The human soul and physical body are both virtual and real, and it is easy to change the physical form, but in the cognition of the bald man, those who can change the soul breath in the innate stage are all using the legendary immortal mysticism. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Thinking of this, the bald man felt a slight chill in his heart, and even more convinced that the background of this 'cold blood' was very large, and it was not something he could provoke at all.

"Thank you. Jiang Han turned into a thin and short middle-aged man in an instant, smiled slightly, and said hoarsely: "Happy cooperation." ”

This magical power that changed the soul breath was not something he learned from, but Xiao Pan had just cast a special secret technique on him, which could fuse the soul breath of the two into one, and at this time, Xiao Pan had naturally hidden under Jiang Han's robe.

Others, with their mental senses, do not notice the existence of small disks at all.

The conversation between Jiang Han and the bald man was very simple, and it did not attract the attention of others, turning around, Jiang Han walked away, and the whole person directly blended into the flow of people next to him, and completely disappeared from the sight of the bald man.

......

Time passed, and there were more and more strong people descending on this plain, everyone exuded a strong evil aura, obviously they had gone through a bloody battle to survive until now, compared to the mighty flow of people when they entered the domain of the river three months ago, the number of people at this time had been reduced by half.

And the blood-colored canopy that shrouded the end of the plain became more and more brilliant, as if it was about to undergo drastic changes at any time, which made people tremble.

"It's almost on!"

The tens of thousands of cultivators in the wasteland were all waiting, the atmosphere seemed to be frozen, and they stayed in the domain of the river for several months, fighting hard one after another, and many of them were very tired and depressed, and wanted to go out quickly to repair.

Just then, there was a sound from the other side of the plain.

"The powerhouse of the Yuan Sword Holy Land has arrived!" someone exclaimed.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, in the blood moon sky in the distance, several warships broke through the clouds and mist, swooped down, releasing a domineering and sharp aura, and the huge momentum spread out.

"He is Tuoba Shiyu, the true legend of the Holy Land, some time ago he killed the Moyu Demon King of the Demon Clan in Dugu, and he commanded the power of the Quartet with a sword, which is terrifying!" said that he mentioned his brilliant achievements.

"It is said that in the thunder burial ground, he got a Tiancheng leaf, with the help of such a cultivation treasure, the power will definitely be stronger in the future. Someone whispered an exclamation.

Boom! There was another sound of breaking the sky in the distance.

Several chariots pierced the void, although there were only more than twenty purple rune armor warriors, all exuding an icy aura, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards them, embracing a black-robed young man, and the momentum was like a rainbow, making the temperature in this area seem to drop a lot.

"It's His Highness from the Ancient Kingdom of the Far North. Someone recognized it, in the past few months, he has shown many methods in the domain of the river and made a great name, but at this time, the face of this black-robed young man is not good-looking.

I don't know if it was negotiated, or it was a coincidence, but then several teams of the ancient kingdoms of the Holy Land appeared, making this place more and more lively.

Suddenly.

In the sky, a large number of soldiers drove the demon beasts to the sky, and the entire ten True Dan Realm powerhouses were lined up, and the momentum was magnificent, which made the powerhouses waiting in all directions involuntarily retreat, leaving them with an area to land.

"The ancient kingdom of Heiyan is the fifth highness of the Heiyan clan, known as the 'Wind Hell'. Someone exclaimed, pointing to the sky.

Behind a large number of sergeants, there was a figure standing, he was tall, handsome and bewitching, with black hair fluttering, at his feet, he was stepping on a huge purple jade dragon, slowly descending, as if the Holy Spirit was coming to the world, with an indescribable demeanor.

"It's... Purple Jade Dragon... Is it my eyes? This is the blood of the Demon Emperor. ”

The entire world was silent, making the strong of the demon clan obey and turn into their own spirit beasts, which is very common among the human race, especially some extremely powerful ancient kingdoms of the Holy Land, and even suppressed the demon beasts of the Holy Realm as guardian holy beasts

But this silver-armored young man, who was only in his twenties, was only in the True Dan Realm, and it was really shocking that he could make the Demon Clan's imperial blood surrender.

You must know that the three major imperial blood groups in the Demon Clan Alliance are extremely powerful in bloodline, extremely rare in number, they have a noble status, extremely arrogant, and the status of each innate rank imperial blood is comparable to the most ordinary Saint Realm powerhouse.

The purple jade dragon, with its whole body crystal clear, was obviously extremely powerful, and the eyes it looked at the silver-armored young man were fearful, but more reverent.

"This Imperial Blood Demon Beast was not simply suppressed, it seemed that he was really impressed by his magnanimity and majesty, and it was simply a god. Someone couldn't help but say secretly, almost unable to believe their eyes.

For a long time, unless it was the legendary immortal god who made a move, which of the demon clan's imperial blood was not a battle against heaven and earth?

Hei Yan Feng is covered in silver armor, and there is a layer of hazy black bloom on the surface of the battle armor, which seems to be cultivating some special secret technique, which reminds many people of some ancient and shocking legends of the ancient country of Hei Yan, which are records of long years ago, and have long since disappeared from the world.

"Perhaps, in tens of thousands of years, the Heiyan Clan will emerge another world-famous hero, pushing the Ten Directions Domain with the war halberd in his hand, and recreating the immortal myth of this clan. ”

"In the Thunder Burial Ground, it is said that he was the first to discover the Dao Law Tree, but he never thought that he would eventually be taken away by the cold blood, which was his biggest defeat in the Domain of the River this time. "Rumors of this time were brought up.

"That's also a killing god, but the origin is mysterious, and I don't know where the character trained the genius. ”

"I don't know if I can compete with Hei Yanfeng!"

Many people began to talk about it, and many people had watched the battle scene of 'Cold Blood', although it was only the Tianyuan Realm, it showed terrifying combat power, and it had the invincible demeanor of the same level, if it marched all the way in the future, it would also amaze the world.

Hei Yanfeng stepped on the purple jade dragon, standing across the void, his eyes were like electricity, scanning the thousands of cultivators in this wasteland, as if he was looking for something, but he found nothing, he couldn't find anything.

"Coldblood, I know you're here. Hei Yanfeng's voice rumbled, and he finally spoke, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be speaking specifically to Jiang Han: "I know that you are not afraid of me, but you are worried that you will be besieged, so you don't want to show up." ”

Everyone listened quietly.

"You and I are fellow travelers, opening up the origin of the Metaverse, which can be called the pinnacle of invincible existence in the same level, as long as you don't fall halfway, you are destined to shine brightly, ascend to the sacred, become an immortal legend, and sing for hundreds of millions of living beings in future generations. Hei Yanfeng's voice was flat, but he had an undoubted belief: "You are the most talented peer I have met since my cultivation, there will be a battle between you and me!"

"The path of cultivation, the way against the sky, the competition of ten thousand ways, the simultaneous development of all immortals, an era, after all, can only leave a monument!"

"I, Hei Yanfeng, will be waiting for you at the Realm Meeting!"

There was silence.

Finally, boom!

Under the blood-colored canopy in the extreme distance of the plain, a wave full of killing blood spread out, and endless Shenhua blood light circulated on the blood curtain, and finally swirled to form a huge and terrifying vortex.

The more terrifying fluctuations spread, and the original illusory world in the blood curtain gradually solidified, as if a real world was completely manifested.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Hei Yanfeng looked at him from a distance, hesitated again, and led his cultivators to be the first to submerge into the Blood Curtain Gate and disappear into this wasteland.

The crowd finally boiled, just now Hei Yanfeng did not try to find Jiang Han's traces, but left a domineering declaration and war letter, stating that in the future, it seems that in his eyes, only that 'cold blood' can fight him in the future.

One cultivator after another was talking to each other, and the descendants of the ancient kingdoms of the other holy lands were also very strong, but compared to Hei Yanfeng, they seemed to be much weaker in all aspects, as if they were not at the same level.

Similarly, as the leader of the younger generation of the Heiyan Ancient Kingdom, Hei Yanfeng's reputation for his declaration of war and 'cold blood' is destined to be even stronger, and many of his previous deeds will be discovered, and then known by more powerful people.

Thundered!

The earth trembled, and a turbulent stream of people swept through the sky, and after a period of delay, the cultivators here finally opened up, poured into the Gate of the Blood Veil, and left the domain of the river.

In the flow of people, a thin and ordinary middle-aged man, he looked at the black wind that had disappeared, and muttered to himself: "Ten thousand ways compete, all immortals are raised at the same time, an era, a monument?"

Then, he smiled slightly, his eyes became ethereal and determined: "Hei Yanfeng, I will also wait for you at the Realm Meeting!"