Return of the War God

6794 - Who doesn't have blood

Clouds and smoke stirred up and danced violently.

It seems that with the resounding of this old and cold drinking voice, endless waves were rolled up.

It seems that the owner of this voice is already close at hand, hidden in the clouds and smoke, and is ready to launch a thunderous blow to Ye Wuque!

However, Ye Wuque did not make a move. Under the power of the False God, he could easily tell that the old and strange voice seemed very close, but in fact it was far away, still in the depths of the unknown area. The power of the soul.

It's just that the first two groups of guarding the gods stationed here were originally waiting for an opportunity, but they were completely wiped out by Ye Wuque's two punches, and died cleanly.

The power of the old man's soul was completely alarmed, and under the anger, he turned into a soul and shouted!

But for now, it's just howling, and I can only pin my hope on...

Ye Wuque's eyes turned, and he looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian who stood coldly opposite him.

Xuanyuan Qingtian stared at Ye Wuque, his face dead silent.

Ye Wuque also shook his head helplessly.

"You are weak enough."

"In the reincarnation of hundreds of battles, I was almost taken away. Now that I entered the Yongyetian Tomb, I was placed again."

Ye Wuque can naturally tell at a glance that Xuanyuan Qingtian's state is not right, his own consciousness has obviously been suppressed, he must have been suppressed by some kind of secret method or external force, and he has temporarily become a puppet of the God-guarding clan.

But instinct kept fighting inside.

After all, this piece of Xuanyuan Qingtian can be regarded as experienced, and he has become a good doctor after a long illness.

call out!

Ow!

Xuanyuan Qingtian moved, and came straight to Ye Wuque, the dragon roared, and the dragon claws smashed through the void, sweeping invincible!

It set off a wave of air mixed with Longwei to destroy the nine heavens, breaking through the clouds and smoke, and the momentum soared to the sky!

"Ninety-nine to one?"

Ye Wuque showed a faint weird smile.

Obviously, although Xuanyuan Qingtian has attained the Dao, his talent is extraordinary after all. The thousand-year confrontation in Tianhuang has made his accumulation reach the extreme, and he is the only ninth-level Dzogchen in the cultivation of gods among the trio.

Now in the inner struggle, never give up, and finally realized the level of ninety-nine return to one, coupled with the supernatural power of the dragon clan, this may be the reason why the guarding gods fell in love with Xuanyuan Qingtian, they did not kill, but temporarily Made into a puppet, it is supplemented by a more powerful blessing.

Therefore, Xuanyuan Qingcai's appearance here should have originally cooperated with the two groups of members of the Guardian Clan to wait for an opportunity.

Now only Xuanyuan Qingtian is left for the time being, so naturally he wants to prevent Ye Wuque from being intercepted!

Click!

The golden dragon claws firmly grasped Ye Wuque's chest.

Ye Wuque stood still, but a faint nine-colored radiance shone all over his body, which directly destroyed Xuanyuan Qingtian's dragon claw hand.

The huge counter-shock force even sent Xuanyuan Qingtian flying away!

Xuanyuan Qingtian desperately stabilized his figure, his face was still dead silent, and continued to kill Ye Wuque without fear of death!

The dark golden dragon roared out, lingering around Xuanyuan Qingtian's body, at the same time, Xuanyuan Qingtian's body burst into a brilliant artifact brilliance!

Different from the divine equipment set owned by the Guardian Clan, Xuanyuan Qingtian's divine equipment suit is silver in color.

At this time, it was as if mercury was wriggling, exuding a tyrannical aura, making Xuanyuan Qingtian seem to have turned into a silver dragon!

Boiling power!

Exploding Longwei!

Smelted into the most ferocious punch, crushing the world!

result…

With a slap, Xuanyuan Qingtian staggered after being slapped casually by Ye Wuque, and just sat down on the ground like this, even if only instinct was left, he seemed to be stunned at this moment!

In the next moment, Xuanyuan Qingtian was about to stand up and fight again.

Ye Wuque pressed Xuanyuan Qingtian's right shoulder!

Xuanyuan Qingtian struggled frantically, but couldn't move at all, like a kitten in Ye Wuque's hands.

Ye Wuque with a calm face looked into Xuanyuan Qingtian's eyes, and found that Xuanyuan Qingtian's eyes were the same as his complexion, there was no madness, only a deadly coldness.

His body exudes a kind of coolness!

But the strange thing is, in the depths of this eerie coolness, there is a scalding heat!

The muscles on the surface of Xuanyuan Qingtian's body had blue veins bulging from time to time, as if something was flowing inside, full of a sense of rage.

Ye Wuque flicked his fingers and landed on Xuanyuan Qingtian's arm, and his body broke open immediately!

Blood gushes out of it, but it's not crimson, but a kind of... pale black.

Ye Wuque's eyes narrowed slightly, and the power of the virtual **** shone directly on Xuanyuan Qingtian's brows, and the selection was brutally squeezed in!

Xuanyuan Qingtian, who was still struggling crazily, immediately became limp and passed out.

In Xuanyuan Qingtian's soul space, there is nothingness, the soul can't see it, and it is suppressed by a cloud of light black blood mist!

hum!

In the next moment, Xuanyuan Qingtian's soul space lit up with a bright brilliance.

The power of the False God destroys everything.

Under the suppression of the False God's power, these pale black blood mist immediately melted like snow under the scorching sun.

If it was replaced by others, even if they were born in the black hole state, they would not be able to do anything about this strange light black blood mist.

Because this is...mutated divine blood!

Attached to the soul space, it is extremely troublesome and cannot be cleared and purified. Only the level of "God" can fight against it.

Soon, the mutated blood in Xuanyuan Qingtian's soul space was suppressed by the power of the False God!

But still fighting back desperately, resisting instinctively.

Xuanyuan Qingtian's soul space immediately began to vibrate!

Xuanyuan Qingtian, who had passed out, suddenly showed pain.

Seeing this, Ye Wuque thought...

hum!

Under the power of the virtual god, the power of the soul world shines out, pouring into Xuanyuan Qingtian's soul space!

The previous experience of the strange tiankeng allowed Ye Wuque to see the power of the three worlds against the blood of the gods.

So this time...

Wow!

Sure enough, with the power of the soul world shining, those mutated divine blood that had been stubbornly resisting suddenly lost their minds, lost their last resistance, and completely dissipated.

This made Ye Wuque even more thoughtful.

Immediately, Ye Wuque withdrew his strength and looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian...

He didn't wake up.

Still in a comatose state.

It seems that it was just useless work before.

Ye Wuque looked at the wound he blasted out just now, and the pale black blood was still wriggling.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Ye Wuque seemed to understand something.

"It seems that the Shoushen clan not only use Xuanyuan as a puppet, but also as a guinea pig for experiments?"

Not only in the soul space, Xuanyuan Qingtian's body was also fused with mutated divine blood!

With the passage of time, Xuanyuan Qingtian's own blood has completely merged with the mutated divine blood, without distinction.

This is where the biggest problem lies.

in other words!

The current Xuanyuan Qingtian is... hopeless.

The mutated divine blood has become a part of him, even if the mutated divine blood is stripped off, Xuanyuan Qingtian will undoubtedly die.

"Unless it's...a blood exchange!"

Ye Wuque thought of the only way that seemed feasible.

But!

What kind of foreign new blood can compare to the mutated black blood?

One must know that Xuanyuan Qingtian has already fused the mutated divine blood, and if he wants to replace it, he must find the same level, similar, and most importantly "fresh" divine blood, otherwise, it will not work at all.

Now go slaughter a living **** and bleed?

It is simply a fantasy!

Thinking of this, Ye Wuque glanced at Xuanyuan Qingtian's fainted face, but he was not in a hurry, but instead revealed a faint eagerness to try!

"Divine blood?"

"Come out and hang out..."

"Who doesn't have any divine blood?"