The blood of more than twenty martial arts masters and hundreds of candidates was sucked out and turned into a huge mass.

The blood of the dead was quickly sucked dry.

For people with wounds or more serious injuries, blood is also constantly pouring out.

Even for a person like Fang Ke, who is in good health, blood mist is sucked out of his pores and gathered upward.

Fang Ke was lying on the ground.

He saw Zhou Xi who was thrown in.

The arms exploded, there was a metallic luster at the fracture, the chest collapsed completely, and the eyes were not closed...

I also saw Song Chengyu.

Blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

His eyes are still blinking, but his face is getting paler and the light in his eyes is gradually dissipating.

Fang Ke took a deep breath, exerted force on his back, and turned his body so that he faced the sky and looked into the air.

The blood mass is huge.

The ball of flesh squirmed inside and quickly grew in size. In just over two minutes, it already looked like a newborn baby.

And.

Behind it, there is a pair of huge wings that are growing rapidly.

"Wing God Clan."

Fang Ke's eyes were cold.

Winged God Clan, one of the top 100 races on the battlefield of all races.

The facial features and torso are similar to those of the human race, but there are huge wings on the back, which can fly in the air. The body is powerful, and you will have the power of a martial artist when you reach adulthood!

Hostile to the human race!

"Can mosquitoes suck up all that blood?" Fang Ke thought to himself.

Obviously.

When the Winged Gods descend, they need to absorb blood. If the blood is sucked dry, the Winged Gods will fail to descend.

No matter what plans Fengtianjiao has, they will all come to nothing!

With his peripheral vision, he saw that outside the red barrier, everyone in the Fengtian Sect was looking at the flesh and blood above them.

"Once the snake is alerted, the mosquito has no chance to resist in front of the general!"

"Wait a minute!"

Outside the red barrier.

The warriors of the Fengtian Sect looked up at the mass of flesh and blood, as if they were looking at their gods.

Zhang Xian’s eyes are fiery.

"The Winged God has begun to descend, and it won't be long before the Winged God's light envelopes the human race."

"The haze of the war between all races will no longer be able to affect the human race!"

"All races can live safely on this land. This is the victory of the human race!"

Dong Chengshan also looked expectant and his eyes were blazing.

"The human race cannot win on its own. Only those who have truly been to the battlefield of all races know how terrifying those powerful races are!"

"You are born as a military commander. A small child is already carrying a hundred thousand kilograms of strength."

"What do humans use to fight?"

He murmured to himself, looking at Song Chengyu shrouded in blood, feeling sad in his heart.

"Chengyu, I'm really sorry..."

"Song Hai is here!" A military commander from Fengtian Sect looked towards the city with a sneer on his face.

"Unfortunately, by the time he came, it was too late!"

The Fengtian Sect warriors turned around and looked down the mountain.

There.

Three figures are approaching quickly!

In the blink of an eye, they rushed dozens of meters away, and within ten seconds, they had arrived at the foot of Changshan Mountain.

Zhu An's demeanor was cold and solemn, without the previous elegance.

He looked at the top of the mountain in the distance. His glasses had already flown to nowhere, but they did not affect his vision. When he saw the blood mass hanging in the air, his expression suddenly changed.

"The flesh and blood of the Winged God!"

Whoosh!

He waved his arm violently, and after the fan in his hand was filled with energy and blood, it became like an extremely sharp steel gun!

As he swung it with great force, the fan flew hundreds of meters through the air and hit the blood mass on the top of the mountain!

Boom!

The Fengtian Sect general slashed down the fan with one blow and exploded it.

"Su Yun, watch from the mountain, don't let the ferocious beast drag away Lord Wing God's food!"

"Others come down the mountain and stop them!"

Talking room.

He had already jumped up high, holding knives in both hands, filled with energy and blood, and fell from the top of the mountain, slashing Song Hai furiously!

The brilliant sword light brought with it the huge impact of falling hundreds of meters, and before it came, there was a whistling wind of the sword.

Song Hai paused at his feet and showed a ferocious look on his face.

"Well done!"

He reached out with his backhand, grabbed a silver iron rod from behind, and immediately jumped up.

The long stick waved to the sky.

There was a loud clang.

When the huge spark exploded, Song Hai was split to the ground, the mountain beneath his feet collapsed, and a deep pit was dug out.

Song Hai was not injured. He jumped up from the pit and struck down with his stick again.

The Fengtian Sect generals have landed on the ground, raising their feet to kill. With a sweep of the sword, even Zhu An is covered.

"If you want to die, I will kill you first!"

Zhu An's face was extremely cold.

A cold light flashed in his hand, and the soft sword trembled, then rubbed against the blade, making a harsh scream.

The other side.

Zhu Bing was blocked by Dong Chengping, Zhang Xian and dozens of martial arts masters.

"Song Hai, I wish you well, you are too late!" the Fengtian Sect general laughed.

"The Winged God has arrived. When he absorbs the human blood and reshapes his body, the human world will not reject his existence!"

"When the time comes, this clone will be able to directly reach the realm of Wuzong!"

"It won't take long for this incarnation of the Winged God to return to the realm of the Martial God."

"That's when."

"The entire human race will be shrouded in the glory of the Winged God Clan, so it will last forever!"

The faces of Zhu An and the other three were solemn, and their eyes swept over the huge blood mass on the top of the mountain.

If the incarnation of Wing God really becomes a martial arts master, it will be in trouble!

A strong man in the Wuzong gave birth to a spiritual prototype, with extremely keen intuition, almost a state of divine enlightenment!

In addition, his power is far more powerful than that of military commanders.

Even if Song Hai and the three of them joined forces, they would have no power to resist in front of Wu Zong!

Once this incarnation of the Winged God is allowed to leave this place, and when he returns to the realm of the Martial God, the human race will surely be robbed!

Song Hai didn't think that far ahead at the moment.

His face trembled, blood flashed in his eyes, and he glared at the Fengtian Sect general: "That blood is my martial arts examinee from Dragon City!?"

"Not bad!" The Fengtian Sect general smiled: "The geniuses of the human race, blessed with good luck, use their flesh and blood to allow Lord Wing God to reshape his physical body, which will naturally make him more adaptable to the human world."

Song Hai's eyes trembled violently, and the blood and energy in his body surged uncontrollably. The murderous intent in his eyes was uncontrollable, and he spoke word by word.

"Fengtianjiao beasts! You all deserve to die!"

Boom!

His feet collapsed, and the rocks beneath his feet exploded. In the moment, he appeared in front of the Fengtian Sect generals, and the iron rods were chopped down!

Fengtianjiao generals are not forced to follow Zhu An at all times to prevent him from rushing up the mountain and affecting Yishen's body shaping.

Zhu Bing on the side also started to fight with the Fengtian Sect martial artists.

Although more than a dozen top martial arts masters are no match for the sixth-grade general Cao Bing, they can still do it if they delay.

The generals of Fengtian Sect also have the same purpose.

He is a ninth-grade military general. If he fights against two ninth-grade generals, Song Hai and Zhu An, he will definitely be defeated, but not so quickly.

"As long as you wait for the Winged God to come, you will all die!"

The Fengtianjiao generals kept sneering.

Song Hai worked hard and traded injuries for injuries, which was extremely cruel.

"You can't run away even if we die!"

The two sides fought with loud noises and roars.

Mountain.

The Fengtianjiao martial arts masters who stayed behind looked around vigilantly, beware of ferocious beasts coming following the smell of blood.

The other side of the mountain.

A figure covered in blood climbed up from the bottom of the mountain.

It’s Han Peng!

He saw Song Chengyu.

"Brother Yu!"
Chapter completed!