"Zhao Xiang, you stupid and fool, do you think you can succeed in the sacrifice? It's really funny, a small two-layer altar professional, you dare to think about it! I'll let you taste the good taste of the backlash that the sacrifice brings you!"

Lan Sen's cold voice reached the depths of Zhao Xiang's soul without hindrance.

Zhao Xiang didn't seem to be able to stand Lan Sen's voice attack anymore, and spat out two mouthfuls of the blood of the ancient gods of the royal family.

The blood of the ancient gods immediately spread out like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, and disappeared into the walls of the White Tiger Hall in a flash at an unfathomable speed to the naked eye.

Seeing that Zhao Xiang's face suddenly turned pale, Lan Sen under the ancient castle three miles away let out a gloomy smile: "Zhao Xiang, aren't you delusional about sacrificing my super sacrificial treasure with blood? Hmph, the thirteen-grade sacrificial treasure wow, you dare to think about it! I said, in front of me, you, a small two-layer altar professional, are an out-and-out fool! I will torture you well, and then take your soul and serve as the sacrificial spirit of my thirteen-grade sacrificial treasure! Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that you are the altar of the five elements, I would have made your five-horse corpse soul collapse a long time ago!"

In fact, Zhao Xiang is deliberately showing weakness, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger as standard!

Although the other party has the strength of a thirteen-layer altar professional, he Zhao Xiang is not afraid of a fierce battle with him!

But Zhao Xiang thought that because of the lack of six elite soldiers such as Long Yi, it was likely to be a heavy blow to the real showdown with Lan Sen!

For the sake of insurance, Zhao Xiang adopted this method of showing weakness openly and secretly using hot hands, in order to give the other party a surprise blow, and finally be able to maximize the benefits with the least sacrifice.

It was not the first time that Zhao Xiang had used a soul simple with soul suppression, soul dementoring, soul extermination, and soul replenishment.

This time the White Tiger Hall was sacrificed with blood, and Zhao Xiang quietly hid the soul-calming breath of the soul Jian in the blood of the ancient gods that spewed out.

The thirteen-grade sacrificial treasure of the White Tiger Hall contained Lan Sen's powerful soul power, and Zhao Xiang's first step was to calm the soul Jane.

The second step is to spew out two mouthfuls of blood, blend the soul of the soul and the soul destroying breath, and do everything possible to urge these breaths to completely sweep and exterminate the soul of Lan Sen that is deeply rooted in the White Tiger Hall.

In just a thousandth of an instant, perhaps even shorter, Lan Sen's soul in the White Tiger Hall was uprooted and eliminated.

Soul Jane's Liliang is so powerful, claiming to be able to almost exterminate the soul of any strong person on Shijie!

As long as you have the master of the soul Jane, Liliang is strong enough and high enough, the above goals can be achieved!

Lan Sen, who was three miles away, maybe in a trance, maybe he was distracted, he found that he had lost any connection with the White Tiger Hall in terms of soul!

In the depths of his soul, he suddenly had an extremely strong sense of crisis, and he intuitively concluded that he had misjudged Zhao Xiang!

I'm afraid this Zhao Xiang's strength is definitely not the two-layer altar he revealed!

Otherwise, how could he let me lose contact with the White Tiger Hall in a short period of time!

Lan Sen in the secret chamber of the bunker, his eyes flashing like knives, immediately jumped up from his seat, and strode forward, disappearing in a blur.

Zhao Xiang in the White Tiger Hall was mobilizing almost all the liliang in the Divine Ring at this moment, although it hurt in his flesh, in order to speed up the refining of the thirteen-grade sacrificial treasure of the White Tiger Hall, Zhao Xiang Divine Ring Outside the Spirit Venerable had extracted a little bit of the power of creation in the thin cultivation shield laid by the predecessors of the Spirit Venerable outside the Divine Ring to bless the strength of the refining White Tiger Hall!

The handsome old man, Guo Twelve, the Gu Dai family's former ancestor of the nine-layer altar, Gu Erdai, and the Gu Mi family, the four masters of the nine-layer altar, all helped Zhao Xiang refine this thirteen-grade sacrificial treasure in the divine ring, and the refining speed immediately increased tenfold!

The moment Ransen stepped out of the bunker.

The handsome old man immediately transmitted this message to Zhao Xiang, and Zhao Xiang issued an order almost simultaneously:

Ling'er, Purple Eyes, Rael, you must delay Lan Sen as long as possible, success or failure in this move!

The three of them immediately gathered momentum, and attacked with three major killing weapons such as soul fluctuations, cascading space, and thunder!

The ultra-high frequency of soul fluctuations suddenly made Lan Sen's majestic soul stagnate, so it brought a shake of Lan Sen's body!

Lan Sen immediately pinched out a talisman with both hands, and a blue bead the size of a glass ball appeared out of thin air, and let out a scream that went directly into the high-frequency soul fluctuations emitted by Ling'er, and it barely took a breath, the blue bead fell like a stone into a calm lake, and the ripples spread rapidly around the bead.

The high-frequency soul fluctuations that originally had a hindering effect shattered inch by inch like a translucent peel.

With a cold snort of disdain, Lan Sen's stagnant figure continued forward.

However, at this time, the purple eyes have exerted the magic power of Anluoshi space to a relatively high level.

For Lan Sen, as soon as he moved forward, he felt as if he had stepped into another shijie.

This was not the most frightening thing for him, the most terrifying thing for him was that he felt that his front feet and his whole body seemed to be in two different spaces, and the next moment they would separate from his body.

"Hmph, dare to take out this kind of gadget and show off!"

Lan Sen said, his right hand clenched into a fist and struck at the multi-layered virtual space formed by Anluo Stone in front of him!

The fist swelled all the way through the multi-layered virtual space at a geometric speed, and Zhao Xiang only heard the sound of the porcelain being suddenly broken!

Immediately after, the purple eye let out an extremely painful howl, Zhao Xiang had already seen a mouthful of blood spurting out of the mouth of the purple eye of the fifth layer of the divine ring, and the continuous giant mountain formed by the Anluoshi vein above the soul lake was actually split in half from it, and the original one vein, after Lan Sen's punch, became two!

Purple Eye is obviously seriously injured!

Zhao Xiang was furious, but he knew that now was not the time to be angry at all!

There is still a hundredth of a breath of time before the success of refining the White Tiger Hall!

He Zhao Xiang can't be mad, otherwise, he will fail!

Rael seems to have this hundredth of a breath of time only for him!

Even if someone has great magical powers, it's too late to stop Lan Sen!

After the blood cultivation of the ancient gods of the Zhao Xiang royal family, Rael not only regained his original level, but also made a breakthrough to a considerable extent, even if he is now four or five years old, he has become eight or nine years old.

His hands were already ready to go, and he was fully focused on the battle between Purple Eye and Lan Sen.

When the purple-eyed defeat appeared, the carefully calculated Rael pushed Lan Sen's eyes away with both hands.

The moment the purple-eyed howl came out and the multi-layered simulated space shattered into nothing, two black balls flew out of Rael's hands.

At this time, Lan Sen's other fist was swinging at Zhao Xiang in the White Tiger Hall.

Look at that punch with the sound of wind and thunder, enveloping this earth-destroying power.

This punch hadn't really hit Zhao Xiang yet, and Zhao Xiang had already felt a sense of destruction from the depths of his soul.

If it was in normal times, Zhao Xiang naturally didn't have to be afraid of this punch, and this punch would naturally not be fatal.

But now that Zhao Xiang is devoting himself to the White Tiger Hall, he must not be distracted.

Otherwise, the thirteen-grade sacrificial treasure of the White Tiger Hall would backfire on his soul.

Even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured, and with Lan Sen who is eyeing him on the side, Zhao Xiang's situation is not good.

What exactly are the two black balls that flew out of Rael's hands?

Can it effectively stop Lan Sen from smashing into Zhao Xiang's fist?