"The bloodline of all races from ancient times"

As soon as that voice came out, the entire Xuhai Arena was in an uproar.

The mythical bloodline from the ancient times has reappeared in modern times. How much impact will this have on the world?

The face of the "tall and thin young man" who also came from the Holy Land of the Spirit Realm changed, but it was too late to stop the short-haired boy from opening his bloodline.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump

In the arena, many strong men from outside the realm were trembling with blood and soul.

Some strong men whose cultivation level was lower than half a step to the Danyuan realm had their knees bent involuntarily, half-kneeling on the ground.

Even some sages in the Danyuan Realm felt pressure in their blood and souls, wanting to pay homage to the "short-haired boy" in the Holy Land.

On the arena.

The short-haired boy's bloodline was opened, and the skin on his body was like scales and shells, tough and thick, like a giant beast standing proudly in the wilderness, and a terrifying aura shrouded the "Purple Master Two Skills".

"It turns out to be the bloodline of ancient mythology..."

Zizun Erjue's face was bitter, and his knees were mostly bent.

Under the powerful blood aura of the ancient tribes, they were like ants facing a giant beast. Before they even had a fight, they were already defeated physically and mentally.

The two of them had just struck together, leaving only a bloodstain as big as a fingernail on the short-haired boy.

And those scars healed themselves in an instant under the blood of the ancient tribes.

"What a strong defense and recovery power. Is this the power of the bloodline of the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List?"

Zhao Feng felt a trembling feeling in his body, mind and soul.

Except for the forbidden divine eye, even his bloodline power was completely suppressed, causing a slight tremor.

The bloodline power was completely suppressed. This was the first time Zhao Feng encountered this situation.

pounding, pounding

The suppressed blood, the throbbing breath, was transmitted to the sealed eye of the gods; the heartbeat of the ghost was transmitted from the eyes of the gods, beating frequently.

After all, Zhao Feng's bloodline power is a by-product of the divine eye.

"roll"

The bloodline power of the short-haired boy was raised to an extreme. A layer of dark light pattern that was completely ancient, like an unbridled black tornado, exploded and rushed straight into a radius of one or two hundred feet.

Bang bang

The two masters of Zizun screamed almost at the same time, and their bodies were thrown away. Their bodies were covered in blood and flesh, as if they had been collided and crushed by a giant wild beast.

"Ahh——"

The two bloody bodies rolled down from the arena.

Several judges in the Great Alchemy Realm were stunned for a moment, with shock on their faces.

"Jiang Fan, thirty-one consecutive victories, not thirty-two consecutive victories..."

One of the referees had a slightly stuttering voice.

In this current state.

The short-haired boy "Jiang Fan"'s bloodline from the Ancient Ten Thousand Races exploded with terrifying power, directly blowing away a young man in the late and peak stages of the Danyuan Realm.

hiss

Everyone in the audience gasped, their hearts trembling under the pressure of that ancient and primitive bloodline aura.

No one in the crew beside Zhao Feng could stand.

Loulan Zhishui's delicate body was soft and soft, and she leaned on Zhao Feng, barely holding on.

However, those who can persevere will have their blood vessels faintly stimulated.

"Hahaha...who else challenges?"

Jiang Fan laughed proudly, and the aura of the ancient bloodline that looked down upon the Eight Desolations made the people around him breathless.

Wherever the short-haired boy "Jiang Fan" looked, the oppression of the ancient bloodline seemed to be coming to him.

Many people are struck by lightning both physically and mentally.

Some people nearby who wanted to challenge lowered their heads.

"The breath of the ancient bloodline of all races seems to have the same origin as the 'dream ancient breath' that I absorbed."

Zhao Feng's bloodline was suppressed, but it was also stimulated.

In particular, his bloodline is connected to the divine eye.

"Um?"

The short-haired boy's eyes suddenly paused as he scanned an area.

"With the thin ancient aura, could there be other bloodlines from the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List..."

The bloodline of the short-haired boy produced a strange feeling.

Swish

His keen eyes were fixed on Zhao Feng.

pounding, pounding

Zhao Feng's divine eyes were beating frequently; that slightly familiar feeling also came from some of the ancient breath of dreams absorbed in the body, which had not been completely integrated into the blood of the body.

boom

Confronting the short-haired boy's eyes, Zhao Feng was shaken physically and mentally, as if he was facing a frontal impact from a wild beast.

That deliberate pressure is stronger than others.

"It is worthy of being the top mythical bloodline in the world..."

Zhao Feng's whole body was filled with energy and blood, and he held on.

Fortunately, his life constitution, driven by the "Sea Whale Heart Marrow Blood" and "Dream Ancient Breath", is comparable to the Lord of the Great Alchemy Realm.

Otherwise.

If you were in any half-step Danyuan realm, or even some small Danyuan realm, you might have to vomit blood.

"Interesting, your bloodline power seems to have some connection with the bloodline of thousands of ancient races..."

The short-haired boy's eyes lit up.

Coming from Zhao Feng, that wisp of aura that seemed to have the same origin aroused his fighting spirit and feelings.

even.

The blood of all races in his body, for a brief moment, had the illusion of being threatened by a powerful enemy.

The short-haired boy's words amazed everyone.

Many spectators looked sideways at Zhao Feng.

Unexpectedly, someone close to the bloodline of the Ancient Ten Thousand Races List would appear in the same place.

"It's a pity that my cultivation is not in the Danyuan realm."

The short-haired boy shook his head slightly, a little regretful, and put away his fighting spirit.

call

Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief. The blood pressure from the short-haired boy was too great.

He does not deny that there is a big gap between the bloodline of all races in ancient times.

The "Purple Master Two Jue", a late-stage Little Danyuan Realm, and a peak Little Pillyuan Realm, were all blown away directly.

If it were him and the Skeleton Hall Master, the outcome would be the same.

"Without using the Bloodline Eye Pupil, I would probably be blown away by one of his moves. Moreover, the ancient bloodline of all races is so powerful that it cannot be killed by the 'Void Pupil Slash'."

Zhao Feng analyzed calmly in his heart.

After some analysis.

He fully understands the terror of the genius in the Holy Land of the Spiritual Realm.

It's no wonder that "Zhao Yufei" was chosen as the successor by "Purple Saint Remnant Spirit".

You must know that Holy Lord Ziye also has the rare bloodline of all ancient races. At his peak, he was in the "Xuanguang Realm" that surpassed the Great Emperor of the Void God Realm, and was only one step away from the heavenly level god.

"Junior, you are here, hahaha..."

A cold angry laugh came from the other end of the arena.

The person who spoke was none other than Lord Moshan

"It's him..."

The two charming women couldn't help but be shocked when they saw Zhao Feng in the crowd.
To be continued...