blood record

"what happened?"

Some ancestors of the Sanman tribe immediately sensed the fluctuation just now, and their expressions changed drastically, looking around vigilantly as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

However, the ancestors of these 48 god patterns are now ordered to protect the blood pool, especially the ancestor Tuokong who has just entered the blood pool, is concentrating on cultivation, and it will take at least several hours to fully Refining the power of the blood pool to help him break into the realm of the ancestors.

If something goes wrong at this time, their thousands of years of hard work will be in vain.

Thinking of this, these patriarchs didn't dare to act rashly, but stood vigilantly around the blood pool, guarding Patriarch Tuokong very nervously. [

After a while, they felt quieter again, but until now, no one has reported to them what happened, which made these ancestors feel a little empty in their hearts.

"No, I have to send someone to find out what's going on, otherwise, I'm afraid it will affect Patriarch Tuokong's cultivation."

Now the top priority of the Sanman tribe is to help Patriarch Tuokong, break the bottleneck, and hit the realm of the ancestors. For this matter, everything else can be temporarily put aside.

"Whoosh".

Yang Yi finally came to the Holy Land, but where he looked, he saw more than a dozen super strong men with 48 divine patterns protecting the blood pool behind him.

Yang Yi even saw a figure in the center of the blood pool crazily using the power of the blood pool to cultivate, it must be the Patriarch Tuokong of the Sanman tribe.

"Has it already started? Hmph, I must get this pool of blood. At all costs!"

Thinking of this, Yang Yi has already made up his mind in his heart, he must snatch the blood pond, at all costs, even if there are more than ten or nearly twenty 48 gods with [-] god patterns here to protect him, Yang Yi must Kill a bloody path and grab the blood pool.

"Whoosh".

Yang Yi's figure quickly appeared in front of the blood pool, the huge aura of 47 divine lines on his body, coupled with the ancient divine power of Xingtian's blood, radiated in the void.Let the ancestors of these three barbarian tribes feel clearly.

After feeling Yang Yi's breath.Immediately, the ancestor shouted angrily: "It's actually an invader, damn it! You invaders are so bold that you dare to rush into my Sanman tribe alone. After the ancestor Tuokong is promoted to the first ancestor, you will definitely be killed!" Kill these invaders!"

"Oh? Promoted to the ancestor? I'm afraid he won't have such a chance!"

Yang Yi didn't chatter with them any more.Xing Tian's blood in his body was running rapidly.Gathered in his hands, Yang Yi shouted, "Xing Tian's blood seal!"

"boom".

in the void.A huge blood-colored handprint descended from the sky, and directly patted the ancestors in front. The mighty sound surprised these ancestors. They all displayed their supernatural powers and turned into a huge fist. Xing Tian's blood marks collided fiercely.

Yang Yi didn't move at all, but after the three strong men with 48 divine patterns gathered together collided with Yang Yi's Xing Tian blood seal, they were shocked by the huge force and retreated four or five steps in succession. It was very embarrassing.

It was just the first day of junior high school, and they were at a disadvantage. Therefore, the expressions of the dozen or so ancestors immediately became serious.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Some of the impulsive ancestors were not rushing forward, but quickly shrank back, trying their best to protect Tuokong who was cultivating in the blood pool. After all, Tuokong's cultivation is the most important thing now. Let Tuokong be disturbed, otherwise thousands of years of hard work and hard work will be in vain. [

The Sanman tribe did not want to bear such a price, nor could they afford it.

"You all call me an invader, so what else can I do? Naturally, I want your blood pool, haha!"

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Yang Yi laughed loudly, a light flashed in his hand, and the Chaos Ax suddenly appeared in his hand. Since Yang Yi refined the holy spring of the Wuka tribe, his strength has improved greatly, almost doubled.

Therefore, performing the Eighteen Forms of the Broken Ax is already more than enough, and it seems very easy.

"The tenth form of the broken ax!"

Yang slashed down one by one with an axe. None of these people was as good as Chang Sheng, so he didn't need to use the No.12 style, save some mental power to deal with it slowly, after all, if he wanted to capture the blood pool, It is not that easy, and it is likely to fall into a long-term confrontation.

The indestructible Chaos Ax cut down, and the ancestors of the 48 gods surrounded by the blood pool did not dare to move at the moment, because behind them was the blood pool, the ancestor Tuokong, once they retreated If it is opened, then Yang Yi's attack will definitely destroy the blood pool, and even cause Tuokong to be severely injured.

In such a situation, the many ancestors of the Sanman tribe would not let it happen no matter what, so they had no choice but to bear it!

"boom".

Gathering the supernatural powers of more than a dozen powerful 48-path divine patterns, they collided with Yang Yi's Chaos Axe. Yang Yi was shocked and felt a little pressure.

"Interesting, since the tenth form can't deal with you, then use the strongest twelve form!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yi swung the Chaos Axe again. This time he was not polite, and directly unleashed the strongest blow. The surging divine power crazily gathered on the Chaos Axe.

After all, soon, a burly phantom appeared on the Chaos Axe, holding an ax in one hand and clenched a fist in the other, like an indomitable giant, slashed towards the blood pool again.

This is the strongest power that Yang Yi has been able to display so far. Even Chang Sheng thought he was invincible when he saw it at the beginning, and he had to use forbidden techniques to resist it.

Although there are nearly 48 powerful ancestors with [-] divine patterns here, none of them can compare with the original Changsheng. Therefore, Yang Yi's ax cut down like a broken bamboo, and the countless ancestors felt their expressions Pale, under strong pressure, they have no confidence to resist.

"Bang".

Finally, the Chaos Ax slashed at the bodies of nearly twenty ancestors, and their combined formation instantly collapsed. Some of the ancestors were directly blown away by the powerful force, and fell heavily to the ground. Undead is also seriously injured.

What's more, only a trace of primordial spirit escaped. As for the divine body, it was smashed to pieces by the powerful ax energy. Now there are only thirteen statues left, and all of them have suffered injuries to varying degrees.

Many ancestors of the Sanman tribe are in a critical situation! (To be continued.)