"You are a human warrior, but you also have blood? How is that possible?"

Seeing this scene, Hongjiao couldn't help but widen his eyes with an expression of disbelief.

Bloodline is a special fighting method that can only be awakened by the will that remains after the death of the powerful men in the world. It is activated by the descendants by chance.

Even in the hell realm, it is very rare.

During this magic selection, tens of thousands of geniuses from the hell realm entered, and only nine of them had awakened their bloodline. One can imagine how difficult it is to activate the bloodline.

But this human from the Middle Thousand World can actually activate his bloodline?

Simply unbelievable.

Not to mention what talents this human has to activate his bloodline, the martial arts realm of Zhongqian World alone is not enough to form a residual will.

This is determined by the limits of martial arts in Zhongqian World and is not subject to human will.

After all, among the thousands of worlds, the strongest one is only the Holy Realm.

If you don't become a great emperor, how can you retain your own will and remain immortal for thousands of years?

"It's just blood. It's rare and strange. What's possible and impossible..."

Han Yang had a relaxed and carefree expression.

When Mo Zha talked about bloodline earlier, Han Yang was still a little curious about what this bloodline was.

When I saw Hongjiao's so-called bloodline, I realized that it was just a fusion of will and flesh.

For Han Yang, it is not difficult at all.

The ninth reincarnation, the sixth war god.

Isn’t it a piece of cake to activate a little bit of the so-called “bloodline” from the past?

That's right.

Hell demons, including Hongjiao, activate the bloodline of their ancestors, but Han Yang is different. What he activates is his own bloodline from his previous life.

The Holy Body of Heaven is inherited from the same origin.

The will of the God of War will never fade.

The red horn on the opposite side licked his lips.

He realized that today, there might be a bloody battle.

"kill!"

With the blessing of the Demon God's phantom, he was impatient to continue talking nonsense to Han Yang, so he waved his only remaining horn and charged towards Han Yang.

Numerous phantoms swept across the world.

It was as if there was a demon standing between heaven and earth.

There is a single horn piercing the sky and the earth.

There are two angles that define the mountains and rivers.

The domineering momentum is unparalleled.

"Is that just it..."

Seeing this scene, Han Yang felt a little disappointed.

The so-called bloodline is nothing more than that?

It seems that it can't be compared with my own.

boom!

He shook his head, and his breath shook. It perfectly matched the shadow of the God of War suspended above his head, and an unrivaled power spread out.

The God of War comes to the world!

The surrounding world has completely changed.

The scene of hell filled with sulfur completely disappeared, replaced by a vicissitudes of ancient battlefield.

There were shouts of killing everywhere.

Wails everywhere.

There are beacon fires and smoke everywhere.

There were bloody dead bodies everywhere.

There is a giant spirit god, who is ten thousand feet tall, and his severed head can stand as tall as a mountain.

There was an immortal who shattered the heaven and earth with a sword, but his head was penetrated by the light of the sword, and the immortal blood spread everywhere.

There are gods who can change the world and take control of the universe with a single movement of their hands, but they are also decapitated by a more powerful person, their souls disappear and no bones remain.

This is a... battlefield of gods.

It is also a place of death.

Endless death energy spreads in the void.

Ordinary warriors below the martial saint level only need to take one breath in this battlefield, and their internal organs will be corroded by the death energy, wither and rot, and they will never be able to survive forever.

"Huh? Fantasy? What kind of ghost place is this again..."

Hongjiao struggled and twisted his body, and his whole body became stiff.

His attack was completely out of shape.

His bloodline only formed a shadow, raising his realm a little and changing his aura a little bit.

On the other hand, Han Yang's bloodline seemed to have pulled him into a new world.

The hell world, as a vast world, has countless powerful people.

When he was young, he also witnessed the battle between hell and heaven with his own eyes.

In that battle, rivers of blood flowed, and countless demons and gods perished.

But the so-called strongest battle, compared with the place of death in front of us, is not even a battle at the snail angle.

Such a place of death does not look like a human scene at all.

It seems like...a world of gods.

Every fallen god has a terrifying and powerful aura that can destroy the hell world.

This human kid... Han Yang, what kind of bloodline has he awakened, and how can he be so terrifying?

But at the next moment, Hongjiao, who was still hesitating, saw clearly the bloodline inherited by Han Yang.

He is an unparalleled god of war with three heads and six arms, standing tall on the sky and the earth.

Even though he was covered in wounds and surrounded by enemies on all sides, he was still fearless, looking up to the sky and roaring loudly.

boom!

A giant hand descended from the sky, trying to destroy this war god.

The God of War roared and waved his sword towards the sky.

The world collapsed and all life became extinct.

It was as if the entire world was falling apart under the crushing force of a giant hand.

But the sword swung by the God of War towards the sky protected the world below, and at the same time, chopped the world-destroying giant hand into pieces.

An invincible figure was deeply imprinted in the deepest part of Hongjiao's mind.

"ah……"

There was no fighting at all. On the same spot, Hongjiao just let out an earth-shattering scream.

That knife was like splitting his soul, causing him...excruciating pain.

As for the looming shadow of the demon god behind him, it was chopped off with a single blow and dissipated directly into the void.

"No, no, no...impossible, definitely...an illusion..."

There was only the desperate roar from Red Horn.

He could even hear the sound of his soul and body beginning to melt.

Blood backlash.

When the bloodline soul was killed by Han Yang's bloodline soul, he suffered a horrific backlash.

No matter how strong the bloodline was previously stimulated, the current backlash is just as terrifying.

Click!

The horns, which were indestructible in his hands and could shatter the top holy weapons, gradually collapsed due to the blood backlash.

"You...Han Yang, who are you...you are definitely not the second-legged sheep of Zhongqian World..."

On the verge of death, Hongjiao opened his eyes wide and stared at the shadow of the God of War in front of him.
To be continued...