C1101 Intimidate the return of ten thousand ancestors

The Heavenly Saints Clan was someone who couldn't escape death today. Xiao Yi, and the others, were even more dumbstruck when they saw Long Yan's body being blown away. What could tears represent? Grief, loneliness, pain?

Everything was too late, Long Yan still died in the hands of Wu Long in the end.

"Hahahaha!" A wild and complacent laugh rang out.

However, right after that, when all of their hopes turned to ashes and they had all died, an explosion sounded in the sky. A laughter even more savage than a black dragon.

"Hahahaha!"

Long Yan's body that had lost feeling of pain, actually had his clothes flapping wildly. The blood that he had lost was actually flowing backwards.

Not only that, a moment ago, his chest was miserably pierced, and he was currently healing at an astonishing speed. In less than two breaths, that flesh and blood returned to the injured state Long Yan was in.

"Dragon Reputation Spell!"

At the most critical moment, Long Yan used the ability to control time! It filled his body with power. That was power from the real second level of Earth Martial Spirit. Although it was only at the initial stage, it was enough to kill the dragon.

As the divine dragons gathered, a dazzling golden light shot out. An attack that could destroy the heavens and earth was sent towards the black dragon with a loud bang. It had even completely overturned everyone's heart, causing them to be unable to accept it.

"What?" Resurrection from the dead? "

"Heavens, this boy, can't he be killed?"

"No, no, how is that possible?"

"It can't be that I'm seeing things, right? Just now, Wu Long's punch really did pierce through his body. That sandbag sized fist came out from his back. Could all of this be an illusion?"

Not only were the Martial Kings, Demon Kings and even Murong Chen stared at Long Yan with eyes wide open in disbelief.

Xiao Yi, the Sky Demon, Li He, Lan Ying, the elders, and countless warriors behind him were even more shocked to the point where they couldn't speak. It was as if someone was grabbing their necks and shaking them with all their might to let them understand the reality of the situation.

From start to finish, only Little Lion stood there alone, the calmest.

Of course, the most shocked person was none other than Black Dragon, because he was the person who was in contact with Long Yan the closest. Seeing that Long Yan not only miraculously came back to life, but his imposing manner was obviously even stronger than before.

"I, am I fighting against a divine spirit? If not for a divine spirit, how would he have the methods of a divine spirit? Not only is he alive, he is also at the second level of the Earth Martial Spirit. No, no, this is absolutely impossible." At this moment, a wave of shock appeared on his face, which then turned into terror and absolute terror.

"Puchi!"

Long Yan, in his terror, unleashed his ninth strike of the Purple Thunder Divine Incantation. The first strike, Violent Spring Thunder Strike, pierced through his body.

The force of the punch exploded the clothes on his back from his chest.

If that was all, then so be it, no, if that was all, it would not be Long Yan's style.

Next, the second strike!

"Bam!"

"Third strike, fourth strike, fifth strike!"

When Long Yan grabbed his body with one hand, it was as if he was lifting a little chicken. With incomparable speed, he had continuously used all of his [Purple Thunder Nine Strikes] on his body, directly hitting his back.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Nine powerful fist energies were blasted out, creating nine huge bloody holes.

Crush, completely crush. Even if Long Yan treated him like this, he would return it tenfold, because today, he had thoroughly angered Long Yan, because he would never be able to experience just how heaven defying the might of a divine dragon was.

How many times had he hovered between life and death, and how many times had Long Yan made his breakthrough at the last moment? Naturally, Little Lion understood Long Yan the best, because at the last moment, his Brother Yan did not use his Soul Blast Technique nor forcefully increase his strength. This meant that Long Yan still had enough confidence to defeat him, so from the start, Little Lion was incomparably calm.

There were a lot of smart people, but Long Yan was the smartest. If he met an ordinary opponent, he would kill them as quickly as possible to avoid similar results as himself. If he met a strong enemy, he would exhaust their True Essence and then look for an opportunity to break through.

After the nine claps of thunder, all of the black dragons still had a trace of life, because Long Yan did not want him to die that quickly. Because the greater the bloodlust, the greater the visual impact, was still ahead.

This is fine, no.

Long Yan looked at him and laughed in an incomparably sinister manner. His laughter was so strange that earlier, the Black Dragon had mocked him, and now, Long Yan was laughing evilly to him, filled with endless terror.

Swish!

Long Yan carried him and actually flew towards the Myriad Ancestor Return's camp. He did not go near the front, but revealed an even more arrogant smile towards the people who had returned.

The aura of death completely enveloped these people, and even Murong Chen could feel that Long Yan's body was filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

"Hmph, today, your father will bring you guys what is called true bloodlust."

"Blood Training!"

Long Yan roared out. The blood that was in Wu Long's body started to boil this time, even if his True Essence could suppress it, could it?

He could not suppress it because in Long Yan's hands, the dragon was just like an ant.

"No, no!" At first, Wu Long's expression changed from one of terror to one of terror, then to one of misery, and finally to despair. This was because he saw his own blood condensing into seven droplets of blood from his eyes, mouth, nose, ears, and seven orifices.

What was even more hard for everyone to accept was that Long Yan was just like a devil. The dragon blood, the devil that came out of hell's Asura was actually flowing into Long Yan's mouth.

That's right, it was extremely shocking, and the eyes of the Demon Kings and the others behind Murong Chen were fixated on him.

Everyone's bodies were trembling, endlessly trembling. That definitely brought them endless fear, and turned them into devils, because those who knew Long Yan, knew that he was the incarnation of justice, and those who didn't, would feel like Long Yan was the devil.

Only by using even more brutal and bloody methods would they be able to thoroughly intimidate these fellows.

"AHH!" An incomparable miserable scream came out of Dark Dragon's mouth. He stepped on his blood-red eyes, and because he was too frightened, he directly fainted.

With a "pa" sound, Long Yan threw him towards the crowd.

However, none of those fellows, the Martial King, the Infernal King, and even Murong Chen dared to go forward to receive him. With a "pa" sound, they fell to the ground.

If he just let it go like this, would he still be Long Yan?

still felt that this was not enough, he increased the rate at which he absorbed the blood.

Very soon, the crowd saw Wu Long's body twitching nonstop on the ground. The expression on his face was also completely distorted.