Chapter five hundred and forty-seven shout no, get out of the bald!
"Tab of the Gods!"
On the platform, the young man in golden robe roared loudly, and his hands traced mysterious paths like lightning. The sacred breath spurted out from every pore of the body, and the golden sacred blood condensed into a cloud on the body like smoke and clouds.
A glazed war robe like gold and jade.
In an instant, as the glazed war robe emerged, the wails of demons and ghosts seemed to resound in the world, as if a funeral song composed for ghosts and gods was played. Around the young man in gold robe, sacred shadows emerged one after another, hazy.
However, because he couldn't see his true appearance clearly and protected him, the divine pressure suddenly increased more than ten times.
This is the protection of the gods!
It is also the most fundamental power of divine blood flowing in the body of the golden-robed young man. However, even if he is of the bloodline of gods, stimulating the power of divine blood still requires a high price. After all, he is not one of those pure-blooded descendants of gods, so he can only
He barely revealed the battle robes of the gods and triggered the initial protection of the gods. Under this vast starry sky, if he were not a strong man in the supreme realm, the young man in gold robe was confident that no one could break it.
But as Su Qinian's fist came closer, the golden-robed young man's belief suddenly wavered. It was so intense that even through the gods' battle robes, he felt a tingling sensation in his body, as if he was in a blazing divine fire.
The terrifying burning sensation of being burned to ashes not only originates from the body, but also originates from the will of the soul.
There was a soft pop sound, and in the pupils of the golden-robed young man's violently contracted pupils, the sacred shadows surrounding him were penetrated by the fist. In an instant, thunder rose in the void, and its sound rumbled, just like the presence of gods.
Angry.
Boom!
The battle robes of the gods exploded into pieces, and the glaze-like light rain splashed. Su Qinian's fist was like a beam of light that cut through eternity, shattering all shackles. Nothing could stop it. Although the light of the fist was not visible, it was reflected in everyone's spiritual will.
Under the reflection, this pure, powerful, and righteous fist illuminated the entire first battlefield.
"don't want!"
The fist magnified in front of his eyes, and the golden-robed young man felt an unprecedented fear. He didn't know what happened in the last years of ancient times, but thinking about it, just like he did now, he clearly felt that death was approaching, and all the souls and wills,
They all trembled violently in front of this invincible fist and the hot battle blood.
call!
Like a hurricane hitting his face, golden hair whipped up behind him, and a large piece of golden hair broke away and flew on the platform, but the young man in golden robe could no longer take care of it. His eyes were stagnant, and he stared blankly at the equally stagnant fist in front of him.
Life and death stopped half an inch before his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to feel the gaze of death, so close and terrifying.
"me……"
His tone was dry, and he stuttered a little. His mind was in chaos, and he didn't know what to say.
All directions are quiet.
Under the Taoist platform, whether they were strong men or disciples from various battle fields, or sacred figures from many supreme inheritances in the Five Wastelands, they all fell silent at this moment. This was the ancient relic that they had tried every means to visit in order to gain some favor. Then
The descendant of the gods who stood high above, overlooking the common people, looked more like a frustrated young man at the moment, unable to withstand the blow, and looking lost.
"The so-called descendants of gods seem to have this kind of mentality." Some elders and holy figures shook their heads. They had been too superstitious about the records in myths and legends. This young man in gold robe is just like most of the young and strong men of their human race.
My xinxing, looking at the scene in front of me, I am afraid that I will be worse off. It seems that I have not experienced too many thorns and hardships and cannot accept the failure in front of me.
"Why hold on?"
Su Qinian withdrew his fist. At this moment, the young man in golden robe finally came to his senses. He stared at Su Qinian with a harsh and unwilling tone. He was actually defeated. The glory of the gods fell into the mortal world in his hands.
, he failed to keep the divine blood flowing in his body, and was desecrated in such a way, and was humiliated in his hands.
"With the dignity and ancient glory of the so-called descendants of the divine blood like you, who are so arrogant and arrogant, it is extremely valuable to be able to say "no"." But I didn't expect Su Qinian to say this, "Let alone the person who comes here is a guest, and the two tribes are at war.
Bu Zha is here, Su said he would give you a chance, so he will not break his promise."
There was a bit of solemnity in Su Qinian's calm tone, but it was this bit of solemnity that made the golden-robed young man's face become filled with blood. Then he couldn't bear it anymore. With a pop, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood. He could hardly breathe.
He came, not because he was suffocated, but because he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He completely lost the grace and magnanimity of the god's bloodline. If possible, he wanted to step on the God-killer in front of him and crush him.
Even if he pressed it ten million times, it would not make up for his damaged dignity.
This is so irritating!
Even in all directions, many powerful human beings from all directions are speechless at this moment. Killing people and punishing their hearts is even more extreme than killing their hearts. It can almost be regarded as whipping, let alone the young man in golden robe who is a descendant of the gods.
, even they, the bystanders, sounded strange...very happy! They felt so comfortable!
Compared with before, the eyes of many powerful people from all over the Taoist platform have returned to clarity. They are eager for new changes and possibilities in the path of cultivation in this world, but they will no longer sink into the so-called path to becoming a god, even if the door to eternal life is
Once again, they are the masters of this vast starry sky, not the objects of new overlooking and enslavement by those ancient relics who display their ancient majesty and glory.
What has passed away will eventually pass away. This is no longer the era of the ancient gods.
It is also today that people have truly seen the ancient power that has been silent in the blood of their human race. As long as such power can be awakened, there is nothing to fear from the gods. This is the power that should really be controlled by them, without asking for help.
These descendants of gods are asking for things and being controlled by others. Maybe there is nothing wrong at the moment, and there is nothing strange about them, but it will definitely lay the seeds of trouble for the future.
The change of ancestral blood!
Some very old saints murmured at this moment that they had heard of this road. The transformation of ancestral blood is the war blood of the human race moving closer to the ancient sages. The original war blood that inherits the immortal fighting will of the sages has far-reaching powers.
The power far exceeds that of the war blood of the current human race. However, due to the difficulty of the ancestral blood transformation in the past, it has not been popularized and is not known to many strong human race people. But now it seems that strengthening the ambition, backbone and confidence of the human race,
It is urgent and must be done.
In this big world, the starry sky is vast, surrounded by enemies, and things are changing all the time. If you want to hold on to the starry sky and ancestral land under your feet, as a human race, everyone has a responsibility and a duty to do so.
"God-killer, although I have been defeated, I really am nothing in the kingdom of the gods. Someone stronger will eventually come to find you. The shame you have imposed on the gods will one day be completely wiped out.
Reckoning!”
On the platform, the young man in golden robe took several deep breaths in succession before he could barely suppress his anger. His tone was as cold as ice. He looked around and said coldly: "It seems that your human race does not need the method of spiritual cultivation. On the way to becoming a god,
, maybe your existence is not needed. After many years, in front of the gate of eternal life, among the hundreds of races in the world, there may not be any trace of your human race anymore..."
"Go away! You are talking nonsense here! What are you pretending to be!"
"That's right! Go back to your kingdom of God. This is the human world. Who are you?"
"What about talking about the general trend and the future? Let's wait until you really become a god. A bastard is just showing off here, pretending to be superior!"
Before the golden-robed young man could finish speaking, voices kept ringing from all directions in the Taoist platform. Many powerful human race men scolded them without being polite at all. They had endured it for a long time and did not want to listen to the nonsense of this golden-haired bald man here. They thought they were sure.
The general situation, the noble status, and the invincibility, but in fact he was knocked down with one punch, which is not worthy of the name at all.
"Bald man! Get out!"
Someone else sneered. On the Taoist platform, the young man in gold robes was startled for a moment. Then he realized what he was doing. He looked at himself with his soul and will, only to find that his gorgeous blond hair was not only messy at the moment, but also broken by the wind of the fist just now.
There were seven or seven hundred and eighty-eight, especially on the top door, a large piece was missing. It was bare and barren of grass.
"ah!"
He roared, and the divine blood in his body rioted, shattering the void in front of him, like a crazy wild beast, rushing into it, that crazy posture, and the grace when he first entered this first battlefield.
The difference between it and dignity is not limited to heaven and earth.
Among the towering figures shrouded in chaotic energy, some people showed a bit of pity in their eyes. Compared with what they encountered in the battle tower, this descendant of the god will probably leave a deep shadow in a short period of time. (
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