"Haha, I recognize you as the master and let you be branded with your soul, won't my Fengsheng become your slave?"

Listening to Ming Mo's words, Feng Sheng couldn't help laughing, and then looked at Ming Mo with a proud face, and said: "Ming Mo, don't be delusional, I, Feng Sheng, am the master of a hall, even if I die, I will not recognize you as the master, don't think that you have won, today, I will let you know what is called despair!"

After the Wind Saint finished speaking, the momentum of the whole body was released again, the cyan storm on his body appeared, and a stream of blood light emerged from his body, this blood light was extremely rich, and the huge power of blood and qi continued to overflow from the Wind Saint's body, and gradually converged into a fist-sized golden blood in the Wind Saint's chest, and the appearance of this blood made the breath on the Wind Saint's body continue to languish, and in the blink of an eye, the Wind Saint who was still middle-aged, and his cyan hair slowly turned white.

Seeing this situation, the three of them seemed to have thought of something, and a look of fear appeared in their eyes at the same time.

"Wind Saint, you're crazy, you actually want to use that forbidden move that no one has used in 10,000 years, so that even if you can survive, you will become a waste!"

Seeing the changes in the Wind Saint, the Thunder Emperor couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Hahaha, so what, today you gave me the shame of the Wind God Temple, I must get it back, none of you can escape, even at the cost of my life. ”

Hearing this, Feng Sheng looked at Ming Mo with a hideous face, and laughed wildly, the cyan light and golden blood on his body fused, and strange cyan runes overflowed from his body and merged into the blood.

"Thunder Emperor, what kind of move did the Wind Saint use that would make you so frightened?"

Seeing the frightened expressions of the three Thunder Emperors, Min Mo couldn't help but wonder.

"Childe, every temple has a forbidden method that has been passed down for thousands of years, and that is the method that can only be used when the temple is facing annihilation, which is called blood sacrifice to summon the gods. ”

The Thunder Emperor said this, and even his voice trembled a little: " The blood sacrifice to the gods has never been used, it is a means that every temple master knows, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, because no one or force can force a temple to such a point, and the price of using the blood sacrifice to call the gods is too great, so big that no one is willing to do this, that is, it requires two-thirds of the essence blood and a hundred years of cultivation of the person who needs to be cast, this forbidden technique can only be performed once in a lifetime, and the huge price is exchanged for huge power, and the blood sacrifice to the gods can summon a trace of the will of the gods to descend and kill the enemy!"

After the Thunder Emperor finished speaking, he immediately looked at Ming Mo with a worried face, and said, "Childe, let's withdraw quickly, the gods are too strong, even a trace of will clone is not something we can resist." ”

"It's okay, I'm just trying to see how strong the so-called gods really are, so that I can prepare for future god wars. ”

Ming Mo smiled slightly, then looked at the Thunder Emperor who was worried and frightened, and said: "Moreover, the path of a warrior, you must have a heart that never gives up and is always not afraid, if you retreat today because of fear, and you don't even have the courage to fight, then you will leave a shadow in your heart, it will become an obstacle to your path of martial arts, and you will never be able to set foot on the peak, Thunder Emperor, think about your ancestors, how majestic it is, 7 As a person who inherits his bloodline, can you retreat?"

Ming Mo's words were like a heavy hammer hitting the heart of the Thunder Emperor, yes, his ancestors were god-killing beings, and a mere projection of the will of the gods could make him retreat? If he retreated like this, how could he step into the pinnacle and recreate the glory of the ancestors.

"Childe, I understand, I will never back down, if I don't have the courage to fight, I might as well die!"

Thinking of this, the Thunder Emperor's heart was cheerful, and his gaze towards the Wind Saint was a little more indifferent.