Chapter 12

At this time, the ancient wind is like being in a big stove. There is no place on the whole body that is not burned by the flame.

What's more terrifying is that he is under more and more pressure. At the beginning, he can barely support himself. After a few breath, he feels like a big mountain is falling down on his body. His whole body trembles and puffs out blood. He climbs on the ground and can't move.

The terrible heat of Jinyang red light instantly refines the blood scattered on the ground by the ancient wind.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, a cloud of blood mist rose in place, redder and brighter than Jinyang red light.

What's more strange is that the blood fog, like spirituality, engulfs the red light all the way and attacks jinyangzhu.

Ye Han's face changed, but it was too late to put jinyangzhu away.

In the blink of an eye, the blood mist shrouded the golden sun bead. The spiritual pattern array attached to the golden sun bead was like a great tonic to the blood mist. It not only ate away quickly, but also became more and more red and bright with the speed visible to the naked eye.

"Pa!"

With the sound of jade beads breaking, Jinyang beads burst out with the most red light, and finally faded down. When you look carefully, it is full of cracks. This valuable Jinyang bead, which has brought countless reputations to Ye Han, has been completely destroyed. And the blood mist quickly dissipated into nothingness.

Ye Han was surprised. With a wave of his broad sleeve, he rolled up a wisp of blood mist that had not been dispersed. He wrapped it up with spiritual power and took it to the front to smell it. His mind suddenly trembled

"This... How is this possible?"

The blood of a Wutu contains the power that even his awakening spiritual cultivation can't reach!

What's the origin of this guy? The only way that the lower martial arts can suppress the higher martial arts is by blood.

Is he Wen Sheng's blood?

However, up to now, there has only been one holy man with tattoos in the world of heaven.

Moreover, as early as 30 years ago, the Holy Spirit of Lingwen fell under the siege of a hundred powerful gods.

His only grandson, now imprisoned in lingdu, is under the guard of Yukong strongman of war soul hospital all the time. It is impossible for him to escape to this small frontier town without being found.

Ye Han frowned. When he looked at the ancient wind on the ground, his look became more complicated.

Although he didn't believe that Wensheng's grandson could escape from lingdu, the fact in front of him made him suspicious.

In addition to the veins of the holy tattoo, which warrior's blood can override the holy tattoo's mana?

Could it be that the proton imprisoned in lingdu peacock terrace is a dummy who steals a beam and changes a pillar? Is this young man the real grandson of Wensheng?

"Hiss..."

Ye Han was frightened by the idea of startling heaven that suddenly appeared in his heart. If it is true as he guessed, the whole spirit kingdom will become a joke of the world!

Sixteen years ago, the kingdom of spirit fled the son of Wensheng, who was a hostage in lingdu.

Sixteen years later, it was found that the grandson of Wensheng also fled?

The pressure on the top of my head suddenly disappeared.

Although Gu Feng didn't know why, he felt relaxed after spitting a mouthful of blood.

He raised his head slowly, his face a little pale because of too much blood loss.

But his platform was clear and bright. Looking at Ye Han, who was high up and out of his wits, he slowly stood up, raised his ivory bone knife high, and said in a loud voice, "is that the only thing he can do? Come on! Come and kill me

His forehead trembled, his mouth was full of blood, his eyes were red, and his shape was like a fierce ghost.

In the assembly hall of the Chu family, in front of the top martial artists like Chu Chengfang, he had no power to fight back, and his talent was deprived.

God's mercy brought him back from the dead.

Now, in front of the black iron hunter in the war soul courtyard, he was beaten too hard to move.

reason? Need a reason?

In less than one day, Gu Feng had a new understanding of the world.

The strong turn their hands over the clouds, and the weak grow up like ants!

He is no longer the scumbag who wants to get rid of slavery!

He is an old-fashioned man who has shed his innocence and has gone into the jungle with an ivory knife in his hand!

Living like a mole ant, what's the fear of death?

"Well, you can't kill you when you're the one?"

Ye Han looked down at the ancient wind and said in a cold voice: "although you have destroyed my golden pearl, as long as you can answer my question truthfully, I can spare your life!"

"There's so much nonsense. Come and kill me if you can!"

Gu Feng suddenly drank, and his shape was like madness. He picked up the ivory bone knife and ran to Ye Han's fighting beast.

"To die!"

Ye Han's mouth burst out a touch of senhan. With a slight wave of his palm, he had a soft force to fight against the ancient wind.

Gu Feng takes a few steps forward, then suddenly gets caught by the soft force and flies to Ye Han.

"Now that you have been controlled by me, answer the questions honestly, or you will be worse off than dead!"

Ye Han's fingers pressed on Gu Feng's head and asked coldly, "how old are you this year?"

Gu Feng raises his head and looks at Ye Han in silence.

He turned a deaf ear to his questions.

Ye Han's face sank, and his strength was a little heavier. The ancient wind seemed to be wrapped around his neck by a python, and he couldn't even breathe.

Until he was about to suffocate, ye Han was a little loose. He threatened in a cold voice: "if you dare not answer again within three numbers, you will break your limbs and destroy your eyes!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as his voice fell, the beast under him suddenly trembled.

Ye Han frowned and looked down. He was surprised to find that he had been an honest Soul Eater before, but it would become restless.

He moved in his heart and released a divine sense. He made a tour around the Soul Eater and found nothing. Just as he was about to explore the body of the Soul Eater, the Soul Eater jumped up.

Ye Han, unable to take preventive measures, suddenly shakes up from the Iron Throne.

As soon as his face changed and he was about to stabilize his figure, he remembered that he was still holding the ancient wind in his hand. His palm trembled and shook the ancient wind out. Then he played a magic power and absorbed it on the Soul Eater. As soon as he stabilized his figure, a strong wind came on his head——

It's the old-fashioned way of punching him in the face from the top down.

Ye Han never thought that he could move freely even though he had controlled the ancient style of the big acupoints all over his body.

It's too late for him to deal with the situation. He can only gather his spiritual power and prepare to fight back after receiving this blow. How can he hurt himself just as a martial apprentice with initial spiritual power?

Even, ye Han's face showed a trace of ridicule.

And that's what the ancient style is all about!

When his fist was about to touch Ye Han's head, he suddenly changed his moves. As soon as he turned, the ivory bone knife in his other hand suddenly fell off.

"Puchi!"

The sharp bone knife tore Ye Han's robe, pierced his muscles, and stabbed him into his heart from the gap between his ribs!

A chill rises from the bottom of Ye Han's heart and spreads all over his body in an instant.