The Blood-Slaying Son of God knocked away the golden war spear with a flick of his finger.

Immediately afterwards, he slapped a palm and stamped it firmly on Bao Lie's chest.

"puff."

Blood spurted out from Bao Lie's mouth, and he flew back like a kite with its string cut off.

There were many tiny cracks on his body, blood seeped out, and he almost exploded.

With just one palm strike, Baolie suffered terrible injuries and almost died.

They are both at the Lin Dao realm, but the difference in strength is not as big as usual.

Just when the Blood-Slaughter God Son was about to add another palm, Zhang Ruochen took action and knocked out the Qingtian Pagoda.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Qingtian Pagoda resisted the Son of Blood-Slaughter God, Zhang Ruochen rescued Baolie and fed him a large amount of the Fountain of Life.

"Only you want to fight with this Son of God, and you don't know whether to live or die." The Son of Blood-Slaughter shook the pagoda into the sky and said coldly.

Seeing that Bao Lie was so seriously injured, everyone's heart sank and they didn't know what they could do to fight against the Son of Blood Butcher God.

They had managed to destroy a clone of the Blood-Slaughter God Son despite serious injuries, but when faced with his true form, they had no power to fight back.

Zhang Ruochen clenched his fists, eager for power in his heart. If his cultivation could reach the Dao Realm or Lin Dao Realm, why should he be afraid of the Son of Blood-Slaying God?

He doesn't lack resources or potential, what he lacks is just time.

Give him a hundred more years, and under the Great Sage, he will not be afraid of anyone.

The Son of Blood Butcher didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill Zhang Ruochen and others. He liked to see their fearful expressions and pushed them step by step deeper into the sword tomb.

On the black field, there are all kinds of swords, both intact and incomplete, with countless shapes and shapes.

The deeper you go, the more active the rules of the sword become, and the stronger their restraint on other monks.

Except for Zhang Ruochen, Bao Lie, Ji Fanxin and others, they were all severely suppressed and their strength was reduced sharply.

On the other hand, the Son of Blood-Slaughter God is still as powerful as a rainbow, and with the complete Supreme Sacred Artifact in hand, it is difficult for the Sword Tomb to suppress him too much.

In a mysterious place in the Sword Tomb, Luo Yi appeared, frowning and looking at the extremely arrogant Son of Blood-Slaughter God.

"I finally found something, but idiots like the Undead Vampires came in. It's really disgusting."

Luo Yi's face was ugly, and he was very unhappy that the undead vampire came to ruin his good deeds.

After releasing his powerful mental power, a giant appeared behind him, holding a giant heavy sword.

The giant is not a living being, but a dead corpse. It has been dead for unknown years and was buried in the sword tomb. The corpse does not rot and still possesses great strength.

"It's not that easy to release Hades, go ahead." Luo Yi sneered and used his mental power to drive the giant.

"boom."

The giant jumped out suddenly, looked down from a high position, swung his giant heavy sword, and slashed down at the Son of Blood-Slaying God.

"snort."

The Blood-Slaughter God Son grunted loudly and charged out with a single finger.

A streak of blood burst out, piercing the space and bombarding the giant sword.

"Roar."

The giant roared like a wild beast, slashing with his sword repeatedly, showing no fear of death.

Even though he is dead, he can still be a sword cultivator and still have a great advantage in the sword tomb.

Zhang Ruochen glanced in the direction where the giant jumped out, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, thoughtfully.

The next moment, he came back to his senses and without hesitation led Bao Lie and others as quickly as possible towards an ancient mountain covered in ice and snow in the distance.
Chapter completed!