"Whew!"

"Ahh

Temple of Heaven, Lingtai.

The rolling blood mist was like a sea of blood churning, and the majestic true dragon seemed to feel the threat in the sea of blood and not just roared. Within a radius of more than ten miles, except for a very small number of people, the vast majority of people had already fallen to their knees under Long Wei's suppression. Is it a coincidence, or it is also the will of heaven to make people, at this time, this scene is in response to Xia Xun's inscription in the Hanlin Academy: The dragon is eye-catching, and the mountains and beasts are crawling.

However, those who crawl will always be beasts.

The gods who stand proudly on the top of the firmament will never retreat because of the dragon's might.

Rolling blood mist, devouring the world, the terrible screams resounded for thousands of feet, and eight blood-colored phantoms surrounded the sword of the sky, looking at each other. At the core of the blood mist, a figure hundreds of feet tall was screaming, gradually converging and forming from the endless blood mist.

"That's a figure!"

"What a vicious scheming. ”

Looking at the giant condensed by the blood mist from afar, Xun Shangshu on the high platform couldn't help but show a cold color.

Today's events have begun to exceed his estimates, and may have exceeded the imagination of the Son of Heaven on the Xiushan Mountain in the Imperial Palace. After all, what Xia Xun hid in his body could no longer be explained by common sense, let alone measured by ordinary people's eyes.

In order to resurrect the souls of the dead, he actually refined his own grandson into a furnace carrier. How can there be such a hard-hearted person in this world!?"

Xun Shangshu trembled.

The look of the curtain god general might as well be more, and his blue face turned red, as if he was deeply ashamed of the actions of the great strategist in the north.

"Not only the ghost plot, except for the speechless Wentian who was forcibly embedded in the body of the Confucian Sage when Xia Xun was dying a year ago, the rest of the divine warrior battle souls were sealed under his flesh and blood along with the revenant soul. In other words, Xia Xun was nothing more than a furnace that these five saints had worked together to refine, a shell for the true host. They've been in cahoots for a long time!"

Xun Shangshu nodded stiffly.

And at this moment...

"Whew!"

The majestic dragon on the spiritual platform suddenly roared again!

And this sound is completely different from the previous dragon roars...

With the roar, a thunderbolt suddenly appeared above the nine heavens, and a rolling thunderbolt fell with a bang! The place where the thunder fell was the core of the monstrous blood mist!

The figure!

"Boom!"

"Ahh

Thunder fell, there was a "boom" explosion, and a terrible scream came from the core of the blood mist. With the prestige, past the obstacles of thousands of blood mist, wrapped in three hundred beast shadows, the demon god behind the little monk had already opened his eyes at some point!

Dazzling electricity, wisps of surging sparkle above the Heavenly Sword Shadow behind him and Mo Xian, even if it was shrouded in blood mist, it was extremely eye-catching. The thunder fell earlier, and the little monk's demon god battle spirit blasted away the thunder with a punch. And the green shirt on Xia Xun's body didn't know when it bloomed with a faint green glow, the green tendons of his whole body suddenly tightened like a steel wire, and his body was full of blood and qi like a big river gushing up, frantically devouring the demon god and the thunder and lightning energy on the giant sword and then merging into the huge human phantom behind him.

The terrible screams never stopped, and the pain made Xia Xun's hideous face even more terrifying, like a mad demon, like an evil ghost!

"Amitabha. ”

The little monk was compassionate and couldn't bear to recite the Buddha's name.

Of the more than 300 northerners, there were less than a few dozen people left who could still maintain their full spirit at this time, and most of their battle spirits were destroyed by Long Wei and blood mist to the verge of collapse, and they looked tired. Xia Hou, Bai Xiu, Lei Meng, Fat Monk and others were all shocked by Xia Xun's madness, but because the humanoid phantom under the firmament had already formed most of them, I believed that it would not be long before its lineup would be revealed to the world, so they did not dare to dissuade Xia Xun from giving up at this time, so they could only watch ruthlessly and endure it silently.

Mo Xian was the most insipid person, because Xia Xun was lying on his back, so he knew very well that Xia Xun was not in danger of his life at this time except for the extreme pain that he had to endure with his qi and blood.

And, he seems to have felt something...

"Ahh

The screams became more and more frenzied, and Xia Xun's eyes stared fiercely at the phantom behind him. The endless shock brought to him by the Eight Dao Battle Spirits was buried deep in his mind at this time, and it was no longer important. The most important thing now is that he wants to see clearly who this last humanoid battle spirit is!

"Whew!"

"Boom!"

"Sew!"

“......”

One blow is not successful, and the other blows are repeated.

The dragon roared, and the thunder of the nine heavens reappeared.

A note of thunder containing endless dragon power slammed down again!

And when this thunder finally fell on Xia Xun's body in the blood mist...

But suddenly the world was silent.

As the thunder fell, the screams stopped.

And the silence is only for a short time...

A moment later...

"Sewn"

A loud sound like a volcanic eruption resounded through the heavens and the earth!

A ray of light that was thousands of times more dazzling than thunder exploded in the core of the blood mist in an instant! Ten thousand zhang of blood light, like a round of rising red sun, instantly illuminated the darkness within a radius of hundreds of miles, and also reflected all the eyes that were staring at the blood mist with a stinging pain! As the blood light bloomed in the world, the rolling blood mist that was devouring the sky and the earth for several miles suddenly suddenly converged! In an instant, they seemed to have penetrated the laws of space, and silently and silently all of them were summed up in the core of the giant phantom.

Only a few breaths...

"Sha..."

The blood light gradually softened and was no longer so dazzling.

All the cultivators who could see it within a radius of a hundred miles endured the stinging pain and tried hard to open their eyelids and see the original place again.

"Who is this?"

"How so?"

When the eyes of all the people could see clearly again, and they could really see the phantom of the human figure formed by the convergence of endless blood, it was an absolutely impossible thought that came to everyone's hearts with countless questions.

As far as the eye can see, head northwest into the sky.

Miles of blood mist were washed away, and only the blood light shone brightly.

The source of brilliance, the scarlet blood is like a raging flame from endless firewood, exuding a formidable killing aura, and it has reached the supreme majesty that makes people want to bow down involuntarily. Thousands of feet of red flames, hundreds of towering figures, standing between heaven and earth! He held the Optimus Giant Sword behind Mo Xian in his right hand, and his left hand was lightly held on his waist, his feet were on the sky, and the sky above his head!

Like a god who reigns over the world!

But that's not the point...

The focus is on the face of the deity.

Although his thin face was tough, it still had the childishness of a teenager, and his closed eyes were calm and deep that could not be hidden. The long-sleeved green shirt accompanied by three thousand green silk fluttered in the wind, but it did not lose the gentle and elegant scholarly atmosphere in the rolling bloody atmosphere. His appearance is exactly the same as Xia Xun!

Same!

"Uh..."

"It's... Why did your grandfather seal you in his body?

"Ah Xun, are you okay?"

"Why are you looking for less?"

“......”

The shocking secret was finally revealed to the world at this moment.

But no one knows how to define such a truth that is completely out of consideration.

Confused thoughts entangled with all kinds of unconfidence solidified into extreme resistance, infarcted in the throat. The two important ministers of the imperial court on the spiritual platform were speechless, the two spectators in the Hanlin Courtyard thousands of miles away were indifferent, and the six old men on the Zhenwu Mountain thousands of miles away stared, and all the people who saw a battle spirit lineup here were speechless. Xia Xun did have a human soul sealed in his body, but this person was himself. This is a completely illogical logic. It is even more illogical than the logic that he hides eight world-shattering battle spirits. It's like you can't eat yourself, and you can't lift up your own reasoning. It is absolutely impossible for a person to be sealed in his own body, this is not a law but a law of latitude, so it is absolutely impossible!

When people's minds were struggling with reality, the fat monk first woke up and asked a question that had been asked countless times in everyone's hearts. But after he asked, things were wrong...

"Senior brother... Senior brother, looking for a young man seems to have hit... Hit the evil spirit. ”

"Ah Xun. ”

The terrifying killing aura quickly precipitated invisibly, and the fat monk grabbed the little monk's shoulder with one hand, looked at Xia Xun in horror, and said tremblingly.

"Sha..."

And Xia Xun...

At this time, he had already come down from Mo Xian's body.

He seems to have changed drastically...

The flaming blood and qi swirled around his whole body, and the hideousness no longer turned calm, but this calmness was not his previous calmness, but a disregard for everything from a high position, and regarded all things as born in nothingness! Those who were familiar with Xia Xun could clearly feel the great changes brought to him by the manifestation of this god. Xiahou, Lei Meng, and Mo Xian are even more certain that the person in front of them now is definitely not the Xia Xun they knew in the past.

Because...

Xia Xun would never have such a terrifying killing aura on his body!

"Uhhhhhh

"You're so noisy. ”

His clear eyes flashed with a hint of demonic blood, and Xia Xun didn't answer anyone's shouts. He stood quietly in the crowd, staring at the majestic dragon on the altar. His eyes were like torches, and he coldly spit out three words.

To be more precise, Xia Xun just moved the shape of his mouth with three words.

And the pronunciation of the words was from the mouth of the monstrous blood shadow behind him, resounding inside and outside a radius of hundreds of miles. The three words are very cold, and the timbre and charm are very similar to the indifference of Mo Xian and Mo Yan when he speaks, and even more cold than them, without a trace of the breath that ordinary dust should have.

"He's Xia Xun?"

"No, he shouldn't be Xia Xun. ”

The three words were cold, and a cold wind blew into everyone's hearts.

The aura of indifference made even those who didn't know Xia Xun vaguely aware of his changes.

In the silver sea on the west side, Yu Youran slowly took down the white gauze hat and said four words coldly: "The undead devouring the lord." Mo Yan replied indifferently and noncommittally: "Reincarnation?" Yu Youran did not answer.

Under the holy coffin on the east side, the black shadow under Gu Fan's feet let out a silent question: "Corpse Refining Soul Restoration Technique?" Gu Fan showed a bloodthirsty deep smile and replied, "It's the Six Paths of Reincarnation Technique." ”

In front of the Lingtai in the south, Long Gongzi's calmness lifted a trace of yin owl: "He really has the blood of a true dragon." The burly man on the side had a hint of anger and said, "Then he must die." ”