God Emperor

Five silver claws, one foot long, emitted five sharp power fluctuations that were about to tear Zhang Ruochen's body into pieces.

There was a "bang" sound.

Zhang Ruochen still sat cross-legged on the spot, but Feng Han flew backwards. Even the five silver claws were broken, and his palms were dripping with blood.

At some point, a burly man appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen, wearing a black armor. He stood on the ground with a strong look, exuding a strong murderous aura.

It was his action that broke Feng Han's five claws and sent Feng Han flying out.

Feng Han flew over ten feet away, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He glanced at the man standing in front of Zhang Ruochen, and his face turned a little pale, "Elder brother..."

The heroic man wearing black armor is the eldest disciple of Sword Master Xuanji, Saint Qingxiao.

Huang Yanchen told Saint Qingxiao the truth, and Saint Qingxiao followed the traces left by Zhang Ruochen and quickly chased after him. Fortunately, we arrived in time, otherwise, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Saint Qingxiao's eyes were like two rays of lightning, staring at the four silver wings on Feng Han's back. He suddenly felt a surge of anger and said, "Seventh Junior Sister told me that Master's death has nothing to do with you. I didn’t want to believe it at first. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, how would I know that you were an immortal vampire? Where’s the master’s body?”

Feng Han kept backing up and said with a smile: "If you want to know where Master's body is, you can ask Sixth Junior Brother, he should know."

Saint Qingxiao had a puzzled look in his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhang Ruochen who was not far away.

That's it.

Feng Han seized the opportunity, unfolded the four silver wings on his back, turned into a silver light shuttle, and flew away into the sky.

"Still trying to escape."

Saint Qingxiao did not take action, but with a thought, all the spiritual energy within a radius of 500 miles was drained by him, gathered together, and formed a large handprint more than 100 meters long in the sky.

"Bang!"

The big hand seal suddenly struck down, hitting Feng Han's body, knocking Feng Han down from mid-air and driving him into the ground.

Feng Han hit the ground, all the skin on his body burst, and he let out a low scream.

Saint Qingxiao rushed over, lifted Feng Han up from the ground, slapped him in the face with a slap, shattering his left cheekbone, and said angrily: "What on earth are you doing?" Who? Did you kill Master?"

Feng Han put his hands on the ground, his mouth was bleeding continuously, and he laughed with disheveled hair: "Then why are you angry? Everyone is going to die, it's just the difference between dying early and dying late."

"The reason why you are not dead yet is because I still remember the old brotherhood and have some illusions about you. If my second brother were here, I would have torn you apart long ago." Saint Qingxiao said .

Feng Han looked very calm, smiled and said: "Yes, Xuanji Sword Master was indeed killed by me. Haha, with my level, I can kill a Sword Master. Such a great achievement, even if I die today, Here, he is also a hero of the Immortal Vampire Clan...Pfft..."

Saint Qingxiao slapped Feng Han out again with even greater force, sending Feng Han flying out like a dead dog and falling dozens of feet away.

Feng Han's face had become bloody and bloody, and his neck was extremely twisted, almost turned behind him.

Zhang Ruochen's injuries had been half recovered. He stood up slowly, released his mental power, and quickly found the location where the Taotian Sword was left.

He stretched out his palm, and huge sword intent surged out from his fingertips.

"Wow!"

Drawn by the sword's intention, the Taotian Sword dragged out a white sword light, flew over from the night, and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

Zhang Ruochen carried the Taotian Sword and walked to Saint Qingxiao. He stared at Feng Han lying on the ground and said, "This man is the sixth prince of the Immortal Blood Clan. When he was very young, he was lurking in the master's house." Around me. Before the decisive battle with the Nine Nether Sword Saint, the master drank the Pluto blood poison he sent, so he died under the sword of the Nine Nether Sword Saint."

"This traitor who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors."

In the heart of Saint Qingxiao, the last illusion about Feng Han was shattered. His hands kept shaking as he walked towards Feng Han, preparing to clean up the door.

Suddenly, a huge stream of blood emerged from the ground.

On the ground, stripes of scarlet blood appeared, like blood veins growing from the earth, surging crazily, completely covering Feng Han's body.

Bloody lines completely covered the earth with a radius of hundreds of miles, and one could even hear deafening sounds coming from the ground, as if the earth had grown a heart and was beating "bang bang".

"Is it the saint of the immortal vampire clan who is coming?" Zhang Ruochen had an ominous premonition.

Saint Qingxiao's eyes darkened slightly, and he stopped and did not rush forward to kill Feng Han rashly. Because, he clearly sensed that an immortal vampire saint was hiding underground.

"Boom."

On the ground, thousands of blood lines piled up together, condensing into a huge fist seal, and bombarded the Qingxiao Saint.

Saint Qingxiao's arms swung forward and immediately shattered the blood-red fist marks into pieces, turning them into pieces of gravel and falling to the ground.

"Who?" Saint Qingxiao shouted coldly.

"The Immortal Vampire Clan, the Earth Blood Saint."

Deep underground, a hoarse laughter sounded.

The sound seemed extremely weird, giving people a sinister feeling, like a demonic sound coming from hell.

Saint Qingxiao's eyes turned cold, and he fired out a blast of holy energy, which first swept Zhang Ruochen into the air. Then, he also took off, mobilized the holy energy in his body, gathered it towards the sole of his foot, and stepped down suddenly.

"Boom!"

Centered on the soles of Saint Qingxiao's feet, a powerful force spread out in all directions.

The bloody lines broke inch by inch, exploded and turned into blood, turning the soil within a hundred miles into blood and soil.

Deep underground, a dull sound sounded.

The next moment, Earth Blood Saint held Feng Han in his arms, flew up from the ground, and stopped in mid-air a hundred feet above the ground. On the back of the Earth Blood Saint, there is a pair of huge blood wings, like two blood clouds, hanging in the air, flapping gently.

Every time it was fanned, a strong fishy wind blew out.

On the ground, because of Saint Qingxiao's kick, there was no grass growing for hundreds of miles. The jungles, hills, and rivers on the ground were all torn apart, which looked particularly shocking.

Only a saint has such tyrannical power. With just one foot, he can crush mountains and rivers.

"As expected of a figure who can compete with the five people in the "Heroes Endowment", Saint Qingxiao's strength is somewhat beyond my expectations."

The voice of the Earth Blood Saint is very hoarse, but it contains extremely strong holy power. Every word spoken, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will violently vibrate.

Saint Qingxiao has been fighting on the battlefield of the Ruins Realm all year round, so he has naturally cultivated a strong murderous aura. He said: "Are you saving people, or are you here to die?"

"Tonight, the entire Eastern Region will overturn. No matter how strong your cultivation is, Saint Qingxiao, you will not be able to defeat the general trend." Earth Blood Saint said.

Saint Qingxiao said: "I don't understand, what are you talking about?"

"Haha! Soon, you will understand."

The Earth Blood Saint was wearing a black robe, standing in mid-air, with a blood-red gas cloud under his feet. The strong blood gas reflected most of the sky in red.

The scene in front of him was extremely strange, as if he had returned to the ancient era of gods and demons. The God of War and the Demon King were confronting each other, and a world-destroying battle would break out at any time.

Zhang Ruochen noticed something, raised his head, and looked higher into the sky. He saw that the moon hanging in the sky turned scarlet.

In the center of the moon, there is a figure standing, also with wings.

However, the man flew too high and was too far away from the ground, so looking up from Zhang Ruochen's position, he could only see a small black dot the size of a sesame seed.

Saint Qingxiao obviously noticed the figure in the moon, glanced upward, and snorted coldly: "How many strong men are there in the Immortal Vampire Clan? If they all come out, if you want to fight, then fight till the earth turns upside down, if you want to kill, just kill them all." ”

"The Immortal Vampire Clan, the Heavenly Blood Saint."

A misty voice came from the moon.

Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction of the moon again, only to find that the figure in the moon had disappeared.

The next moment, the Heavenly Blood Saint had appeared above the Qingxiao Saint's head. After unfolding a pair of blood wings, they were more than a hundred meters long and covered with palm-sized scales.

"Leiyin Tianzhong."

In the hands of the Heavenly Blood Saint, a thick piece of blood appeared, and in the blood, there was a three-inch-high purple bell suspended. There are electric patterns that shuttle around the small purple clock.

"The Thunder Sound Celestial Bell is the treasure of the Thunder Sound Sect. It is controlled by Saint Thunder Sound. How could it fall into your hands?" Saint Qingxiao said solemnly.

The Heavenly Blood Saint laughed: "The Thunder Sound Sect has been wiped out by this Saint, and the Holy Blood of the Thunder Sound Saint has been sucked dry by this Saint. Naturally, the Thunder Sound Celestial Bell on the "Thousand Marks Sacred Artifact Spectrum" has also been wiped out by this Saint. Fall into the hands of this saint.”

The Heavenly Blood Saint stopped talking and began to activate the Thunder Sound Celestial Bell with all his strength.

The small purple bell quickly rotated and became larger and larger, one foot high, ten feet high... and finally, it turned into a seventy-two-foot-tall bell. The huge bell covered half of the sky. The aura emanating from the bell body makes people feel suffocated.

As long as the Thunder Sky Bell rotates once, there will be a deafening thunder, making the whole world tremble. The powerful sound waves condensed into the form of fist seals and attacked the Qingxiao Saint below.

At the same time, there were dense lightnings that gathered together, pouring down like a waterfall and landing on the top of Qingxiao Semi-Saint's head.

Saint Qingxiao was calm and composed, like a god of war standing tall on the sky and the earth. He formed a seal with both palms and shouted: "Pan Kong Seal."

Both palms hit the sky, and a circle of blue energy ripples rushed out quickly.

In the center of the energy ripples, two huge palms appeared, sending the Thunder Sound Celestial Bell and the Heavenly Blood Saint flying out at the same time. The Heavenly Blood Saint suffered a certain degree of trauma and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Although the power of the Thunder Sky Bell is powerful, your strength is too weak and vulnerable."

The long hair on Qingxiao Saint's head stood completely upside down, and the surging fighting spirit on his body condensed into a black war cloud. He once again attacked the Heavenly Blood Saint, and cast a holy magic-level seal.