Sluggish, petrified, the contrast is too great, every blow of the Blood Emperor has the power of breaking the earth, but every time Wuhuan is kicked away lightly, the huge contrast makes the cultivators have a sense of confusion, and the light and cloudy Wuhuan is embarrassed by the Blood Emperor. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How is it possible, you ......" The Blood Emperor is just obedient and not a fool, and being slapped by Wu Huan again and again has already told him how big the gap between the two is, but even in the face of the Divine Soul Emperor, he has never been so embarrassed, and what the Blood Emperor can think of is that the higher level is the realm that can already touch the barrier to the sky.

"It turns out that you are so weak, I knew that you wouldn't run back then!" Wu Huan teased, of course, this is just a joke, it will definitely be a hard battle for himself in the past against the Blood Emperor.

"Impossible, impossible, you can't be so strong in two thousand years, don't pretend, you have definitely exhausted all your strength in those few blows just now, how can you ...... after only cultivating for a long time" The Blood Emperor roared angrily.

"Once an epiphany is victorious, but a thousand years of penance, it seems that you still don't understand the meaning of this sentence!" Wu Huan smiled, he had an intuitive feeling about the current combat power, the true yuan of the peak of the earth, the body of the peak of the ten thousand tribulations, and the soul power of the peak of transformation, the perfect balance of the three created his abnormal combat power.

"Joke!" the Blood Emperor's response was me.

"Alas!" Wu Huan was too lazy to talk nonsense, the Blood Emperor who had exploded in combat power failed to bring a little pressure to himself, sighed and then stepped out and disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he was almost face-to-face with the Blood Emperor......

"How is that possible!" the Blood Emperor reverberated with astonishment as he lost consciousness.

"You guy, bring this guy back by yourself!" Wu Huan grabbed the already unconscious Blood Emperor and threw it directly towards the alien race of the "Dark Soul", taking away Feika and standing at the head of the feather python, Wu Huan floated away......

The cultivators who caught the Blood Emperor looked at each other with a look of shock in their eyes, and they still had an impression of the Wuhuan people who had disappeared for two thousand years, didn't this Blood Emperor who was chased by the Blood Emperor chase four or five safe areas, how could he be tortured and beaten now, doubting life.

To be honest, Wuhuan is really a little excited, as if a child has found an interesting toy, but the toy is not as interesting as expected, and there is a kind of disappointment!

When everyone brought the Blood Emperor back to the camp, the entire "Dark Soul" headquarters was a complete fryer, and the Blood Emperor generally did not believe that the Blood Emperor would be so vulnerable in front of Wu Huan, their idea was that Wu Huan used secret techniques to try his best to win the Blood Emperor, and the final departure was just exhaustion, it was just an empty shelf, otherwise he would not kill the Blood Emperor and would not let everyone come back, his own conjecture and some actual circumstances, the call for the crusade against Wu Huan was getting higher and higher, "Dark Soul" It's a big organization, and there are a few saint-level emperors, and soon there are saint-level emperors who chase them out with their troops, and it's easy to find Wu Huan's traces under the tracking technique of the Shadow Clan, of course, Wu Huan has no intention of hiding his whereabouts, and he didn't even take off the coordinate instrument on Feika's body, this is the confidence.

The pursuing "dark spirit" on a grassland 30,000 miles away from the Fangs Mountains successfully "intercepted" Wu Huan, who was roasting meat by the fire at this time.

The "Dark Soul" can't be said to be pouring out, but it is also a very powerful lineup, a saint-level emperor, a titled emperor and three ordinary emperors, plus nearly a hundred middle and high-level teams, this lineup is stronger than all the combat power of some first-class organizational forces.

The standard of the emperor in the spiritual cultivation is the consummation of the law and waning moon behind him, and the physical cultivation is the kind of strange immortal aura that he is about to set foot in immortality, and the saint-level emperor led by the "dark soul" this time is such a starry sky demon clan saint-level emperor with an immortal breath on his body, a body cultivation that has produced immortal meaning.

"You are Wu Huan!" "The Starry Sky Demon Clan are all big men, and the one in front of him is taller and more powerful than what Wu Huan has seen before, and there is a strange aura on his body, there is a sense of eternal existence, of course, this aura is more mixed.

"Nonsense!" It's rare to want to eat cooked food, but there are a bunch of troublemakers, to be honest, Wuhuan really has no love for these alien races in the Chaotic Star Sea.

"Obediently follow me back, or I'll ask you to go back!" The big man of the demon clan snorted, and there were faint ripples in the air, and Wu Huan could feel the endless majestic qi and blood in the other party's body.

"You're full of blood, your brain is full of muscles!" Wu Huan pouted.

"Hmph, the mouth is hard enough, I hope you can still laugh later!" "Talking nonsense is not the style of the Starry Sky Demon Clan, they are all doers, but in view of Wu Huan's previous achievements, even if they belittle in their mouths, they are actually still on guard, loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

A group of masters dispersed far away, and the existence of that level was no matter how to win the Blood Emperor, and the role of dealing with such a group of masters was to prevent Wuhuan from escaping after the war, they didn't think that it was possible for Wuhuan to win in the face of the saint-level body cultivation emperor at the peak of the Ten Thousand Tribulations, after all, among the cultivators of the three systems, spiritual cultivation was recognized as weak, and the body cultivation of the same level was half a level higher.

Everyone dispersed, and the Demon Emperor stood surrounded by Wu Huan, and the old god was still roasting an unknown huge piece of meat, exuding a rich meat fragrance, of course, this fire was used by Wu Huan's own fire for refining, and ordinary flames really didn't necessarily roast the meat in Wu Huan's hands.

"What, don't you do it?" Wu Huan flipped over the piece of meat and couldn't help but ask when he saw that the other party was still not moving.

"Enjoy your last lunch!" said the demon clan man generously.

"Would you like to taste it, it tastes good!" Wuhuan invited.

"Hmph!" replied to Wuhuan with a cold snort.

Wuhuan shrugged his shoulders and still the old god was roasting the meat, cutting off a little from time to time and throwing it into his mouth to chew and enjoy it very much.

Every time you cut off a strip of meat the size of your index finger, it is very small for a large meat that is more than three feet horizontally and vertically, but it can't stand up to Wu Huan's speed, and soon a large piece of meat enters Wu Huan's stomach, clapping his hands and standing up to signal that he can start.

The patience of the demon clan man is very good, without the slightest impatience, his momentum and spirit have been kept at the peak, so that Wuhuan eats on the other hand, it is also the process of accumulating momentum, the lion fights the rabbit and does his best, he is not as reckless and arrogant as he seems on the outside.

Quiet as a mountain, moving like thunder, the grassland broke out of thin air, and a shocking noise exploded, and the grass rippled like a wave, and the terrain of the land within a radius of dozens of miles under one foot completely changed layer upon layer, and a hundred zhang distance teleported across an iron fist straight towards the door of Wuhuan face, and the space collapsed and cracked under the pressure of the fist, and was directly beaten into a vacuum.

"It's so strong!" Needless to say, this coercion spread, and everyone who avoided it from afar felt that the power was pressing like a mountain, and everyone in the center of the battlefield was sure that Wu Huan should have been locked by the coercion and couldn't move.

Well, the pressure on Wu Huan from the saint-level emperor of the demon clan is indeed stronger than that of the Blood Emperor, but it is only a little stronger, and the difference between the breeze and the wind is really not big.

A slender palm glowing with golden light slowly opened and raised to block the fist the size of a casserole, and the contrast between Wu Huan's palm was like a baby's palm on an adult's fist, and the difference in size and power was obvious.

But it was such a weak-looking hand placed on the fist, slowly pinched and turned violently, and the tower-like figure of the demon clan man rotated one hundred and eighty degrees in the air in an instant, and was directly smashed into the earth by Wu Huan, and a layer of shock waves rolled out along the turf, and the earth was waves, and the earth collapsed uncontrollably with Wuhuan as the center.

One second the Demon Emperor was imposing, and the next second he was smashed into the earth by Wu Huan in a noodle-throwing posture, this illusion is so fast that many people have not reacted to the battle and the battle is over.

"Damn, roar......" At this moment, a roar came from the depths of the earth, and the iron-gray air flow rose from under the earth along countless cracks, and the earth rose up a huge mound of earth, and a fierce aura rose to the sky, as if a great murder was about to break through the earth.

"Second stage transformation?" From the beginning to the end, the demon clan man did not change back into the true body of the demon clan, but now he directly performed the second stage transformation, feeling a familiar breath, the feather python hovering in the distance couldn't help but look up, this power has the same root and the same origin, which makes it confused, the other party is not a wild beast!

A pair of sharp giant horns broke through the ground first, and then a huge bull's head, Wu Huan thought it would be a brute bull, but below it was an extremely strong upper body, Wu Huan thought he could see the bull man, but the lower body of this one turned out to be a huge scorpion.

"Damn, Scorpion King?" Wu Huan suddenly remembered a very distinctive and classic figure, isn't it the one who replaced the bull's head with a human head.

The majestic body like a mountain, a roar blew a gust of wind on the ground, compared to the aura exuded by the current demon clan man before, the violent, chaotic and alive is like a wild beast, Wu Huan couldn't help but turn his gaze into the distance, the feather python began to move, this physique and this power is definitely its dish!

"Roar!" The bull's head version of the Scorpion King, which had changed from the demon clan's big man, raised his fists high and then fell with a bang.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Like the roar of a meteorite falling and bombarding the earth, a huge shadow covering a radius of dozens of zhang completely enveloped Wu Huan, and a fierce gravity suddenly fell and pressed Wu Huan's feet sank, this guy can still control gravity, with the minotaur as the center, the earth collapsed for miles and miles, as if an invisible big hand pressed down.

The minotaur seems to be huge, the pair of giant fists seem to be slow but are actually amazing, a shocking sound The grass was blown away by a huge force, and it was shattered inch by inch, and the land within a radius of hundreds of miles was already shattered, and a hammer fist of the minotaur affected the vast land.

"Win!" The crowd in the distance was finally reassured.

"Hey, it's over, it's my turn!" Suddenly there was a low shout in mid-air, Wu Huan's right arm raised high and a giant fist made of bright red gold was high in the sky, and with a loud shout, the fist fell violently, and the fist across the hundred zhang covered the Minotaur, only to see the eight sharp scorpion legs under him sink deep into the earth and crack, and the two fists bombarded the sky in a vain attempt to block the golden fist mark of Wu Huan, but the fist mark was as heavy as Mount Tai and pressed the minotaur to the depths of the earth......