The sound of the golden stone resounded throughout the audience, but it was not Xiao Wuyou who took out his weapon to block the Blood Prison, but the sound of one of his fingers, which was on the tip of the Blood Prison's Blood Sword.

The sound of Jin and Shi was pleasant, but it was full of shock. This shock comes not only from the heart, but also from the body. The monks at the scene, almost all of the seven holes that were five days below the Dao Emperor were bleeding. Sheng Sheng was shocked by the clear voice and had internal injuries. However, there was no expression of fear on their faces. This is because Xiao Wuyou's fingers are like a piece of frozen white jade, which shocked the Thai Amin.

It was not only the people who were shocked, including the Blood Prison, but also how big his students were. The vibration in his heart would never be weaker than anyone else on the scene, because he really didn't expect Xiao Wuyou to hold this sword like this.

His condensed blood sword was no ordinary thing. This blood sword is definitely the sharpest in the world. Even the Great Research Chaos Clock, which is known as the strongest defense, can only be easily pierced in front of it. However, Xiao Wuyou did not block his sword with any artifact. What does it mean that he blocked his sword with one finger, one finger? It happened to Xiao Wuyou.

"That's all?" Xiao Wuyou said to Blood Prison with a slight pressure of his fingers and a cold look.

Xiao Wuyou's eyes have never changed. They are so cold and fearless. At first, the Blood Inferno thought that the eye was just a pretentiousness, but now it was back to the top, and finally found the meaning of the phrase - it was a look at the dead.

The heart, the heart, the shame, and the anger of the bloody hell coexist. An ant native, who had never looked up, actually looked at him with the eyes of a dead man, which made him anonymous and angry. You know, after breaking the seal, no, it should be said that since he got the blood of the Dark Phoenix Divine Bird, this kind of look has always been him looking at others, and no one dares to look at him like this.

Although the Blood Prison was shocked and angry, it was the emperor after all. He was a hero who endured millions of years in order to achieve his goals. His blood sword was blocked, but the moment he was furious, he slapped his left hand out and blew at Xiao Wuyou. If the blood sword he poked out was just a punch, it would have 80% of the power of his half-step immortal. Under such power, not to mention the other great emperors Xiao Yingying, they were all seriously injured.

Prosperity!!

Another deafening sound. This time, the monks present did not dare to look directly. They cover their ears with their hands, and those who do not have high grades are more likely to explode and retreat directly. They stayed here, shaken to death by the violent sound.

There was black smoke in Xiao Wuyou's big chest, but the Blood Prison was horrified to find out, let alone kill Xiao Wuyou, that he didn't even shake his body, as if his hand had been hit by a blind fly on a stone.

"Is it over?" Xiao Wu whispered again.

These three words are like heavenly punishment, which shakes the spirit of the blood hell. He flinched suddenly. There was a stream of sweat on his forehead that he didn't even notice. The hands under his sleeve robe trembled violently, as if Xiao Wuyou was a piece of steel, and his arms were just lotus roots.

He has done it many times, but Xiao Wuyou is still very determined. At this time, despite his arrogance and self-confidence, he finally understood that the young man in front of him still reached a level that he could face squarely. No, it should be noted.

But to know how to return to understanding, Blood Hell can't understand why this is happening anyway.

"How is it possible ... How can it be.

In the cognition of everyone in the natural wasteland, mastering a magic skill can sweep all heroes out of the house. If you're lucky enough to master two magic skills, you can basically be called invincible. As for mastering three or even four kinds of mana, no one dares to imagine it, because no one would have thought that his luck would be so powerful, he wants to integrate all kinds of mana, without hundreds of thousands of years of hard work, I can't do it.

Now, in the eyes of all the monks, the Blood Hell Emperor, who had no presence among the Nine Emperors, could master nine magical skills. His fear was beyond anyone's comprehension. In the face of such an enemy, even the power of the whole world is simply not able to match it. In fact, even without any help, the monks in the wasteland were killed by the Blood Emperor alone for an entire day. But there is a premise here, and that is that there is no black robe.

Half-step immortality, millions of years of precipitation, nine kinds of divine skills in one, immortal weapons and magic lamps hand in hand, hundreds of billions of demons and monsters are used at will. It can be said that the Blood Prison Emperor has reached the point of being half-immortal. With such a method, perhaps in that world, in the face of geniuses and powerhouses like half-step immortals, the Blood Prison should also be invincible.

However, a half-step is a half-step, although it is infinitely close to the true realm of immortality. If you don't take this step completely, you will never be immortal, not a transcendent being. In front of real people, there is no difference between half-step and other fields and martial arts fields.

Bloodhell did his best to kill Little Friendless. Xiao Wuyou's body was not breathing. It seems that Xiao Wuyou is just an ordinary young man, but no matter what means and skills he uses, he still can't shake the seemingly ordinary existence.

Although the Blood Prison continued to roar and work hard, he didn't even want to believe that Xiao Wuyou had achieved his dream, but in fact, his actions proved that Xiao Wuyou had indeed reached heights that he could not surpass.

"Impossible! Impossible! You're only 10,000 years old, how can I step into the fairyland sooner than before, the roar of the Blood Hell is never like thunder.

In the face of the constant attacks of the Blood Prison, Xiao Wuyou was still only resisting with one finger, and he said calmly: "Nothing is impossible, but all in all, I should thank you, without you taking away my achievements, maybe I am the same as you, at most only half a step." ”

"Shut up!" Bloody prison was covered with hair. It's like a ferocious devil who killed little nothing. The nine miracles were in his hands, just like an immortal descending into the world, but in the face of such a powerful force, Xiao Wuyou changed his fingers and claws and grabbed the wrist of the Blood Prison. In the other party's frightened eyes, he waved it casually, and the Blood Hell fell into the ruins of Emperor Mountain like a meteor.

Prosperity.

The ruins of Emperor Mountain were instantly reduced to powder and would never exist again.

Less than a thousand miles away from the Emperor's Mountain, it became a desolation. The monks had already left the mountain. They only dare to watch the battle from afar, but the vibration in their hearts cannot be cured. In their understanding, the Blood Hell Emperor was incomparably powerful, but such a powerful existence. In front of Xiao Wuyou, he is like a child, anyone can wrestle Xiao Wuyou at will, what words should be used to describe it.

Bloodhell flies back into the sky. Now he no longer resembles the strategist he used to be. He's a mess. He looked at Little Wuyou coldly. If his eyes could kill, then the little Udo had already been cut to pieces.

"What have you done ... In this cage, the nine magical skills are seventy-two forbidden skills. Blood Prison said gloomily: "Even if Xiao Yingying gives you all the blood, you will never be a real immortal. ”。

Blood Prison doesn't want to admit it, but it must be admitted that in his current state, he can't be Xiao Wuyou's opponent. He knows the world of the wasteland inside out. Under this intermittent Heavenly Dao, with the nine divine skills created by their nine emperors, even if Xiao Wuyou himself understood the immortal body, he would not be able to take a complete step. Half a step is the limit of the world.

Xiao Wuyou touched his chest and said, "When you get the blood of the Yingying, you can produce nine kinds of magic, and I can too, but I don't produce magic, but the method of immortality." ”。

"No way! I've stripped you of everything. Even if you really understand the Immortal Method, I can't help but know it!" the Blood Hell roared.

"Bloodhell, you can take my achievements, my divine power, and my artifacts with you.