Chapter 1405 Blood Refining and Divine Transformation Array!

"I found you! Blood Flood Tu!"

Accompanied by this gloomy and cold voice, which seemed to suppress anger, would burst out at any time, a powerful aura that belonged to the peak of the mid-stage God Lord realm swept across like a storm.

Zhao Fang frowned slightly.

He could ignore these breath storms, but the forbidden magic circle in front of the Nether Fire Monk was not good.

The Nether Fire Monk is even worse.

"The power of the ancient god."

Zhao Fangxu grabbed an ancient god crystal with his hand and squeezed it out in one hand.

The ancient god crystal that burst opens turned into countless star dots, scattered inside and outside Zhao Fang's palm.

The next moment.

Zhao Fang took a step forward.

The four ancient gods dots on the eyebrows were spinning wildly, and the power of the ancient gods of the royal family burst out, and the surging divine power surged into the right arm.

The divine power is stimulating, igniting the power of the ancient god hidden in the star dots.

boom!

In an instant.

Zhao Fang's entire arm was covered by a layer of golden whirlwind.

And as Zhao Fang continued to accumulate momentum, the golden whirlwind began to expand.

Zhao Fang raised his hand and clenched his fist. The golden whirlwind gathered on the fist and suddenly burst out against the breath of the Lord of God swept over.

Bang!

Bang!

Two extremely powerful forces exploded in the Blood Demon Sea.

Within a thousand feet of magnitude in front of Zhao Fang, the sea of ​​blood rolled backwards in all directions, leaving a blank space.

Dingdeng~~

Zhao Fang stepped back nearly a hundred steps in a row before suppressing the terrifying aura that came from venting.

He slowly looked up.

In front of him, a tall blood figure suddenly appeared.

The figure was completely composed of blood, and the blood on the surface of the body kept squirming and changing, and he couldn't see his true face clearly.

But Zhao Fang could clearly detect the cold gaze cast from the figure of the sea of ​​blood.

"It's true that I am worthy of being the real person. Just the breath is so terrifying!"

Zhao Fangxin was extremely shocked.

Although the boy in the blood robe is also a god master, perhaps because he belongs to the clone, his real combat power is stronger than the God Emperor.

In addition, being in the bloody sea, one can barely exert the strength of an ordinary god lord.

But even so, compared with the deity in front of him, he is still weak and desolate.

"It's just a breath. Fortunately, I have the ancient god crystal sent by the Holy Body Array Spirit. Otherwise, if this breath came over, I wouldn't be sure to take it."

To calm down the restless qi and blood, Zhao Fang straightened up and looked at the tall and bloody figure calmly.

"Blood Ming?"

“I am the one!”

The Blood Ming Ancestor was clearly right in front of him, but his voice came from the sea of ​​blood from all directions, which was extremely strange.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Zhao Fang said.

"Wait for me?"

The voice of the Xueming Ancestor was indescribable and angry, "Waiting to die?"

"Of course not!"

Zhao Fang smiled and shook his head, "Although you have the peak strength of the mid-stage God Lord, to be honest, your combat power is not as good as the early stage God Lord I know."

"Don't let me show my slight tricks in front of me. I'll give you two choices, let me turn my head and become my second clone, or die!"

"Die! Death--!"

The word "death" exited, and the entire Blood Nether Sea surged violently. Countless different sounds came from the Blood Nether Sea and gathered into a very impactful and shocking echo.

"I'm telling the truth."

Zhao Fang shrugged helplessly, "I wonder if you have ever heard of the Son of Blood God. Well, you may not have heard of the second-generation leader of the Blood Clothing Sect, a powerful man from ancient times, who was resurrected in the Shapo Realm.

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"The resurrected Blood God Son is extremely weak and his strength is barely in the early stage of the God Lord. Interestingly, even if he only has the early stage of the God Lord, he is even stronger than you now!"

"Son of Blood God?" The calm and indifferent voice of the ancestor Xueming was rarely seen, "Where is he?"

"Dead!"

"Diet? Are you playing tricks on me?"

The ancestor of Blood Ming was furious, "The Son of Blood God is an ancient powerful man. Since he has been resurrected, who can kill them? Boy, don't use tricks and come quickly. Don't toast or eat the punishment!"

"I'm indeed dead, I was killed by his father, Bloody Marquis."

Zhao Fang is telling the truth.

But when the Xueming Ancestor heard this, he was sure that Zhao Fang was playing with him.

"Toast? Those two conditions you mentioned. Let me think about it..."

Zhao Fang touched his head, looking like he was thinking, and it took him more than twenty seconds to delay the Xue Ming Ancestor was about to be impatient when he spoke.

Zhao Fang laughed, "Two choices, one is to erase consciousness by you, the body becomes your tool, and the second is to be killed by you, and the body becomes your tool. These two choices, no matter which one I choose,

The endings seem to be the same."

"Since that's the case, I'll choose the third one!"

"Third?" The voice of the ancestor Xueming buzzed.

"Yes, it's the third one, kill you!"

The moment ago, Zhao Fang was still full of ruffianism and smiled scoundrels.

But when he said the last three words, his expression suddenly turned cold.

This sudden change in expression is quite unpredictable.

The Blood Ming Ancestor was obviously not affected and sneered: "Do you think that killing one of my clones can threaten me? It's so ignorant that I am extremely pitiful."

"Well. I've been silent for too long. People in the world have long forgotten the name of Blood Ming. I will use your life to announce that the Blood Ming Ancestor will return to the territory of all worlds!"

The words are over.

The Blood Sea swept with a strong smell of blood, turning into a sacred mountain that was so powerful that it was pressed towards Zhao Fang.

In an instant.

Zhao Fang felt that he had become the "public enemy" of the Blood Nether Sea.

Every drop of blood here is excluding itself.

The pressure of the entire blood sea world fell on me, and the feeling was so painful.

"Dead!"

The ancestor of Xueming was cold and his voice was full of confidence and confidence.

This is not an ordinary attack, but contains all the rules and powers in the Blood Nether Sea, and is his killer move.

now.

Even in the early stage of the ordinary God Lord, if he encounters this move, he will run away in panic.

"Xue Ming, have you not seen it clearly yet?"

Facing the full-strength attack of the Blood Ming Ancestor, Zhao Fang was not panicked, but instead spoke plainly.

"Um?"

Zhao Fang's calm reaction exceeded the expectations of the Old Ancestor Xue Ming, which made him scream in surprise.

But immediately, he sneered again, "Now the overall situation is settled, I want to see what other tricks you can do!"

"Oh, the greatest advantage of this palace master in his life is the beauty of adulthood. Since you want to see it, then open your dog's eyes and see it clearly!"

Zhao Fang looked indifferently at the endless blood that had approached him, "Open!"

There was no movement around!

The blood still moved forward straight, and the terrifying pressure emitted seemed to crush Zhao Fang, the ancient god body, into pieces in the next moment.

However.

The moment Zhao Fang's words fell.

It seemed like there was a pair of invisible palms to soothe all the restless sea of ​​blood, and the sea of ​​blood was instantly calm.

As if he was fixed, he remained motionless.

"What? How can this be this?"

The ancestor of Blood Ming was a little shocked and unbelievable.
Chapter completed!