"Tab of the Gods!"
On the platform, the young man in gold robe roared loudly, his hands traced mysterious paths like lightning, the sacred breath spurted out from every pore of the body, and the golden sacred blood condensed into a cloud on the body like smoke and clouds. A glazed war robe that looks like gold and jade.
In an instant, as the glazed war robe emerged, the wails of demons and ghosts seemed to resound in the world, as if a funeral song composed for ghosts and gods was played. Around the young man in gold robe, sacred shadows emerged one after another, hazy. However, he could not see his true appearance clearly, and by protecting him, the divine pressure increased more than ten times.
This is the protection of the gods!
It is also the most fundamental power of divine blood flowing in the body of the golden-robed young man. However, even if he is of the bloodline of gods, stimulating the power of divine blood still requires a high price. After all, he is not one of those pure-blooded descendants of gods, so he can only He barely revealed the battle robes of the gods and inspired the initial protection of the gods. Under this vast starry sky, if he were not a strong man in the supreme realm, the young man in gold robe was confident that no one could break it.
But as Su Qinian's fist approached, the golden-robed young man's faith suddenly wavered. It was so intense that even through the gods' war robes, he felt a tingling pain in his body, as if he was in a raging divine fire, and there was a sense of being... The terrifying burning sensation of being burned to ashes not only originates from the body, but also originates from the will of the soul.
There was a soft pop sound, and in the pupils of the golden-robed young man's violently contracted pupils, the sacred shadows surrounding him were pierced by the fist. In an instant, thunder rose in the void, and its sound rumbled, like the presence of gods. Furious.
Boom!
The battle robes of the gods exploded, and glass-like light rain splashed. Su Qinian's fist was like a beam of light that cut through eternity, shattering all shackles. Nothing could stop it. Although the light of the fist was not visible, it was reflected in everyone's spiritual will. Under the reflection, this pure, powerful, and upright fist illuminated the entire first battlefield.
"don't want!"
The fist magnified in front of his eyes, and the golden-robed young man felt an unprecedented fear. He didn't know what happened in the last years of ancient times, but thinking about it, just like he did now, he clearly felt that death was approaching, and all the souls and wills, They all trembled violently in front of this invincible fist and the hot battle blood.
call!
Like a hurricane blowing against his face, his golden hair whipped up behind him, and a large piece of golden hair broke away and flew on the platform, but the young man in gold robe could no longer take care of it. His eyes were stagnant, and he stared blankly at the equally stagnant fist in front of him. Life and death stopped half an inch before his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to feel the gaze of death, so close and terrifying.
"me……"
His tone was dry, and he stuttered a little. His mind was in chaos, and he didn't know what to say.
Everything is quiet.
Under the Taoist platform, whether they were strong men or disciples from various battle fields, or sacred figures from many supreme inheritances in the Five Wastelands, they all fell silent at this moment. This was the ancient relic that they had tried every means to visit in order to gain some favor. Then The descendant of the gods, who was high above, overlooking the common people, looked more like a frustrated young man at the moment, unable to withstand the blow, and looking lost.
"The so-called descendants of gods seem to have this kind of mentality." Some elders of the sacred figures shook their heads. They had been too superstitious about the records in myths and legends. This young man in gold robe is just like most of the young and strong men of their human race. Even if My character, looking at the scene in front of me, I am afraid that I will be worse off. It seems that I have not experienced too many thorns and hardships and cannot accept the failure in front of me.
"Why hold on?"
Su Qinian withdrew his fist. At this moment, the golden-robed young man finally came to his senses. He stared at Su Qinian with a harsh and unwilling tone. He was actually defeated. The glory of the gods fell into the mortal world in his hands. , he failed to keep the divine blood flowing in his body, was desecrated in this way, and was humiliated in his hands.
"With the dignity and ancient glory of the so-called descendants of divine blood like you, who are so arrogant and arrogant, it is extremely valuable to be able to say no." But I didn't expect Su Qinian to say this, "Let alone the person who comes is a guest, and the two tribes are at war. Bu Zhan is here, Su said he would give you a chance, so he will not break his promise."
There was a bit of solemnity in Su Qinian's calm tone, but it was this bit of solemnity that made the golden-robed young man's face become bloodshot. Then he couldn't bear it any longer. With a pop, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood. He could hardly breathe. He came, not because he was suffocated, but because he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He completely lost the grace and magnanimity of the god's bloodline. If possible, he wanted to step on the God-killer in front of him and crush him. Even if he pressed it ten million times, it would not make up for his damaged dignity.
This is so irritating!
Even in all directions of the Taoist platform, many strong human beings from all sides were speechless at this moment. Killing people and punishing the heart is even more excessive than killing the heart. It can almost be regarded as whipping, let alone the young man in golden robe who is a descendant of the gods. , even for bystanders like them, it sounded strange... strangely enjoyable! I feel so comfortable!
Compared with before, the eyes of many powerful people from all over the Taoist platform have returned to clarity. They are eager for new changes and possibilities in the path of cultivation in this world, but they will no longer be mired in the so-called path to becoming a god, even if the door to eternal life is Reappearance, they are the masters of this vast starry sky, not the objects of new overlooking and enslavement by those ancient relics who show their ancient majesty and glory.
What has passed away will eventually pass away. This is no longer the era of the ancient gods.
It is also today that people have truly seen that the ancient power that belongs to their human race has been silent in the blood of war. As long as such power can be awakened, there is nothing to fear from the gods. This is the power that should really be controlled by them, without having to ask for help. These descendants of gods are asking for things and being controlled by others. Maybe there is nothing wrong at the moment, and there is nothing unusual about it, but it will definitely lay the seeds of trouble for the future.
The change of ancestral blood!
Some very old saints murmured at this moment that they had heard of this road. The transformation of ancestral blood is the war blood of the human race moving closer to the ancient sages. The original war blood that inherits the immortal fighting will of the sages has far-reaching capabilities. The power far exceeds that of the war blood of the current human race. However, in the past, due to the difficulty of the ancestral blood transformation, it has not been popularized and is not known to many strong human race people. But now it seems that strengthening the ambition, backbone and confidence of the human race, It is urgent and must be done.
In this big world, the starry sky is vast, surrounded by enemies, and things are changing all the time. If they want to stick to the starry sky and ancestral land under their feet, as a human race, everyone has a responsibility and a duty to shoulder.
"God-killer, although I have been defeated, I really am nothing in the kingdom of the gods. Someone stronger will eventually come to find you. The shame you have imposed on the gods will one day be completely wiped out. Liquidation!”
On the platform, the golden-robed young man took several deep breaths and barely suppressed his anger. His tone was as cold as ice. He looked around and said coldly: "It seems that your human race does not need the method of spiritual cultivation. On the way to becoming a god, , maybe there is no need for your existence. Many years later, in front of the gate of eternal life, among the hundreds of races in the world, there may not be any trace of your human race anymore..."
"Go away! You are talking nonsense here! What are you pretending to be!"
"That's right! Go back to your kingdom of God. This is the human world. Who are you?"
"What about talking about the general trend and the future? Let's wait until you really become a god. A bastard is here to show off, pretending to be superior!"
Before the golden-robed young man could finish speaking, voices kept ringing from all directions on the Taoist platform. Many powerful human race men scolded them without being polite at all. They had endured it for a long time and did not want to hear the nonsense of this golden-haired bald man here. They thought they were sure. The general situation, the noble status, and the invincibility, but in fact he was knocked down with one punch, which is not worthy of the name at all.
"Bald man! Get out!"
Someone else sneered. On the Taoist platform, the young man in golden robe was startled for a moment. Then he reacted and looked at himself with his soul and will. Only then did he realize that his gorgeous blond hair was not only messy at the moment, but also broken by the wind of the fist just now. A large piece of it was missing, especially on the top door, which was bare and barren of grass.
"ah!"
He roared, and the divine blood in his body rioted, shattering the void in front of him, like a crazy wild beast, rushing into it, that crazy posture, and the grace when he first entered this first battlefield The difference between being noble and noble is not limited to heaven and earth.
Among the towering figures shrouded in chaotic energy, some people showed a bit of pity in their eyes. Compared with what they had encountered in the battle tower, this descendant of the god would probably leave a deep shadow in a short period of time. (Please subscribe, thank you all for your subscriptions and tips!)
