Rise of Humanity

Zhong Yue's heart was slightly shaken, and she immediately thought that he had cut into the wind's body several times with the sun sword, cut in his head, and prepared to chop his Yuanshen, but was always blocked by some strange power, he thought it was windless The forbidden Yuanshen was so powerful that he resisted his solar sword.

During the battle, he had no time to look into it, and now Feng Wuji was chopped off his head and snatched in his hands, but he was still unable to cut into his head. This shows that it is not the powerful wind **** that is strong, but the wind that is not fearful. There's something weird in this head!

Zhong Yue was trying to put this head into the mysterious realm of the Yuan, and continued to chase the wind without fear, and suddenly there was an undue mental power fluctuation in the wind without fear.

"Is it Zhongshan? If you help my ancestors get out of trouble, I promise to give you huge wealth, endless benefits = pig = pig = island = novel ww.zhuzh, let you dominate the ancestor, become the **** ancestor! "

Zhong Yue froze slightly: "It seems to be the voice of the ancestor Xiaomang!"

That mental power fluctuation continued to seduce: "Zhongshan Family, rest assured, as long as you can help me out of difficulties, I will never let it go! Xiao Wuji is a fart? As long as I ascend, my filial piety will still be attributed to My Majesty, such a huge protoss for your instructions, plus my ancestor, is enough to let you rule the world and get the power of endless sacrifices! "

The wind had nowhere to go, and he could not see the trace. He was still extremely arrogant. He followed the rules and banned him all the way. He drove away from the storm and thunder, and it was difficult to find him.

Zhong Yue hesitated, stopped and looked at the skull.

"Is it the ancestor Xiaomang who is trapped in the sea of ​​wind and wind? No wonder he can block my sun sword. The ancestor Xiaomang does have this ability ... no, no, the ancestor Xiaomang was Stuck in the sea of ​​wind and wind, and even the ban he can trap, can naturally block my sword. "

Zhong Yue's eyes flickered. A mana and mental force poured into the sea of ​​wind and wind, exploring what was trapping Xiaomang's ancestor, and blocking his own sword.

Unexpectedly, his mana and mental power had just entered the sea of ​​wind and wind, and immediately disappeared like a mud cow into the sea, and was instantly refined.

Zhong Yue was startled, and was in this brief contact. He saw that the sea of ​​wind and fear was covered by countless golden totem runes, possessing terrible refining power and defense power, refining everything, preventing internal and external!

It is these runes that have prevented him from killing the wind-defying primitive gods, and trapping his ancestor Xiaomang!

"It seems that the ancestor Xiaomang was trapped in the sea of ​​wind and fearless knowledge, and was refined by the wind and fearlessness. It is no wonder that the cultivation of wind and fearlessness has advanced so rapidly."

Zhong Yue's heart was stunned, and he whispered, "It must be that after the ancestor Xiaomang was beheaded and killed, the body is still dead. He thought of regaining his house, but he was given the wind without fear. I calculated, trapped refining. The dog bites the dog and has a mouthful of hair, but the wind also gets great benefits, and the cultivation is greatly enhanced. Swordsmen. Take the initiative to challenge the gods of all races. "

After the gods couldn't bring him more pressure, he found the Blood God.

Among the gods. The God of Prestige is the weakest.

Although the majestic Blood God is strange and can be hidden in the space, there is no shadow to go, but his attack power is the weakest of the gods, as long as he cannot kill the wind without fear, the wind is not You can use him as a whetstone. Sharpen yourself constantly.

Now, the head that Zhong Yue cut off is the main head of Feng Wuji, the ancestor of Xiaomang is banned here.

"If so, wouldn't I have a second offering?"

Zhong Yue's eyes brightened. A smile was revealed: "The city of nature is the first offering, and the ancestors of Xiaomang can only be photographed in the second place. I just don't know whether the wind and the engulf have devoured the cultivation of this god's spirit as mana. It should not be much He can't digest much now and can only be stored in the sea of ​​knowledge. "

"Zhongshan Family, if you help me get out of trouble ..." The spiritual power of Xiaomang's ancestors came on and off.

"Where the baby from where the wind comes from, he can suppress the ancestors of filial piety in his own sea of ​​knowledge and refine, so that this **** of spirits has no chance to escape."

Zhong Yue was lost in thought, and he turned a deaf ear to Xiaomang's ancestor's call for help: "Is that the innate **** who taught him to follow the law? It is possible! It can only be such existence that can have such superb strength. "

The ancestor of Xiaomang continued to seduce: "As long as you help me to get out of trouble, I promise that my tribe of Xiaomang will never eat humans, not only that, I can also set rules with each tribe so that your tribe can get with my gods and demons The same status. From now on, your people will no longer be rations of all nations ... "

Zhong Yue raised her hand and shoved the windless head into her own mysterious realm. The corners of her eyes shook: "Rations? One hundred thousand years, my people have made the rations of the gods and demons for 100,000 years, right? Seal your families, and let you make rations too! "

The wind did not hesitate to express the law with the heavy restraint. Finally, Zhong Yue was thrown away. He went all the way west, across the snow-capped mountains, galloping, came to the sea, and turned north, into the dark area of ​​the Arctic. Breathed.

"Failed, still defeated."

He still has huge vitality and vitality in his body. He regenerates his head and grows a human head behind his face. His face is cloudy and sighing, and he sighs, "It ’s a bad idea to raise a tiger. I should n’t appreciate him then. He practiced so much that he lost today. Moreover, even his ancestor Xiaomang was taken away by him ... "

After a while, his face returned to normal, and soon his mood returned to normal.

"Zhongshan's really powerful, it's me who stabbed him. This time I stabbed him, and next time I won't! The head, I must take it back, take it from him in person! I continue in my body now The energy is enough for me to break through to the pure God of the Yuanshen. What I lack is just experience and understanding. "

The wind sacrifice the umbrella, stepped out of the darkness, and whispered: "If I am afraid of Zhong Shan's, hiding here, I am afraid that I will never be able to become a pure **** in this life. I must go out and continue to practice and challenge Those gods! "

On the blood sea in the distance, the nine lions and the blood gods fought desperately. The blood sea was so high that the blood gods appeared in ghosts, sometimes hidden in space, sometimes hidden in the sea of ​​blood. No matter how the big lion attacked, it could not be It hurt him half a point.

And Shi Yi has already been desperate, with nine eyebrows split open, revealing the eyes of nine Ming kings, cutting the space, the power is terrible.

The big lion's demon **** king tactic has been completed by Zhong Yue. The demon **** king fighter is famous for its mana and blood and domineering. After completion, there is no flaw in the Ming king tactic.

Zhong Yue digs out Long Yue's eyes for him, and Long Yue's eyes are made by Zhong Yue's painstaking efforts, and the sun and moon are made with pure yang and pure yin.

This is the case. The division is not easy to suffer from scaly wounds, roaring, exploding the sea of ​​blood, and leaving no wounds on the Blood God.

Instead, the sea of ​​blood shrouded and turned into a huge blood-colored oven, trapped in him and unable to escape.

This blood sea yin evil, blood gas infiltrated into his body, continuously cultivated his cultivation of qi and blood, into the sea of ​​blood. The majestic blood **** was intrigued again and again, and he continued to make surprise attacks.

If things go on like this, it will be difficult for the division to say that he can escape. If he continues to cultivate to decline, he will probably die in the sea of ​​blood and become a body in the sea of ​​blood.

"It would be great if Zhong Yue died, but he did not die!"

It is not easy for the division to cry in secret, and Zhong Yue will not die, and he cannot escape. He is now more capable than ever before. If he wanted to escape, the mighty **** of blood could not keep him, but he couldn't escape, otherwise Zhong Yue would become angry and let the Kun people eat his Yuanshen.

"Huh? This kid actually defeated Feng Wuji!"

It was difficult for the teacher to see Zhong Yue cut off the wind and fearless head, and she couldn't help but be shocked and happy. She was astonished that Zhong Yue's combat power was so amazing that he could do things that the majestic blood **** couldn't do. He liked Zhong Yue can finally come to help himself against the mighty blood god.

He is not an opponent of Majestic Blood God. If the two of them join forces, even if they are not, they are enough to protect themselves.

"What is this **** doing?"

It was not easy for the teacher to see that Zhong Yue was standing there in a daze, without any intention to come to help, and could not help but be frightened and angry, and a spit of blood was coming out.

This blood spewed out, and the mighty **** of blood emerged from the sea of ​​blood. He opened his mouth and drew the blood he squirted into his mouth. He laughed and said, "It's delicious blood. You're about to be a pure god, right? I'm from you In the blood, you have tasted the demon god. You are only half a step away from Yuanyang Chunyang. It must be the best! "

The division was not easy to fight. Nine heads couldn't help looking at Zhong Yue, but saw that Zhong Yue still didn't mean to help. He couldn't help but spit out blood again and was drunk directly by the mighty **** of blood.

He had been badly hit. Half of Qi Zhongyue didn't come to help, and half of the injuries were really serious.

"Does this **** really intend to let me fight against the mighty **** alone and break through to the pure **** of the Yuan god? This **** also believes in my strength too, right? I am about to be killed!"

It is not easy for the division to fight hard, but even if his eight-pole fierce soldier cuts the mighty blood **** ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the mighty blood **** will still stand out from the sea of ​​blood, unscathed, continue to fight, even at the peak.

It is not easy for the division to learn a lot from this battle, but the gods of the ghost **** tribe ca n’t be killed by any means, even if they are not injured!

"How else can I fight?"

It was not easy for the teacher to growl suddenly, and shouted, "Master, Master Zhong, I can't hold on!"

Zhong Yue heard the words, raised her head, and smiled, "Mo Pan, I'm thinking about a matter that matters, and you will support it for a while."

The sea of ​​blood set off a violent wind, and it was not easy to slap the division fiercely. The division was not easy to resist. The **** of blood was hidden in the sea of ​​blood, and took the opportunity to bang in his back, then disappeared.

The next moment, the Blood God appeared at his feet, pulling him into the sea of ​​blood. The teacher is not easy to be wounded, vomiting blood, breaking through the sea of ​​blood, yelling, "How long do you want to think?"

Zhongyue took out the copper lamp, unscrewed the lamp cover, and laughed: "I have figured out a way to crack the God of Prestige. Let me help you to surrender this ghost and god!" (To be continued.)