The Legend of Douba Resurrection

"Sure enough, it's really fast, but it's also quite stupid. Even Fan Yao, the patriarch of the Blood Sect, knows that warriors who practice blood alchemy are most restrained by different fires. How dare you bump into me? Really! court death."

Xiao Yan curled his lips in disdain.

"puff!"

On the other side, Wolf Spirit sneezed twice with indigestion, and was so disgusted that he was about to open his mouth to spit out something.

"Silly dog, if you dare to spit it out, I will kill you."

Following Xiao Yan's stare, Wolf Spirit whimpered twice in great grievance, and finally swallowed the last bit of blood and spiritual power with a bitter face, and then returned to Xiao Yan's body dejectedly.

The return of the wolf spirit also awakened some people who had been stupefied.

"A sixth-rank supreme can actually kill a half-step eighth-rank supreme powerhouse in our family? The Luoshen royal family doesn't have such a face."

"Is this pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? He is looking for death!"

"Damn it, the person who died was Xue Li, a collateral lineage of our royal family. He must be killed to give a satisfactory explanation to the adults of the royal family."

The powerhouses of the Blood God Clan made a slight commotion, and immediately separated a Ninth-Rank Perfection Supreme to rush over. They finally put away their contempt and wanted to crush Xiao Yan with absolute strength.

Before the person arrived, Xiao Yan was firmly locked in by a terrifying killing intent. A cold middle-aged man in a red blood robe flew over quickly, and said coldly: "Boy, who are you? Anyone who dares to kill the royal family of my blood god clan."

"I'm Luo Huohuo, the Luoshen royal family."

Xiao Yan replied without hesitation.

"You fart! The Luoshen clan was born out of water, and they call themselves descendants of the Luohe River. Having "fire" in their name is simply the greatest insult to the ancestors of the Luoshen!!"

The cold middle-aged man's expression darkened.

"Ahem, misremembered, running around in Xialuo."

Xiao Yan smiled embarrassingly.

"Okay, dead duck's mouth is hard, right? Since you don't want to tell the truth, then keep your mouth shut forever."

The cold, middle-aged man stomped his soles of his feet, and rushed out with monstrous vigor.

"Blood Sea Sword!"

After the cold drink fell, the cold middle-aged man grasped the palm of his hand, and a slender long sword of blood was quickly condensed by him, and he stabbed out with a heavy blood.

"Hmph, do you like to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger? I don't believe that you, a sixth-rank Supreme, can play well in front of my ninth-rank Perfect Supreme. Everything is futile in front of absolute strength. Kid, die!"

Seeing Xiao Yan who was standing there motionless as if frightened, a cruel smile appeared on the cold middle-aged man's face.

"Three thousand thunder!"

Bursts of thunder suddenly resounded, and the cold middle-aged man only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a slender white palm appeared out of thin air, firmly clamping his arm holding the Blood Sea Sword, making him unable to move at all.

"when?!"

The smile on the cold middle-aged man's face suddenly froze!

"I said, you are too slow."

With a chuckle, the figure of the comer moved, and the lightning-fast whip turned into a black shadow, slashing down with an extremely fierce wind.

"boom!"

"puff!"

The sound of bombardment and the sound of vomiting blood sounded almost simultaneously!

A mouthful of blood was spat out, and the cold middle-aged man's chest collapsed in an instant, and his body shot out backwards as if being hit by a huge force suddenly.

"Pfft!"

The cold middle-aged man who flew upside down several hundred feet before barely stopping, flushed abnormally, and couldn't help coughing up a few more mouthfuls of blood.

"Ahem, boy, your strength is definitely more than that of a sixth-rank supreme being. Who are you? Why do you want to hide your strength!"

The cold middle-aged man stomped his feet and flew back again. He finally restrained all his contempt and arrogance.

"I am a fake sixth-rank supreme, whoever says I am not a sixth-rank supreme, I will be in a hurry with whoever."

Xiao Yan patted his chest to assure him.

"Very good, Sixth Grade Supreme, right? Then I will crush you with absolute cultivation."

The cold, middle-aged man burst out, and with a slap of his palm, a flood of blood burst out from the void behind him, turning into a blood river like a blood dragon above his head, and the blood color soaked the entire sky.

"Blood God Art, the river of blood reaches the sky!"

With the cold middle-aged man's palm waved fiercely, the surging river of blood transformed from the blood spirit power unique to the blood god clan descended fiercely on Xiao Yan who was below with extremely fierce power.

"Glass fire purifier!"

Xiao Yan opened his palm unhurriedly, and an extremely brilliant flame burst out from his palm overwhelmingly, turning into a huge fire shield hundreds of feet long around him.

The flames flowed on the fire cover, and there were various patterns of flames engraved on them, and each pattern of flames represented a powerful different fire that was born in accordance with the will of heaven and earth.

The glazed fire cover was about to take shape, and the monstrous blood river with extremely corrosive power smashed down like a bang.

"Boom!"

The glazed fire cover shook suddenly, as if it was in danger.