Chapter 1388 Chaos Divine Soldier, Ancient God’s Axe to Open the Sky!

Ten Thousand Demon Swords!

Death Eyes!

Holy Body!

Night cloak!

Thunder shocked drill killing knife!

Five great magical objects gather together.

The young black-haired aura surged, like a mighty prison, terrifying to the extreme, and his hands moved together.

The whole person rushed out of the blood-devouring world in an instant.

The devouring blood world exploded, turning into a vast sea of ​​blood, flowing back to the front of the Blood-Clothed Marquis, and then turned into a blood-colored territory.

"open!"

The black-haired young man opened his eyebrows and eyes, and the gray power of death was like a pillar of smoke, instantly sweeping towards the blood-colored territory.

Silently.

The blood-colored territory was completely ashesed.

It seems to collapse at any time!

The Blood-Clothed Marquis returned to calm and snorted coldly.

The moment the sound was transmitted, the blood-colored territory shook, and the gray power of death that enveloped it was like falling scales, shattering all over the ground!

"It's ridiculous that you dare to show off your power in front of me at the end of your strength!"

The Blood-Clothed Hou's voice was cold.

The black-haired young man's eyes were plain, his feet moved slightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The speed is so fast that it is difficult to tell the naked eye!

Even if Zhao Fang uses the power of his spiritual consciousness, it is still difficult to capture.

Not long after, a lot of spiritual power was consumed!

Zhao Fang quickly withdrew his spiritual sense and knew that with the power of his spiritual sense, he wanted to keep up with the black-haired youth movements, which was a bit too extravagant!

call out!

The Blood-clothed Marquis also turned into a blood light and disappeared from the spot.

One black and one red, two rays of light were like two dragons flying across the sky. Every time they collided, the sealing formation would emit violent fluctuations and shaking!

The Blood God Son originally wanted to take advantage of the battle between the two powerful men and kill the boy whom he was extremely disgusted not far away.

But the aftermath of the two powerful people's outbreaks is so terrifying!

Even he could only passively resist and could not take action against Zhao Fang.

"Boy, you're lucky!"

The Blood God Son glanced at Zhao Fang coldly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was unconcealed!

Zhao Fang's face was as deep as water, and most of his mind was focused on resisting the aftermath of the two powerful men's battle, and he had no time to deal with the Blood God Son.

Bang!

Bang!

boom!

The black and red lights are about to break out at once!

The black light flew backwards, but the red light was fixed in mid-air.

When the black light retreated for thousands of miles, he barely stabilized his body and slowly showed the embarrassing posture of a black-haired young man.

In the red light in the air, the blood-clothed Hou stepped out, carrying his hands on his back, his demeanor was leisurely and unscathed!

"Is this your strength? I've disappointed you so much!"

The Blood-Clothed Hou had a weak expression and an unconcealed disappointment in his tone.

The black-haired young man's eyes were calm and he was not disturbed by this!

Although he was at a disadvantage in the battle just now, because of the "local advantage", it is not possible for the Blood-Clothed Marquis to defeat him in the short term.

And the current Blood-Clothed Marquis is just a heroic soul, and it appears with the bloodline offered by the Blood God Son. It is not a real entity and it cannot last long.

‘As long as you persist until the bloodline of the Blood God Son is dry, the heroic soul will retreat without fighting!’

The black-haired young man's eyes moved slightly.

He did do this in the next battle.

He no longer fought head-on with the Blood-Clothed Marquis, but instead changed into guerrilla warfare.

The blood-clothed Hou frowned, obviously conscious of the intention of the black-haired young man.

After a cold snorted, the blood-colored territory shook away the black-haired young man, the blood-clothed Hou shook his sleeves and rushed out of the sealed formation.

"Since you don't have the courage to fight me to the decisive battle, don't blame me for killing the entire ancient clan!"

The Blood-Clothing Marquis did what he said, rolled up the Blood God Son, and rushed out of the sealed formation.

The black-haired young man's expression changed slightly.

He really couldn't let the Blood-Clothed Hou do this.

Once the ancient clan is destroyed, the meaning of his protection here will become gone!

In addition, the blood-clothed Marquis who lost the suppression of the Great Formation of the Seal of Realm will have even more terrifying strength.

Be in emotion and reason.

He couldn't let the Blood-Clothed Marquis leave!

"Twelve Heavenly Witch Formation!"

As the young man in black robe waved his hand, the sealed world formation roared loudly, and twelve giant pillars emitting the aura of ancient witches pierced the ground under the self-sealed world position and appeared with a bang.

The twelve giant pillars were connected into one, and the Blood-Clothed Marquis who were about to leave the sealing formation surrounded the pillar.

"This, this is..."

Outside the sealed formation, the blood-clothed marquis rushed out of the formation because of the murderous intent of the blood-clothed marquis, while the white-faced members were all stunned after seeing the twelve giant pillars of the sky.

A glimmer of light burst out from the old Wu Zhu's eyes, and a trace of unconcealed joy flashed through his eyes.

"The formation in the formation? Or the secret treasure of the witch clan... I should have thought of it long ago!"

The Blood-Clothed Hou glanced around, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips. The blood-colored territory exploded and turned into boundless blood, flying towards the twelve giant pillars that held the sky.

In the blink of an eye.

The twelve giant pillars that exuded the aura of ancient witches were filled with a strong smell of blood, and their bodies were dyed blood-red.

The Blood-Free Marquis took out a blood-colored demon sword, raised his hand and fell. The Twelve-Day Witch Formation was torn apart, and the Blood-Free Marquis rushed out of the gap and looked at the black-haired young man indifferently.

"What other means should be used together, otherwise you will never have this opportunity!"

The black-haired young man looked at the Blood-Ye Shi Hou quietly, and for a moment, he said coldly, "As you wish!"

After the words "Wish" were finished, a very tall black shadow suddenly appeared behind the black-haired young man.

The black shadow couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel the domineering majesty on his body.

On the dark shadow's left hand, he was holding a golden whip.

The long whip is forged with unknown material, and it looks quite extraordinary.

Even the Blood-Clothed Marquis, who had always been calm and indifferent, had his pupils slightly shrunk when he saw the seven-colored whip, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Futu Prison Whip!"

"Abyss Demon Body..."

Zhao Fang couldn't understand what the Blood-Clothed Marquis said, but the old Wu Zhu outside the sealed formation was clear.

These two divine objects come from the "Futu Ancient Clan" and the "Abyss Demon Clan" among the top ten golden ancient tribes.

In order to deal with the leader of the Blood Clothing Sect, the ten holy weapons of the ancient golden clans have frequently appeared. To this day, the eight holy weapons of the tribes have been dispatched.

This is certainly because of the extraordinary strength of the Blood-Clothed Hou.

But the real reason is that the power that the sealing formation master, Si, can be drawn out by suppressing the corpse of the Taichu creature "天" and is limited.

Only some of the power of the spirit of the weapon can be used!

"That's all? Not enough!"

The blood-clothed Hou said lightly.

"Come on the axe!"

The abyss demon body behind the black-haired young man suddenly spoke, and the sound was like thunder, shaking the sky.

The words are over.

The sealing formation seemed to have a crack.

Immediately afterwards.

A giant axe of heaven-slashing through the sky, exuding a heavy and unsuppressible aura of ancient gods, carrying the terrifying edge of opening the sky and breaking the earth, slashing towards the Blood-Clothed Marquis.

The axe emerges, the sky is dim and the earth is dark!

The whole world is just that axe light, dazzling!

The axe slashed over the surging blood-colored territory. The blood-colored territory was instantly crushed, and the figure of the Blood-clothed Marquis ejaculated backwards, and a hint of redness flowed out of the corners of his lips.

His eyes were instantly red and he stared at the giant axe, with unprecedented solemnity in his eyes, "Chaos Divine Soldier, Ancient God's Axe for the Sky!"
Chapter completed!