Rumble!

A figure shot out from the sea of blood and stood in the air, it was the Netherworld Ancestor who had just been blasted into the Netherworld Blood Sea by Sun Wukong with his fist.

At this moment, the blood robe of the Netherworld Ancestor has been shattered, revealing a delicate blood god inner armor, and half of Sun Wukong's fist just now has been blocked by this blood god inner armor.

Not more than half of the strength remained, but it also left a trace of blood on the corner of the Netherworld Ancestor's mouth.

All the clansmen of the Blood Sea Clan, their faces changed at this moment, and their hearts were nervous, their ancestors were actually injured, this Monkey King is really powerful.

"Sure enough, there is no vanity under the fame, Sun Wukong, I underestimated you, and next, I will use all my strength to express my respect for you!"

The Netherworld Ancestor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burst out with a cloud of red light, and immediately the endless power of the sea of blood merged into the Netherworld Ancestor's body, repairing the ancestor's injuries, and in an instant, the breath of the Netherworld Ancestor returned to its peak.

It has been rumored in the outside world that the sea of blood does not dry up, and the netherworld does not die, but today it seems that this is indeed the case, this old guy was born from the sea of blood, and has established a strong connection with the sea of blood, and can call on the power of this endless sea of blood anytime and anywhere, which is a headache.

The next moment, the Netherworld Ancestor shook his arms, and immediately countless Blood God Son clones were summoned out of the void by the Netherworld Ancestor, and in an instant, the number of Blood God Sons was already hundreds of millions, covering the sky and the sun, to be precise, it was 480 million Blood God Sons!

The strength of each Blood God Son is about at the Earth Immortal level, and only a very small number of Blood God Sons have the strength of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and there are three leading Blood God Sons, and their strength is actually the realm of Da Luo.

Looking at this huge army of blood gods, Sun Wukong swallowed his saliva, there are more ants and they can gnaw to death, don't look at the strength of these blood gods, together, quantitative changes cause qualitative changes, the power is unimaginable, and the old guy's trick is too perverted.

"Go!"

The Netherworld Ancestor gave an order, and the 480 million Blood God Son clones pounced on Sun Wukong one by one with hideous faces and fangs and claws.

"The wind is coming!"

Sun Wukong used the method of wind control, and the nine wind dragons surrounded and guarded, opened the mouths of all the incoming blood gods, swallowed them into their bodies, and then crushed the blood gods with a strong wind in their bodies.

However, the number of Blood God Sons is too much, and the Nine Wind Dragons can't resist it at all, and there are still a large number of Blood God Sons who break through the defense line of the Wind Dragon and go straight to Sun Wukong.

At the same time, those blood god sons who were swallowed by the wind dragon in their stomachs, before they shattered, would burst out with the power of the blood sea, constantly shaking the wind dragon, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the nine wind dragons would be superimposed by the power of these blood seas, and finally detonated.

And with the support of the Netherworld Blood Sea, those dead blood god sons, in a moment, will be resurrected and reborn, summoned from the void by the Netherworld Ancestor, and continue to impact Sun Wukong, and so on, except for the saint, no one can parry.

Those blood god sons who broke through the defense line of the wind dragon, before they could get close to Sun Wukong, they were incinerated by a large cloud of golden invincible flames, it was the king of all fires, fighting to defeat the flames.

At this moment, Dou defeated the fire god Zhu Rong, controlled the divine fire, and with a wave of his hand, he could incinerate thousands of blood gods, and establish a second line of defense in front of Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's supernatural skills are so strong, and there are many types, which greatly surprised the Netherworld Ancestor's expectations, as soon as the 480 million blood god sons came out in the past, the quasi-saint realm also had to turn around and run, and under the quasi-saint, he died in an instant.

Today, this Monkey King can resist 480 million blood god sons with his supernatural powers for such a long time, which impresses the Netherworld Ancestor.

In the next second, the Netherworld Ancestor also turned into an ordinary blood god son, blended into Sun Wukong's side, found the opportunity, brandished the double swords of Yuan Tu and Ah Nose, and stabbed Sun Wukong.

The Netherworld Ancestor has also learned to be smart, you only have one fragment, Lao Tzu has two swords, I will poke you in different places, see how you defend it!

With the sharpness of the double swords of Yuan Tu and Ah Bi, Sun Wukong naturally did not dare to resist, and immediately put away the golden hoop stick, showed the Absolute Immortal Sword and the Killing Immortal Sword, sword against sword, and stood with the Netherworld Ancestor.

The endless blood god son crossed the wind dragon and the fight to defeat the flame, and came to Sun Wukong's side to blow himself up, although the individual strength was small, he couldn't stand the large number, so that Sun Wukong was tired of coping, and began to parry the attack of the Netherworld Ancestor.

"Twelve Ancestral Witches, swallow these damn blood god sons for me! Let them die completely!"

In a hurry, Sun Wukong roared and released the battle flags of the twelve gods.

As soon as the twelve battle flags appeared, they circled and flew in all directions of Sun Wukong, manifesting the phantoms of the twelve ancestral witches, these ancestral witches saw the blood gods around them, and immediately grabbed them, and then swallowed them in their mouths, after swallowing hundreds of blood gods, they felt that it was too difficult to grasp them with their hands, and they opened their mouths and swallowed these blood gods directly.

Well?

After swallowing the Blood God Son, Sun Wukong clearly felt the phantom of the twelve ancestral witches, and it became more and more condensed, and this effect was much better than the effect of his usual use of ancestral witch breath.

It seems that the power of this sea of blood is a great supplement for the twelve ancestors.

In fact, Sun Wukong didn't know that when the body of the great god Pangu fell, the main essence blood in his body turned into the twelve ancestral witches, but the dirty blood in the umbilical cord fell into the netherworld and turned into the netherworld blood sea.

Therefore, the phantom of the twelve ancestral witches manifested by the twelve heavenly gods and battle flags, after swallowing these blood gods, the twelve ancestral witches have greatly increased their magical power, if they can suck this netherworld blood sea dry, it is estimated that these twelve ancestral witches can be resurrected collectively.

Oh, it turns out that the fate is here! Okay, very good, dear Netherworld Ancestor, quickly contribute all of your blood god sons, Lao Tzu wants them all!

Under Sun Wukong's intentional control, the twelve Heavenly God Battle Banners began to expand their range, absorbing more and more Blood God Sons, and the figures of the twelve ancestral witches can already leave the battle flag, and within a radius of 100 meters of the battle flag, move freely, and the phantom of each ancestor witch already has the breath of a high-level Daluo monk.

How could this Monkey King have the Twelve Heavenly Gods Battle Banner in Chi You's hand! Isn't this thing the treasure of the Wu Clan, how can he play so slippery as a demon clan?

The Netherworld Ancestor almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and after his blood god son was swallowed by the Ancestral Witch manifested by the Twelve Heavenly Gods' Battle Banner, he immediately cut off contact with himself, seeing that the more the Twelve Ancestors ate, the more they could eat, the stronger they became, the Netherworld Ancestor was so angry, why didn't he kill you foodies!

The Netherworld Ancestor was not sure how many Blood God Sons these Ancestral Witches could absorb to reach the limit, and at the moment, these foodies could continue to eat, the Nether Ancestor hurriedly withdrew his magical powers, scattered the remaining Blood God Sons, and swept away his divine sense, and after calculating, his body trembled, and in just a short time, there were 80 million Blood God Sons who were swallowed by these damn Ancestral Witch Phantoms!

It's a full 80 million! Lao Tzu wants to re-refine so many blood gods, if there is no day or night, it will take at least 1,800 years, and the Netherworld Ancestor is so ruthless in his heart.

On the other hand, Sun Wukong, with a satisfied smile, at this moment, the twelve ancestral witches can already leave the battle flag at a distance of thousands of meters, standing respectfully behind Sun Wukong, every ancestral witch has the aura of Da Luo's high level, infinitely close to the top of Da Luo.

Gather the power of the twelve ancestors and witches and strike a blow together, which can threaten the quasi-saint.

Now that he is fighting hand-to-hand with the Netherworld Ancestor, it must be quite sour to let the Twelve Ancestors find the opportunity to give the Netherworld Ancestor a shot.

"Sun Wukong, are you a demon or a witch?"

The Netherworld Ancestor was a little dazed, and he came up and asked.

"Hehe, I won't tell you. ”

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, which made the Netherworld Ancestor even more annoyed when he saw it.