Mysterious blood boils

"Saint Atuna from the Beast Clan is coming!"

"The sacred tiger of the orc and tiger clan roars to the sky!"

"The Saint Yeluhong of the Beast Clan Swallowing the Rat Clan is here!"

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Those powerful figures that were as fast as meteors, before they arrived, deafening sound waves rolled in, only shaking the ground and shaking the sky.Mysterious Blood Boiling 1123

This is a kind of majestic deterrence, the existence of a seventh-rank middle saint, one after another, no matter which seventh-rank minor saint, will be terrified, and his face will turn pale after being shocked.A saint who is a little saint and a great perfection can't beat a saint of the seventh rank in the entry stage of Zhongsheng. This is common sense in cultivation!

Therefore, the dozens of Zhongsheng who rushed over confidently reported their names. The number of dozens of Zhongsheng is enough to scare any little saint at the beginning of the seventh level to death. right.

But this time they met Xuanyuanpeng. After hearing the sound, they were not surprised but sneered again and again: "The great sage among the orcs will not come out, and the little sage dares to be arrogant in front of me. Dog, kill yourself!"

"What? Boy, you are so courageous and bold. You are a little little saint, and you dare to be so arrogant and arrogant in front of Ben Zhongsheng. Watch me slap you and slap you alive!" ..." Amidst the repeated roars, Atuna, the middle saint of the Violent Bear Clan, took the lead and killed him first.

His huge bear paw seemed to cover the sky, and with a bang, like half the sky had collapsed, he slapped Xuanyuanpeng viciously on the head...

"Bear paw fan to Wanren Mountain!"

"Hmph!" Xuanyuanpeng snorted coldly, with his hands behind his back, he looked up at that earth-shattering palm strike, and he didn't even have the intention to strike.And above his heavenly spirit, it suddenly opened wide, and a bloody light shot up into the sky...

"Roar!" An earth-shattering roar suddenly rushed from the bloody light, and it was too late to say it.A blood-red witch figure, completely naked and extremely strong, soared into the sky from Xuanyuan Peng's heavenly spirit, facing the bear's paw, and punched it out viciously...

"Crash!" The witch's fist.Fighting together with Atuna's bear's paw, a billowing shock wave burst out, and in an instant, the sky shook and the ground trembled.The two were evenly matched, each groaned, and quickly jumped back to one side...

"Where did the great witch come from? The witch clan has long since fallen, no, you are a witch spirit? How could the witch spirit cultivate to such a powerful secret realm?" Atuna's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he was well-informed, and he saw through the way at a glance. The true origin of witches.But it was just like that, and he cried out in shock.

"Jie Jie, little bear, do you still know Wu Ling? You know a lot, go to hell!" A cold and cruel voice suddenly exploded behind Atuna, making him tremble all over, and wanted to stomp his foot Fly away.But before he could make a move, a terrifying fist suddenly exploded...

"Pfft!" Atuna's chest was shattered and pierced by a witch arm burning with bloody witch flames, and his head turned around in shock and anger, unexpectedly seeing it.Another sorcerer, who did not know when, condensed behind him, and suddenly made a move.A punch exploded his back, protruding from his chest, blood sprayed like a torrential rain...

"Huhuhu..." Twelve bloody witch shadows leaped out from Xuanyuanpeng's heavenly spirit, roared up to the sky, and the witch flames all over their bodies exploded. The saint of the orc race fiercely culled and killed him.

"Boy of the human race, you can't escape death if you release the ancient witch spirit!" Amidst the roar, a tiger shadow pierced the air, and a tiger's claws tore apart the cracks in the space. His head was snapped off!

"Tiger's claws shatter the earth!" A large area of ​​land was shaken with huge cracks, as if the earth was breaking and the mountains and rivers were twisting...

"Really? Just let you see how powerful Wu Ling and Wu Ding are!" Xuanyuanpeng let out a long roar, and he punched the tiger's claws. Wu Ding's phantom, like a tattoo pattern, was branded on his fist...

"Collapse!" Fists and claws clashed, and the fierce roar of the Zhongsheng of the Tiger Clan suddenly exploded. One of his tiger claws that tore the earth and shattered mountains was smashed into powder by Xuanyuanpeng's fist, and he was also smashed. One of his arms was also shattered like powder, the pain made him tremble all over, and he almost fell from the sky!

"Die me!" Xuanyuanpeng's second punch, like a wolf like a tiger, hit the tiger clan's Zhongsheng's abdomen. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, miserable!

"Wan Wu Ding, come out for me!" Xuanyuan Peng was excited, his fist was lifted, and the Wan Wu Ding shot out from his fist eyes, and it suddenly swelled, transforming into a mountain-like figure. The giant cauldron, he jumped up, stepped on the giant cauldron, waved his sleeve, the giant cauldron was pushed forward by him, shooting forward like a meteor... Mysterious blood boiled 1123

"Roar!" The twelve witches were restraining the twelve orc saints, killing them inextricably. They suddenly sensed the presence of Wu Ding, roared violently, and punched each of them violently, shaking their opponents away, and turned back. Leaping back, rubbing rubbing, jumping into the witch cauldron one after another, sitting cross-legged in the bottom of the cauldron, in the eyes of the twelve formations of a large witch demon formation, a big mouth, rolling witch flames, soaring into the sky... …

The twelve orc saints roared angrily, and they punched, palmed, and bladed together, and unleashed a torrent of beasts, fierce and surging, sweeping thousands of miles, and violently rushed towards the standing Wuding of Xuanyuanpeng...

The witch cauldron sprayed out a billowing aura of witchcraft, and its whole body was burned red hot by the soaring witch flames. Countless witch pattern spells floated on its cauldron wall, and a prehistoric and immemorial witch aura was floating on it. Jetting, circulating, boiling, burning...

The Wu Ding shot like flying in the rolling river of beast gang, unstoppable, above the mouth of the Ding, above Xuanyuan Peng's standing head, there was a phantom of a blood sacrificial witch formation, it was a huge The altar, an ancient altar, is filled with blood, cruelty, and countless bloody breaths...

"Boom!" The torrent of witch gods blasted by twelve witch gods poured into the phantom of the altar like a waterfall, and the witch cauldron was activated in an instant, and the violent witch flow climbed steadily, making it shoot like a meteor. Ferocious as the sky collapses...

"Beng, Beng, Beng!..." The Wanwu Cauldron smashed the beast clan saints blocking the way, sending flesh and blood flying across the sky, blood spurting all over the sky, and countless flesh and blood were all absorbed into the phantom of the Blood Sacrifice Witch Array Among them, Wu Yan ferociously refined them, refining them into fly ash in an instant...

Xuanyuanpeng actually used the "Sorcerer God Prosperity" big killing move. After entering the seventh-level secret realm, he realized a stronger killing power, and it exploded at this moment. The majestic witch power of the witch god, now, he uses the blood sacrifice witch formation of the Wanwu cauldron to borrow the huge divine power of twelve witch gods at once. How amazing and terrifying is this?

Although the twelve beast clan saints were strong, they could not bear the force of the collision of the twelve witch gods. As soon as they touched them, they were smashed into pieces of the tyrannical beast bodies one after another, and became the end of the blood sacrifice!

"The witch sacrifices to the Dafa and burns all living beings! Countless blood is eaten for my ancestors!" Xuanyuan Peng recited the words of the blood sacrifice to the witch curse, and suddenly activated the huge witch cauldron, rushing towards the great powers of the witch clan, the little saints, Even Zhongsheng who rushed...

"Puffy, puffy..." Under the presence of the twelve witch gods, none of the masters of the orc race could withstand the impact of a giant cauldron. In an instant, one after another, the masters of the orc race suddenly attacked Being crushed and exploded, like a vulnerable chicken and dog, they all became blood for sacrifices...

Xuanyuanpeng controls the Ten Thousand Witch Cauldron, and is invincible in the crowd of beast raiding masters. As soon as Wang Pin's fairy weapon is released, under the presence of the twelve witch gods, there is no single enemy...

He killed people like chickens, he killed dogs, his invincible demeanor amazed the hundreds of millions of immortal troops in the entire Bailian City, every holy son...

Zhang Feixia and others from Shenquan Sect were stunned and almost fell from the sky to the ground. Is this the hundred-man team who followed them and rushed to help the Holy Son?Zhang Feixia even remembered that when he won the first battle, he still wanted to retreat to the city, and expel Xuanyuanpeng's [-]-man team from the Shenquan sect's [-] elite. Orc soldiers below the fifth rank are not considered at all, they are not opponents of the same level, so there is no sign of making a move...

"Fellow daoists, may I ask who is the invincible senior holy son..." Zhang Feixia was sweating coldly, and suddenly couldn't help asking, thinking of a holy son of nine suns.He doesn't dare to call Xuanyuan Peng a fellow Taoist now, and he directly calls him Senior Son of God!

"Nine Suns Immortal Sect, Holy Son No. 1, so is Xuanyuan Holy Son!" said Nine Suns Holy Son proudly.

"Nine Suns Immortal Sect, Son of Xuanyuan? I know that you are the Holy Sons of Nine Suns Immortal Sect, but I always thought that it would be too petty to send only a hundred people to the aid of the Nine Suns Immortal Sect. , Unexpectedly, a Xuanyuan Shengzi can be compared with a hundred thousand troops!...Xuanyuan Shengzi, Xuanyuan Shengzi? Hiss, it can't be in the ancient battlefield, killing Baquan Immortal Sect, the two great talents, and the little King of Fighters And Xiao Wuhuang's Holy Son Xuanyuan, right?" Zhang Feixia asked with a sudden chill in his heart as he spoke, his complexion changed drastically.

"Of course!" The face of the Holy Son of Nine Suns was full of joy, and Zhang Feixia almost fell to the ground in fright when he heard this. It never occurred to him that the instigator who directly caused the great loss of Baquan Xianzong's strength was actually the person who traveled with him all the way.

"Kill, Holy Son of Xuanyuan of Nine Suns, his fighting spirit is like a rainbow, and he is invincible. It is the time when all my sects of immortality are launching a massive counterattack, kill..."

In the distance, Li Potian, the No. 1 holy son of the Immemorial Sword Sect, stared at the invincible Xuanyuanpeng in amazement, wishing that he could be replaced by himself! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)