caught up like lightning.

The deities falling into the woods were embarrassed.

A spotless white robe, mottled with blood.

The thunder broke off the hair band, and three thousand inks were scattered in a mess. The shrine was kneeling on one knee and half knees. His eyes were red as a devil, and he scolded at the sky: "It has been more than seven thousand years! You punished me seven thousand Isn't it enough for many years? It is he who stole my Qinger, why isn't he condemned? It's me ?! You are not fair, why should I respect you? Heavenly anger, my **** never fears! ! "

Gorgeous Jin Mang suddenly issued from his hands and attacked the sky.

Coincidentally, the sky dropped a thunder again and collided fiercely with Jin Mang from the oracle.

When Ye Chongyuan flew over, he saw the expression of God's face mad and distorted, as if he had forgotten his existence.

The thunder that kept falling on the sky broke the forest.

God shouted and scolded, as if to vent the resentment accumulated over the past seven thousand years.

"The power of condemnation?" Ye Zhongyuan was startled.

The thunder from heaven is not a general promotion to heaven, but a condemnation.

To put it simply, it is the person in front of him that is offending heaven!

This thunder, the punishment is the oracle.

What mad thing did this shrine do? Provoked heaven to him?

"My **** tribe admires you for tens of thousands of years. It's all about feeding dogs! You destroyed my entire tribe and cut off my marriage. Why is it worth being feared by the world?" God shouted madly, and the curse sounded throughout the world.

Ye Zhongyuan looked at him as he scolded and became more mad.

Perhaps God didn't want to bother with the oracle any more, and the thunderous thunder that day disappeared for a while.

"God, where did you send the shake ?!" Ye Zhongyuan pushed forward and asked coldly.

"Qinger ... Yes, I only want my Qinger, no tribe, no fame, no future! My gods don't want anymore!" The gods looked mad, sometimes looked helplessly around, Qinger ... "

Ye Zhongyuan's heart was cold. This **** was afraid he was driven crazy by himself?

"Qinger, wait for me ... I won't let you leave me again! I will never let us break up!"

Suddenly, a strong determination broke out under the shrine's eyes.

Glancing at Ye Chongyuan, blasting with one hand, hit him several meters away.

Then he used his hands to release the power of space elements.

Ye Zhongyuan's heart screamed badly, the oracle was the rhythm to leave with space power!

Running forward like lightning, one step late.

Under the serious injury of the god, he escaped by using space power!

Ye Zhongyuan's anger was unstoppable, but he was helpless. He could sense the power fluctuations of the space elements, but he was not a space mage.

Unable to use space power to hunt down oracles.

The oracle used space elements to escape, and he is likely to look for a shake!

If he were to be shaken, the mental state of his insanity now would certainly hurt it.

"Mo Qilin!" Ye Zhongyuan simply summoned Mo Qilin with his last spiritual power.

"Master, how did you get hurt like this ?!" Mo Qilin almost scared to death when he saw that he was hurt.

"Take me back to the north brake immediately!" Ye Zhongyuan ordered.

Mo Qilin instantly transformed into the body, and did not dare to carry him to the North Brake without delay.

In order to save time for healing, Ye Chongyuan healed himself on Mo Qilin's back.

Although the effect is not better than the retreat, it can also make him recover nearly half.

...

After the battle stopped, the sky returned to the silence of the night.

All the people left the palace with fear and returned home.

In the carriage, Di Yaotian praised Ye Zhongyuan, the son-in-law, all the way, so powerful that even the emperor shunned the son-in-law by three points.

"Dad, you can't be partial!" Di Fuling muttered with disappointment. "Furthermore, neither Di Fuyao nor Beicha Ghost Emperor had the same character. No one said they would marry her. What a pleasure you are here ? "

Di Yaotian is still happy, his eyes fell on the silent Emperor Jinxiu, meaning: "Fairy, my father sees this Emperor of the North Bazaar really well, if you can be his person ..."

"Dad!" Emperor Jinxiu's face changed suddenly, "Do you not know who the North Emperor Ghost Emperor is?"

She is only interested in His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Although the Northern Emperor Ghost Emperor looked terrible, she could not control this dangerous man.

What's more, as far as she knows, the palace master has long admired the Northern Emperor ghost emperor for a long time, and she has no courage to grab a man from the palace master.

Di Yaotian laughed indifferently: "The ghost emperor is a bit more cruel, but if he assists us, our emperor's family will be able to dominate the heaven of heaven and become the first refining family of heaven!"

He dreamed very beautifully, as if he had already seen the beautiful scene of the emperor family becoming the first family of refining medicine in the mainland.