"Xia Shenzi, your destroying cross shield should also be a complete supreme sacred weapon. Why can't you evoke such a mighty power?" King Jiumu asked in wonder.

Xia Wenxin caressed the destroyer's cross shield, and shook his head, "It is extremely difficult to master a complete and holy holy weapon. I haven't got the destroyer's cross shield for a short time, and I still need some time to run in. Only with the approval of the instrumental spirit can the greatest power be elicited. "

Xun Wenyan said, King Jiumu could n’t help sighing, “Blood slaughter is really good luck. He refined the Infernal Purgatory Tower early, and even the Immortal Saint is not his opponent.”

When Xun heard this, Xia Wenxin just smiled slightly and said nothing.

At this moment, the Infernal Purgatory Tower flew in mid-air, and the towers flew out of Purgatory Fire, just like a fire and rain, and fell to the ground, making a "Booming" sound, which would completely destroy this hell.

Zhang Ruochen originally wanted to use space means to take everyone back into the sword mound, but found that the space was constrained and even the flight speed became much slower.

"To deal with this group of cockroach dogs, it is enough for the **** son to have a full strength. You will actually damage the soldiers, and the faces of the undead blood will be lost by you!"

Xunxu Tushen, while attacking Zhang Ruochen and others, rebuked Xia Wenxin and others.

King Jiumu's face was extremely gloomy and extremely angry. As the Son of God, he also had arrogance and dignity. He had never been so reprimanded.

If Xia asks the heart to stop him, he must do something with the theory of the God of Blood Slaying. The dignity of the Son of God cannot be trampled.

"Who is this grandson? What big garlic cloves?"

Xiang Chunan was extremely unhappy with the blood and slaughtered his hands, and wanted to beat him.

Zhang Ruochen recalled what he saw in "The Ten Demon Races of Hell" with a dignified expression, saying: "The God of Blood Slaughter is one of the top five strongest men under the immortal blood sacred ancestor. Among the holy war and the starry sky, the two men fought for two days and three nights, hitting more than ten stars and falling. "

最终 "In the end, Chunda Dasheng covered his blood and ran away. The blood was defeated."

"This battle shocked the senior members of the heavenly world, that is, at that time, its danger index was rated as ten."

Xu Wenyan said that everyone could not help taking a sip of cold air, and his heart was almost cold.

Even the Great Saint can defeat ...

The Great Saint, but the emperor among the saints, immortal in physical strength, presses all beings.

It is no different to fight against Blood Slay and fight against a great saint.

In the face of such horrors, how can they fight?

How can I not despair?

"No matter how strong you have to fight."

With Zhang Ruochen's eyes glanced behind him, Shi Qiankun was desperately rushing to Jianzhu. In any case, we must block the blood slaughter for a moment and fight for time for Shi Qiankun to retreat.

In addition, Zhang Ruochen's strength has greatly increased by breaking through to the nine step queen, and he also wants to give a try to the level of the world-renowned Xeon Qiang.

He knows how to overcome only when he knows himself.

"No matter who he is, Grandpa Xiang is not afraid."

Xiangnan yelled, and the whole body's acupuncture point opened, and a cloud of magic gas gushes out, continually converging towards the metal magic crown.

As a worshipping brother, at any time, he will stand firm beside Zhang Ruochen and live and die together.

Wu Murongyue didn't speak, but just mobilized the magical energy silently, injected the blue light and blunt moon, and was ready to shoot at any time.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful, fight with him!" The wonderful little man bit his teeth.

It is self-evident that the leopard lie, the forefingers of both hands are closed together, and the holy spirit in the body runs frantically in the meridians, condensing to the heart of the eyebrow, and the eye of the star **** can be opened at any time.

The sacred light that emerged in the heart of Ji Jifan was obviously also exerting some powerful means.

"I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, Amitabha." Er Sikong chanted the Buddha's name softly.

"Snapped."

Da Sikong slaps his palm on Er Si's head and stares, "Whatever you say blindly, you want to go to hell, and what kind of **** is he going to hell."

Seeing Zhang Ruochen and others standing in front of him, the God of Blood Slaughter sneered, and said, "Since you are all in a hurry to find death, you will be fulfilled."

The voice didn't fall, and the Infernal Purgatory tower spun up, and rivers of flames poured out, emitting hot air waves, rushing out at high speed.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were tenacious, and he tried his best to urge Qingtian Futu Tower, so that the tower became as large as a mountain, and hit the Infernal Purgatory Tower.

Although the spirit of the Qingtian floating slaughter tower is absent, but now that the spirit of the instrument is willing to help, the power is still not to be underestimated.

At the same time, the wonderful little Taoist temporarily turned into Zijin Bagua Mirror Instrument Spirit, which triggered the extreme power of Zijin Bagua Mirror.

Murong Yue hits the glaring blunt moon, Xiang Chunan hits the metal devil crown, Leopard opens the eyes of the star god, Givenchy's heart bursts into the body, Da Sikong and Er Sikong join forces to evolve the heaven and earth chess table, and the power is pervasive.

This time, several people are the strongest means to perform, to compete with the God of Blood Slaughter.

"Boom."

Extremely horrifying forces erupted, the land quickly sank hundreds of miles away, and thousands of miles of smoke swept away.

This power, even if only a little aftershock impact, is enough to kill the Holy King level strong.

"boom."

Zhang Ruochen and others suffered a huge impact, like leaves in the autumn wind, all flew out.

On the other side, the Infernal Purgatory Tower stopped and did not continue to advance.

The Tuxue Tu stood on the top of the tower, his body burst into pieces and turned into a ball of blood.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Chunan, lying in a pool of blood, stood up, coughing blood, and laughing: "Hahaha, what are the top five masters, and what are the strengths of Dasheng? When you meet your grandfather Xiang, do you want to disappear? "

The wonderful little Taoist people also showed great joy, some couldn't believe their eyes, and said, "We actually killed the blood slaughter. In this battle, shouldn't the poor be famous?"

Zhang Ruochen wiped off the blood on the corners of his mouth, but Xiang Chunan and the wonderful Xiaodao people were not so happy. Instead, his face was pale, and his heart minister reached the bottom of the valley, and said, "Go away."

"Go, why go?"

"Yes, we should take advantage of the chase to let the undead kins know who is in the Kunlun world who has the final say."

Uh ...

Givenchy looked at the Infernal Tower of Hell that hung in the air, his eyes sinking like never before, saying: "Just now, we just broke a clone of Blood Slay, and when his true body came, we could n’t leave. Drop. "

"What ... avatar ..."

'impossible! ’

Xiang Chunan and the real wonderful people all took a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but take a step back.

At this moment, no one urges the Infernal Purgatory Tower, and the space is no longer restricted, which is the best time to retreat.

"唰."

As the space moved, Zhang Ruochen took everyone back into the sword mound as quickly as possible.

"Boom."

At this moment, a majestic blood-sharp air fell from the sky and appeared above the Infernal Purgatory Tower.

The appearance of Xunxuetu reappeared, and the breath emanating from him was nearly ten times stronger than before, like a blood-red scorching sun floating in the sky, reflecting the world.

Alas, his face was ugly.

It was only a group of ants that could destroy one of his clones, so how could he save his face?

You know, the avatar is that he used a lot of blood to condense out, and possesses 10% of his full state of cultivation.

Coupled with the Tower of Infernal Hell, the Great Saint cannot stand out, who is fighting?

逃 "Run away, see where you can escape. Seal the exit of the Zhenli ancient clan, don't let a fly out, the **** son wants to drain their blood one by one." The blood slaughter **** roared.

On the surface of the Infernal Tower of Hell, a series of inscriptions emerged like thousands of maggots, and blood flew straight into the sky, and the power of the Supreme poured out as if to solidify the space.

催 Promote the Infernal Tower of Hell with real body, the power is incomparable.

"I didn't expect that there was also a time when blood slaughter was suffering, hehe." King Jiumu laughed lightly.

The God of Blood Slaying Tuo controls the Infernal Purgatory Tower and breaks into the sword mound as quickly as possible.

There is only kendo rules in Xuanjianzuo. Except for sword repair, any other monk breaks in, and the strength will be suppressed.

After Xun Kexu Tuozi broke into the sword mound, he still seemed extremely strong, as if he did not care about the suppression of him by the sword mound.

No matter how much power is suppressed, it will not affect him to clean up Zhang Ruochen and others.

Twenty-seven planets of the constellation of God suddenly flew out, forming a powerful formation instantly, suppressing towards the God of Blood Slaughter.

Xunxu Tu Shenzi didn't take a look, and took a slap at random.

"Boom."

The formation method was instantly disintegrated, and the seven planets of the Sagittarius were scattered.

The leopard showed strong speed and stabbed with a golden war spear.

Qi Yaoyao's full strength erupted, and the golden light condensed in one point.

"Clang."

The God of Blood Slaying the Tusk was a breeze, flying the golden war spear.

Soon after, he patted a palm, which was firmly printed on Leopard's chest.

"噗."

The blood of the leopard leopard sprayed wildly, such as a broken kite flying back.

许多 Many tiny cracks appeared on his body, blood leaked out and almost burst.

With just one palm, Leopard Lie suffered a terrible blow and nearly died.

Is also cultivated in the same situation. The difference in strength is not large.

Just as the God of Blood Slaughter was about to make up another palm, Zhang Ruochen took the shot and hit the Qingtian Floating Slaughter Tower.

While the Qingtian floating slaughter tower resisted the blood-slaying **** son, Zhang Ruochen rescued the leopard fiercely and fed him a lot of spring of life.

"I just want to fight with the Son of God, I don't know if I live or die." The blood-slaying God Zhenfei Qingfei floating slaughter tower said coldly.

I saw that Leopard was so badly injured that everyone's heart couldn't help sinking, and I didn't know what to take to fight against the God of Blood.

Before they were seriously injured, they barely destroyed the clone of the Blood Slaughter Goddess. They had no strength to fight back against their true body.

Zhang Ruochen clenched his fists, and his heart was extremely eager for strength. If his cultivation can also reach the realm of the realm, or the realm of the realm, why fear the blood to slaughter the god?

He doesn't lack resources and potential. What he lacks is only time.

He gave him more than a hundred years. Under the Great Holy Spirit, he would not fear anyone.

Xunxu Tuzi did not seem to be in a hurry to kill Zhang Ruochen and others. He liked to see their fears, and forced them step by step deep into the sword mound.

之上 On the black field, there are all kinds of swords, both intact and incomplete, with different forms and countless.

The deeper the trance, the more active the kendo rules, and the stronger the restraint power for other monks.

Except for Zhang Ruochen, Leopard and Ji Fanxin, etc., were extremely suppressed, and their strength decreased sharply.

Looking back at the Blood Slaughter God, he is still imposing, with complete and holy sacred artifacts in his hand, and it is difficult for Jianzhu to suppress it too much.

In a mysterious place of Jian Jianzuo, Luo Yi showed his figure, and frowning at Zhang Kuang's incomparable Blood Slaughter Son ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I found something, and the idiots of the undead blood tribe had come in, which was abominable. "

Luo Luoyi's face was very ugly, and he was very unhappy that the undead blood tribe had done bad things for him.

The powerful mental power was released, and a giant appeared behind him, holding a giant epee.

The giant giant is not a living creature, but a dead body. I don't know how many years have passed. He was buried in the sword mound, the body is not rotten, and he has powerful power.

"I want to release Hades, it's not easy, go." Luo Yi sneered, driving the giant with his spiritual power.

"Boom."

The giant giant jumped out abruptly, stayed high, waved the giant epee, and chopped down the Blood Slaughter.

"Humph."

Xunxu Tu Shenzi snorted loudly, and came out with a finger.

A burst of blood flashed through the space and bombarded the sword.

"Roar."

The gigantic giant roared like a beast, slashing swords again and again, and did not fear death.

Although he died, he could be used as a sword repair, and he could still occupy a great advantage in Jian Tzu.

Zhang Ruochen glanced in the direction that the giant jumped out, and there was a light in his eyes, thoughtful.

The next moment, he returned to God, without hesitation, and took Leopard and others to rush to the ancient mountain covered by snow at a speed as fast as possible.

The God of Blood Slaying has been restrained by the giants. They can take advantage of this opportunity to get away, for fear of being too late.