Dragon Vein Martial God

Jiang Ting stands quietly in the colorful atmosphere of space, waiting for the end of transmission to reach the border.

About a quarter of an hour later, the multicolored colors did not weaken at all, but began to increase.

After a while, Jiang Ting's face suddenly changed: "I should not be so unlucky...

the transmission is not over yet.

It was nothing.

The problem is... Jiang Ting's body, some pain.

Literally, pain!

Everywhere the sense of oppression is constantly squeezing his body.

Jiang Ting knows. I'm in trouble.

When he is not ready, the teleportation array is activated, and he starts teleportation without any preparation. It seems nothing, but in fact, the teleportation array, once the teleportation distance is too far, then the space that constantly passes through will start to oppress the body and spirit of Jiangting.

In a short time, those oppressions can be ignored by Jiang ting.

But if the time is long... The rising oppression is enough to crush Jiang Ting's body and spirit!

It's after five breath again.

Jiang Ting's face was slightly white, and his face was completely sank: "how far is the border from Huoyan star..."

maybe it's really far away, far away, beyond everyone's expectation. After all, if it was a little closer, the news of the border would have been known by the world for a long time, rather than unknown. He thinks that the endless divine realm is ruled by the human race, even the existence of alien race I don't know.

After a while, I clenched my fist and looked ugly: "the pressure of this space is rising at the speed of continuous superposition... I am special...

the pressure of continuous superposition showing linear ascension is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Maybe one plus one is equal to two at the beginning, but as time goes by, one plus one is probably equal to ten, equal to a hundred!

Because of this, Jiang Ting just found that the situation was not good, he began to be unable to insist, just a few breath of time, his face began to pale.

However, Jiang Ting didn't move in disorder... He is being transmitted now. If he starts rashly, it's really a catastrophe!

Now if he can incarnate in nihilistic Thunder Dragon, with the help of nihilistic Thunder Dragon's talent, he can freely break through the space and leave. However, he can't incarnate in nihilistic Thunder Dragon at the moment. With the control of space by the real human body, he can really break through the transmission array and die faster.

It's about five minutes later.

Jiangting's mouth appeared a little red blood, colorful, no less.

The ugly meaning disappeared, and Jiang Ting turned to a little annoyed: "Damn it! Have I had bad luck recently! First, being disturbed by Qian's family led to the failure of promotion. Now, because of the teleportation array, death is coming! "

Even if he began to scold secretly, no wonder he did.

In other words, the transmission will not end in a short time.

And he can support 20 breath time.

That's right, twenty!

The constant changes of his body let Jiang Ting know that he must be seriously injured after ten breath, and then with the help of the kingdom of God, he can survive for ten breath for a while. If the transmission is not over by then, he will die in the squeeze of space, and the spirit will be destroyed.

Five more times.

"Keke..."

coughing up a little blood, Jiang Ting's face became fierce: "I'm special... Dan Heng, are you playing with me! You're not saying that destiny stands for good luck. After I have it, why don't I feel that my luck is getting better? Instead, every time I encounter a disaster! "

The injury was further aggravated.

In Jiang Ting's nearly venting and stable and uneasy scolding, it's gone, five breath, the tenth breath!

"Keke..." in the process of Keke, Jiang Ting's breath became unstable.

In a flash, Jiang Ting stopped to scold secretly, and his face became calm: "no, we can't wait any longer... The spatial fluctuation is still not half slowing down, and the transmission will not end within ten breath."

He's already, seriously injured.

Jiang Ting has been seriously injured many times recently, so he can barely keep his body calm. It would be nice if he didn't go into a coma at the moment. He can't be in the same state as he is, and he can even think about countermeasures.

The eleventh interest.

The bloodstain in the corner of Jiang Ting's mouth began to flow unstoppably... But Jiang Ting didn't see it. He clenched his fists and looked around, his face showed a touch of hesitation.

Now, he has two choices.

First, he forcibly expels his own Terran blood. Later, even without the essence and blood of the dragon, he can incarnate as nihilistic Thunder Dragon. Only as a price, he will never be a Terran.

Human blood is gone, where can it be human? He will only be a nonexistent Thunder Dragon, and the dragon race will only be his only blood.

In his thinking, after incarnating as nihilistic Thunder Dragon, with the help of the alien space talent of nihilistic Thunder Dragon, he is supposed to be able to protect himself. Even if he can't protect himself, he can persist for a longer time.It's just that everything is just his conjecture. He can't be sure what the facts are.

The second choice is to break away from the teleportation by force. At that time, he will be engulfed by the fluctuation of space, but no one knows whether he will return to the outside world alive or be engulfed by space, leading to the extinction of both gods and souls. He only knows that the possibility of his being engulfed by space leading to the extinction of both gods and souls is extremely high.

Maybe there are other countermeasures, but in a short time, Jiang Ting can only think of these two, and he has no time to think of more countermeasures.

The thirteenth interest.

Jiang Ting's breath is more and more unstable, and the flesh and blood around him has begun to disappear in the space, and even the bones can be seen in the weak places.

Jiang Ting looked down and then roared: "old immortal Dan Heng, you wait! If I can leave alive, I will help you and the God of the moon. How stupid I am to believe that your destiny represents good luck

After the roar... Jiang Ting's mood is much better. At the same time, he doesn't think that destiny will represent good luck. This is not a joke.

Immediately, he slightly clenched his teeth and drank: "broken!"

"Clang clang..." the sword sounds repeatedly, and the Liuyun sword sweeps. He wants to try his luck. Since the two choices are unknown, he might as well fight for life. What if he survives?

Jiangting's sword spirit is not profound to the power of transmission. However, the sudden outbreak of his sword spirit obviously disturbed the peace and order of transmission power. The power was in disorder, and then the endless space cracks came.

"Ah..." countless not in pain, deep into the bone marrow, deep into the soul.

Even Jiang Ting can't help but scream at the moment... Without experience, it's hard to realize one in ten thousand of what he has encountered at the moment.

This time, it's just three breath.

"Immortal, I'm your uncle!" With a low roar, a strand of space turbulence captured into the River Court spirit, spirit suddenly hurt... Then, endless darkness.

Even Jiang Ting can't hold on any longer. Endless darkness envelops his consciousness.