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Chapter 666 Who Said I'm Dead?
Ander didn't say much anymore. At this moment, no words could compare with his actions.

puff!
There was a sound as if the flesh and blood were being cut, and the next moment, countless golden blood fell from the sky.

"what?"

A powerful man exclaimed, and said inconceivably, "How could Hong Yun not hesitate to die directly in order to cut off the holy throne?"

This scene looks extremely unbelievable, what is that falling from the sky?
That's the blood of a saint!
What does the blood of a saint represent?
That represents the authority equivalent to the way of heaven, and the divine power that belongs to the sage. It is the most advanced existence of the prehistoric, and it is one with the prehistoric.

Saints die, floods and ruins, every saint is incomparably precious.

But now, such a saint wants to kill himself. How can people not be shocked by his behavior towards me?

No one would have thought that Ander would be so ruthless that he really didn't care about the Holy Throne at all. It seemed that the Holy Throne was not a good thing for him, but rather a drag.

"Woooooooo..."

At this moment, the whole world weeps for it, and the sky weeps blood. The unique blood that belongs to the saint is sprinkled all over the prehistoric land in an instant.

"Ah, it's Holy Blood!"

"It's a good opportunity to understand the way of a saint with holy blood. This is the only chance."

"Hurry up, hurry up and snatch the holy blood. If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it for life."

All the powers, one counts as one, are crazy at this moment, and start to snatch the holy blood that fell from the sky. For them, this may be the only time in their life that they are the closest to the holy throne.

Zhen Yuanzi let out a long sigh: "My brother, why are you bothering? In order to behead the holy throne, you don't even want your life?"

But Ender's voice rang in his ears: "Who said I would die?"

Zhen Yuanzi was shocked all over, and said in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

Ander's voice continued to sound: "For me, I am truly detached after cutting off the Holy Throne. Needless to say, go, that is also your chance, don't miss it."

Ander meant to let him snatch the holy blood, but Zhen Yuanzi shook his head: "The holy position is not your pursuit, nor is it my pursuit. This holy blood is not worth it."

"Hahaha, okay, Brother Dao should transcend the prehistoric world in the future and gain the true freedom."

Ander's voice fell silent, and at this time in the prehistoric world, all creatures, no matter how strong or weak, joined the battle to snatch the holy blood. In an instant, a battle more terrifying than the dragon and phoenix disaster broke out in the prehistoric world, almost Sweeping the entire prehistoric.

"Ugh……"

With a soft sigh, the world was silent for a moment, as if space and time were frozen, those holy blood that had not been snatched were frozen for a moment, and then flew back to the sky, where there were An illusory and fuzzy figure stands quietly.

"No!"

Many powerful people roared in anger, with despair on their faces.

"That's the opportunity I was waiting for, and I hope the teacher will show mercy."

Someone recognized the figure and couldn't help but wailed and begged.

The figure didn't move at all, only a voice sounded: "The power of a saint belongs to the Dao. If you take a point, the Dao will lose a point. The prehistoric way of heaven is indestructible. Don't cause supreme karma for yourself."

This is a warning, but it is a pity that no one listens to this kind of warning. The instinct of creatures is selfish, especially the creatures in the prehistoric, who seem to have reached the point where they are so powerful, they can do it for their own benefit. to leave everything behind.

Therefore, even with the warning, some people still want to take the risk.

Just like the Taoist who burned the lamp, he greedily looked at the drop of holy blood flying into the sky in the distance, thinking that there were so many people there, and he was the most inconspicuous one. If he took a drop of holy blood, no one would pay attention, so He shot again without hesitation.

The holy blood was successfully collected by him, but along with the holy blood, there was also a thunder from heaven.

That was the wrath of Heaven, and it was also the wrath of the entire prehistoric world, and it was also the wrath of other saints.

These angers are mixed together, one can imagine how terrifying this thunderstorm is, it is a power that can annihilate everything.

So Daoist Ran Deng widened his eyes. Under the thunderstorm, he felt that he could not avoid it. His soul was plunged into a bone-chilling ice cold. A breath of death permeated his heart, and his whole body was also shrouded in death.

So at the next moment, when the thunder fell, he was instantly wiped out, without even the slightest ability to resist.

This scene was seen by many people. For a moment, the world was silent, and all the great powers were shocked, and then there was a burst of heart palpitations.

The snatching of the holy blood finally stopped at this time. Although he was very unwilling, just like the Patriarch Styx, he also knew at this time that if he continued, he would be punished by heaven, and he would end up like the Taoist who burned the lamp. In the end it will just fade away.

"It's a pity, such a good opportunity, but we are not blessed to accept it."

"Sage, I don't know if I have the chance to reach that state in this life."

"I don't know who can have such an opportunity."

Suddenly, someone screamed, but drops of holy blood flew out from his treasure. It was the holy blood that had been collected by him before, and it also did not escape the induction of heaven.

Just like the Patriarch Styx, he was the one who robbed the most and was the craziest among the powerful, and at this moment, he was also the most painful. At this moment, he could only watch the holy blood fly away, but he dared not show any disobedience. move.

Not to mention how irritating that kind of resentment was, Patriarch Styx's face became distorted.

All the holy blood was collected. As the man said, the saint represents the way of heaven and is one with the way of heaven. When the saint dies and the world is damaged, taking back the holy blood will naturally ensure that the world will not be damaged.

Therefore, although Ander's beheading of the holy throne was prevented, it was not completely denied. It was also because although Ander beheaded the holy throne, that person also had the ability to protect the prehistoric from harm.

"I really didn't expect that such a new saint would cut himself off like this. It's really unbelievable."

"Why did Hongyun do this? You have to know the position of saint, but we all dream of it, why doesn't he care at all?"

"Why do people who don't even care about life and death care about the holy throne?"

Some people sneered, while others retorted, Zhen Yuanzi said directly: "Who says my brother is dead?"

Someone asked inexplicably: "You can still live if you cut off the holy seat, are you afraid that you haven't woken up yet?"

Everyone didn't believe that the sage could still live after cutting off his ego, because it was self-isolation from heaven and earth, and he wanted to do something that was not allowed in the whole prehistoric world. It would be strange if he didn't die.

But the next moment, Ander's leisurely voice sounded, causing the expressions of all the powerful people to change dramatically.

"Who said I was dead?"

Immediately afterwards, the boundless brilliance once again lit up between the heaven and the earth.

(End of this chapter)