There was pure golden liquid flowing between his meridians, like waves in the sea, and a whirlwind blew from time to time.

The golden blood finally gathered in the cave field, and the cave field slowly turned into nothingness. A little golden man actually appeared in his cave field.

The little golden man looks exactly like Tang Xiaobao, a complete replica.

The little golden man sat cross-legged and exhaled some golden gas from his mouth from time to time.

Suddenly, the little golden man opened his eyes and glanced at the city lord and the imperial master.

Snap!

The ninth-level magic weapon was instantly shattered.

The city lord's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He was so frightened that his body was trembling slightly.

Just now, when the little golden man looked over, he felt a kind of bloodline suppression and the threat of death, which made him want to kneel down and surrender.

There was sweat on the forehead of the Imperial Master, and he stood up with a burst of ecstasy on his face.

"It's done, it's done, it's finally done."

"What is the blood concentration?"

The city lord asked tremblingly.

The Imperial Master swallowed his saliva, was stunned, thought for a moment, and said: "According to the records in our clan, there are no signs of his bloodline being this strong."

"Why do I feel the suppression in my bloodline?" the city lord said with a bitter smile.

"Is it 100% the blood of the First Immortal?" the Imperial Master said.

The city lord was ashamed: "It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

However, the Imperial Master trembled violently: "No, this is not the blood of the First Immortal, this is the blood of the First God."

puff……
Chapter completed!