"This is the power of Loulan's bloodline. It is indeed the power of burning."
"I have only seen Bai Emperor use it a few times. Although this power is not as domineering and powerful as the Tianwu bloodline, it has the tenacity to protect the world."
"Bai Di has used this power to save many people. He has ambitions and infinite courage for the future."
The Holy Lord couldn't help but sigh when he saw the blood power of the Loulan clan released by Song Yiming in front of him.
"It's a pity that this power is not used to protect tonight."
"But to destroy."
Song Yiming responded coldly.
Because the Holy Lord also possesses the power of the Tianwu bloodline, the power of the Loulan bloodline can just restrain the Holy Lord.
He suddenly missed his grandma and the kind of family affection.
"Then let's have a good fight and let me see how strong you are now!"
The Holy King is also eager to try.
Back then, Song Yiming defeated him as the number one god of war in China.
He was taken directly to a special prison in the North Territory, but unfortunately, he was able to escape in the end thanks to the arrangement of Shadow.
And now Song Yiming stood in front of him again as the son of Bai Emperor.
This is fate.
There seems to be an unbreakable bond between him and Song Yiming.
"I'm not afraid of you now, because my blood is also burning."
The Holy Lord said to himself that since he practiced the Han family's evil method, he has absorbed the blood of many people.
The Tianwu bloodline in his body also evolved directly under the stimulation of evil methods, especially the bloody fingerprints on his hands and face became more and more obvious.
The next moment, the Holy Lord also released the power of Tianwu's bloodline, and his whole body became extremely bloody, with his ferocious red eyes like a bloodthirsty beast.
Immediately afterwards, the two figures met each other...
Rumble!
There were muffled sounds in the sky and the earth in an instant.
And just above another tall building nearby, Han Xiaolei
Her delicate body stood upright in the wind, her eyes tightly watching the fight between Song Yiming and Sheng Jun.
"Bai Di, your son is becoming more and more like you."
"But it's a pity that his ideas are different from yours, so I have no chance to control him."
"Since we can't get it, we can only destroy it..."
A chilling smile appeared on Han Xiaolei's cold face.
She began to continuously summon the ancient blood worm. As long as Song Yiming's existence was recognized, the blood worm would appear.
Only when Song Yiming is weak from the battle with the Holy Lord can the bloodworm find a real chance.
In this way, she could successfully control Song Yiming.
Just when the fierce battle between Song Yiming and Shengjun just started, Shengjun suddenly sensed something and his eyes narrowed.
"It seems that we won't be able to have all the fun in tonight's battle."
The Holy Lord suddenly stopped and retreated.
"You want to escape..."
Song Yiming thought that the Holy Lord was timid.
"There is an old monster here. It should be for you..."
"He and your father are old acquaintances, so he naturally remembers me..."
"Your father once fought with him, and I was also involved in it."
As soon as the Holy Lord finished speaking, suddenly, a hunchbacked figure dropped straight down from a distance like a parabola.
In the blink of an eye, he fell heavily to the ground, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed and cracked, which was shocking.
After the hunchbacked figure stood upright, he walked unsteadily in front of Song Yiming and Shengjun.
Song Yiming also took a look at the other person, and saw that the other person had gray hair, a deformed figure, a high bulge on his back, and seemed to be unsteady when walking.
But even so, it cannot conceal the unfathomable horror on his body.
Ran breath.
There is a feeling of horror.
This shows that its strength is absolutely terrifying.
At least stronger than the previous high-ranking elders of Xuanyuan Sect.
Is he also a great master?
"Camel Saint, I didn't expect you to come out of the mountain. This Xuanyuan Sect is really serious."
The Holy Lord directly revealed the opponent's name.
"Camel Saint? It sounds familiar..."
Song Yiming seemed to have heard it somewhere.
"He is one of the three saints of the Xuanyuan Sect in the Northern Territory."
The Holy Lord said calmly.
After all, these people were seniors, and Emperor Bai respected these people very much when he saw them.
"The three saints of the Xuanyuan Sect are nearly a hundred years old."
Song Yiming then remembered that he had heard Zhuo Buyi mention the three saints of the Northern Territory Sect.
"Although there are no divine ninjas, the people of Old Anman are famous, but they are also the existence of the three elders of Xuanyuan..."
That is indeed an old monster.
"You are Song Yiming, the son of the White Emperor..."
Camel Saint glanced at Song Yiming and said slowly.
"I wonder what Senior Camel Saint has to say..."
Song Yiming immediately cupped his hands and said.
After all, the other party is considered a senior among the seniors of the sect, so he needs to be given some face.
"The senior Xuanyuan Sect elder you killed last time in the Han family was my nephew. If you killed him, I have to avenge him."
The Camel Saint directly explained his intention.
Originally, Xuanyuan Sect, as the state sect, would not arbitrarily come out in force, but now Song Yiming has become a rebel.
It even threatened the Long family and the existence of Xuanyuan Sect.
After all, he has too many identities, making everything possible.
"I see, then it's simple. If there is a grudge, there will be a grudge.
Revenge, since you are here to take revenge, then please take action!"
Song Yiming also gestured simply.
At the same time, he also glanced at the Holy Lord and saw that it would be a bit difficult to kill the Holy Lord tonight.
After all, this old monster from the Xuanyuan Sect is at the Grand Master level.
"There's no hurry. I'm here tonight just to inform you. I've always done things openly and I never take advantage of others."
"My battle with you will take place in half a month..."
"I hope you can show up to challenge when the time comes..."
"If I can't see you then, I'll bear the consequences!"
The Camel Saint made a direct appointment to fight.
"Then it's just as senior wanted."
Song Yiming didn't expect that this camel saint was quite disciplined.
"Your father used to be very strict with me, so I treat you the same way."
"No matter what, your father deserves respect, and so do you."
Without saying a word, the Camel Saint kicked his legs and his whole body rose into the air. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.
"It seems that our battle will also be postponed."
"If you want to kill me tonight, you will never escape unscathed. Then in half a month's battle with the Camel Saint, your chances of winning will be slim."
As soon as the saint saw the camel saint leaving, he said to Song Yiming.
"This has nothing to do with you. What I promised must be done."
Song Yiming's attitude was firm.
Just when Song Yiming was about to take action again, suddenly, a charming figure appeared.
"Aunt Lei?"
When Song Yiming saw it, his eyes narrowed.
The person who came was none other than Han Xiaolei.
At this moment, Han Xiaolei was a little worried. Perhaps the conversation with her sister Han Xiaoyun aroused a hint of conscience.
"Let him go, you should concentrate on preparing for the battle with the Camel Saint..."
Han Xiaolei suddenly changed her attitude.
This chapter has been completed!