Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

Judging from the terrifying aura emanating from the other party, it was obvious that this was the Blood-Marked Ancestor mentioned by Jia Yongchang, the leading figure of Zhennan City.

Relying on his superb blood-patterned life armor casting technique, he advanced to the God Transformation stage and made rapid progress all the way to the middle stage of the God Transformation stage.

Under his leadership, Zhennan City has grown from a small border town originally called Zhennan Pass into one of the top five largest cities in the world. He almost wiped out all the surrounding monsters and seized a precious mid-grade spiritual vein!

But now, everything is ruined because of the arrival of a demon god from foreign land.

The elite troops that the Blood Mark Patriarch had painstakingly trained for many years were all killed in one day, and even his beloved grandson was captured by the enemy. Zhennan City could be said to have returned to the pre-liberation era overnight.

"Organize the troops and prepare for battle."

The Blood-Marked Ancestor's voice was icy cold, like an emotionless machine, and not a trace of emotion could be heard in it.

"The demon god from outside the domain has arrived. I will personally lead you to form the Luotian Immortal Armor Formation and kill this beast!"

"kill!"

The red-armored monks in the hall roared in unison, and murderous intent filled the air.

The next moment, a strong wind blew in the hall.

All the Jiaren cultivators disappeared in an instant.

When they appeared again, they were already on the top of the city wall.

The destruction of the First Hunting Corps was certainly a heavy blow, but Zhennan City was not completely without men capable of fighting.

All the tribesmen above the Jindan level in Zhennan City were summoned and stood on the top of the city waiting to form a formation to resist the enemy.

More than three hundred Jindan and the only remaining ten Yuanying Jia men lined up here, holding on tightly to the combat magic weapons in their hands.

Even though the ancestor is here in person, it's impossible to say that I'm not nervous.

The enemy is capable of killing the First Legion single-handedly. All of us old, weak, sick and disabled people combined are not enough to defeat him alone.

This is also true even when forming a formation.

Time passes minute by minute.

Just when the atmosphere had become extremely tense, suddenly, a cloud with a tail of fire came from far away and quickly approached the direction of Zhennan City.

"Om - hum -"

A series of violent buzzing sounds rang out, and the alarm spread throughout the city in an instant.

Although the cultivators of the Jiaren tribe are slightly weak in other aspects, they are extremely proficient in refining equipment and forming formations.

They possess many of the same capabilities that technological civilizations possess.

When the alarm sounded and the Jiaren cultivators were on the alert, a strong and powerful aura suddenly spread.

The Blood-Pattern Old Ancestor in golden armor rose from the ground and confronted Lu Wenwu and others who were standing still in the air.

The aura that made people feel terrified suppressed the people of the Jiaren tribe, but it made the monks no longer as nervous as before, and they felt more at peace.

This is their ancestor!

One of the top three blood-marked ancestors in the world!

The invincible ancestor who led Zhennan City to grow and develop!

The sun is shining and the wind is howling.

The first voice was Jia Yongchang's heart-wrenching cry: "Grandpa! It's me! I am Yongchang! The Tyrannosaurus Rex is gone..."

"Shut up! You spineless thing, you have brought shame upon our Jiaren clan!"

The Blood-Marked Ancestor, who was extremely angry, was as heavy as a bell, with a gloomy and old face, and he shouted loudly.

"A demon from outside the region, who killed my people and slaughtered my descendants, and now has come to show off his might in front of our Zhennan City. Do you really think that our Jiaren people are made of clay?"

Ignoring Jia Yongchang, who was feeling a little lost and then panicking again on the auspicious cloud, Lu Wenwu looked at the Blood-Pattern Ancestor with amusement in his eyes.

There is no majestic aura, no cold voice.

Lu Wenwu just raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said lightly: "Are you afraid of me?"

The Blood-Marked Ancestor's expression suddenly changed, and his aura exploded, as if a god had descended to earth.

"Demon from outside the domain, stop your arrogant words! If you dare to take another step forward, I will make you know what power is!"

Lu Wenwu still had the same expression as before, and his voice was still calm, but the tone had changed to an affirmative one.

"You are afraid of me."

In Lu Wenwu's eyes, the Blood-Marked Ancestor at this moment was like an old lion who looked fierce on the outside but was weak on the inside.

The influence is still there, but the strength is not as strong as it used to be.

This is like a big brother in the underworld.

When someone attacks, even if the eldest brother is old and frail, he can still kill the attacker with a single blow of his knife. The eldest brother is still the same eldest brother as before.

However, if after someone attacks, the eldest brother just uses his former reputation to intimidate the enemy and tries to make them retreat on their own.

It is estimated that the big brother will have difficulty surviving the next month.

Lacking experience in fighting others, the Blood-Marked Ancestor immediately revealed his true thoughts.

It is indeed unfair to say that he was afraid of Lu Wenwu.

But it was true that he did not want to go to war with Lu Wenwu and hoped that he would give up when he saw the difficulty.

It's just that he wants both face and substance, which Lu Wenwu cannot satisfy.

Maomao disappeared quietly, and turned into flame patterns that condensed into the fire of the evil spirit.

Lu Wenwu turned his head to look at the two new pets and chuckled.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him die, and be prepared to clean up the battlefield."

"How brave!"

How good is the hearing ability of a Divine Transformation cultivator?

The two sides were only one or two kilometers apart, and Lu Wenwu did not deliberately eliminate the sound, so naturally the Blood Mark Ancestor heard it.

The Blood-Marked Ancestor, who felt that he was being despised by the other party, suddenly became furious. He knew that this battle would not end peacefully, and his will to fight and kill reached its peak in an instant.

"Luotian Immortal Armor Formation, form!"

"boom!"

With the Blood Vein Ancestor as the center, a huge battle shadow instantly took shape, bursting out with an unparalleled terrifying pressure.

That is the power of the late stage of Spirit Transformation, which is the limit that cannot be cultivated in this world!

The concentration of spiritual energy in this world is not enough to support the emergence of the late stage of Spirit Transformation.

Only by condensing the battle shadows can they be superimposed!

Feeling the surging power in his body, the Blood Vein Ancestor's expression became increasingly gloomy, as if water could drip out of it.

If the First Legion was still there, and formed the Heavenly Immortal Armor Formation, its power could even reach the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm, with a possibility of breaking through the shackles of space!

But all this was ruined because of the person in front of him!

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color.

In the mighty airflow, the blood patterns on the Blood Pattern Ancestor's armor suddenly bloomed, and corresponding blood-colored patterns also appeared on the body of the golden battle shadow. The originally illusory shadow of the life armor now seemed real.

Within the shadow of war, the Blood Vein Ancestor used a secret method to spread the original god, connecting the power of heaven and earth and connecting the spirits of all things.

His life-saving magic spear and life armor strangely expanded and actually matched the huge battle shadow.

Even his entire body seemed to have merged with the war shadow, becoming a single whole.

Suddenly, Zhan Ying's originally dull and rigid eyes became lively.

As his figure flashed, the spear in his hand shot straight towards the direction where Lu Wenwu was!

"die!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The tip of the spear had not yet arrived, but the terrifying spear intent seemed to twist the heaven and earth into a spiral.

Golden light burst out, and sharp gun shadows have completely submerged Lu Wenwu, and gunshots broke out.

Lu Wenwu raised his hand and looked at his arm which was bleeding. Feeling the powerful force contained in the shot, he suddenly closed his eyes, opened his arms as if enjoying it, with a look of pleasure on his face.

"This level of purity is really terrifyingly strong."

"Extremely arrogant!"

The Blood-Marked Ancestor was extremely furious, and wherever his spear passed, there were series of piercing whistles and sharp explosions, and sonic booms exploded in the air.

Just when the tip of the gun was less than half a meter away from him, Lu Wenwu's eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly threw a punch with a grim smile.

In an instant, a boundless sea of ​​blood descended.

The terrifying mental shock instantly rushed out in all directions, and even the battle-hardened Blood Vein Ancestor was stunned for a moment.

That is the blood evil condensed from billions of lives, the most terrifying karma between heaven and earth.

He boasted that he practiced in the flames of war and was born bathed in blood, and even the blood patterns he was proud of were forged in killing.

But in front of this endless sea of ​​blood, the killing he had done with all his might for thousands of years seemed so insignificant and ridiculous, as if mocking his incompetence.

Lu Wenwu did not give the Blood Vein Ancestor time to be stunned.

The military killing fist blasted out, and the punch with the demon spear attached collided with the war shadow spear, bursting out with a roar that was enough to pierce the eardrums.

"boom!"

The violent airflow exploded in an instant, and the few white clouds between the sky and the earth turned into ashes.

Led by the Blood-Pattern Ancestor himself, the battle shadows of all the remaining human cultivators in main armor in Zhennan City were gathered together, but they were actually suppressed in this clash!

The Blood-Marked Ancestor, who was hit and staggered, could not accept it.

Even if it was just a test, what right did the other party have?

He did not feel any fluctuation of spiritual energy, nor did he feel any mobilization of the power of heaven and earth.

It was just as if there was a kind of "momentum" blessing, and he punched out entirely relying on his physical strength.

But how is this possible?