Although three disciples fell to the Shenyin clan, the only thing that Confucian ancestors really cared about was Dao Wujiang.

"Yes, Master, if Ruyi is capable, I also want to avenge my brother."

Ruyi's face showed a resolute and murderous look. She and Dao Wujiang almost worshipped under the seat of Confucian ancestors. The relationship between the two brothers and sisters was naturally different compared to other disciples.

"However, this trip is not without gain."

Confucian ancestors ejected a trace of thunder power, encircling a figure in the light curtain.

"this is?"

Ruyi frowned, this man seemed to be young, exuding a rebellious expression, even when he saw Master's existence, he didn't seem to be too nervous, so he put him in his eyes.

"He is the blood god."

Ruzu showed a sneer that is imperceptible: "I didn't expect him to really wake up."

As soon as I heard this name, my hands clenched together unconsciously, my fingertips were a little pale, and the tone was a little trembling: "In the legend, didn't the blood **** have died in the battle of the gods? How could it appear? there?"

"Huh! The battle of the gods? How could he perish if he holds that divine object in his hand?"

Ruzu snorted coldly, and his divine consciousness had carefully inspected the consciousness picture brought back by the phantom: "If I didn't guess wrong, he should be immortal now."

"Ah, what do you mean?" Ruyi couldn't help touching her ears with her hands, and could hardly believe what the master said. "You mean, is my life saved?"

Confucian ancestors' huge palms stroked her long hair like one: "Well, since he has already appeared, then I will definitely get that divine object. Your illness will be cured soon."

"Thank you, Master." Like a tear in the corner of her eyes, she has swallowed too much of the power of Wu Xiu's blood in these years, and almost even her original blood is almost exhausted.

"Okay, you go down and cultivate first. Call the Kuangsheng and Shengnian over."

Ruzu looked at Ruyi's pale and feeble face, and there was a seven-orifice exquisite light bead in his hand, which he handed to Ruyi.

Ruyi hurriedly bowed to take it, swallowed it in one bite: "Thank you, Master."

With the infiltration and baptism of this light pearl, a lotus-like brand faintly appeared on the forehead, and the fluorescence was shining at this time.

The complexion of the whole person suddenly became transparent, supported by the power of blood, Ruyi's face also showed a smile, and he bowed back.

Inside the lotus palace, two thunders flashed away in the main hall, and they turned out to be directly in front of the Confucian ancestors by directly using the power of the law.

"Master!" The two of them had grim expressions, and they were powerhouses at the level of evil in the entire Confucian ancestor temple.

The rosary in the hands of Confucian ancestors suddenly stopped when they saw him.

"Thousands of years of chess, now there are variables."

The Confucian ancestor's voice was low, his eyes drooping, and he looked at his two lovers indifferently.

"Do you know that many senior brothers have fallen into the hands of some guys?"

The indifferent and ancient voice sounded from the Confucian ancestors.

"Who is so bold!" Kuang Sheng wore a snow-white ribbon on his head. The airy and dusty temperament was extremely inconsistent with the thunder-powered sword behind him.

"You want us to kill him?"

Shengnian was dressed in a blood-red shirt and dressed very capable. The whole person was holding his arms quietly. Although he was standing in the temple, his whole body was filled with incomparably violent killing.

Ruzu's fingers twisted again, and Ye Chen's face was now magnified ten times on the light curtain.

"This is the variable you are talking about?"

Kuangsheng frowned. He couldn't see any clues in this person. If he insisted on saying anything, it was probably because he was too young and the indifferent eyes that looked at everything, he didn't put anything in his eyes.

"He will be one of your goals."

"Who is the other one?" Sheng Nian looked eager, as if killing was his only pleasure.

"It's him." The appearance of the blood **** appeared on the light curtain.

"This is!" Kuangsheng almost jumped up in amazement, his whole person's vitality was already churning up.

Sheng Nian looked at Kuangsheng like this, and looked at the light curtain a little strangely. Although this person had a vast and extraordinary aura, he was able to make Kuangsheng lose his mind. Such a violent person must be extraordinary.

"It's him!"

The big sword behind Kuangsheng burst out, and the power of thunder flooded the entire temple of Confucian ancestors.

The arms that Ruzu had originally placed on his knees had already been slowly raised at this time, and the phantom shadow of an arm pressed against the mad life, suppressing all his breath.

The whistling thunderbolt suppressed all the blood qi that surged in the mad body.

"Master, I have lost my mind."

Kuangsheng knelt on both knees, with a bitter expression on his face. Ten thousand years have passed, and he still remembers the Blood God in his blood.

"It's okay~lightnovelpub.net~ Ruzu sighed quietly," The blood **** seems to have forgotten the memory of his predecessors at this time, and the martial arts cultivation base has already suffered a great loss. This time, you two will definitely be able to kill them completely. . "

"Master, who on earth is he?" Sheng Nian didn't know the previous grievances between Crazy Life and the Blood God, and at this time looked at the master with a little confusion.

"He participated in the battle of the gods, and he has a little blood connection with the madman."

"Blood connection?"

Sheng Nian looked at Kuangsheng with a bit of astonishment. He had never known Kuangsheng's bloodline so prominent after he had known each other for so many years.

Confucian ancestor glanced at Kuangsheng, and did not answer Sheng Nian's question again: "The strength of these two people is not trivial. Dao Wujiang has been damaged in their hands."

"Dao Wujiang is dead?"

Sheng Nian's complexion became very gloomy and weird. In this celestial domain, there are very few people who can kill Dao Wujiang at such an age.

However, such an opponent is even more exciting!

Sheng Nian revealed a bloodthirsty light, and his face turned out to be deeply interested in Blood God and Ye Chen.

"Master, give me the blood god, I must kill him this time!"

Kuangsheng adjusted his mentality, and the moment he raised his head, he had become extremely determined, and the elegant and dusty temperament had disappeared at this time.

"Kuangsheng!" Ruzu's face sank. He was already suppressing his anger. At this time, seeing Kuangsheng being so arrogant, he was a little angry.

"Master, I'm not arrogant. The battle of the gods didn't make him perish. Now, with the power of the two of me alone, there is a great risk. As long as you are willing to hand over the blood **** to me, I am willing to contact the bones. The devil, with his hand, completely killed the blood god."

Confucian ancestor's eyes were stained with a different look: "Oh?"

Kuangshengxiang comes from a high-ranking reputation and never fakes his hands with others, but once the blood **** is involved, he will completely lose his reason and lose the bottom line.