(I originally wanted to update two times today, but there was really not enough time. I only had one update and I would definitely make up for it the day after tomorrow. I am really sorry!!!)

A muffled groan sounded from the old man's throat.

He lowered his head and looked at the dense blood holes on his chest in disbelief, his empty eyes full of shock.

"You people from Tianlanyuan are really unique." The old man's voice sounded at that time, and the hoarse voice was like a withered branch gradually rotting.

Su Changan smelled something strange from the sound, his heart was shocked, and his body suddenly moved to the left.

The next moment, the old man's figure suddenly appeared in the position where Su Changan had just stood. His right hand swelled up at some point, shattering his clothes, revealing the muscles that were bulging high like a hill. Perhaps because his body could not withstand such changes, his skin showed an extremely strange blood color.

And the front end of the arm was sharp claws like wild animals, and it was shining with a terrifying cold light at this moment.

This extremely exaggerated arm forms a sharp contrast with his thin and hunched figure. The blood hole pierced by Su Chang'an's sword dragon on his chest was still dripping blood, which made him look more like some kind of evil ghost crawling out of hell, rather than a person or a rude person.

No one can still be alive after being pierced through the chest.

At least that's what Su Changan thought.

He was almost sure at this moment that the old man must have divine blood in his body like Tuoba Yan.

It seemed that Su Changan's shock was seen, and a cruel smile was once again outlined on the old man's wrinkled face.

"Is it strange?" asked the old man, his voice low, like an evil ghost whispering.

So he reached out and tore off all his ragged clothes, revealing his dry and even bloody upper body inside.

"I have been blessed by the Son, and I will never die!" A crazy smile appeared on the old man's face.

As soon as he finished speaking, his remaining dry body suddenly began to swell. He was like an inflatable airbag, which instantly bulged. The blood holes in his chest that were holed by Su Changan also began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within ten breaths, his body was already three feet tall, with fangs in front and dense green scales covered with dense blue scales, and his eyes were even more terrifying blood.

Su Changan had seen this look once. Although it was a little different, it was very similar to the hundreds of ghosts. This was clearly the gods.

Su Changan's brows sank and said to himself, looking at the old man's words, it must be a barbarian, but why can he transform into a god? Could it be that the holy son they mentioned had any way to transform the human race and the barbarian race into a god race?

If so

Thinking of this, Su Changan felt his scalp tingling. Doesn’t this mean that the gods can create a group of monsters like the old man?

The old man naturally would not give Su Changan time to think carefully. He only heard an inhuman roar from his mouth, and his spiritual power surged around him. The next second his body would kill Su Changan like a stream of light.

Su Chang'an's heart tightened and quickly put down his chaotic thoughts. The sword wings behind him shook, and the wind suddenly rose around him, "Tianxuan! Yaoguang!" He let out a light surprise and summoned the last two seven-star phantoms.

As soon as Tianxuan came out, the sword dragon he had just controlled fell into her control, and Yaoguang Phantom also held the Nine-Dang Sword flying out of Su Changan's hand at this time.

The three stood side by side, and as the old man rushed into them several feet, the evil spirit surged between their eyebrows.

The Tianxuan Sword Dragon is like a sea, roaring and rushing away.

Yaoguang jumped high, and his sword was like a rainbow, cutting through the world.

Su Changan held Xiahou blood in his hand, wrapped in thunder lightning in the sky, and slashed straight towards the old man's face. The ten directions of divine sword above his head also roared towards the old man with his roar.

This is a shocking confrontation.

The huge light burst out when the two forces met was so pirated that everyone present could not open their eyes.

The ensuing wave of air directly knocked the surrounding barbarians to the ground.

In a blink of an eye, a few breaths passed, and the light disappeared.

Su Changan stood apart with the monster turned into by the old man.

The two phantoms summoned by Su Changan had disappeared at this time. It seemed that they had completely dissipated in the battle just now. Su Changan was also covered in blood, and there seemed to be no complete flesh and blood on his body, but his eyes were still bright, just like stars in the night sky.

On the other hand, the old man's situation was even worse than that of Su Changan.

The wounds of all sizes of his body were hundreds of huge, and they kept dripping blood downwards. If you look closely, you can find that there are some golden yellow mixed in the blood that is difficult to see clearly.

Although he was seriously injured, it is not difficult to find from the qi around him that he was not injured. Perhaps because of divine blood, most of the injuries on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but only a sword injury on his chest and a knife injury on his left arm did not improve for a long time.

Su Changan clearly remembered that these two injuries were caused by nine difficulties and ten directions.

He looked at the Nine Nation Knife that had returned to his hand with some insight, and suddenly remembered something in his heart.

Wutong once said that God cannot be killed.

In Tianlan Courtyard, Yuheng used the Ten Directions Divine Swords before his death and completely killed hundreds of ghosts.

At first, Su Changan didn't think much, but thought that Yu Heng had mastered some powerful methods to activate blood, which was enough to kill the true god.

But as his cultivation level improved, Su Changan gradually realized that things were not that simple.

The two wounds on the old man just now seemed to prove some of Su Changan's speculations.

Without a few breaths, the old man's injuries that seemed extremely terrifying just now had all recovered as before, but the two scars cut from the Ten Directions and Nine Miscellaneous Scourges did not improve at all.

But the monster turned into by the old man seemed to have not noticed this at all. He smiled wildly and said with a ferocious expression: "How can the Holy Son's blessing be hurt by the rats?"

"When I take off your head and bring it back to the royal court to offer it to the Holy Son, you will get more divine objects, and the death of the Arrival Star is just around the corner." The old man said, as if he had seen the future of the Arrival Star Star in his mouth. The blood light in his eyes became increasingly strong. The hideousness on his face was confused with the fanaticism, which made his whole face look almost distorted.

Su Changan keenly understood something from the old man's words.

His heart moved, his face showed an extremely panic-looking look, and his body subconsciously took a step back.

"Your Holy Son wants to kill the people from Tianlanyuan?" he asked, because of the nervousness in his heart, even speaking a little intermittently.

It seemed that Su Changan's performance greatly satisfied some of the dirty ** in the old man's heart. He cooperated to take a step forward, and the blood in his eyes became even more intense.

"Yes." The monster said, his voice becoming deeper and deeper. "Otherwise, why do you think our 500,000 army is besieging the city but has not attacked for a long time. Someone wants to protect the defender, and we are waiting for a chance to kill one of the attacks. Unfortunately, it was a little short of it last time."

He said with regret that in his eyes, Su Changan was already a dead person, so he didn't mind saying some more nuanced words.

Su Changan naturally quickly understood that the guard in the old man's mouth naturally pointed to Beitongxuan, and Su Changan didn't know who wanted to protect him.

He continued to take a step back, as if he wanted to keep a distance from the monster. He asked in great fear, "Why?"

"I can do what the Holy Son told me, so why do I ask so much?" The monster said, but his body took a few steps forward. At this moment, he was very close to Su Changan.

He likes this feeling, like a cheetah teasing before killing his prey, and he likes to watch the fear of those enemies before they die, and he decides that it is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

"Who is the Holy Son?" Su Changan asked again, and took a step back.

"The Holy Son is the Holy Son." The old man's answer was extremely ambiguous. This was a kind of almost blind worship. His body leaned against Su Changan again. This seemed to him an extremely good distance. As long as he wanted, he could unscrew Su Changan's head.

"" Su Changan lowered his head and was silent, as if he had been scared by this monster, and he could not even have the courage to look directly at him.

Such a situation fell into the eyes of the old man. He glanced at his mouth with some regret, thinking that Su Changan had lost the value of being played with by him at this moment. "Now, you will die!" He said so, and a huge arm was stretched out by him at this moment, oriented straight towards Su Changan's neck.

"No." Su Changan's voice sounded at this moment. He looked up at the old man, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his face was determined and determined, and there was no trace of panic as soon as possible.

The old man who realized that something was wrong was shocked. He was about to say something just now, but a knife light suddenly lit up.

When he reached his throat, he was stuck there forever, and his outstretched hand stopped as if it was frozen.

The next moment, a blood light suddenly appeared. In the horrified eyes of everyone, his head was raised high, and finally fell to the ground like mud, emitting a disgusting stench.

It is obvious that he will never be able to live again. As for the blessings of the Son and the dream of immortality, it seems like a joke at this moment.

After all this, Su Changan gasped heavily.

From the two wounds on the old man's body, and to think about the hundreds of ghosts killed by Yu Hengyu in the Shifang, Su Chang'an was almost certain that the inherited treasures of the Tianlanyuan, the two Tianfang and the Jiudan, had a fatal lethal power to those so-called gods.

Su Changan even had some intuition that these two divine weapons were probably forged to kill the gods.

"boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise came from behind.

Su Changan hurriedly turned around and saw the giant tiger's body turned into by Hu Yan, falling to the ground with the screams of everyone.

Out of the corner of his eyes, a man holding a jade flute was slowly coming from a distance.

He seemed to appear out of thin air, wandering in the battlefield, but he was walking leisurely like a tower.

Mourner!

Su Changan was shocked and almost subconsciously identified the identity of the visitor.
Chapter completed!