The two kings shot at the same time, and the entire hall, even the entire ancestral mountain, was shaking, and there was a terrifying power there, and the power of the king was permeating, spreading out mightily.

In the small world, many living beings raised their heads at this time and looked in the direction of the ancestral mountain with some horror.

They knew that several kings had arrived here at the same time today, but they didn't expect to fight.

"Queen Mother, Father, they'll be fine, right?" Somewhere in the small world, a young Tibetan antelope looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

The beautiful woman smiled softly: "Don't worry, they are all measured, and nothing will happen." ”

But when she looked at Zushan, a trace of worry flashed in the depths of her eyes.

......

In the hall halfway up the ancestral mountain, Zang Lan made a move, wanting to stop the wolf king's blow.

But the next moment, a thin figure stood in front of him, raised a hand, and struck forward.

"You dare to stop me?" Zang Lan's eyes were as bright as magic lamps, looking at the thin figure.

The thin figure smiled lightly: "Everyone is a creature on the same land, why be angry, what is there to sit down and discuss." ”

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is helping the wolf king and wants to stop Zanglan.

The huge wolf claws tore through the heavens and the earth, and the rolling demonic qi surged overwhelmingly, bursting out with thousands of holy rays and rushing forward.

The ape held the stone stick empty-handed, ready for battle.

The other kings sat there silently, without any expression.

Ye Zichuan looked at the wolf king, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cruel arc.

This world, as expected, is still so realistic, as long as there is enough strength, it can suppress everything.

Just like Li Jing before, it was just a divine thought, which made several kings not even dare to breathe.

But as soon as he left with his front foot, someone on his back foot made a fuss at Ye Zichuan, completely ignoring the relationship and relationship between him and Li Jing before.

"Miscellaneous beast, do you really think I am some kind of soft persimmon?

The wolf king looked at him gloomily, and the light in his eyes was extremely cold.

The next moment, everyone's faces changed suddenly.

In Ye Zichuan's body, a boundless terrifying aura rushed out, and a blood-colored ocean surged out, submerging the entire hall, the entire ancestral mountain, and even most of the small world in an instant.

This scene is too terrifying, a vast sea of blood emerges here, there is a terrifying breath in the permeats, hundreds of millions of rays of brilliance rush out of the sea of blood, brilliant, red-hazy, there is vigorous vitality boiling.

In Ye Zichuan's palm, there was a drop of red blood suspended there, like a red agate, and like a ruby, the blood-colored light was ten thousand ways, crystal bright, and diffused with an unparalleled momentum.

That blood-colored ocean was reflected by this drop of blood, submerging most of the small world.

This is the blood of a saint, even if it is only a drop, the power contained in it is by no means comparable to that of a king, and the existence of that realm can smash a mountain and river with a drop of blood, not just words.

The blood of the saint spilled down ten thousand holy rays, and the blood-colored light was swirling, and the huge wolf claw was shattered in the first place, and in front of the power of the saint, everything was vain.

The wolf king's face became extremely ugly, and the cold in his heart was rising, and his whole body was hairy.

He sensed a great danger, enough to threaten his life and death!

None of them thought that there would be such an anti-heaven thing as the blood of a saint on Ye Zichuan's body, let alone holding it in the hands of ordinary monks, even if it was just a little closer, it would be crushed into slag by the saint's qi.

They really didn't know how Ye Zichuan held this drop of holy blood in his hands.

Ye Zichuan's eyes were cold, he looked at the wolf king, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Miscellaneous beast, are you taking a look?"

"Persecuted by me again and again, do you really think I can't kill you? What are you in front of the blood of a saint?"

The wolf king's face was blue and purple, and the killing intent in his heart had climbed to the extreme.

As the king of this land, when has he ever been reprimanded like this? not even the strongest mastiff king.

But now, a monk who was several realms lower than him said that he was a miscellaneous beast, but he didn't dare to refute it yet.

I'm afraid that as soon as he opens his mouth to fight back the next moment, Ye Zichuan will immediately urge the blood of the saint and kill him!

He had never been so aggrieved and so humiliated for a moment as he was now!

"Boy......" As soon as he spoke, Ye Zichuan made a move.

Boom!

A bloody light flew out of the blood of the saint, directly knocking him out and slamming it on the wall of the main hall.

"Poof!" the wolf king spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his chest collapsed.

The power of the saint is irresistible, even if it is just a drop of blood, it is definitely not something he can resist.

His fists clenched together, his nails almost digging into his palms.

There was an infinite murderous intent stirring in his chest, when had he ever been humiliated like this? He had always been the only one who tortured and killed others, but now he was forced by a junior like this, and the situation before and after changed too quickly, and in the blink of an eye, an ant that could be manipulated by him turned into a giant elephant that was enough to kill him!

The rest of the kings also looked at Ye Zichuan in horror, and their hearts were cold.

What kind of creation has this kid gotten that he can even get the blood of a saint?

Ye Zichuan's eyes looked at the thin king, and his eyes were not good.

"This little brother, no, this big brother ......" The thin king smiled bitterly, squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and was about to cry: "It's me who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, it's my dog's eyes, no, don't look down on people with donkey eyes, you have a lot of adults, don't take it to heart." ”

It's hard to imagine that a dignified king would say such a thing, without a bit of kingly demeanor, much worse than the others.

Zang Lan glanced at Ye Zichuan deeply, and said: "Brother Ye, this is the ancestral mountain after all, can you look at my face......"

Ye Zichuan looked at him: "I will naturally give the patriarch's face, but some people are too inch-inch, and they coerce me again and again, this breath, if you are the patriarch, can the patriarch swallow it?"

A wry smile appeared on Zang Lan's face, knowing that once Ye Zichuan made a move, he would definitely not give up easily.

Just like facing the third general, once you make a move, it will be a thunder kill, and there will definitely be no aftermath.

The Wolf King's face was gloomy and almost dripping, and Zang Lan looked at him: "You should have heard what Little Brother Ye said, do you still need me to teach you how to do it?"

The wolf king stared at Ye Zichuan deadly, almost squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "What does Little Brother Ye want?"

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