It's a jade talisman.

As it was rapidly breaking through the air, a blood light rose up, and a terrifying aura surged out like a tide, rushing towards the old guy with an overwhelming momentum.

It is the jade talisman handed down from the ancestors of the eight-armed demon spider clan.

At that time, the Heavenly Spirit Snake Emperor had said that the power contained in it was enough to severely damage a master of the Nine Heavens of the Imperial Dao.

And this old guy himself said that he himself is not yet a quasi-saint.

Syllable.

In the midst of this lightning and flint, the jade talisman suddenly shattered.

A drop of blood suddenly appeared.

That's right, it's a drop of blue blood, the size of a soybean grain, but the suffocating and terrifying coercion comes from it.

Blood of a saint!

Yang Yifan had seen the drop of the essence blood of the Yaksha Sage, so he immediately recognized it, but he didn't expect that there was a drop of the blood of the Sage sealed in this jade talisman.

But this power is still a lot worse than the Yaksha Sage's essence blood, perhaps because there is no saint's will in this drop of blue blood, it should just be used to leave a killer weapon for future generations.

Damn it.

The old guy kept scolding in his heart, he only hated that he hadn't taken action to abolish Yang Yifan earlier, but he never dreamed that Yang Yifan would have a jade talisman sealed with the blood of a saint on his body.

Although he felt it very clearly, this drop of holy blood should have been handed down from ancient times, and its power had weakened a lot, but no matter how it weakened, it was all saint essence blood.

At this moment, he was already using all the means, the strongest divine power exploded, all the defensive treasures on his body were used, and even when he was promoted to the quasi-saint, he comprehended the rules of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

But it doesn't work at all.

Where the blue blood passed, the spiritual power was annihilated, the shield pierced, and the rules of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth were shattered, and when it reached the old guy, the drop of blue blood exploded, turned into a blood mist, and attached to him.

"Ahh ”

The terrible screams like killing pigs rang out, and the old guy's strong flesh and blood were like tofu scum at the moment, corroded into terrifying blood holes, and even the bones were shattered.

Pain.

It's a sharp pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Even his divine soul cracked, and the aura of the whole person continued to weaken.

But the process only lasted for a few breaths, but the old guy felt like countless years had passed, and his full mouth of teeth had been crushed.

"Little brute, I'm going to make your life worse than death, ah. ”

Although he suffered a heavy blow, he was still able to exert the strength of the sixth step of the Sendai Realm.

"Even if you are still a little higher than me, killing you as a traitor is like killing a chicken. ”

Yang Yifan had already been killed, his face was full of crazy killing intent, and with a wave of the crimson spear, a huge wave of blood directly appeared.

The waves broke out on the triple kill of the nine heavy kills.

Bang!

A huge explosion sounded, and the crimson spear shattered the ten-zhang palm print condensed by the old guy, and then stabbed him with a bang, and the frenzied force contained in it instantly knocked his whole person away.

Boom.

Slammed to the ground, the old guy's face was completely distorted because of shame, he was able to be promoted to a quasi-saint, that proved his talent, but now that the high level was blown away by Yang Yifan, how could he be aggrieved?

"If it weren't for poisoning, you traitors would have been able to kill my War Clan ancestor?"

Grabbing the spear, Yang Yifan approached, because of anger, the battle intent and killing intent in his body had reached its peak, and the whole person looked like a demon god who had walked out of the ancient era.

"Little brute, look for death. ”

With a slap of his palm, the old guy's whole body jumped up, his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and the blood light instantly diffused, and there seemed to be a terrifying phantom of gods and demons screaming blood.

"Ten Thousand Demon Fist. ”

With a punch, the void collapsed, and the terrifying power crushed it.

"Shattered Star Fist. ”

Yang Yifan's left fist also roared, and the vision of the stars stained with blood rose in the sky.

Boom!

Before the fists smashed together, the surging power fluctuations were the first to collide violently, and a circle of ripples filled with the breath of death spread out rapidly, and the void had been completely shattered, forming a terrifying black hole, which was slowly recovering under the repair of the power of heaven and earth.

But before it could be completely healed, the space collapsed again.

Because those two fists collided violently between the lightning and flint.

"How is that possible?"

The old fellow's screams rang out suddenly, and he felt an irresistible force rushing over him, and in his incredulous gaze, with a click, there was a terrifying bone cracking sound in his right hand, and then bent and broken.

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal.

couldn't control it at all, his whole person instantly retreated, and every step back would leave a deep footprint on the ground, and in his mouth, a big mouthful of blood was gushing out.

Shout.

A piercing sound of breaking the air hit.

Before he could adjust, the old guy saw Yang Yifan, who vibrated the wings of the Demon God, arrived in front of him, and then there was a snap, a crisp sound came from his face, and five red finger prints appeared.

He was slapped in the face?

The old fellow's eyes widened, when had he ever suffered such a disgrace? You know, he was a quasi-saint in his heyday, and the people of the war clan were also polite to him, but now?

"This slap is for those dead predecessors of the War Clan. ”

"Ahh ”

With a roar of shame, the old man raised his left hand, trying to fight back.

But it didn't work.

A huge claw fell from the sky, breaking his left hand in an instant.

It's the Celestial Dragon's Splitting Claw.

Syllable.

The moment it was blocked, Yang Yifan's right hand fell on the old guy's face again, "This slap is for the heroes who died in battle one after another." ”

The old guy's whole person was directly retreated to the side by the huge fan, and his face was completely deformed, and he looked miserable and embarrassed to the extreme.

Pedaling.

Seeing Yang Yifan, who was covered in bloody aura and full of fighting intent, approached, he began to retreat, and a frightened look had appeared in his eyes, this momentum made him suddenly think of the war king of the year, who was also so domineering and so crazy and domineering.

"Old Zamao, what about your arrogance before? What about your arrogance before? Aren't you going to kill all the people of the war clan? Come on. ”

Yang Yifan has completely fallen into a state of madness.

"Little brute. ”

With a loud scolding, a powerful power fluctuation suddenly erupted from the old guy's body, and he was burning his soul.

Do you want to be desperate?

At this time, Yang Yifan was not afraid of anything, the red spear was raised, the fierce aura was sheng, the wings of the demon god vibrate, and he killed it again.

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