Chapter 1405

Blood refining God array!

"I found you! Blood floating Tu!"

With this gloomy and cold road, it seems to be suppressing anger, and the voice that will erupt at any time comes, a strong breath that only belongs to the peak in the middle of God's realm sweeps like a storm.

Zhao Fang frowned slightly.

He can ignore these breath storms, but the forbidden Dharma array in front of the dark fire monk can't.

Hell fire monk is even worse.

"The power of the ancient gods."

Zhao Fangxu grabbed a crystal of ancient god and pinched it to explode.

The ancient god's crystal, which broke open, turned into countless stars and scattered around Zhao Fang's palm.

The next moment.

Zhao Fang stepped out.

The four ancient gods in the center of the eyebrow rotate wildly, and the ancient gods of the royal family burst out, and the surging gods poured into the right arm.

The divine power surges and attracts the ancient divine power hidden in the star point.

Boom!

In an instant.

Zhao Fang's whole arm was shrouded in a golden whirlwind.

And with Zhao Fang's constant momentum, the golden whirlwind began to expand.

Zhao Fang raised his hand and clenched his fist. The golden whirlwind gathered on the fist front, and suddenly burst out in the face of the sweeping breath of God.

Boom!

Boom!

Two extremely powerful forces exploded in the bloody sea.

Within a thousand feet of Zhao Fang's body, the sea of blood rolled backwards in all directions, leaving a blank space.

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Zhao Fang stepped back nearly a hundred steps one after another before he could suppress the breath of terror.

He looked up slowly.

In front of him, a tall and bloody figure appeared impressively.

The figure was completely composed of blood, and the blood on the "body surface" kept creeping and changing, unable to see his true face.

But Zhao Fang could clearly perceive the cold eyes projected from the sea of blood.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being the Buddha. Just the breath is so terrible!"

Zhao felt relieved and shocked.

Although the blood robed boy is also the Lord of God, perhaps because he belongs to separation, his real combat power is stronger than the God Emperor.

In addition, the body is in the sea of blood hell, which can barely give play to the strength of ordinary God.

But even so, compared with the present self, it is still weak.

"Xin Kui is just a breath. Xin Kui has the crystal of the ancient god sent by the spirit of the holy body array. Otherwise, this breath comes from the horizontal, and I'm really not sure to take it."

Calming his restless Qi and blood, Zhao Fang straightened up and calmly looked at the tall and bloody figure.

"Xueming?"

"This seat is!"

The ancestor of Xueming was clearly in front of us, but his voice came from the sea of blood in all directions, which was very strange.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Zhao Fang said.

"Wait for this seat?"

The voice of Xueming's father couldn't hear his anger, "waiting to die?"

"Of course not!"

Zhao Fang smiled and shook his head. "Although you have the strength of the peak in the middle of God, to be honest, your combat power is not as good as that of a God I know in the early days."

"Don't make a fool of yourself in front of this seat. I'll give you two choices, turn your head and become my second part, or die!"

"Die! Die!"

At the exit of the word "death", the whole Xueming sea surged violently. Countless different voices came from the Xueming sea and gathered into a very shocking echo.

"I'm telling the truth."

Zhao Fang shrugged helplessly. "I don't know if you've heard of the blood god son. Well, you may not have heard that the second generation leader of the blood clothes sect, a powerful man in ancient times, was resurrected within the boundary."

"The resurrected son of the blood god is very weak, and his strength is barely in the early days of the Lord. Interestingly, even if he has only the early strength of the Lord, he is stronger than you now!"

"Son of blood god?" the calm and indifferent voice of the old ancestor of blood Ming, with a rare abnormality, "where is he?"

"Dead!"

"Dead? Are you kidding me?"

The ancestor of Xueming was furious, "the son of blood god is an ancient power. Since he has been resurrected, who can kill them? Boy, don't play tricks and recruit from the truth quickly. Don't toast or punish!"

"Indeed, he died and was killed by his father in blood."

Zhao Fang is telling the truth.

But when Xueming heard this, he was sure that Zhao Fang was teasing him.

"Toast? The two conditions you mentioned. Let me think..."

Zhao Fang touched his head and looked like thinking. He dragged on for more than 20 seconds. The ancestor of Xueming couldn't bear to speak.

Zhao Fang smiled. "There are two choices. One is that you erase your consciousness and your body becomes your tool. The second is that you kill your body, and then your body becomes your tool. No matter which one I choose, the outcome seems to be the same."

"In that case, I choose the third!"

"The third?" the voice of ancestor Xueming was buzzing.

"Yes, that's the third one. Kill you!"

A moment ago, Zhao Fang was full of ruffian spirit, with a rogue smile on his face.

But when it comes to the last three words, his face suddenly turns cold.

This sudden change of expression is quite out of touch.

Master Xueming was obviously not affected and sneered: "do you think you can threaten us by cutting off a part of us? It's really ignorant and pitiful."

"Well, I've been silent for too long. The world has long forgotten the name of Xueming, and take your life to announce that my ancestor Xueming has returned to the territory of ten thousand borders!"

Words fall.

The bloody sea rolled with a strong smell of blood, turned into a powerful and unforgivable holy mountain, and put pressure on Zhao.

In an instant.

Zhao Fang felt that he had become the "public enemy" of the bloody sea.

Every drop of blood here is crowding itself out.

The pressure of the whole sea of blood world fell on him. It felt extremely painful.

"Die!"

The ancestor of Xueming was cold, and his voice was full of determination and confidence.

This is not an ordinary attack, but contains all the rules and powers in the bloody sea. It is his killing move.

Now.

Even in the early days of ordinary gods, they will run away when they encounter this move.

"Xueming, haven't you seen it yet?"

In the face of Xueming's all-out attack, Zhao Fang didn't panic, but said plainly.

"Huh?"

Zhao Fang's calm reaction was beyond the expectation of his ancestors, which surprised him.

But immediately, he sneered, "now the overall situation has been decided, I want to see what tricks you can play!"

"Oh, the greatest advantage of the palace leader in his life is the beauty of being a man. Since you want to see it, open your dog's eyes and see it clearly!"

Zhao Fang looked indifferently at his endless blood, "open!"

There was no movement around!

The blood is still straight ahead, and the terrible pressure seems to crush Zhao Fang, an ancient god, into debris at the next moment.

However.

The moment Zhao Fang's words fell.

There seems to be a pair of invisible palms to calm all the restless blood sea, and the blood sea is calm in an instant.

As if fixed, motionless.

"What? How did this happen?"

Ancestor Xueming was shocked and unbelievable.

"Refining blood and transforming God array!" Zhao Fang murmured, and slowly came.