The Spirit of God Million Domain

Chapter 1748 Three Drops of Emperor's Blood

Liu Biao did not entangle with Tu Jingang, but quickly rushed out toward the tomb of the ancient emperor.

However, Xian Yu and others also rushed out toward the ancient tomb.

Almost, in the moment when the ancient tomb was opened, everyone rushed out crazy.

Each one is like the excitement of eating chicken blood.

You must know that this ancient tomb is very likely to be a super strong person, and it is very likely that it has been the strongest of the Emperor.

Who can not be tempted?

If you get the inheritance of such a powerful Emperor, then you will be able to stand in the southern continent and become a member of the ranks of the top mainlanders.

"Master, let's go in."

Yao Kyushu and Tu Jingang stood together, and both of them went out to the tomb of the ancient emperor.

Xu Feng was mixed in the crowd, and he followed the pace of everyone and marched forward together.

Oh...

As the wind blew, Xu Feng felt that he was disappearing outside, and his body appeared in an unfamiliar environment.

He looked at the sky in front of him, the gray sky, and he looked a little depressed. He looked around and seemed to have many people sent him with him.

However, those people around him have disappeared.

It seems that this ancient tomb is also randomly transmitted.

Xu Feng glanced at the surrounding environment. He suddenly heard the noise of the noisy screaming in front of him. He stepped away and disappeared.

"A strong and strong breath."

Xu Feng's face changed slightly, his eyes stared into the distance, where there was the blood of the three brothers.

The blood of this powerful Emperor is more powerful than the one that was previously captured by Ao Qing. The blood of this spirit is actually fighting the people who want to grab it.

Whistling...

The power of the horrible Spiritual Emperor exudes, and some of the martial artists who are the peaks of the nine spirits are directly suppressed by the suppression.

The three drops of Emperor's blood constantly swaying, seemingly incomparably cheerful, and the people around them are desperately attacking the spirit of the Emperor.

"Get out of the way, this drop of the Emperor's blood is mine." A roar came, a half-step old Emperor, his eyes are crazy.

I saw that the spiritual power of his whole body was surging, and the whole person was attacking wildly, and his hands were carrying devastating waves.

Suddenly, many people around him flew out directly, and his old body appeared in front of the blood of the Emperor.

"Who? Who dares to take the blood of my spirit?" The old man screamed, only because the spirit of the Emperor in front disappeared.

His gaze suddenly fell on the opposite side. It was a young man in a rag, and his hand was holding the drops of blood.

"It's really good blood. If I can refine these three drops of Emperor's blood, then my cultivation will be a huge improvement."

Xu Feng’s face was full of excitement. He did not expect to have just entered the ancient tomb of the ancient emperor, and he got such a chance.

"Kids, if you know each other, quickly hand over the spirit of the Emperor, otherwise, I want your life." The old man stared at Xu Feng's way.

Xu Feng looked at the half-step old Emperor of the opposite side. He slowly said: "It is not easy for you to cultivate to the half-step spirit. You should not come to death. How far is it to go? Otherwise, the death is you."

"Ha ha ha... You said that you are ridiculous, this kid is not crazy, but he is a master of eight spirits and wants to kill me."

"The Eight Spirits respects and dares to threaten me like this. You really don't know how strong the half-step spirit is, I will let you suffer."

Said, the old man's half-step spirit of the emperor's breath emerged, his body of half-step water broke out, the void is like a river that condenses into a strip.

"That kid really doesn't know the height of the sky, for the sake of a drop of the Emperor's blood, pay the price of life." The next person looked at Xu Feng and the half-step Lingdi, they could not help but sigh.

Some of the people who had just lost the blood of this Emperor’s blood have also shook their heads and said: “You still have to be self-aware, so you don’t know how high and thick, how did he live to the present?”

Many people looked at Xu Feng and felt that Xu Feng was too conceited.

"Kids, I heard no, they seem to be persuading you, and quickly surrender to death." The old man of the half-step Emperor had a mocking smile.

Xu Feng heard the words, suddenly with a disdainful color on his face, said: "I don't know that the dead and the dead are you, since you don't know how to be good. I will fulfill you and want to die."

After that, Xu Feng’s violent killings suddenly filled his mouth and saw his hands condense into a huge fist.

The crazy fist slammed out and suddenly the huge fist became like a mountain, terrible.

The **** fist directly tears the void, causing the wind to blow.

The old man looked at Xu Feng and dared to take the initiative. He suddenly took a disdain and sneered, saying: "Boy, who gave you the courage, dare to take the initiative to shoot me?"

The voice of the old man sounded, his hands were dry and the palms became the general existence of the sharp blade, and the river was also fluctuating.

Suddenly, the sharp blade turned into a huge river, falling toward Xu Fengyu, and the river seemed to be able to destroy everything.

"Dead!"

The voice of the old man sounded, but the smile on his face came to an abrupt moment, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Oh la la...

It was only because of the collapse of the condensed river that was born, and the innumerable liquids were broken in all directions.

However, the blood-red fist on Xu Feng opposite is even more unstoppable. The punch came from the attack of the old man's body.

The old man’s eyes were shocked, only because he felt very clear, and the killing atmosphere of the other side was the field of killing.

"No...Impossible...how it is possible, you are just an eight-pronged retreat, and even condensed the perfect first-day killing field."

The voice of the old man was horrified, but it was a death that was greeted by death. The blood-red fist slammed on his body.

Suddenly, the old man’s body flew out like a broken kite, flying an arc in the air.

With a bang, his body fell to the ground, and suddenly the scene became silent, and everyone’s eyes were shocked.

They all feel that they have become difficult to breathe. What kind of monster is this, it is able to refine the eight spirits, and kill one-step spirits with one punch.

This kind of strength is too horrible, right?

At this time, it seems that some people finally think of something. They think of a rumor about a person, but is that person not dead?

(End of this chapter)