Super Bloodline: The Devouring System

"The ancient Qin people..."

He whispered, his eyes dazzled, and carried the veteran on his shoulder Put the old medicine into his mouth and try to save it.

I didn't hear it wrong. Just now, the veterans mentioned that the four characters were the ancient Qin people.

"Cough..." The old soldier coughs up blood, the big medicine cannot continue the life! He passed out in a coma and couldn't recover for a while.

"I thought I could get more information." All of a sudden, the battlefield is changing. Fortunately, there is still one last breath.

Boom!

The sky burst, countless thunders fell and poured down, which was hard to resist.

"Damn it."

At this time, the battlefield is in chaos, full of fire everywhere. Everyone is crazy in this war, and no one can stay out of it.

There's no time to take other things into consideration, put the veterans in the body, lower their body and go away in other directions.

He didn't know where the war had gone, let alone how many people had joined.

"Far away!"

There is a roar echoing in the sky, and without further delay, the blood of the southern wasteland flows into a river.

The old woman of huangquan, the elder of Weiyang, the old ancestor of Youming wolf and others have already disappeared. This battle is too abrupt. As for Tianjiao in Shumi of jiuyexian, they can only live by their own destiny. No one can save them.

Qin fan's speed was too fast. He galloped away in the humble secret road. His eyes were covered with blood all the way, and his anger was replaced by shock.

The three imperial dynasties suffered heavy losses this time. I don't know how long it will take for them to recover.

Three days later.

The dragon gate is far away.

Looking closely, he was scarred, and he didn't know how many times he was in danger along the way.

"It's not just the aborigines. The southern wilderness has been in chaos. Big forces are attacking each other."

But often sigh, the emergence of indigenous people is the fuse, the southern wilderness of the major forces of hatred to detonate completely.

Rub an old medicine into the wound at will. Fortunately, there is no match in the blood of the real dragon. It has already scarred, and the impact is not very big.

He changed into a nobody and didn't attract the attention of the big man. Otherwise, the threat he met would increase exponentially.

Canglong gate is in the distance. It is shocked slightly. When it reappears, it stands in front of Canglong gate. Seven peaks are connected into one. The mountain protection array has been opened. The vast wilderness is endless, and you can't see the end at a glance.

Canglongmen is like a giant beast slowly awaking. Just looking from afar, it is frightening and bloodthirsty.

From the first peak to the seventh peak, there are seven black dragon lists. On the top of the mountain, there is a battle flag, which makes a hunting sound, forming a terrible battle array.

Several disciples were guarding the door, all inside. When they saw Qin fan coming, they all got up in a hurry, with straight waists, swords in their hands and alert eyes.

"This is canglongmen. Who is coming?"

Qin fan was dressed as a beggar. His body was in rags. His long hair reached his waist and covered his pretty face. He had been away for two years, which was too different from before.

It's only three or two days, but the southern wilderness has been filled with war, and no one can stay out of it.

Canglongmen, once a giant, is even more concerned by those who want to. Now it is full of threats. If it is not careful, it may set itself on fire.

"Come out."

Qin fan didn't want to explain, so he waved at will and let out a group of disciples like Qingyi.

Shua!

The void rippled, and more than 30 disciples of canglongmen stood up and took a deep breath. They didn't react until then.

One of the disciples whispered in his eyes, "I didn't expect that we'd come back alive this time!" The terror of war is in everyone's eyes.

"Alas."

Some of them are just sighing, practicing for more than 20 years, this is the first time to personally experience the terror of the battlefield.

The cultivation rules of canglongmen are unusual. The weak are eliminated, but when they come back, they still belong to the sect, which is not worth mentioning compared with the rapidly changing battlefield.

"If you can come back alive this time, you have to thank elder martial brother Qin fan. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll have to bleed." Some people give thanks to Qin fan.

They were silent. Qin fan was too strong to fight a bloody battle.

The battle still reverberates in their minds, and they don't know how many interceptions they have suffered.

"This boy is a pervert. I really don't know how to practice."

Rao shiqingyi comes from ancient times. She can't help but sigh that she has a solid foundation, but Qin fan has a solid foundation.

Phoenix nine and Ren Changfeng stand in the rear, but shake their heads, no more than his mind.

In this war, more than 100000 soldiers of the three dynasties were slaughtered, and the blood flowed into a river, which dyed the southern wasteland red with blood.

I don't know how many people died and how many sects cut off inheritance.

Now I don't feel how terrible the war is. I only see part of it.

"Elder martial brother Fengjiu, elder martial sister Qingyi, elder martial brother Ren Changfeng..." See Qingyi and others, the door of a few teenagers in a hurry respectful boxing, face with admiration.No matter Fengjiu or Ren Changfeng, it's a legend in canglongmen. Otherwise, it's impossible to go to this secret place.