Super Bloodline: The Devouring System

Qin fan turned into a piece of smoke and entered it without disturbing the people in the village.

The village is full of ordinary people, master hunting skills, not monks.

I don't know whether it's a coincidence or an implied rule. The village is built under the shadow. Taking advantage of no one gap, Qin fan body a flash, came to the tree.

Yinming tree has dried up, there is a last chance of life, the leaves are dry.

Qin fan points his finger and injects his pure aura to wake it up.

This old tree has lived for many years, but it is still alive.

Under the tree, there is a stone altar. On the altar, there is a little man with a long knife in his hand. At first glance, Qin fan almost recognized him as Guan Er Ye.

"This is..." But soon, my mind was shocked. This was once a god of war.

This man became famous hundreds of thousands of years ago. He was in charge of an emperor's Sutra, which was unparalleled in the world. Later, he created a prosperous Dynasty.

Qin fan's heart moved. It seems that the dynasty created by this man should be the previous hell.

Without hesitation, he forced a drop of blood on the stone man's head according to the way scar gave him.

With a frown and no response, he sighed, "there is no prosperous Dynasty forever. It seems that this organization has also fallen." Eyes have a lonely, but shook his head.

At this time, the stone man moved, opened his mouth, spit out a aura, stabbed into the eyebrow.

Qin fan a Leng, quickly sit on the ground, after a few breaths, Qin fan got up and left.

The stone man was silent and restored to his former appearance again.

Come to a mountain, stand on the top of the mountain, feel the baptism of the moonlight.

Hell, after a hundred years of existence, is an unbeaten myth.

What's terrible is that in every era, it has a great reputation, and few people can get to this point.

This is a dynasty of killers, and anyone who hears of it will turn pale.

This organization has only one purpose. As long as it can afford money, it can hunt all the people who want to hunt.

"Maybe, this organization will begin to return. I don't know what kind of demeanor the killer king from hell and the son and daughter Association have."

Qin fan's face turned black. When he met such a man, it was the mouse in the dark.

I don't know which day I will bite you. There is no way to avoid it.

Hell turns people's ears. No one dares to fight against this organization.

Once upon a time, having another killer organization, called heaven, was more terrifying than hell.

Unfortunately, heaven organization seems to be a flash in the pan, only dominating for a hundred years, then disappearing in the long history.

Some say it was swallowed by hell, others say the organizer of heaven became immortal.

There are so many different opinions that it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

"Kill the holy sons of all religions."

At this time, Qin fan felt the message he had just received in his mind. His face was ugly. He wanted to get paid by hunting the three holy sons.

When he saw the conspiracy behind it, it seemed that someone wanted to attack the big forces and hunt down the godsons, which undoubtedly caused a huge blow.

Soon, Qin fan had made up his mind. It seemed that it was time to solve the original grudge.

I didn't leave. I meditated and adjusted my breath here. It took me three days to adjust my spirit to the peak state.

At the moment, we are confident that we can escape from the pursuit of the old strong.

The previous battle was a fluke. The immortal Taoist did not give full play to their strength.

But Qin fan has no fear in his heart, and his own strength is the biggest dependence.

On this day, he returned to the city, which was still the state of the five elements and the place where several avenues ruled.

Walking in the street, Qin fan looks self-conscious and has a feeling of depression.

"Elder martial brother, have you heard that the Holy Son of the five elements was taken off his head?" Qin fanmeng looked up and turned aside. They were two young disciples.

"Don't talk, or you won't know how to die. There are many people who have great means. Go quickly."

The old man glared at the boy, said nothing more and left quickly.

Qin fan stands in the same place, his face turns black. Is it difficult for someone to take the lead?

It seems that this time, it's not as easy as you think. Hell has fully recovered.

Just, don't know is hell itself will or someone will pay high price money to invite them out.

Qin fan came to the city, inadvertently looked up, the next moment, how can not move his eyes.

On the tower, there was a body, which he knew came from an ancient dynasty, and this man was the emperor's son.

His body was paralyzed to the ground, turned into a pool of meat mud, and his head was taken away.

Some people dare to kill people in the city. It seems that this time is more complicated than they think.

In the sky, two law enforcers appeared, their faces were gloomy and their speed was very fast. They blocked the place.This time things are fermenting, and it will be known to all in a short time.

This is the hand of hell. Hell is announcing its coming back.

Qin fan did not act rashly. He settled down in the city. These days, he inquired and had a rest. This is just the beginning. As time goes by, another son was assassinated.

The horror is that the saint of yaochi is so strong that she is surrounded and intercepted by seven people in black. Finally, she makes a breakthrough in the battle.

To Qin fan's surprise, he heard the news of Qin Chengdao and was assassinated. Finally, he fled.

This is a big shuffle, some weak people will be eliminated, strong people will emerge.

Qin fan frowned slightly and smelled a different smell. Maybe it was a conspiracy.

Unfortunately, what can a small person change? On this day, he is ready to start.

For the sake of the demigod drug, we must also do it, not to mention the Revenge of that year.

After so many years, Qin fan has been waiting for years, and his own strength has finally grown up. It's time to calculate the account of that year.