The scorching sun is high, but it is difficult to melt the blood lingering under Wangnan Peak.
The vast mountain forest, the jagged rocks standing tall, and there is no powerful and ferocious energy, but it still makes everyone feel chilly and frightened.
Martial arts is the evolution of life, and it is also a way to plunder foreign objects to enrich one's body.
Even a warrior in the Shenzang realm can see clearly as if he is close at hand from a few miles away.
However, in the eyes of many people, where the alien species is entrenched, there are several figures covered in mist, and it is difficult to distinguish the figures no matter how hard they look.
Huhuhu In a daze, the mountain wind roared, making all the warriors feel chilly, as if they were caught in a cold wave.
Only then did they realize that cold sweat was flowing on their bodies.
"If you want us to die, just look at how many people from the human race will fill in."
The sound of the rolling sea of blood sounded, and there was a roaring wave in the hearts of the surrounding warriors.
The strong ones in the Soul-Taking Realm had already developed spiritual consciousness, and could integrate their consciousness into the world and construct their own thoughts.
This would naturally affect the minds of the warriors.
A cold voice sounded, and the figures of three vampires gathered together.
The rich blood energy surrounded them and turned into a blood cave, as if they wanted to swallow up everything around them.
The eyes of the three people looked at the human warriors around them.
The murderous intent condensed into reality, as if they were going to strangle all the humans in the next moment.
In addition to the murderous intent, there was also a kind of hatred in the blood-colored pupils.
In front of the three people, a figure that looked like a vampire boy stood up, with pale golden scales and wings exuding sharp edges.
He held a long blood-colored rope in his hand.
If you look closely, it looks like a river of blood, with dancing ghosts and white bones. dense.
"Come forward who considers himself my opponent."
The vampire boy stepped forward, and the long blood-colored rope in his hand turned into a blood python.
It twisted and vomited blood.
He pointed in the direction of the human race, and the blood energy swirled around and turned into a rich blood river.
"Remnant of the vampire clan, why are you so arrogant?
I will kill you."
Faced with the provocation of the vampire boy, there were loud shouts immediately, and a human boy roared out, his whole body seemed to be ignited with red flames, and the sound of dragons and tigers roaring through the mountains and forests, towards the vampire boy.
The blood energy surrounding the young man's body was astonishing, and the scorching flames sent out waves of blazing ripples in the void, turning the surrounding vegetation into ashes.
The Shenzang behind was opened, and the furnaces like fire caves were burning with blazing flames, and there was a vague dragon shadow roaring and rolling in the flames.
This man Qing Yanghuan and Jin Wei still knew each other, Huo Qianqiu of the Fire Dragon Division, who had been defeated by Jin Wei before.
However, the Huo Qianqiu at this moment is no longer the same.
The Flame Divine Treasure is like an erupting volcano, flowing with hot molten lava.
Wherever the sparks splash, the earth is pitch black.
"kill" The raging flames illuminated the void, like a few sparks rising in the air, setting off a flame frenzy on the spot.
Huo Qianqiu's strike was like the blazing sun in the sky, hot and overbearing, as if it was going to evaporate the vampires.
"The Blood Sea Clan's great pain begins with you."
Facing this blow, two killing lights burst out from the vampire boy's eyes, and the long blood-colored rope in his hand was directly knocked out by him, and it roared out faster than lightning, as if it was about to tear open the void.
"ah" The next moment, Huo Qianqiu screamed miserably, and the long blood-colored rope pierced through his coiled flames and hit his chest directly.
The blood energy exploded and blood gurgled.
"Qianqiu" Suddenly the old man screamed, and the surrounding warriors also changed their expressions.
Among the many young people gathered, Huo Qianqian was not considered weak, but he still did not catch the vampire boy's blow.
Not open.
In the blink of an eye, Huo Qianqiu’s blood and bones piled up, forming a river of blood.
Some human warriors looked at each other with ugly expressions.
They injured a young man and stopped some people who wanted to take action.
"I'll come" But the next moment, there was another shout, with a deep beast's roar, and a tiger and wolf with dark blood scales stepped out, and the fierce aura overflowed.
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"Yuanhong" "It's Yuan Hong" In an instant, many human warriors recognized the young man's identity and even shouted.
"These are the descendants of ancient kings."
"It's a pity that even if he is a king who controls the world, his bloodline will eventually dry up."
Hearing the sighs of the warriors around him, Qingyang Huan also remembered.
He also knew a little about some ancient tribes and inheritances in the Lashan ancient land.
Two thousand years ago, a powerful man appeared in the ancient land of Lashan, and he was crowned king between heaven and earth.
He was so majestic that he could be said to be like the blazing sun.
His light enveloped the entire land of Yaoshan, and he was revered as King Yuan.
King Yuan walked out of the ancient land of Lashan and set foot all the way to Mount Yao, and even went to Tianguan, the frontier of the human race's land boundary, to resist the alien races.
However, the human race's border gate is the first line of defense for the human race.
The dangers can be imagined.
Even though he is the king who controls the world, he still bleeds at the border gate.
The remains of the king's body are sent back to Lashan by the soldiers protecting the clan at the border gate.
Buried in the northeast of Lashan Mountain.
This young man is the descendant of the former king, but it seems that God has played a big joke on this lineage.
The power of the king is enough to penetrate the world, and it can naturally be passed on to the descendants of the descendants.
Generally speaking, it can be inherited for five generations.
However, King Yuan's The bloodline was passed down for only one generation before it was completely exhausted, and it no longer had that tyrannical majesty.
In total, Yuan Hong is the bloodline of the fifth generation of kings.
It is supposed that the last bloodline of kings will naturally flow through him.
However, it is a pity that this blessing did not come to pass.
It's not that the king's blood can only benefit five generations.
Even after five generations, there is still the possibility of the blood returning to the ancestors.
The descendants of kings, even if they no longer have the inheritance of blood, can still stand above tigers and wolves.
The body under the beast robe shows a kind of bronze color, exuding vigorous blood, and still stands upright like a spear.
His eyes are fixed on The vampire boy.
"kill" Without saying too many words, the tigers and wolves under Yuan Hong burst out with evil energy and charged towards the vampire boy.
Their bronze arms stretched like veins like dragons, and their fists punched through, like a mountain pushing away.
The long blood-colored rope in the hands of the same vampire boy struck out again, this time turning into a blood-colored python.
He opened his big mouth to swallow Yuan Hong's fist.
However, Yuan Hong allowed the blood python to swallow his fist, and the next moment the place where the two met burst out with blazing light and roared.
Violent power burst out, and the blood python was completely shattered.
The vampire boy fell back several feet, and the tiger and wolf under Yuan Hong's feet directly hit him, opening his bloody mouth, and the gurgling smelly gas escaped.
"Boundless Sea of Blood"
The blow was repulsed, and the vampire boy's eyes flashed fiercely.
In an instant, the blood reservoir behind his back opened, and the gurgling blood flowed directly into his body like a river falling from the sky.
All the blood flowed into the long bloody rope in his hand.
"This is a bone soldier."
Watching the fight between the two sides, Qingyang Huan's eyes flashed with light.
Although all the races in the wilderness were cultivating the divine treasure, the situation of each race and even each warrior was different.
Not everyone would fill the divine treasure as an attack.
Just like this vampire boy, his blood store is pure and full of blood, and then comes the bone weapon in his hands: