"Originally, I wanted to wait for the destiny to form, and then I would meet you sons," Xue Zeyuan chuckled lightly.

"But you can try it now. I have heard your prestige for a long time."

"So much nonsense," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

This blood Zeyuan is not even as good as Kunlun, except for the early stage of the Divine Vein.

It is estimated that after the formation of Destiny, with the help of Emperor Xianmen, they can also enter the pinnacle of the peak and grab the Destiny.

With a big wave of Xu Zimo's big hand, the majestic and condensed big hand directly killed Xuezeyuan.

Xue Zeyuan slightly focused, and saw him slowly holding the mace in his hand.

The mace glowed with heavenly blood.

Blood light shone around, colliding with Xu Zimo's big hand.

Just a moment of effort, the **** light was suppressed, and the big hand continued to fall.

Xue Zeyuan was slightly surprised, and quickly hid in the air to hide.

He looked at Xu Zimo a little solemnly, his mace waving again.

At this moment, I saw blood lines around his mace.

These bloodlines are invisible and qualityless, as if they exist as nothingness.

Went around from all around and wrapped Xu Zimo around him.

"Blood rod breaks sin," Xue Zeyuan yelled angrily.

The mace in his hand was boundlessly powerful, and the barbs on it suddenly grew one by one.

He drove towards Xu Zimo heavily.

At the same time, the red thread wrapped around Xu Zimo's body also became irritable instantly.

The red lines seemed to be lost, bringing Xu Zimo's sight into the **** hell.

"Dual soul and physical attack?" Xu Zimo chuckled.

This type of attack is still rare, or very rare.

Thunder flashed in his eyes.

The punishment of God's punishment suddenly opened, and thunder and tangle entangled in it.

Thunder struck, and tore the **** **** in front of him, Xu Zimo opened his eyes, and saw that the powerful mace was close at hand.

He slowly raised his right hand, holding the mace just as easily.

Regardless of how Ze Zeyuan exerts his power, it will not help.

Xu Zimo's hands were slightly tightened, and he only heard a "bang" sound, and he did not know what kind of material the mace actually turned into powder.

Xu Zimo's left palm also hit Xue Zeyuan's abdomen.

Only with the sound of "Boom", a blood mist drifted, and Xue Zeyuan's body flew out heavily.

Heavy rain drowned Xue Zeyuan's body on the ground completely.

Xu Zimo's eyes looked flat, he felt that the other party had not died, because his real life had not yet come out.

At the next moment, in the burial of heavy rain, a red airflow slowly drifted out of Xue Zeyuan's body.

This **** stream of air shone down, growing more and more majestic.

Then it condensed into the shape of a **** skull.

The skull opened wide, and countless black air flew out of his mouth, as well as his nose and mouth.

These black qi condensed into a stern face.

The faces of various colors include the elderly, children, women ...

These people turned out to be all those killed before Xue Zeyuan.

Dense and dense, with more and more black gas, I am afraid that there are tens of millions of people.

A burst of laughter suddenly sounded from the rainstorm.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Zeyuan struggled to get up from the mud.

He was covered with blood, and his abdomen was severely dented because of Xu Zimo's palm.

But he still stood up swayingly, laughing.

The blood seemed to die out of my mouth.

The whole body was dripping with blood, just like a blood man.

"Happy, really happy," Xue Zeyuan laughed.

As the blood mist became thicker and thicker, the power around him became stronger and stronger.

"It's been a long time since I've felt pain," he smirked.

The blood around him permeated the entire courtyard, and the main palace seemed to be shrouded in it.

That **** skull should be his life.

Skulls were suspended in mid-air, and countless innocent souls lingered around.

"I heard that your blood meditation practice has hurt heaven and earth, but I didn't expect it to be so cruel," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

"People who have already died have to detain the soul, not willing to let it go."

"Succeeding the king and defeating the enemy, the weak are nothing but fish on the cutting board," Xue Zeyuan laughed.

"Why? Are you scared?

Don't worry, you will become one of them later. "

"Do you really think you can win?" Xu Zimo chuckled.

"Chongyin is against the ghost method," Xue Zeyuan yelled angrily.

I saw that the countless remnant souls engulfed each other and killed each other. In the blink of an eye, only the last remnant soul remained.

This remnant soul is the most essence, it has swallowed other souls and become the most powerful one.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the skull on the top of Xue Zeyuan's head wide open, directly swallowing this last remnant soul.

The moment he swallowed it in, the skull was soaring.

Blood mist gradually rose around, covering the entire city's main palace.

There was a creepy scream in these blood mists.

One, two, three countless walking corpses came out of the blood mist.

Some of the city's main family members were undetected and were torn in half by these walking dead.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly, and with a knife, the walking corpses shattered.

But they seem to be immortal, even if only one head is left, they can still attack autonomously.

As more and more walking corpses appeared, they seemed to be endless and could not be killed.

"What should I do, Son," Feng Tianhe said anxiously.

"We are lost inside. If we continue this way, we may be destroyed."

Xu Zimo raised his head slightly. It does not look like a formation method here, but it seems to have a certain pattern.

"You are exhausted in my endless blood prison," a large laugh came from the mist.

Laughter was everywhere, and it was impossible to tell where the source was.

"It's kind of interesting," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

He closed his eyes and used the soul to spread out.

However, in the picture returned by the soul, all the blood was red, as if it was endless.

"No matter what this is, in the face of absolute power, it is not in vain."

Xu Zimo shook his head ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ He slowly pulled out the Ba Ying, and the air of the sword lingered in the air.

Behind the ancient Canglong circled behind, this is the seventh change of the God of War nine changes.

Immediately after the Canglong began to transform, there was nothing behind him.

A bluestone paved step, with a misty, dusty momentum.

"Qing Yun Ba Chang," accompanied Xu Zimo to slap Ba Ying down.

Asked about the sixteen types of funeral days also appeared.

A sky-striking sword burst out, destroying the entire Hengyu.

The **** mist was torn apart, and the space was turbulent.

The phantom of the skull appeared in it.

Please remember the first domain name of this book :. 4Fiction website mobile version reading URL: