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Chapter seven hundred and eighty goal

A corner of the fierce battlefield,

A true Yuan realm cultivator spit out a ray of light from his mouth, which appeared in the air and surged in the storm, like a lively snake dragon strangling towards the opposite sea clan!

at the same time,

He pinched the magic trick with both hands, and suddenly a soft moan came out. The air boiled, and the scorching high temperature swept through it. In an instant, it condensed into a fire dragon of eight or nine feet, and rushed forward.

The sea warrior dressed in a barbarian opposite was not to be outdone. A ray of light rose from the bone weapon in his hand, and then it quickly grew bigger and became like a small hill forged by bones.

Holding the bone stem with both hands, smashing it forward like a sea of ​​rushing waves!

boom!

The light blew and the airflow swept.

The smoke and dust covered the void in the four fields. Just as the two were alert to each other and were about to take action again, a blood light flashed through the void and stabbed in an instant from behind the two like thunder.

Silent, secretly abnormal!

The two of them had no defense at all. They were instantly penetrated by the blood light. A large piece of blood splashed with a "swish" sound, and their eyes widened, and their vitality quickly dissipated.

"Hey, I found another good material!"

After the sneak attack, a blood shadow flashed away and appeared behind the corpse of the human monk. He stored the corpse of the sea clan into the storage space in one fell swoop. At the same time, he held the corpse of the human monk's true essence realm in his other hand. The blood-colored power invaded and penetrated the meridians inside and outside the corpse.

This material is good and it is estimated that it can create a blood god puppet with great strength.

The figure grinned, showing a cold smile, and sharp teeth were flashing.

"My Blood Holy Sect has been wanted by those so-called righteous paths on the land of Jiuzhou for many years, and can still be free and easy. Their secret techniques are based on the advantages of the Holy Sect's secret techniques in the tempering and application of the power of the soul."

"Even the so-called righteous villains on the land of Jiuzhou are helpless to us."

"Not to mention that these are even weaker than the cultivators of the same level on the Jiuzhou Continent, and the natives of the two continents of the ancient jade sea who do not practice their souls."

Thoughts turn,

The man in the blood robe couldn't help but look at the monk here.

With the human body, the figure of the man in the blood robe flashed away and disappeared in the air in the blink of an eye.

From then on,

In this battlefield where magic and martial arts exploded, there was no attention, and no fluctuations were caused.

Below are also the spiritual Yuan Realm monks who are paying attention to the battle at high altitude above the top and noticed this.

But he only saw that after the two attacks exploded, a blood-colored figure suddenly appeared, and the True Yuan Realm Powerful and the Sea Clan Powerful who were originally in the battle lost their vitality. Then the blood-colored figure flashed, and both figures disappeared at the same time!

Such a strange scene made people feel cold in their hearts.

However, there are not many monks who die on this battlefield, and they die from time to time. In addition, their opponents are rushing forward step by step, so they have no experience to pay attention to these things.

Of course, it did not cause much fluctuation.

On the other side,

A man in the blood-robed corpse with the True Yuan Realm flashed and landed on a remote island that left the battlefield.

"The better the quality of the blood god puppet, the stronger the strength it will be. Tell me which geniuses you have come here in this war!"

The man in blood robe licked his scarlet lips, held it with one hand on the head of the corpse, closed his eyes, and a faint light flashed between his palms.

But while the corpse was not yet cold, he used some secret technique to collect the information in his mind.

I don't know how long it took,

The man in the blood robe suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, and his face was filled with a joy that could not be concealed.

"A peerless monster who has not been born in three hundred years has killed the mid-stage of the ninth level at the peak of the eighth level of true essence? Haha, it's so great!"

From this person's mind,

He also took it seriously and found some very useful information.

That is the genius with the most outstanding qualifications in the ancient jade continent recently appeared in this war, and not long ago, this person had seen the other party, just on the battlefield not far away!

If the Blood God Puppet can be refined with such a genius as a material, it will definitely be able to refine a Blood God Puppet with extremely strong strength and potential!

"Zhang Qingyuan, you are mine!"

look up,

His eyes looked in a certain direction, and the man in the blood robe showed a look of fanaticism.

He quickly swept the corpse beside him into the storage space. The blood-colored figure soared into the sky and rushed towards a certain direction, afraid that the target would run first.

As for the memory of the strength of the boy Zhang Qingyuan in the previous person's mind, the blood-colored figure didn't care at all.

These days,

Youye hunted and collected materials outside the battlefield, and he also knew more about the moisture of the monks in the ancient jade continent.

A mere 8th level peak of an old antique,

In front of him,

Not that easy to get it?

......

On the other side,

Zhang Qingyuan still knows nothing about the possible upcoming crisis.

After paddling for most of the day,

The battle spans seven or eight miles, and occasionally a sword is taken on the way to help the human monks who are in crisis relieve danger.

During this period,

The high priest of the sea clan who felt greatly humiliated, in anger, an unknown means erupted in his anger, forcibly elevated his strength to the early stage of the ninth level of true essence, and even at a huge cost, he would drag Zhang Qingyuan into hell!

But obviously,

Reality is not a novel, and passion at all costs cannot be successful.

Easily took the blow that he had burst out with all his strength.

The high priest of the sea clan still didn't believe it. As the staff was waving, the energy of heaven and earth was disordered, as if a series of void divine chains were interlaced out, blocking the void and causing a terrible punishment for the world-destroying divine punishment on Zhang Qingyuan!

However, Zhang Qingyuan was still not too slow.

The body turned into afterimages and shuttled through the attacks of the chains of voids. None of the chains that looked like dragons exploring the sea could touch his figure!

At the same time, Zhang Qingyuan pointed out like a sword, and shot out in the air, like a sword shadow, but it keenly pierced through the weak points of each chain. With a click, it was easily cut out of the gap, and it quickly collapsed and broke from nothing!

Three or two breathing skills,

The attacks of the sea clan were all cracked again!

"This is impossible!"

The high priest of the sea clan stared wide, his face full of disbelief!

The aura has not changed much, but it is still the aura of strength at the peak of the eighth level in the mouth of humans. Why can it achieve this level?

This is impossible!

It must be an illusion!

right,

Everything is an illusion created by the despicable human monk!
Chapter completed!
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