Chapter 689

In the distance, all the foreign Tianjiao were silent, and their hearts were very restless.

It's just a wild and dilapidated world. Many of them have come, but none of the heaven and earth is as evil as Taichu star. There are freaks who can compete with the saint and son level demons one after another.

Is this a practitioner who grew up in a cage of heaven and earth?

I'm afraid it's not much worse than the heirs trained by those strong ethnic groups in the depths of the star sea.

"Zihua Holy Son will never lose. Holy Son level demons not only have extraordinary blood, but also have invincible faith. They all grow up step by step from fighting. How can they lose to an indigenous monk!"

"Yes, Zihua Shengzi has been able to go so far. He has not met a big enemy who can give tit for tat, but he can suppress strongly every time, and those enemies have become a stepping stone on his path of cultivation!"

"Hum, although this Aboriginal can compete with the son, the son of Zihua is one of the most amazing people of zitianzong. How could this founder of the sect of immortals lose to an unknown Aboriginal!"

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After the death, all the extraterritorial Tianjiao are crazy and have blind confidence in the saint child level demons. In particular, the sect behind the Zihua Saint son has produced the legendary real immortal with profound information that is unimaginable. The descendants trained by these orthodoxy are destined to be the overlord in the future.

In the public discussion, the inter field war situation has been completely white hot. Ye Hao and Zihua Shengzi are like two meteors. They burst into a bright and dazzling divine awn, flickering in the air, constantly colliding, stirring up a numbing afterwave of power, making the void collapse like a mirror, and the scene is extremely frightening.

In a short moment, the two have collided hundreds of times without giving way. The purple awn around the son of Zihua is towering, and a wisp of purple God awn with spirit is like a dragon around the body. Behind him, there is a vast and majestic purple gas, which blocks out the sky and the sun, making him look like the son of the real God. It is unspeakable, mysterious and terrible.

This is the Hongmeng purple gas, which can mobilize the extremely rare Hongmeng purple gas in heaven and earth to bless yourself, raise your hands and feet, and burst into amazing power every move.

"Cheap aborigine, die for me!"

Zihua's son roared angrily, hunted in clothes, and danced wildly with purple hair. His eyes beat with a frightening divine awn, and his magical skills filled with a terrible breath, like a galaxy pouring down, without stopping to hit the boy.

On the other hand, Ye Hao's whole body exudes a pale golden divine awn. The vast and terrible power of Qi and blood permeates his whole body. He is like a human fierce beast. He roars and roars with his hands and feet. It seems that even space can't bear this power.

It's really frightening. You know, Ye Hao is only a celestial environment practitioner after all, but the power of Qi and blood contained in his body is more terrible than ordinary Nirvana practitioners. Such terrible physique is slightly inferior to the blood of saints and Zihua saints with Hongmeng purple gas.

Of course, Zihua Holy Son is not strong. Rao is Ye Hao's practice of the so-called invincible method of climbing the dragon three pole realm, and polished his body through the real dragon blood pool. The golden body four poles and blood hegemony first turn are all repaired to the point of true perfection, but he did not immediately suppress the former.

It should be noted that after Ye Hao transferred the blood bully first to perfection, it is reasonable to say that his physique has been able to surpass the celestial realm, and even the blood of saints can not be comparable.

The saint and son level demons really have the confidence to be conceited.

Ye Hao looked solemn, and his Qi and blood were declining. Obviously, under the continuous outbreak and hard shaking, his own state could not maintain the peak forever.

Of course, on the other side, Zihua Shengzi was even more embarrassed. His purple shirt was broken, and his handsome face was very pale. Even the corners of his mouth spilled a shocking blood, which made all the foreign Tianjiao in the distance silent and unbelievable.

The son of Zihua was injured. Although it didn't look serious, it was obviously invincible compared with the Aboriginal youth.

This makes people's minds roar, which is simply unacceptable.

In the depths of the star sea, the blood of the sage is the real favorite of heaven, which can be said to be the symbol of invincibility. Among the peers, except for the demons who are the same son, others can't compete at all.

But at the moment, in a wild world, the son of Zihua was suppressed by an aborigine and was injured, which made many extraterritorial Tianjiao feel that their faith was collapsing.

The son of God, who is known as invincible at the same level, is really going to lose?

"Impossible!"

In the void, Zihua Shengzi forced down the restless Qi and blood in his body. His whole body was like broken porcelain, full of shocking fine cracks, and the blood flowing continuously with purple divine awn, which made his whole person look terrible.

Zihua's son is biting him. He looks very ferocious. When he is angry, he can't accept this fact. He is not only the blood of the saint, but also the legendary Hongmeng purple gas. Even if he competed with the son of the same rank in the past, his physique has never been inferior.

Today, however, an ordinary Aboriginal youth has completely suppressed him in terms of physique.

Zihua Shengzi can't understand what a terrible physique a teenager is. Is it also a rare special physique? Why can he suppress his most proud Hongmeng purple gas?

Of course, even if you don't want to admit it, the truth is the truth.

Zihua Shengzi understands that he is really not as good as the youth in this wild world in terms of physique.

"Your physique is really unexpected!" Zihua Shengzi's face is gloomy and his voice is full of cold killing intention, "but as a saint's blood, I am invincible!"

Boom!

When the cold drink fell, the Zihua Holy Son seemed to have stars exploding, rising up an indescribable wave of terror. Even the blood flowing around him was burning like a flame at the moment, making his whole person like a purple sun, shining and terrible.

"The Holy Blood revives and the purple sun burns the world!"

When the momentum soared, the son of Zihua drank fiercely. The vast Hongmeng purple gas behind him surged violently like a tsunami. A vague and invisible shadow from heaven and earth appeared strangely in the air. The majestic and terrible pressure filled the heaven and earth, making the earth and heaven tremble violently. It seemed that he could not bear this pressure.

"This is..."

"Ghost of Saint?!"

"It's the blood source of Zihua's son, the power branded by the saint in his blood!"

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In the distance, the eyes of a group of extraterritorial Tianjiao suddenly shrank, especially when they saw the terrible virtual shadow behind the son of Zihua, which made them look crazy and shocked.

"Ghost of Saint?!"

This sudden change made Ye Hao's face suddenly change, and an unprecedented dignified color appeared on his face. The reason why the blood of the sage is extraordinary is that someone in his ancestors has proved the fruit position of the sage, has been recognized by Tiandi Avenue, and can inherit part of his strength by blood.

The power that Zihua Holy Son uses at the moment is the source of his blood. The terrible existence that proves the saint's fruit position is the power branded in his blood.