It's not that Wen Hao is careless, but this matter is completely beyond his imagination and seriousness.

The blood mist, which is even bigger than Mangdang Mountain, has such a large range, and it is actually only one person, how strong must this strength be, to reach such a terrifying level.

"Run, run!"

In Wen Hao's mind, there was only one thought left.

What a magical fragment, what is a treasure comparable to a martial god clone, Wen Hao completely left it behind.

Because in the face of such an existence, it is difficult for him to survive, even if he is reborn in Nirvana, he will be destroyed by the other party, and then die completely.

Compared to life, treasures are still not worth mentioning.

Pole symbol, shrink the ground into inches.

At this moment, Wen Hao waved his degree to the extreme.

Becoming a Martial Emperor, Wen Hao's degree has been raised to level 8, and with the assistance of the extreme symbol, he has reached the level of level 9 dragon in the world.

Call.

Wen Hao rushed wildly, like a divine dragon soaring for nine days, and in just a few breaths, he had already flown to half of the blood mist.

However, the degree of blood mist gathering was also extremely fast, and within such a broken time, it had already shrunk by half, and next to the tip of the Blood Demon Knife, a blood-colored figure had condensed.

The figure's body had not yet fully condensed, but a pair of eyes shot out of a crimson blood.

This stream of blood was more vivid and dazzling than the surrounding blood-colored space, as if two searchlights shone out and fell directly on Wen Hao's body.

In an instant, the pores on Wen Hao's back were all bundled, as if the peerless killing god in the Nine Shadows Blood Sea was staring at him.

The strength of this blood shadow is not that the Ox Clan Demon God is strong, but the killing intent released in his eyes is stronger than that Bull Clan Demon God, as if a peerless killing god was born.

Snort.

This is not the feeling in Wen Hao's heart, but the killing machine that has turned into substance.

Just a look, as soon as the killing machine moved, Wen Hao's clothes were torn apart, and his body, which was as strong as a monarch's weapon, was torn apart by the killing machine in the eyes of this blood shadow.

"What a powerful killing machine, this is how many people you have to kill to have such a powerful killing machine!"

Wen Hao was shocked, and he didn't dare to stay, so he shrunk the ground into inches again and ran away quickly.

After a few more breaths, Wen Hao escaped from the blood mist space, and then did not dare to stop at all, and rushed straight to the entrance of the Blood God Palace ruins.

Rumble.

After escaping for a while, Wen Hao suddenly felt that the entire Blood God Palace ruins were shaken, and then a shocking aura rose from behind him.

This breath is not in a hurry for the demon god clone of the Niu clan, but it is far from any martial saint he has ever seen

"Wuzun!"

Wen Hao probably guessed the strength of this blood shadow.

"Martial Zun, stronger than Martial Saint, Xiao Chao will definitely not be able to compete!"

Wen Hao thought so in his heart, and couldn't help but glance back.

Because there is no blood mist and no obstruction of vision, although there is a long distance, Wen Hao can still see clearly.

At this glance, Wen Hao saw that a human figure had already condensed on the tip of the Blood Demon Knife.

This person was wearing a blood-stained red robe outside, with black hair scattered behind his head, eyebrows into the sideburns, hooked nose, baby's lips, and two beams of blood shot out of his slender eyes, staring at Wen Hao.

After making eye contact with this person, Wen Hao only felt dry and cold, and the blood in his body seemed to be coagulated.

This person's killing machine is really too strong.

This mysterious man in a blood robe stared at Wen Hao, and there was still blood and qi fluctuating violently on his body, and he even stretched out his hand and grabbed the tip of the Blood Demon Knife.

Because it only has the tip of a knife, it resembles a dagger after being held in the hand of the blood-robed mysterious person.

Snort.

On the tip of the Blood Demon Knife, the blood suddenly swallowed.

Rumble.

In an instant, the entire ruins of the Blood God Palace were hit with a blood-colored thunderbolt.

Oh.

After the blood-colored thunderbolt flickered, a lifetime of roars sounded in the ruins of the Blood God Palace, and the disciples of the Blood God Palace who were crazy about martial arts let out a heart-rending cry, and then rushed over even more frantically.

This time, they didn't even attack each other anymore, just to get to the tip of the Blood Demon Knife as quickly as possible.

Bang.

A disciple of the Demented Blood God Palace, who had already reached the range of the blood mist, flew towards the tip of the Blood Demon Knife for a short time, and his body exploded, and then turned into a blood cloud and flew over, directly swallowed by the tip of the Blood Demon Knife.

Seeing this, Wen Hao was even more frightened, and a layer of cold sweat broke out in his head.

didn't even touch it, and the body fell apart directly, this scene was too weird, Wen Hao was not afraid.

As a result, Wen Hao escaped faster, and even performed three shocking kills in the air, occasionally bursting out of 1o degrees.

The blood-robed mysterious man holding the tip of the Blood Demon Knife looked at Wen Hao, and the blood in his eyes was uncertain, as if he was thinking about mystery.

But not long after, the blood-robed mysterious man's right hand, which held the tip of the Blood Demon Sword, swung forward slightly.

Airplanes.

There was a slight buzzing sound in the space, and a blood-colored blade of light came out from the tip of the Blood Demon Knife, piercing through the clouds and waves, and galloping in the direction of Xiao Chao.

As he flew, the energy of this blood-colored blade was released, becoming bigger and stronger, as if he was still absorbing the huge energy between heaven and earth while flying.

As the blood-colored blade became larger and larger, it soon turned into a kilometer in size, stretching between heaven and earth, as if it was about to cut the entire Blood God Palace ruins in half.

In Wen Hao's eyes, there were only two things left in the ruins of the Blood God Palace at this moment, one was that it was getting closer and closer, as if it was filling the entire space; The other thing is his little life.

But soon, his little life will be wiped out by the blade in front of him.

It's just that at the same time, Wen Hao has some situations.

Although the attack in front of him was strong, the strength of the attack was not yet to the extent that the Heavenly Martial God clone used the Cave Heaven Finger.

In other words, this attack does not have the power of Wuzun.

Thinking of the bloody robe mystery man just flicking the tip of the Blood Demon Knife lightly, Wen Hao suddenly understood.

The blood-robed mystery man simply despised him, thinking that it was not worth spending too much strength to kill him with a single blow.

"It's not as powerful as Martial Venerable, but even so, I can't stop it, the martial arts scroll of the Martial Saint in my hand and the life-saving moves left by the Heavenly Martial God have all been used!"

At this time, Wen Hao felt the preciousness of this kind of thing.

Dark Abyss.

Seeing that the blood-colored blade was in front of him, Wen Hao didn't have time to think about it, and directly drilled into the blood-colored space.

Appeared directly in the depths of the dark abyss, and then Wen Hao saw a blood-colored light blade also rushing into the dark abyss.

(End of chapter)