Bang bang bang~!

Several sounds sounded like broken sacks falling to the ground. After the five God Realm powerhouses flew upside down for more than ten meters, they smashed on the stone platform one after another, turning into rolling gourds.

Ye Fei was not injured, but by combining the Nine Emperor Seals and playing the Great Mudra of Reincarnation, he also consumed the true yuan in his body. At this time, he didn't care about the pursuit of victory, and hurriedly breathed on the spot.

High staircase on the ladder.

The martial artists were collectively petrified, and even the few demigods who were facing each other such as Qinglong were also a little dull-eyed.

Sou~!

The sound of breaking wind sounded, and the two sides that were originally facing each other rushed in two directions.

"Hiss~~"

It was only then that everyone seemed to react. The sound of gasping cold air rang out one after another.

"Oh my God! That's five god realms! five god realm powerhouses!"

Someone yelled in disbelief, shocked and excited, and their hearts were about to jump out!

"It's unbelievable!"

The other martial artists were also amazed.

A demigod not only blocked the siege of five god realm powerhouses, but actually seriously injured all five god realms in turn.

It's a fantasy!

It's pretty much the other way around!

"Ahem~~"

Akao Xiong and the others had long lost their previous majesty, and they were lying on the ground one by one coughing up blood like dead dogs, and the expressions on their faces were also full of horror.

Such a result was also something they did not expect!

"How could he be so strong?"

Wolf Emperor Eric said with a wry smile.

He looks even older than before, and the whole person looks like a dried corpse, if he is replaced by someone else, even if the grandmaster and martial artist become like this, he will definitely not survive.

Although Eric is still alive, his condition is extremely poor. Before, he was extremely sublimated, almost draining him to the ground, which had made the passage of his life aggravate, and now he was seriously injured by Ye Fei. In his current state, he only has ten days to live at most.

"Ancestor, Ancestor!"

Garcia, the wolf king, exclaimed, appeared next to Eric, helped him up, and said with a concerned expression, "Ancestor, how are you? I have healing medicine here, you should take it quickly." ”

As he spoke, Garcia also took out some bottles and cans, as many as a dozen of them.

Eric didn't pick up the pill bottles, but stared at Garcia with round eyes, as if trying to see Garcia through.

Garcia didn't seem to notice it, with a sincere expression on his face, and urged anxiously: "Ancestor, take the medicine quickly, if you don't take it again, it's too late!"

Eric was still staring at Garcia, and after finding that Garcia's expression was not the slightest abnormal, he shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "It's useless! My injury, these medicines can't be cured!"

He is the wolf emperor of the werewolf clan, and he naturally has healing medicine on his body, which is even much better than what Garcia took out.

It's a pity that the fatal threat to him is not the injuries on his body, but the loss of life essence. Healing medicine is just a symptom but not a root cause, and the effect is better than nothing.

"That'...... What should we do then?" Garcia looked even more flustered, "Ancestor, we werewolves can't live without you!"

"Do you really want to save Ben Ancestor?" said Eric.

"Ancestor, I definitely want to save you!" Garcia said with a sincere expression.

"But when you were outside the Asgard Palace, this ancestor pushed you out and asked you to take the bronze sword and test the spatial rift......" Eric stared at Garcia and said in a slow voice.

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Garcia.

Garcia waved his hand vigorously, and said with a firm expression: "Ancestor, don't say any more! What if you let me test the spatial rift? Not to mention that I came back unharmed, even if I died in the spatial rift, I won't blame you."

Others say that I am Garcia very talented, and that I am the youngest king in the history of the werewolf clan, and they praise me very much. But I just know best in my heart that this is all your credit, and it is you who have made me!

If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would still be the illegitimate son of the Kurik family, who is called and scolded as a mongrel all day long, how could I be where I am today?"

Speaking of this, Garcia seemed to think of the painful experience of his youth, his eyes were a little blood-red, and his fists were even more creaky.

The Kurik family is a werewolf family in the Far North, and is a nobleman among the werewolf clan, with extremely powerful power in the Far North.

Garcia is one of the members of the Kurik family.

It's just that his father is not the core of the Kulik family, but a side child with little status, and Garcia's mother is not a werewolf or his father's original wife, but was raised by his father in the outer room.

Garcia's birth was just an accident.

When he was a child, he lived with his mother, and it was not until his mother died of illness when he was eight years old that Garcia was taken into the Kurik family by his father!

Although Garcia's father is only a marginal branch of the Kurik family, if Garcia is born to his wife, even if his status in the family is not high, he can be a rich son and live a free life.

It's a pity that Garcia's mother is an outward that can't see the light. This also leads to Garcia's status in the Kurik family being equivalent to that of servants, not only the "young masters" who have to take care of every day, but also those "young masters" who are often scolded as mongrels, and even having enough to eat is a problem.

As for Garcia's father, after bringing Garcia to the family, he ignored it and continued to be his old man.

When the wolf emperor Eric was on a trip, he passed by the Kurik family and accidentally discovered the "mongrel" in the eyes of the Kurik family, and the werewolf blood in his body was unexpectedly pure.

The rest is not difficult to guess.

Decades later, Garcia was born and became the youngest king-level powerhouse in the history of the werewolf clan. And the first thing he did was to slaughter the entire Kurik family, leaving no chickens and dogs!

For Garcia's experience, Eric is naturally clear.

Hearing Garcia's words at this time, Eric nodded, and the last trace of doubt in his heart also entered, and said: "Very good, this ancestor has a way to continue his life, but I need your help, are you willing?"

"Ancestor, if you say it, even if you go up the knife mountain and go down to the oil pot, I won't frown. Garcia said firmly.

Hearing this, Eric finally showed a smile on his face: "Okay, this ancestor really didn't misunderstand you." When you go back, this ancestor will go into retreat, and you will be the new emperor of the werewolf clan! Now, you ...... cough cough cough ......"

Eric coughed violently as he spoke, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and he looked as if he was on the verge of dying, and the sound behind him was almost inaudible.

"Ancestor, what do you want me to do?" Garcia subconsciously leaned his head closer.

And at this moment, Eric, who was originally extremely weak, seemed to return to the light, his eyes suddenly burst into light, and before Garcia could react, he suddenly burst out of the field and fixed Garcia in place, and at the same time bit Garcia's neck.

At this time, Eric was like a wolf biting its prey, gulping down Garcia's blood.

This sudden change really surprised everyone.

The warriors on the stairs froze.

The four gods such as Giles who were lying on the high platform were also stunned, and then their eyes showed thoughtfulness. Eric's situation, they are all well aware. If they were Eric, they might have done the same thing!

Ye Fei, who was sitting on the ground pranayama, also opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of Eric and the others. Qinglong, Bai Fengxian, and Ghost Li protected Ye Fei in the center, looking around with a wary expression.

Duke Dracula originally wanted to help Adams, the Prince of Blood, but at this time, he was frightened by Eric's movements, and stood in place, no longer approaching Adams at all.

Adams rolled his eyes speechlessly, glared at Dracula, and scolded: "Prince Ben is just injured, not Shouyuan is exhausted!

Only then did Dracula react, and his old face suddenly turned red.

The blood clan is a long-lived race, and the blood clan of the God Realm naturally lives longer. Even if Garcia is not a flawless god realm, as long as he is not killed, there is no problem at all in living for three hundred years.

After all, this prince is a few years younger than him, and he is only now entering middle age!

"Goo Dong~, Goo Dong!"

The sound of swallowing loudly resounded clearly in everyone's ears.

Eric's old face was also beginning to become younger at a rapid rate, and his face was also a little ruddy.

"Ah~!"

Just when many warriors felt pity for Garcia, Eric suddenly let go of the mouth that was biting Garcia's neck, and spat out a mouthful of bloody arrows with a 'wow'.

"Burial God Grass! It's Burial God Grass!How is this possible?!"

Garcia screamed, the expression on his face mixed with disbelief and unconcealed panic. After saying that, he retched heavily, eager to swallow the blood just now, and spit it out all the blood.

It's a pity that most of the blood he swallowed has been transformed and absorbed, how can he spit it out at this time?

At the same time that Eric let go, the field that had enveloped Garcia disappeared at the same time. Garcia regained his freedom, and the horror in his eyes was gone, replaced by a touch of banter, ridicule, and ...... naked murderous intent!

"Hehe, Ancestor, don't you need my help?Why don't you suck it, you continue to suck?!" Garcia didn't pay any attention to the wound on his neck, looked at Eric who was lying on the ground and was retching, and sneered.

Eric looked much younger than before at this time, but his breath became weaker and weaker, he could hardly feel the aura of a warrior, he looked like a sick ghost, and he gasped and said, "You...... How can you have the medicinal properties of the Burial God Herb in your blood?"

In the distance, the warriors were stunned again.

Eric's appearance is obviously poisoned!

"Burial God Grass, what the hell is that, can it poison all the powerhouses of the God Realm?"

In the distance, a warrior couldn't help but be surprised.

The physical body of a warrior is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

If the grandmaster is strong, he will already be able to be invulnerable. And when it comes to the god realm, the physical body has been tempered, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is invincible to all poisons. Even if the powerhouse of the God Realm eats arsenic as sugar, there will be no problem in the slightest.

But Eric's appearance at this time was obviously poisoned by this "burial god grass".

This is not to be the curiosity of the warriors.

A martial artist from the Far North frowned and said, "In the Far North, there is a canyon like a crack, which stretches endlessly, called the Valley of the Burial God. It was shrouded in blood mist all year round, and there was no sunlight, and the thick bloody gas was enough to suffocate ordinary people.

It is rumored that there was an ancient battlefield where the gods and demons of the heavens were buried. The blood of the strong stained every inch of the land there. Even the plants that grow on the soil have turned red when they are affected.

The grass that grows there is called the Burial God Grass!"

"Yes, I've heard the legend too. Funeral grass is not a grass, it is an ordinary weed. Because of the special place where it grows, it becomes special. All the grass that grows in the Valley of the Burial God is the Burial God Grass. A warrior chimed in.

"That'...... What is the function of the Burial God Grass?"

It's the first time that a martial artist has heard of grass that can even be poisoned in the divine realm.

The first martial artist to speak spoke, "Actually, the Burial God Grass is non-poisonous. Well, you can think of it as an anesthetic. It's just that the Burial God Grass is a 'numbing medicine' for the martial artist, and its only effect is to paralyze the martial artist and make the martial artist lose control of the internal force in a short period of time!"

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