Bloodline of Beast God

Chapter 477: God-level Battle Skill Beast Boiling Blood
"Roar." Mo Chen let out a beast roar. Immediately afterwards, Mo Chen's body began to swell, his clothes exploded, and Mo Chen's body stretched infinitely, turning into a body with a body spanning tens of meters. The silver-white wolf.

"What the hell, what kind of monster is this?" A group of fleeing battle gods looked terrified, Duan Zao saw that the situation was wrong, and had already fled, but Mo Chen focused on Duan Zao.

"Sirius Xiaoyue, this is Sirius Xiaoyue, this kid is an orc!" Finally someone recognized Mo Chen's identity, an orc, yes, Mo Chen was originally an orc, a combination of monsters and humans, He has the noble blood of monsters, the blood of Xiaoyue Sirius.

Qingjiliu held the Hammer of Power with both hands, and smashed it down towards Mo Chen, but Mochen didn't pay attention to Qingjiliu at all, the power of the silver-white space surged on his body, when the Hammer of Lishen was about to hit Mochen's body At the same time, Mo Chen's body disappeared by force, and when it appeared once, it actually came to the front of the forging, blocking Duan Zao's way.

"Duan Zao, because of one of your lies, you must die." As he spoke, Mo Chen raised his front paw and slapped Duan Zao down, like patting a cucumber, with a snapping sound, Duan Zao Zao's body was sent flying. Although Duan Zao has the cultivation base of a God of War, Mo Chen is in the state of the god-level combat skill of boiling beast blood. The power of this claw is comparable to that of Mo Chen. Dust uses the power in the state of the power of the Titan King.

"What the hell, this kid can still use a god-level combat skill. Is this the beast god's inherited combat skill?" Qingjiliu was dumbfounded, obviously exhausted. The beast's blood was boiling, and it actually brought Mo Chen back to his peak state. Even with a god-level combat skill, it is impossible to restore a depleted battle god to his peak state in an instant, but Mo Chen did it. Qingjiliu, the descendant of the god, felt the shock, and at the same time made all the fighting gods feel the shock.

Just when Mo Chen used the power of space to force the upper body to tear his body apart, a sudden change appeared, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from a distance, locking onto Mo Chen, that monstrous aura, It made Mo Chen's face change drastically, because only a demigod-level powerhouse can give Mo Chen this feeling. Obviously, this is still a senior demigod-level powerhouse.

"Little God of Fighting, you actually acted recklessly in my Dou Shi coalition camp. Didn't your elders teach you how to behave?" An old voice sounded, and a few gray-haired old men came to him at some point. When they got to Mo Chen's side, they surrounded Mo Chen in the center, while Duan Zao was protected by Li Tian.

Including Li Tian, ​​there are a total of seven demigod level powerhouses, six men and one woman, seven demigod level, unexpectedly surrounded Mo Chen in the center.

It turned out that it was Mo Chen's continuous use of god-level combat skills that alarmed these old monsters. They were curious as to who could use two god-level combat skills consecutively. Even if they, old monsters, wanted to use them continuously It is impossible to achieve two god-level combat skills. Of course, they don't have two god-level combat skills. The god-level combat skills they can control are only one.

"Hmph, have you guys finally come out? Are you trying to bully the young with the more, and bully the young with the old?" Looking at the seven demigod-level powerhouses, Mo Chen said disdainfully. An existence that could threaten Mo Chen's life.

"Boy, you're full of nonsense. I should teach you a lesson on behalf of your elder." As he spoke, Qingdao Buddha, a demigod-level powerhouse of the Qingyun Sect, raised his hand and slapped Mo Chen. That kind of aura seemed to be able to tear apart the world, and Mo Chen couldn't bear the terrifying coercion.

Mo Chen's face was serious, and he greeted him with his fist. With the beast's blood boiling, what did Mo Chen have to fear?
"Touch." The fist and palm collided, and Mo Chen's fist felt as if it had hit a hard iron plate. The fist suddenly became numb, and it spread towards the arm, and the whole arm lost feeling.

"Hmph, boy, although you are powerful, do you know that what is inherited by Qiang Qingyun Sect is strength. In front of me, you are nothing more than an ant. Even though you have the inheritance of a god, you must die today." Knife Buddha sneered, continued to press his palms, and patted Mo Chen.

Before Mo Chen could react, he was slapped on the chest by the palm of the Green Sword Buddha. The strong people around could hear the crackling sound of bones breaking, and it was clearly visible to the naked eye that Mo Chen's chest, The whole body was sunken, and if it was any other strong fighter, he would have been killed on the spot with just one palm.

However, Mo Chen stabilized his figure in mid-air, his face was extremely pale, golden blood flowed out of his mouth continuously, and Mo Chen's heart could be heard beating violently.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to be so strong. You can still live after receiving my two palms. What you have cultivated is the indestructible golden body of the Titan family." Qingjiliu looked at Mo Chen with great interest. The Immortal Golden Body of the family has always been a combat skill that he wanted to acquire. Although the Immortal Golden Body is only a mysterious level combat skill, if it is cultivated to the extreme, who can destroy such a powerful body?This has always been the ideal combat skill Qingyunmen pursues, but they have no way to obtain it.

"Boy, how about a discussion with you?" At this moment, Qing Jiliu looked at Mo Chen with a smile.

"Hmph, old guy, what kind of conspiracy do you want to play again!" Mo Chen said disdainfully.

"How about this, if you can tell me the cultivation method of the immortal golden body, I will spare your life, how about it? Of course, I will abolish your cultivation and let you go, and I promise, in the future, I will also let you go!" No one will hurt you, how about it?" Qing Jiliu said.

"Hey, old guy, if you want to cultivate the immortal golden body, go ahead and dream. Today, I, Mochen, would rather die than surrender. You scum, whatever method you have, just use it, I, Mochen, next." Mochen Said coldly.

"Huh? Who are you calling a scum? Since you want to die so much, then I will grant you, go die." Qingdao Buddha was extremely angry. A word of scum aroused his anger. This is a provocation. Naked provocation, for a demigod-level powerhouse, face is more important than anything else.

Just when the Cyan Knife Buddha raised his palm and was about to take a picture of Mo Chen, there was a loud dragon chant in the distant sky. Swinging quickly, a golden dragon with a body over 5000 meters, and a silver-white giant wolf with a body over 50 meters rushed to the front. Behind, there were nearly forty seventh-order dragons and more than [-] different dragons. The seventh-order Warcraft of the race.

(End of this chapter)