Chen Yang felt that this scene looked very familiar.
When facing Yin Yang Dharma King that day, the people around him had done this.
Come now.
Moreover, with Chen Yang's current eyesight, he could clearly feel the increasingly majestic power of Qi and blood in this drop of blood, as well as the increasingly profound martial arts will.
A drop of blood can actually do this.
There is no doubt that this is the blood of King Zhenbei.
After Chen Yangming realized this, he actually somewhat believed Leng Shan's boast about King Zhenbei and Lord Long.
The cheap old man he was originally was really a peerless master who was no weaker than Long Jun.
Fortunately, what he needs to face now is just a drop of blood.
After Leng Shan forced out this drop of blood, his whole body turned pale, and a cold and eerie voice sounded:
"In ancient times, in hell, there was a peerless strong man who controlled the six paths of reincarnation and suppressed the Nine Netherlands.
At that time, the immortal way was not manifest, the divine way was not revealed, and the strong men in the world were competing for the great way."
"The most powerful person in hell condenses the six paths of reincarnation into reality, holds the six paths of reincarnation disk to suppress the heavens, and is known as:
When I don’t become an immortal, there will be no immortals in the world!”
"This is the supreme martial arts artistic conception of Zhenbei King."
"You're a bastard. You've only learned a little bit about it secretly, but you still dare to show off and cheat outside."
"Today, I will let you see what the real immortal martial arts is: the Six Paths of Reincarnation!"
With one mouthful, Leng Shan swallowed into his belly a drop of Zhenbei King's true blood that condensed the true meaning of martial arts.
"Isn't it?"
Chen Yang's eyes widened.
He thought he was just like last time, stimulating the martial arts conception and power in his qi and blood, and punched out, but Pei Mo could not stop it.
Unexpectedly, Leng Shan actually swallowed this drop of true blood.
Isn't he afraid of death?
Chen Yang watched helplessly as he saw Leng Shan's face crawling like earthworms, with veins all exposed.
Having semen and blood in your mouth without exploding your body to death means one thing...
In a trance, Chen Yang saw the collision of DNA and DNA, and the bloodline as strong as a real dragon. He looked at the little dragon with disdain like a loach, and finally reluctantly accepted it, because after all, it was his own.
Lengshan is the species of Zhenbei King.
Otherwise, it cannot be explained.
"Who are you......"
Chen Yang blurted out the answer.
Leng Shan's face turned red, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of his blood or because of shame.
He could completely guess what Chen Yang wanted to say?
Chen Yang ignored him and laughed loudly: "You sound like a bastard, but it turns out that you are also a bastard yourself."
Chen Yang looked at this "brother" and laughed so much that his stomach hurt.
Of course, this Leng Shan cannot be the legitimate son of the princess and eldest wife.
Firstly, the original owner does not recognize it; secondly, this name sounds like a name given by someone who walks in darkness.
How could the legitimate son of the King of Zhenbei be given such a name when he was spending his time in the sun?
There is no cold or mountains to touch.
Chen Yang even suspected that this Leng Shan couldn't even bear the surname "Chen".
Maybe he is just a maid and a wrong son.
Unlike Chen Yang, the original owner of this body, he also had an incredible mother who could rival the King of Zhenbei at a certain stage.
This cold mountain is a complete tragedy.
"I'm different from a bastard like you."
Leng Shan gritted his teeth, as if he was suffering from infinite pain, and said heartbreakingly: "I have been training hard in secret, and one day I can become the eldest son, the sword in the hands of the second son, and the shield in front of me."
"One day, I will make great achievements and be listed in the family tree."
"I am different from a shameful scoundrel like you."
Chen Yang didn't care what he said now. He was just a poor man. He snapped his fingers and said: