"I'm helping you purify your bloodline, bear with me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Looking at Wren who rolled to the ground, the god slowly spoke: "If you can successfully activate the bloodline, you will gain many benefits. If you fail, you will die a terrible death. ”

The gods are omnipotent, and their words must not be ignored. Wren was obviously in pain to death, but he was able to listen to it all without missing anything.

The severe pain came suddenly, and Wren was not prepared at all, and almost fainted on the spot.

His pores erupted with a thin mist of blood, and his body was wrapped in blood, as if soaked in boiling oil, and he immediately felt intense pain and heat. Wren knew that it was not good, and immediately tore off the clothes on his body, so that the blood splattered was not hindered, and the pain was slightly reduced.

With the god's low snort, Wren's blood was uncontrollable like a wild horse, rampaging through him, desperately trying to break through.

Not only the pores, but also the torn skin, the ruptured blood vessels, and a large amount of blood splattered out of it, spilling onto the ground, and immediately sending wisps of heat from the red-stained soil.

The god only reminded him, but did not teach how to deal with it, and Wren didn't know what to do, so he could only endure the pain. The intense feeling hit Wren's brain in waves, and the sharp pain made his hands bruise, and he grabbed the ground tightly, and his body was like an arched prawn. The feeling of pain is fully experienced by Wren at this moment!

Lying straight on the ground, a thin stream of blood splattering from his back, Wren gritted his teeth and endured the pain desperately, picking at the hard mud with both hands, and from time to time let out a low roar like a wounded beast.

The boiling blood kept splashing, and Wren should have died of blood loss, but his blood was endless, and there was still no sign of exhaustion after spraying for a long time. If it weren't for the severe pain, Wren would easily notice the problem, but he couldn't think of this at the moment, and he couldn't care about it!

Wren didn't pay attention, every time a stream of blood spurted, a large number of golden points of light flew out of the black mist, quickly burrowing into his weak body. It is precisely because the golden point is turned into flesh and blood that it can hang Wren's life.

The blood kept losing and replenishing, and Wren began to change in his body!

The blood that spurted out was all red and black, and the blood flowing in the body was now covered with a faint layer of gold, which was slowly flowing in the blood vessels at the moment, nourishing the skin, flesh, muscles and bones, and strengthening Wren's physique!

As the crimson blood was rapidly expelled from the body, the golden blood gradually took over Wren's body. Wren didn't know, but desperately resisted the pain, his hands and feet spasmed and trembled, the rolled flesh exposed the white bones, and he even lost the strength to moan.

Wren wanted to faint but didn't dare to faint, he knew very well that fainting was equal to death. The reason why the boiling manic blood was able to be discharged in large quantities was all thanks to Wren's conscious guidance. If Wren is unconscious now, the blood of the riot will lose consciousness and guide it, and staying in the body will inevitably lead to the collapse of the physical body, and then there will be only one way to die! Coupled with the god's previous words, Wren didn't think he would be kind enough to save himself again.

Thankfully, as the golden blood in his body increased, the red blood that boiled in the riot quickly decreased, and Wren's pain was also relieved to a certain extent.

The intense physical stimulation lasted for three hours, and Wren persevered and finally survived! He has been able to hold on to this until now, on the one hand, because of his firm will, and on the other hand, because of the golden shield. Without the blessing and protection of the golden shield, Ren's body would have collapsed long ago!

No longer splashing crimson, the golden rays penetrated little by little, quickly repairing the broken body, and golden blood flowed in Wren's body at this moment, and a golden dragon phantom with teeth and claws appeared behind him!

Antlers, lion's mane, snake body, eagle claws, the form is mighty, light and elegant, good luck clouds and rain, thunder and lightning, it is the most respected five-clawed golden dragon of the descendants of the Long family!

Feeling the power that continues to surge in his body, Wren's eyes are full of surprise! Relying on a bloodline purification, he actually helped him be directly promoted to become a martial saint! The hell torture just now was not in vain, he actually crossed two levels directly!

Wiping away the blood and changing into clothes, Wren bowed and thanked sincerely: "Great god, thank you for your generous help!" Although he didn't like the domineering and casual nature of the gods, Wren had to say thank you, after all, the other party helped him.

"Rejoice, boy! It was up to me to purify the bloodline, and no one had been able to get this kind of treatment before. The god's words were cold: "Purifying your bloodline is equivalent to fully unlocking your potential, and your future can go far." ”

"Is that so?" The joy on Wren's face was even stronger. In fact, there was no word from the gods to remind him, and Wren also knew that his martial arts strength was progressing too slowly. He works hard and has a good talent, but there are many young warriors who are stronger than Wren, such as Linda and Tina around him, such as the damned Samuel! Now that the gods have pushed Wren, he can finally keep up with those people!

Martial Saint is of great significance to the Dragon Family! Feeling the surging power in his body, Wren was very excited at the moment!

The battle skills of the Long family are only suitable for the four major battle forces in the clan, and the stronger the strength, the more combat skills can be used! And the Martial Saint is the basic condition for using the family's combat skills!

For the people of the Dragon Family, the Martial Saint can be regarded as pushing open the door of the strong, and many of the clan's combat skills can finally be used! The trapped dragon ascended to heaven, and Wren finally embarked on the road of the strong!

"If you were a Rank 10 Great War Master, you would have suffered less pain just now. If you are a Martial Saint, the pain just now will turn into enjoyment. The god's words were a little dissatisfied: "The reason why the pain is so strong is because you don't fight yourself. ”

Although the words were a little harsh, Wren was happy and excited at this time, so he smiled. The gods didn't ask for their own wishes at all, and Wren was at first dissatisfied, because failure was equivalent to death. But after thinking about it, I smiled with relief. Anyway, his life was saved by the gods, so let him toss. If Wren is unlucky enough to be tossed to death by him, everyone doesn't owe each other.

Looking at Wren with excitement on his face, there was a hint of peace in the god's words: "Your strength is very poor, your will is still strong, and it is not bad." If the potential of the bloodline is unlimited, and with the help of a firm will, Wren can also be regarded as a "good" comment.

After a pause, the god said, "Now you are qualified to meet me." ”

Wren nodded silently, his eyes staring at the dark fog. The gods naturally have arrogant capital, and Wren can only endure his dissatisfaction. He also knew very well in his heart that there was a huge disparity in the strength of the two sides, and he was not qualified to talk to the gods on an equal footing. If it weren't for the relationship between the ancestors, the gods wouldn't bother to pay attention to their own "ants"!

The black mist dissipated, the golden light shone, and Wren calmed down and stared at the true body of the god. Gods, not everyone can see them.

Well, what the gods say is true, and saying that seeing each other really makes Wren see one eye......................

A gigantic golden eye!

Although it is only a pupil, there is infinite majesty in that gaze, and just looking at it can make people's hearts palpitate and panic!

This is the instinctive reaction of life, and Wren is no exception, he can't stare at the golden pupils for long, so he can only hang his head.

"With your mind, paint the world you are going to on the golden shield, and it will send you there." Obviously he didn't notice the sound of his eyes, but the clear words had already reached his ears: "Remember, you can only take a maximum of ten people around you, and the ability to teleport can only be used once." ”

After listening to the god's explanation, Wren nodded in understanding. Being able to take ten people away is enough for Wren.

After a moment's hesitation, Wren asked, "Great God, can you ask you to resurrect my people?" Although he knew that there was little hope, Wren couldn't help but speak.

"Impossible." The god's cold words shattered Wren's hope: "The gods are not omnipotent, and I am not capable of resurrecting the dead. ”

"Then I'm .............." Wren opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the gods: "I can save you, on the one hand, you are weak and have a special bloodline, and on the other hand, your soul has not left the body, so it cannot be regarded as a complete death." Let's talk ............ again."

The god's tone changed, and he spoke again completely cold: "You are too arrogant for a mere human to dare to ask the gods to do things!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the heavy pressure immediately fell like a mountain, pressing the bones of Wren's whole body, and he barely supported himself to fall to the ground. Wren knew that his words and deeds had collided with the gods, and this was to teach himself a lesson and punish him. Wren also knew that when he saw that God had not bowed or knelt all the time, he had long been a little dissatisfied in his heart, but it was only in the face of the ancestors that he did not have a seizure. Now Wren has given it an excuse, just taking the opportunity to "teach a lesson"!

In fact, it has long been clear that the gods are only doing small things at will, and Wren is not qualified to ask for anything at all. But if you don't even dare to ask, then Wren is really a bloodless and tearless monster. That's parental kinship, not something that can be discarded at will!

The gods put pressure, how could the little human resist it, seeing Wren's knees gradually bent! The gods didn't intend to kill the descendants of the old acquaintance, let him kneel down and be done.

But Wren doesn't kneel! Because since he was a child, he has never knelt once! Even if there was a god standing in front of him, he wouldn't bow down in front of him! Wren owes the gods a life, but it doesn't mean that he has to pay it back with dignity!

Originally, the god was only slightly angry in his heart, but when he saw that Wren was so stubborn, his anger immediately skyrocketed by three points!

How dare human beings disobey the gods and seek death!

The gods are angry, and the pressure is multiplied!

If the feeling just now was just the collapse of a mountain, then now it has been replaced by a lake and a sea backfill, and compared to the former, this pressure has increased tenfold!

Wren's neck was bruised, the bones of his body began to shatter, his skin was torn apart, and blood not only stained his clothes, but also ran down his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. The worst part is that despite Wren's desperate support, his knees still don't follow his wishes and start to bend gradually!

He is just a person, but the other person is God!

Bellow! Unyielding! Unwilling!