“It’s it”

Luo Chong stared at the diamond-shaped blood pool and made a decision in just over ten seconds.

There is a lot of truth in this kind of thing, but it is only a vague feeling. It is enough.

boom

At the moment Luo Chong made the decision, the Skeleton Palace caused a violent shock. It was the birdman who hit the top of the hall outside in unknown ways. Fortunately, the ancient god of the wilderness was absolutely hard, and the Skeleton Palace could not be hit by him with one blow.

"This bird is really a mess."

Luo Chong cursed in his heart, but he didn't feel angry. After all, he has always suffered the losses when dealing with this guy Feng, so what else can we have to do with him?

At most, this guy is an annoying fly, buzzing in your ears and causing trouble. The best way to deal with him is to wait until the fly is tired and fall down, and we will pick up the fly swatter and snap it.

Luo Chong turned around and glanced at Hai Ling'er. She was dozens of meters away, holding on to the gate of the hall with the other tribal chiefs, and never giving the Feng a chance to break in.

Although more than a hundred chiefs outside the hall were unable to fly, they also divided dozens of people to climb to the top of the hall, and would use their bodies as flesh shields to resist the bombardment of the blade.

Although the bird cargo has the air superiority, we have many people, united and fearless, so it is unlikely that he will take advantage of the loopholes again.

Boom...

The front was suspended at a height of hundreds of meters, wielding his purple gold warhammer, and then hit him with all his strength, but was blocked by a chief with a counterattack spell dozens of meters away, and did not cause any damage to the top of the hall.

"hateful"

Na Feng was anxious and seemed to realize that Luo Chong's bastard had already begun to accept the ancient god's inheritance. While constantly bombarding, he was also looking around, wanting to find the weak position of the Skeleton Palace or other factors that could be used.

In addition to these, he had to avoid various spells that were bursting from the bottom up by more than a hundred tribal chiefs in mid-air, which was quite busy and not easy.

Luo Chong could see all this outside the hall with super vision, which was enough to be sure that there would be no problem for the time being. If the 199 barbarian chiefs could not even block a single striker, it would be too useless.

So, Luo Chong took a step forward and fell into the blood pool without hesitation.

In the blood pool, the crimson liquid is not as simple as the blood of the ancient god. It has strong buoyancy. It lifts Luo Chong's body, causing him to sink slowly, and his speed is very slow.

Swish...

It was like being able to corrupt bones and souls. As soon as it touched the blood in the pool, the magic weapon-level boots, pants, and clothes that Luo Chong wore were corroded, which looked quite terrifying.

Luo Chong is still a mortal body. After connecting with Ji Shiyun's strength, he has the cultivation strength of a low-level demon and can control magic weapons or magic weapons. But now, the clothes of the magic weapon level corroded in the blink of an eye. Isn't his flesh and blood body...

He was shocked and subconsciously wanted to jump out. Unexpectedly, the blood in the pool had a sticky force beyond imagination, like a pair of invisible hands pulling him tightly. Before Luo Chong could come up with a way to save himself, the deep red blood had already disappeared from his chest.

“Huh?”

In addition to being shocked, I also found that my skin had been exposed to the deep red blood, but it did not have the severe corrosion and pain I imagined. Instead, it was a bit smooth and sticky feeling like milk.

The next second, a wave of heat flowed through the skin and into the body, but it was also painless.

Luo Chong has long been a terrifying bully who has never seen the world. How could he guess that the blood in the pool will not harm the creatures, and will only forcibly eliminate the excess items on your body.

Fortunately, we don’t have the bad habit of wearing storage rings, and all our wealth is in the safest soul-devouring space. Otherwise, there will be a huge loss in this moment.

Huhuhuhuhu

The rolling heat flowed into the body, Luo Chong relaxed, his body was flat, and slowly sank into the bottom of the pool in a lying on his back...

At the entrance of the hall, a tribe chief asked Hai Ling'er with a voice message: "Sea Blue Pearl, do you think his way of accepting inheritance is really right?"

"It's certainly not right for us."

Hai Ling'er shook her head slowly: "But he is special, everything must be done according to his own feelings. We are not qualified to guide him."

As barbarians, the chiefs present had their first sight when they saw these blood pools with their own eyes, and then they had an enlightenment from their bloodline: if they were to themselves, they would sink directly into the blood pool by Luo Chong's method, the only result would be that they were assimilated by the divine blood in the pool, without leaving a trace of residue.

If you compare yourself to a small flame, the divine blood in the pool is a giant bonfire. If the small flame falls into it, where can you find it?

Luo Chong is not a fire, because he is not a barbarian at all, and has nothing to do with this bloodline inheritance. So it cannot be measured by common sense. No one can guess what will happen, so Hai Ling'er said: No one is qualified to guide him.

Boom boom boom boom...

Outside the hall, the battle situation was not fierce. After all, the front was only one person. Even if it was three heads and six arms, it would not be able to compete with more than one hundred barbarian chiefs. They could only rely on their air superiority to knock around and smash them around.

On the surface, no one can do anything to him, but in this situation, he seems quite embarrassed.

"We must not let him succeed"

"He must never be allowed to obtain the inheritance of the ancient gods."

"You must never let him get the Pearl of the Sea"

"We must never let him become the savior of the barbarians..."

Na Feng's inner roar never stopped. As time went by, his mood became more and more impatient and crazy.

Below, a chief with a totem tattoo on his face deliberately stimulated him: "It's really terrible to be devilish. He was completely stupid. He was not just like a madman, but also like a clown. He was truly pathetic, lamentable, ridiculous."

"Ao..."

The last 'tragic and ridiculous' was hitting the weakest part in the front's heart, which directly triggered his anger and howl of the earth and the sky, but because of the pause in his movements, he was hit by the anti-aircraft gun-like bombardment spells of more than a dozen chiefs.

"ah"

A ferocious wound was torn on the surface of the body, and the left leg, like a bird's claw, was broken. It fell from mid-air and turned into ashes before it landed. However, the edge was unaware of it and was still howling desperately.

Sad, lamentable, ridiculous

Since the day Luo Chong appeared, the pride in Feng's heart has been hit and destroyed again and again... Sometimes, he himself is asking himself: I, Feng, is he a tragic and ridiculous loser? Is he destined to never defeat that person?

"Ahhhhh"

He roared desperately regardless of everything. Obviously, he was completely crazy and entered the complete violent mode.

This is very good

The more than 100 tribal chiefs below were secretly happy, not afraid of him trying to fight us, but afraid that this guy would run around and keep wandering around. If he found the weakness of the Skeleton Hall or some factor that could trigger a drastic change in the cemetery, that would be really bad.

The ancient god heritage is about to return to the barbarians. At this most critical moment, these chiefs would rather sacrifice their lives than allow anyone to turn their hopes into vain.

"Come on, come on for me"

At this moment, all the chiefs straightened their bodies, looked up, and launched a silent provocation at the birdman in the sky.

The chief who had just spoken to the stimulating edge of the front jumped a few times and reached the highest point at the top of the hall. He raised the battle axe in his hand high like a lightning rod.

Come on, I'm here, I'm the one who just spoke

In the sky, the body of the sharp edge continued to expand, from three meters to more than ten meters. Although it could not be compared with the ancient god statues as high as a hundred feet, nor with the wild ancient gods standing tall, it looked quite amazing and terrifying.

His powerful weapon, the Purple Gold Warhammer, also increased in size. It seemed that a shocking attack had been brewing and forming. The piece of calf that had just lost had completely recovered and became thicker...

When the feathers on his wings changed from dark gold to pure gold, he descended vertically and swung down, and the purple gold warhammer swung violently.

The extremely terrifying pressure can be called a shocking blow

"bring it on"

The chief of the patterned face jumped high from the top of the hall, and this jump was more than 200 meters, facing the vertical dive in mid-air.

Everyone could understand that the chief of the face did not want the super powerful attack of the front to reach the skeleton hall, so he met without hesitation like an intercepting missile.

boom

The terrifying shock swept around from the sky, the hall of skeletons swayed continuously, and the dozens of chiefs on the roof were unstable and shaking violently.

In the air, the figure of the chief with a patterned face disappeared, leaving only a small piece of the handle of the battle axe falling from the sky, and was pulled into the palm of another chief.

The violent attack of the Feng turned him into ashes, but he used his body to protect the Skeleton Palace. Otherwise, this attack would probably have a catastrophe for the entire palace.

Even so, some bone fragments fell inside the hall, crackling and falling into some blood pools. One of the bone stubble, which was thick with thighs, also fell into the diamond-shaped blood pool where Luo Chong was. Luo Chong lay on his back at the bottom of the pool, as if he was closing his eyes to enjoy...

Looking at the striker, after one blow, the huge body that had just expanded to a height of more than ten meters began to shrink sharply. During this period, he was hit by the joint attacks of dozens of chiefs one after another. When he returned to his normal body size of more than three meters, he was already bloody and unbearable, and even his pair of wings became incomplete.

I thought that the powerful attack just now could destroy the entire palace of bones that carried the barbarian hope, but a chief used his life to detonate his attack in advance.

"Hate"

The edge seemed to be exhausted and the lamp was gone. Even the purple gold warhammer fell off and fell off. It was caught by a chief below and seized it.

"I hate it"

The body of the storm exploded, but a dark golden and blood-red halo emerged from the corpse at a rapid speed and penetrated into the thick bones at the top of the hall. However, this halo was too small and fast, and was not discovered by any barbarian chief.

At this moment, with a thud, Luo Chong, who was in the diamond-shaped blood pool, was hit in the head by the thick bone stubble that fell...
Chapter completed!