Rumble!!!

The huge Tianluo clan was entangled in a blood-colored force, and was forcibly lifted up by Yang Zhen and smashed into another piece of land.

The earthquake trembled, and countless Tianluo clans showed shocked expressions, followed by angry shouts.

They couldn't believe that a human with a golden lotus could defeat the people of the Heavenly Gate Realm.

Covered in blood, Yang Zhen's silence was in stark contrast to the Tianluo clan in the clouds.

The dragon fights in the wild, Yang Zhen at this moment seems to be not only a physical cultivation human, but also a dragon with terrifying bloodlines among demons, in the face of tidal malice, his blood-stained mouth let out a low dragon groan.

The dragon's groans burst into bursts, and then resounded through the sky, and in an instant, all the anger of the Tianluo clan was suppressed by this vast dragon might.

Shirtless, Yang Zhen looked up at the aliens looking up in all directions, and let out an angry roar.

"Come again!"

"Look for death!"

The three pairs of eyes of an almost 100-foot Tianluo clan revealed killing intent and anger, and he jumped directly into the clouds and landed in the center of the earth, the spiritual treasure above his six arms flashed with light, and instantly defeated the hundreds of thousands of physical cultivation troops in the distance.

"Mole ants, dare to regret the sky!"

"Die!"

The phantom of the giant axe roared down, if it weren't for the fact that the void of this world was too stable, this axe would inevitably split the void, so that Yang Zhen couldn't even see it.

But at this moment, the roar of the blood-colored dragon made Yang Zhen rush into the sky with the giant axe.

The pride of the dragon genus covered Yang Zhen's body with countless blood-colored scales, turning into blood-red armor, and with the blessing of the majestic qi and blood in his body, a pair of flesh and blood fists slammed into the blade of the axe.

The scales flew apart, but Yang Zhen took the power of this blow hard, and countless heaven and earth spiritual qi in the void surged in, repairing half of his broken body.

This is the terrifying thing about physical cultivation, the efficiency of blood rebirth is vividly displayed in them, almost between breaths, Yang Zhen fully recovered.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Above the clouds, countless Tianluo clans were roaring, endless malice shrouded Yang Zhen's body, and the army of monks in the distance had already collapsed, wailing in a pool of blood.

At this moment, this young man is facing a whole world.

His silence made the thunder roar above the clouds, and in the midst of this fierce battle, he was breaking through, in the realm of the Infinite Heavenly Gate after all.

The blood-colored flower condensed behind him, and a heavenly gate quietly emerged.

"Kill him!"

"What are you doing?"

"Kill this human."

The earth is desolate and dilapidated, the sky is white and white, and the people of the Tianluo tribe are like judges who judge evil, shouting for Yang Zhen's death.

"Come again!" The dragon chant shook the earth, suppressing all the voices, and at this moment, fear spread in the eyes of these Tianluo clans.

They don't understand how this human race broke through, and they don't understand, at this moment.

What is the reason for the blood-stained ant to grab the Lingbao long sword blade belonging to the Tianluo clan with the palm of flesh and blood, and let it not move.

The face of the Tianluo clan on the battlefield changed, he was a little flustered and dazed, this human who obviously only opened half of the gate of heaven, why did his strength change so much all of a sudden?

Not only that, the blood-red armor on the other party's body was falling off, and a new pair of dragon scale armor was covering.

Even if it was the edge of the spirit treasure, on the armor, it could only leave a shallow blood mark.

Far away, Zhang Qing's eyes showed surprise.

"Unexpectedly, the bloodline has evolved."

He was a little unsure why, as a physical cultivation, it was still different from the physical cultivation system of the people in the world, without the effect of the true dragon blood, he actually marched from the giant dragon bloodline to the true dragon bloodline.

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Although it was only half a step away, it was not the real dragon bloodline, but it still made Yang Zhen nearly ten times stronger.

Such a means of making something out of nothing, Zhang Qing can only think of the reason on that [meaning].

"The power of [Yi] should be a kind of hope, a kind of power that can burst out with a glimmer of hope no matter what kind of desperate situation it is."

"As for the evolution of the True Dragon Bloodline, it should be...... Vestige. ”

The geese have left traces, the wind has left a sound, everything in the world will leave traces in every move, and the real dragon is no exception.

The traces left by the true dragon species are like a kind of inheritance factor, which is remembered by heaven and earth.

The world remembered this trace, so when it was needed, it was traced back and used on this Yang Zhen's body.

And all this is because of the 'fairness' of this world.

Rumble!!!

Sting!

A bloody arm was torn off from the body of the Tianluo clan by Yang Zhen, and he was crumbling, bathed in the hot fresh blood of the Tianluo clan, and there was endless tranquility in his heart.

He knew he was going to die, but he was still not afraid of what was in front of him.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

In the clouds, more Tianluo clans were roaring, and the six pupils of the Tianluo clan, who only had five arms left, were red, and in anger, he waved the spirit treasure at all costs and killed Yang Zhen.

However, when the balance was already tilted, there was no possibility of his victory, and Yang Zhen was bathed in blood and became more and more comfortable.

With a deafening roar, the land was in complete ruins, and it would not be long before a huge lake would appear here.

Perhaps, because of the blood of these strong people, many spiritual resources will evolve and be born, and even rare ones may not be known.

The tall Tianluo clan was used as a giant hammer by Yang Zhen and threw it towards the countless Tianluo clansmen on the clouds.

The more powerful Tianluo clan waved his hand and caught the clansman who had lost six arms, and then looked at Yang Zhen with cold and bloodthirsty eyes.

Six eyes, capable of allowing him to show enough anger.

"Is that the next one for you?"

Yang Zhen's voice was hoarse, by now, he was already the limit of the limit, surpassing himself again and again, breaking through the limit, if it weren't for that will to support him, he would have been crushed into mud.

"Kill him!"

Around, the scattered Tianluo clan was still shouting, but most of the Tianluo clan people were infinitely cold.

They lost their initial arrogance and became silent, and in this depression, a terrifying figure, carrying the might of the Tianluo clan, walked downward.

Cultivation and strength, he completely crushed all the previous Yang Zhen's opponents.

This was destined to be a crush, just raising his hand, covered with rich energy, the cultivation of the five heavenly gates blasted Yang Zhen into the depths of the earth.

"Hehe......"

In the crack, Yang Zhen got up, blood gurgling from his body.

He looked weakly, but mockingly, at the three-headed, six-armed giant, his eyes like a dragon looking down on an ant.

Rumble!

was blasted away again, no matter how powerful he was, he would not suddenly become the same existence as the three poles, he had already reached the true limit.

Standing on the earth, Yang Zhen looked at the Luo people ruthlessly, quietly waiting for the shadow of death.

A shadow covered his face, and his blurred eyes looked at the sky, the tall Tianluo clan, blocked by another small body.

Dressed in white like snow, Zhang Qing stood in the void, looking at this Tianluo tribesman coldly, and the moment he raised his hand, the crimson flames instantly turned into a roaring dragon, engulfing the other party.

A perfect cultivator has always had only four great realms.

The flames engulfed the Tianluo clan, and Zhang Qing stood with his hands in his hands, just standing quietly in the void, looking at the countless Tianluo clansmen above the clouds.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are silent.