Beastmaster of the Ages

boom!

The purple-red and white-gold war shadows surged and collided on the banquet table, and the sound of giant beasts colliding erupted, shaking the sky and the earth!

It is obvious that this battle is like an enhanced version of the battle of Princess Zi Zhen Mo. The scene, conflict, combat power shock and other levels have been upgraded.

And the same thing is that that purple-red figure is not at a disadvantage at all in this close combat confrontation, and even becomes stronger with the more confrontation!

"You are one level behind, but you are fighting like this with the Supreme Holy Blood Clan of Ghosts and Gods. Is this called the Purple Blood Clan?"

Zi Zhen was so violent that not to mention other people, including the Zixue clan members who were vassalized under the An clan, were dizzy for a moment and couldn't believe their eyes at all.

"Her opponent is number one on the Xuanting ancient list! Today's seventeenth prince..."

The fierce figures constantly charging at the banquet made it difficult for people to connect her with the little girl before, more like the ancient purple-blooded evil demon!

With such a fighting situation, the ghosts and gods of the Xuanting Imperial Clan, no matter strong or weak, old or young, all tightened their heartstrings!

It can be said that Prince Zang is Xuanting's greatest hope. This orthodox hope is higher than Ye Yichen and Li Tianming. His battle has touched the hearts of countless Xuanting ghosts and gods!

And ghosts and gods are the mainstream of Xuanting!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Starting from some of the royal holy blood clan, this uniform and murderous roar suddenly rolled up, shook the sky, formed a wave of aura suppression, and suppressed the purple blood shadow in the sky.

Their roars will naturally have an invisible impact on the battle of Zi Zhen.

However, the purple-blooded demon on the banquet table, with the blood-red eyes in her eyes, only glanced at the other heroes indifferently. In the next moment, she focused all her explosive energy on her opponent!

"Holy Blood Ghost?"

Zi Zhen's eyes with three eyes and nine pupils were locked on Prince Shiroganezang, and a flash of contempt flashed through them.

This is the pride of her rebirth as a rebel.

Proud, this kind of pride may not be as intuitive as the city lord of the eternal world, but it still exists!

As her realm Biao Fei 'recovers', this cold and arrogant temperament when facing ghosts and gods will only become stronger.

boom!

Zi Zhen's eight blade-like arms are arranged in front of him like a Bagua roulette wheel. The eight blades combine to form an array, and the surging purple ghost power swarms out and gathers on these eight blades!

Boom boom boom!

On the eight killing arms, magical power emerged. As the second most lethal power of ghosts and gods, the natal magical power has always been very destructive.

Eight Blades Prison!

Zi Zhen's magical power is a magical power that combines physical combat methods, not a purely attribute magical power like Yinghuo's... This is also one of her personal characteristics!

In an instant, the Eight Swords Prison was completed!

A kind of purple thunder flame suddenly burned on its eight blades. The electric snakes and flames were entangled together, making the eight blades seem to expand several times, as if they were blessed by eight death hells, creating a star-like effect!

This is an enhanced magical power!

The Eight Swords Prison was completed. At this moment, Zi Zhen's eight arms were spread out, like a wheel of swords surrounding him. The intensity was soaring visible to the naked eye!

"Strengthen your magical powers!"

For a moment, there were shouts of shock from the ghosts and gods in Xuanting, and the knowledgeable people were obviously shocked.

And in this shock, an ominous emotion suddenly began to brew!

"I remember that among ghosts and gods, those who have awakened and strengthened their supernatural powers are basically ghosts and gods who are over 100,000 years old! There are very few young people!" An Ning also looked at Li Tianming in shock.

His eyes were filled with brilliance.

It can be seen that she loves Zi

Zhen, I like it more and more...

Li Tianming was not very surprised. To him, no matter what methods were used by real monsters like Zi Zhen and Jiang Feiling, he thought it was reasonable!

"As soon as the Eight Swords Prison comes out, the winner will be determined."

Obviously, the only thing that makes Prince Nazang better than Princess Mo is that he is one level higher. The rest are pretty much the same!

When Zi Zhen advanced to one level and displayed this obvious eight-way enhanced magical power, the duel between these two geniuses, ghosts and gods, instantly transformed from a divided court to a one-sided one!

Boom boom boom!

I saw the purple figure on the banquet table, one sword after another, and the sword burst into a purple thunder and fire storm, as if it had its own normal attack special effects. Wave after wave, the sword destroyed the world, forcing Nazang to The prince scurried away with his head in his arms!

"How can you be so strong?!"

Prince Zang was completely confused.

In terms of dignity and belief, he simply cannot afford to lose. He knows that this defeat may be a devastating blow to the confidence of him and the ghosts and gods of the Xuanting Imperial Clan!

But in reality, he couldn't stand it at all!

The mere purple-blood clan opposite him was the most terrifying opponent of ghosts and gods of his own age that he had ever encountered!

As Xuanting's No. 1 Ghost Holy Blood, there is no way he could have any competitors among his peers...

Under such torn emotions, his whole body was in a state of twisting, exploding, and bleeding. He tried to grit his teeth and resist, but Zi Zhen didn't give him a chance. Each blow was even more cruel than the next one!

Buzz!

This scene of suppression, even before it ended, the whole place erupted into thunderous noises!

Taking down An Tianyi was Zi Zhen's debut battle. People at that time could not have imagined that she would kill the first and second princes and princesses on the Xuanting ancient list!

Capture Princess Jasmine, rise up in one battle, and become famous everywhere!

Suppressing Prince Zang at this moment is a battle to become a god. In a real sense, he has stolen the limelight of Ye Yichen and Li Tianming, directly stepping on the two prides of the ghosts and gods of the Xuanting Imperial Clan, and even slapping Concubine Dao Yin and others wildly. Face, declare on the spot who is the number one among ghosts and gods!

Boom!

After this set of combos, Prince Zang's body of the Heavenly God of Heaven was shattered, and the Heavenly God fell inward. Zi Zhen's humanoid body was torn into pieces on the spot, and the fragments of the Heavenly God were splashed away, and the blood of the stars was spilled. land!

With such an injury, he was almost knocked out of the universe god's origin, and naturally lost most of his combat power.

There is no doubt that Prince Zang is defeated!

This scene is visible to all, and the dust has settled.

boom!

When Prince Zang flew out in panic, helpless, and heartbroken, Zi Zhen fell from the sky and landed with a crash... In this process, she was transformed from the purple-blooded demon, the smoke and dust cleared, and with a roll of purple short skirt, she landed as a secluded and ascetic girl. The contrasting temperament between cuteness and sinisterness made the millions of elders, strong men and geniuses in the audience speechless!

"No. 1 on the Xuanting ancient list, defeated, stopped in the top eight..."

"We lost to the Tomb of Gods Cult as a replacement dark horse."

"The most uncomfortable thing is that the Holy Blood Clan lost to the Purple Blood Clan, which they regard as cheap blood!"

"To put it bluntly, with this defeat, the ghosts and gods of the Imperial Clan will lose their face!"

"That hidden concubine is going to be quite uncomfortable."

People from the Ye Clan, Xiao Clan, An Clan and other Imperial Clan, as well as many people from the Royal Clan and the Ancient Clan, young and old, all looked in the direction of the ghosts and gods of the Imperial Clan with strange expressions on their faces.

A huge uproar was rising on the rooftop of the God Emperor.

"Brother Seventeen!"

Princess Mo watched this scene helplessly and was so angry that she almost bit her tongue.