A tragic group fight.

The Blood Lord, with colorful mists all over his body, brought countless graceful afterimages, shuttled through the crowd like ghosts.

She laughed lightly from time to time, and the jade pipa in her hand waving the soul-tempering demon sound. Her delicate little hand gently patted the warriors of all races, and a large amount of pure essence and blood aura was pulled away by her.

Many soldiers were slapped by the Blood Lord's little hands, and they collapsed on the ground and could not move. The originally strong man grew older in just a few breaths, at least 20 years old, and his energy and spirit were lost.

After succeeding more than a dozen times in a row, the Blood Lord narrowed his eyes so much that he smiled.

In her opinion, these powerful people in the human race are just like this.

But soon, the soldiers of all races who rushed up indignation were scolded by their elders and retreated in anger.

The elders of various tribes led by Emperor Shun personally came up and attacked the Blood Lord with a fierce attack. Dozens of powerful witchcraft that could be called treasures brought terrifying witch power fluctuations, rolling over the Blood Lord's body like a tsunami.

Blood Lord completely underestimated the strength of Di Shun and others, especially Di Shun, who practiced the secret technique of the Human Emperor. Although he was only at the level of the Witch Emperor, his combat power could only be described as horror.

Although he lost the Xuanyuan Sword, Di Shun gently waved his sword fingers with his hands, and infinite sword energy spread everywhere, shaking black cracks in the void. The careless Blood Lord was hit by Di Shun's sword energy and received the blessing of the incense and belief power of countless people of the human race. The Human Emperor's sword energy infused with merits made the Blood Lord cry in tears.

There are also old monsters like Lao Zhulong who are mixed in and use black hands. The Blood Lord was beaten to the point of dimness in just a few breaths and almost collapsed.

The painless Blood Lord brought a rainbow to the sky and wanted to escape, but Ji Hao waited aside for a long time and finally waited for the opportunity. Pan Xi Divine Mirror emitted a dark and gloomy light. Before the Blood Lord could escape, he was thrown directly into the colorful cauldron in Ji Hao's body by Pan Xi Divine Mirror.

The Panxi Divine Mirror was shaking violently, and released a series of suffocating terrifying auras rolling around.

Ji Hao smiled and pointed at Pan Xi Shenjing and nodded: "Sir, the demon has been subdued. The problem now is..."

Ji Hao pointed at Gongsun Tianming, who was surrounded by countless soldiers and was frightened by the Xuanyuan Sword holding the Xuanyuan Sword, but was trembling but did not dare to leave. The kid's long sword in his hand swept a series of golden divine lights, and the terrifying sword intent and sword energy poured into his whole body. The aura on his body could be vaguely confronted with Emperor Shun.

When Di Shun and others saw Ji Hao "expelled the demons with the ultimate treasure", they nodded and exclaimed for a few words, then turned around and looked at Gongsun Tianming.

An elder of the Dragon Clan said in a muffled voice: "Boy, hand over the person behind you! No matter who dares to use the corpse of my dragon clan's ancestor to sacrifice to the corpse refining puppets, they are all my dragon clan's mortal enemy. Hand over the person and keep your whole body!"

The teeth were clenched, and a dragon general said gloomyly: "You can stop talking, I slowly chew it inch by inch and eat it. I haven't tried the human taste for many years!"

Ji Hao stopped saying a word.

He came to Youxiong Ruins, just to stop Gongsun Tianming from becoming the only candidate for the Emperor of the Youxiong clan and to cause some trouble for him to ascend to the throne of the Human Emperor.

But this time the gains far exceeded his estimate. Gongsun Meng was possessed by the demon, which completely shattered the plots of Gongsun Tianming and the corpse Taoist behind him. Ji Hao had already taken the Blood Lord, and he no longer needed to talk more.

How to say that Gongsun Tianming is actually Zhurong Tianming. For the sake of Zhurong, Ji Hao can't kill him with his own hands!

Perhaps the best outcome for him to be chopped into meat sauce by angry warriors of all races.

Gongsun Tianming looked at everyone with no face. He gritted his teeth and whispered: "The Xuanyuan Sword has recognized my Xuanyuan bloodline. I am the direct successor of the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan. I hold the Xuanyuan Sword in my hand, so I should be the only candidate for the Human Emperor!"

An elder of the Youxiong clan said coldly: "You colluded with demons and killed the patriarch of my clan. You said you are a descendant of the Youxiong clan... Ask the people of my clan present, who thinks you are a descendant of the Xuanyuan ancestor?"

An elder of the Dragon Clan said sinisterly: "We have already said that this kid got a drop of Di Xuanyuan's essence and blood from somewhere. He used a secret method to cast a physical body, which gave him Di Xuanyuan's bloodline."

A Feng Clan elder said coldly: "Why do you say so much? Capture alive, torture, and torture, and the secret method of searching souls. This kid can torture the kang many times he urinated when he was a child, so why waste his quarrel with him?"

Hundreds of human gentry with extremely powerful cultivation surrounded Gongsun Tianming. Even if he had the lotus body to protect himself, he would not have been able to escape from the siege of so many people.

Outside the Bear Ruins, in an unknown hill, the corpse Taoist sat cross-legged on a cushion. He held a string of dark golden rosary in both hands, murmured and cursed with an ugly expression: "The incompetent waste, the devil, and the destiny child. And the Yaobo Jihao, what kind of hatred and resentment of this sect and you, you have ruined the good things of this sect again and again!"

Standing beside the corpse Taoist, Boqiuga asked carefully: "We want to save him?"

The expression of the Taoist corpse froze slightly, and he whispered: "His face has been seen through. If he saves him... how much effort will it take to cover it up? How many chess pieces will it take to arrange a new identity for him later? In this destiny child, the effort we have spent too much."

Pakukha smiled bitterly and said, "We did spend too much effort on him, but because of this, Isn't it too wasteful to abandon him?"

The corners of the corpse Taoist's eyes twitched violently a few times, and he murmured in a low voice: "But so many people surround him, unless the two ancestors take action, you or me, who can save him?"

A sigh came from the side of the Taoist Taoist, and the Taoist Taoist's voice suddenly sounded: "This Yaobo Jihao seems to have no chance with this sect. I passed my decree. Whoever can kill Yaobo Jihao in my sect can be the true teachings of this sect?"

A bronze-colored, antique copper lamp flew out of the void and fell lightly on the hands of the corpse Taoist.

"If I save him for the last time, did you lay a pawn on the Mi family of the Bear clan back then?"

The Taoist corpse respectfully took the copper lamp, looked at the blue-white bean lamp on the copper lamp, and said respectfully: "Disciple, please obey the law."

After taking a look at the direction of the Bear Ruins, the Taoist corpse picked up the copper lamp and blew it gently, and a little blue-white fire light flew out.

In front of the ancestral temple of the Youxiong clan, Gongsun Tianming's body was suddenly shrouded in a little blue-white fire. A breeze blew, and his figure slowly dissipated and disappeared again.

Outside the Xiong Ruins, Gongsun Tianming's body appeared in front of the corpse Taoist. He looked ecstatic and knelt down in front of the corpse Taoist.
Chapter completed!