"It's not open here, why can't I come?"

The Seven Killing Ancestor Ha Lu Ha laughed, his voice was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl in the middle of the night, which was extremely terrifying.

Hearing his voice, Fang Wuji and Wan Changsheng were okay to say, while the three elders of the Extreme Fire Sect were all covering their ears in pain, and there were faint traces of blood oozing from their fingers.

"As long as I plow the sky and comb, anyone who dares to stand in front of me is my enemy! My enemies will die! ”

Taking a deep breath, Wan Changsheng also said extremely toughly.

At this time, he has to take a tough stance.

In the face of Fang Wuji, the reason why he compromised was because Fang Wuji was still relatively easy to get along with, and he was induced by interests to avoid unnecessary disputes.

And in the face of the Seven Killing Ancestors, Wan Changsheng had no other choice.

This man is fierce, and there is only one battle!

Of course, it would be best to threaten him to hand over the plough comb.

"Xiao Wanzi, don't be rampant, I know that it is useful for you to plow the sky and comb, but my old man wants this snow mountain goddess, and it is also useful for me."

"The goddess of the Snow Mountain is the lover of the blood wolf back then, if I want to achieve the Great Dao, I must finally see through the blood moon, with such an opportunity, I naturally will not miss it."

"You're going to fight! That's the battle! If you don't fight, you will get away! ”

"My old man hates you guys the most good-looking, a big man, born like a girl!"

The Seven Killing Ancestor said slowly, looking fearless.

At this time, his big white bone hand was already in control of the blood ball.

Wugensensen's bone fingers are like a demonic domain, even if the blood ball struggles desperately, it can't break free at all.

"I don't care if you want the goddess of the snow mountain, plow the sky and comb it for me!"

Wan Changsheng rose into the air and stood opposite him, his voice cold to the extreme.

At this time, Wan Changsheng, the boundless map of ten thousand beasts surrounded his body, like a mighty young general, and his soldiers were the group of ice demon wolves.

And Fang Wuji was standing on the ground at this time, and a bright light suddenly appeared in his hand, which was to send the three juniors out of the city for a long distance.

He's nothing to do now.

Anyway, he has already obtained the blue flame and cold flame, and he has no obstacle to the plough comb and the goddess of the snow mountain, and he sits on the mountain and watches the tiger fight.

Hearing Wan Changsheng's words, the Seven Killing Ancestor smiled contemptuously again, "Okay." When I thoroughly understand the secret of the goddess of the snow-capped mountain, it doesn't hurt to reward you with the plow. ”

He was born a dwarf, and his heart was abnormally extreme, even if he became a martial saint, his temperament not only did not converge, but intensified.

If it weren't for the alliance with the Martial Saints, he would most likely turn this Blood Moon Continent into a dead domain.

And now, in the face of Wan Changsheng, he is most disgusted with this kind of little white face, and he naturally has difficulties in his heart.

"Seven kills, you're too much!"

Wan Changsheng shouted, unable to hold back any longer.

In this case, reasoning is obviously impossible, and there is only one war!

War!

With a wave of his big hand, the boundless light of all beasts flickered, and from that whirlpool, giant beasts appeared again.

Demon Wolf, Giant Serpent, Saber-toothed Tiger, Flame Lion......

One powerful demon beast after another, forming a neat phalanx, like a well-trained army.

In the face of the Seven Killing Ancestors, Wan Changsheng didn't dare to be careless, and immediately released all the most powerful races sealed by the Ten Thousand Beasts Boundless Map.

One after another, the demon beasts all looked up to the sky and roared, making a deafening roar, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were faintly trembling.

"Humph!"

"Carving insect skills!"

The Seven Killing Ancestor snorted coldly, took a big mouth, and a mighty stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The endless blood water, filled with an extreme fishy stench, surrounded his body, like a flood that had broken the embankment, and in less than a few breaths, it formed a pool of blood dozens of zhang square.

Moreover, the area of this blood pool is still expanding rapidly at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this pool of blood, many giant beasts showed fear in their eyes.

Demon beasts are already more sensitive than human senses, and from this pool of blood, they sense the breath of death, and they don't dare to act rashly at all.

"The beast breaks the sky!"

Wan Changsheng couldn't wait any longer, and shouted, and a ray of light condensed in his hand, forming a magic seal, frantically urging the beasts.

Under such urging, the behemoths went berserk en masse.

Ice Demon Wolf, Three-Headed Giant Serpent, Saber-toothed Tiger, Flame Lion...... Cold, venom, golden light, and fire sprayed like they didn't want money, surging towards the sea of blood.

Such a battle can be called earth-shattering.

The rumbling sound couldn't stop sounding, and the energy escaped in all directions, turning the snow-capped mountains into devastation.

In a battle at the Martial Saint level, every blow contains endless power, which can simply destroy the world.

Bang!

All the energy, after a brief contact, collided together, producing an effect similar to the explosion of a nuclear weapon.

A huge blood-colored cloud suddenly rose, and the sky seemed to be torn open a big hole.

And this kind of energy collision is just an appetizer for the two Martial Saint-level powerhouses.

It's just that the accumulated power in their hands collided, and the real battle between the two hadn't started yet.

"Xiao Wanzi, you can't help me, the sea of blood of the ancestor, there are tens of thousands of unjust souls, which are condensed by the essence and blood of tens of thousands of people, and they are eternal and immortal, come, I want to see how much ability you have?"

Seven Kills Yoyo said, with endless mockery in the business.

"You!"

Wan Changsheng gritted his teeth, a trace of fierceness appeared in his eyes, and he was also relieved.

By this time, he even had desperate thoughts in his heart.

Every martial saint powerhouse is an extremely arrogant existence, and his dignity cannot be trampled on.

Even if the other party is also a martial saint powerhouse, it can't be done at all!

"Incense concentrating!"

Wan Changsheng shouted again, and ten thousand golden lights suddenly appeared in the air, and each golden light faintly transformed into a figure.

And with his movements, in this snowy mountain, a strong medicinal fragrance suddenly appeared.

The fragrance is overflowing, and the fragrance is tangy, like a Dan field for 10,000 people to alchemy.

The strong Dan Qi even formed a vision of a tiger standing on a dragon plate in mid-air, and the momentum was extremely powerful.

Seeing this scene, the Seven Killing Ancestor's pupils shrank, and he sneered again, "Heh, luck competition? Even though you have a lot of people in Changshengtian, I am not a vegetarian in the 100,000 sons of Sin City! ”

Rumble!

The aura of the Seven Killing Ancestors suddenly dissipated.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Seven blood-red characters suddenly appeared in the air, like seven sharp long swords, pointing straight at the sky.

And with the appearance of these seven words, in mid-air, an extremely sharp aura suddenly appeared, as if it was shocked by the murderous aura, and the power of the incense of Wan Changsheng was emitting a faint tremor, as if he was extremely afraid of this murderous aura.

Every martial saint powerhouse has his own believers.

Although these believers have great trust in the strong man they worship and believe that he is the most powerful god, they have also heard of other gods.

There is no doubt that the Daimyo of the Seven Killings, in the minds of everyone in the Blood Moon Continent, is definitely an extremely murderous and powerful existence.

"Life is like the sea!"

Wan Changsheng's clothes were windless and automatic, and the neat hair that was originally taken care of was even more scattered with the wind, flying behind his head, and his hands formed one magic seal after another, little by little golden light, gathering in his hands, gradually forming a pill-shaped ball of energy.

This energy ball, the size of an adult's head, has a golden light all over its body, and there are faint Dan patterns flashing on it.

One, two...... Three ...... Five ......

The Dan pattern gradually increased, and after reaching the most luan, eight Dan patterns were finally formed, but the ninth was never able to be conceived.

With the strength of Wan Changsheng, the eight Dan patterns are already the limit.

You must know that this elixir is not an entity, but is condensed by the power of faith of countless believers, and the energy is extremely pure.

If the ninth Dan pattern can be formed, it only means one thing, that is, Wan Changsheng has reached the supreme realm of the Martial Saint, and he can break through the sky and soar at any time.

At the same time, this elixir is also Wan Changsheng's strongest blow!

He was desperate!

If Su Han was here, he would definitely be stunned and couldn't say a word.

The incident caused by himself made the three Martial Saint powerhouses gather here, and it made the two Martial Saints fall into a desperate situation.

……

In the face of the threat brought by Wan Changsheng, the Seven Killing Ancestors did not dare to be careless.

Although the language was repeatedly sarcastic, his heart was also quite dignified, as the martial saint of the Immortal Heaven, there was no doubt that Wan Changsheng's strength was also quite strong.

"Kill the sky!"

"Seven killings in one, I am the god of killing!"

With a cold roar to the extreme, the seven blood-red killing characters suddenly condensed together, surrounding the body of the Seven Killing Ancestor.

A long sword, gradually taking shape.

A set of blood-red armor gradually took shape.

The Seven Killing Ancestor stepped out in one step, and this set of blood-colored armor was put on him.

Although his body was small, like a child, as soon as he put on this set of armor, his whole person expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an inflated balloon, and in a few breaths, he turned into a giant with a height of nearly ten zhang.

In all fairness, for his height, the Seven Kills Ancestor has always been haunted by it.

The reason why he created this trick and made himself this look is because of his inferiority complex deep down.

"Kill!"

Wearing battle armor and a long sword in both hands, the Seven Killing Ancestor exhaled and slashed a sword!

This sword is like a miracle!

A light that penetrated the sky illuminated the entire sky, and the rules of the long sword's operation were like an extremely thick blood-colored lightning, slashing towards Wan Changsheng's head at an extremely fast speed.

There was a trace of ruthlessness in Wan Changsheng's eyes, and with a flick of his fingertips, he quickly ejected the elixir and found the tip of the sword with great accuracy.

Rumble!

Unbeatable explosions.

There was darkness in the heavens and the earth.

It's like the scene of the end of the world.

The earth has been cracked and existed for thousands of years, and I don't know how thick the underground ice layer is like paper paste, and there is a raging earth fire, straight out, rising a thick black smoke.

Not far away, a thousand-zhang high snow-capped mountain was probably affected by the energy of the blood-colored long sword, almost from the middle, like cutting tofu, it was divided into two, and the fractures were neatly organized, forming a thousand-zhang cliff.

This strongest blow bombarded together, Wan Changsheng did not move an inch, and the same was true for the Seven Killing Ancestors.

The two glanced at each other, their eyes meeting in mid-air, and their fighting intent became even stronger.

"Come again!"

With a loud roar, the Seven Killing Ancestor held a long sword in his hand, and his feet flew, like a general charging into battle, and rushed forward again.