Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1737 Say No, Baldy Get Out! (seeking subscription)
"The Battle Robe of the Gods!"

On the Dao platform, the young man in the golden robe roared, and his hands flashed a series of mysterious trajectories like lightning. The sacred breath gushed out from every pore in the body, and the golden holy blood condensed into a cloud on the body like smoke and clouds. A glazed battle robe like gold and jade.

In an instant, following the appearance of the glazed battle robe, it was as if demons and ghosts wailed from the heaven and earth, as if a funeral song composed for ghosts and gods was played. Around the golden-robed youth, one after another sacred phantoms emerged, dimly But he couldn't see the true face clearly, and with his protection inside, the sacred pressure suddenly increased by more than ten times.

This is the guardian of the gods!

It is also the most rooted power of the divine blood flowing in the body of the golden-robed youth, but even if he is the blood of a god, he needs to pay a considerable price to activate the power of the divine blood. After all, he is not the heir of those pure-blooded gods. Barely revealing the battle robes of the gods, arousing the guardianship of the original gods, in exchange for being under the vast starry sky, it is not a strong man in the supreme realm, the young man in the golden robe is confident that no one can break it.

But as the front of Su Qinian's fist approached, the belief of the young man in the golden robe was shaken. It was so intense that even through the battle robes of the gods, he felt tingling pain in his body, as if he was in a raging divine fire. The terrible burning sensation of being burned to ashes is not only from the body, but also from the will of the soul.

With a soft puff sound, in the sharply constricted pupils of the golden-robed youth, one after another sacred phantoms surrounding his body were pierced by the fist. In an instant, thunder and thunder rumbled in the void, as if the gods were in the air. outraged.

Boom!

The battle robes of the gods shattered, and the rain of glass-like light splashed. Su Qinian's fist was like a beam of light piercing through eternity, smashing all shackles, and nothing could stop it. Under the reflection, this pure, powerful, yang and upright fist power illuminated the entire first battlefield.

"do not want!"

The edge of the fist magnified in front of his eyes, and the young man in the golden robe felt an unprecedented fear. He didn't know what happened in the last years of ancient times, but thinking about it, it was just like what he was doing now. He could clearly feel that death was approaching. They all trembled violently in front of this invincible fist and scalding blood.

call!
Like a hurricane blowing against his face, the golden hair was surging behind him, and a large piece of golden hair fell away, flying on the platform, but the young man in the golden robe could no longer take care of it. The half inch of the ground in front of him stopped, at this moment, he seemed to feel the gaze of the god of death, close at hand, infinitely terrifying.

"me……"

His tone was dry, and he stuttered a little, his mind was in chaos, and he didn't know what to say.

Everything is quiet.

Under the Taoist platform, no matter if it was the strongmen or disciples of the great war domains, or the sacred figures from the many supreme inheritances from the five wastelands, they all fell silent at this moment. Standing aloft, the descendant of a god overlooking the common people looks more like a frustrated young man at the moment, a little unable to withstand the blow, appearing to be devastated.

"The so-called descendants of the gods seem to have nothing more than this kind of heart." Some elders shook their heads. They were too superstitious about the records in myths and legends. Mind, looking at the scene in front of me, I'm afraid it will be worse, as if I haven't experienced too many thorns and tribulations, and I can't accept the failure in front of me.

"Why keep it?"

Su Qinian withdrew his fist. At this moment, the golden-robed youth finally came to his senses. He fixed his eyes on Su Qinian, his tone was jerky and unwilling. He was actually defeated. The glory of the gods fell to the mortal world in his hands. , He failed to keep the divine blood flowing in his body, and was blasphemed in such a way, and he was ashamed in his hands.

"With the dignity and ancient glory of the so-called descendants of divine blood who are so proud and defiant like you, it is already very rare to be able to say no." Su Qinian did not want to say this, "Let alone the visitor is a guest, and the two clans are at war. If you don’t kill me, Su said he would give you a chance, so naturally he won’t break his promise.”

Su Qinian's tone was calm and solemn, but it was this solemnity that made the young man in golden robe's face flush with blood, and then he couldn't stand it any longer. He came, not because of suffocation, but because of being so angry that his lungs would explode, and he completely lost the grace and tolerance of the blood of a god. If possible, he would like to trample the god-killer in front of him hard, crushing Pressing it ten million times will not make up for his damaged dignity.

This is too annoying!

Even if there are many powerful human races from all directions, they are a little speechless at the moment. Killing people and punishing their hearts is more than punishing their hearts. , even for bystanders like them, it sounds strange... strange fun!I feel really comfortable!

Compared with before, the eyes of many powerful people in the current Taoist platform have regained their clarity. They are eager for new changes and possibilities in the current practice path, but they will no longer sink into the so-called path of becoming a god. Reappearance, they are the masters of this vast starry sky, not the ancient majesty and glory of the ancient survivors, the new objects of overlooking and enslaving.

What passes away will eventually pass away. This is no longer the era of the ancient gods.

Also today, people have truly seen that the ancient power that belongs to their human race's battle blood, as long as they can awaken such power, why not be afraid of spiritual cultivation, this is the power that should really be controlled by them, and there is no need to ask for help. The descendants of these gods seek to obtain, and they are controlled by others for no reason. Maybe there is nothing at the moment, and there is no abnormality, but it will definitely plant the seeds of disaster in the future.

Ancestral blood change!

Some very old saints murmured at this moment, they have heard of this road, the transformation of the ancestral blood is the battle blood of the human race moving closer to the ancient sages, and the original battle blood that inherits the immortal fighting spirit of the sages has far-reaching The power far surpasses that of the blood of the human race in the world, but because of the difficulty of the ancestral blood change, it has not been popularized in the past, and it is not known to many strong human races. It is urgent and imperative.

In this great world, the starry sky is vast, surrounded by enemies, and changes are happening all the time. If they want to stick to the starry sky and ancestral land under their feet, as a human race, everyone has a responsibility and an incumbent on their shoulders.

"God Slayer, although I am defeated, I am really nothing in the kingdom of the gods. Someone stronger will come to find you in the end. The shame you inflicted on the gods will one day be completely wiped out." liquidation!"

On the altar, the young man in the golden robe took several deep breaths one after another before he managed to hold back his anger. His tone was ice-cold and chilly. He looked around and said coldly: "It seems that you humans don't need the method of cultivating gods. On the way to becoming a god , maybe you don’t need your existence, after many years, in front of the gate of eternal life, among the hundreds of clans in the heavens, maybe there will be no traces of your human race..."

"Go away! Talk nonsense here! Pretend to be something!"

"That's right! Go back to your kingdom of God, this is the human world, what kind of weed are you!"

"Talking about the general trend and future, let's talk about it after you really become a god. A bastard is also showing off here, pretending to be superior!"

Before the young man in the golden robe finished speaking, voices continued to ring out from all directions on the platform. Many strong people of the human race scolded him coldly, and they were not polite at all. The general trend, the status is noble, unrivaled, in fact, he is knocked down with one punch, which is not worthy of the name.

"Baldy! Get out!"

Someone snorted again, on the platform, the young man in the golden robe was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted. Looking at his body with his soul and will, he realized that his gorgeous blond hair was not only messy at the moment, but was also broken by the fist wind just now. There are seven or eight, especially on the top door, which is missing a large piece, which is bare and not a blade of grass grows.

"what!"

With a loud roar, the divine blood in his body exploded and shattered the void in front of him, like a mad wild beast, rushing into it. That kind of crazy posture is not the same as the grace when he first entered this first battle field. The difference between being honorable and honorable is far more than heaven and earth.

Among the majestic figures shrouded in chaos, some people showed a bit of pity in their eyes. Compared with what they had encountered in the battle tower, this descendant of the god may leave a deep shadow in a short time. (Please subscribe, thank you for your subscription and reward!)
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