The old man's face was extremely ferocious.
Meng Jing felt that the poisonous gas emanating from his body was no less than that of the middle-aged man he met during the trial.
After the other party appeared in the air, there was an angry shout.
Immediately, the five claws were like eagle claws, and they suddenly tore towards the position where Meng Jing was.
Meng Jing didn't dare to stay any longer.
Although the opponent is a fallen god, his strength has reached nearly the level of a demigod.
This so-called demigod realm is a realm that can only be reached after breaking through to the first god realm.
In other words, the opponent's strength is far greater than his own.
Don't think this is just a big realm.
The gap between the two is quite large.
Fortunately, he is not just in the realm of the First God!
Immediately, the figure disappeared from the ground and flew towards the old man's figure as fast as lightning.
Boom!
The moment the two collided, an almost deafening explosion rippled out from between them.
Suddenly, many treasures in the palace were shattered by the powerful energy!
Among them, there is no shortage of some more precious treasures.
If it were other cultivators who saw this scene, they would be so distressed that they would bleed.
But for both.
Their attention was only on each other.
As for the treasures that flew out, they didn't even look at them.
It's as if those treasures don't exist at all!
"How can you, little guy, be able to withstand this attack from me!"
"What kind of strength do you have!"
After the smoke filling the air gradually dissipated.
The moment he saw the young man who still maintained his indifferent expression on the spot.
The old man had a ferocious expression, and it was inevitable that there was a hint of disbelief.
What he couldn't believe was that even with the strength of his demigod realm, he didn't use it to his full potential.
The power of just one claw strike is enough to seriously injure the opponent!
But why doesn't the other party have anything?
All kinds of thoughts popped up in my mind.
The old man couldn't help but become very curious about the identity of the young man in front of him.
"Sure enough, after the bloodline has been improved, even the strong men in the demigod realm can't do anything to cause harm to me, haha..."
Meng Jing ignored the shocked words of those old men.
Instead, he lowered his head and glanced at the part of himself that had just been grabbed by the old man.
There were several scratches on that arm.
At this moment, with the influence of the bloodline of the Fierce Wing Tiger clan in his body, the few scratches that can be seen clearly on the body surface are being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In less than a few breaths, the scratches on the arm had disappeared.
It is even said that even a scratch is difficult to see clearly.
It is enough to show how powerful the Liewing Tiger bloodline is when it has entered the First God Realm.
"You want to ask about my strength?"
"I'm just a beginner in the realm of gods!"
After raising his head and looking at the old man with an extremely ugly face, Meng Jing smiled and said.
"impossible!"
"How can you only have the First God Realm!"
The old man couldn't believe what his ears heard.
Someone who can withstand his own attack!
No matter how you put it, he must be a strong man in the demigod realm.
But now, this young man just said that he was a strong man in the First God Realm.
How can one believe this!
"Believe it or not!"
Seeing the disbelief on the old man's face, Meng Jing didn't bother to explain to him.
He is indeed a first-time god and is in a good state.
But he didn't say that his first god realm did not refer to his own cultivation realm and strength!
He also has the blood of the Fierce Winged Tiger!
And the immortal fire!
Of course, there is also the Thunder Flame of Heaven!
They are also in the realm of the First God!
But if they were added up, it would not be comparable to the realm of the First God alone.
"If you don't tell me, then die!"
The old man's gloomy expression became increasingly ugly.
And within his body, there is a steady stream of divine power pouring out.
After a person's strength reaches the realm of the First God.
This cultivation can mobilize the power.
It is no longer the spiritual energy on the mainland.
Rather, it is something called divine power.
This kind of divine power is not as ethereal and illusory as the spiritual energy in the body.
Rather, one can express a person's divine power through the power released outwards.
Just as the old man gritted his teeth, his power almost covered his whole body.
Even his feet were invisibly injected with an extremely powerful force.
If it were not suspended on the ground, there would be some distance.
I am afraid that the power injected into both feet alone is enough to cause the entire ground to collapse!
But even so, the old man was just floating, some distance from the ground, and the ground was still cracked!
"Poison Armor!"
At this time, the old man shouted again.
At that moment, a layer of faint green armor appeared.
This dark green armor was directly put on the old man's body.
In an instant, the momentum suddenly increased a lot.
"This armor looks extremely simple!"
For this overwhelming, sweeping aura.
Meng Jing's eyes flickered.
He knew very well that the old man's aura at this moment was extraordinary.
It shows that that piece of armor is not simple!
"Master, I smell the scent of the same kind. Can you let me come out and deal with it?"
At this time, a voice came into Meng Jing's ears.
"Um?"
Meng Jing was stunned for a moment when he heard the sudden voice in his ears.
And the voice became tearful.
"Master, you won't forget me, will you?"
"I am the Nether Armor who signed a contract with you!"
"Armor of the Netherworld?"
This time, there was that voice reminder.
Meng Jing quickly remembered.
You can't blame him.
He recovered too many treasures.
It is easy to overlook one or two, which is normal.
However, he did not forget the words of Nether Armor.
That was armor made using the fire of the netherworld.
"Yes, yes, Master, you finally remembered me."
"It's not easy, wuwuwu!"
Meng Jing rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Don't act pitiful, old man."
"Hurry up and tell me what the same kind of smell is!"
He actually became curious about the similar taste in the Nether Armor's mouth.
The voice of the Nether Armor became aggrieved.
"Master, have you seen the armor that old guy is wearing?"
