Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

This blood spell is another means of using brazenness.

Brahma is a cursing power, but there is no systematic way to use Brahma in the Great Spectrum.

Instructing Luo Zheng's sword, Chen Huangjie has developed a use to suppress his emotions with Shaqi, and to cultivate the cultivation of the Love Divine Path.

In contrast, the Saints are much more intelligent in their use of Sha Qi.

They can freely transfer the curse in the brawl...

The power of a single living spirit at the moment before his death is minimal, but the power of many curses is rather frightening.

This blood spell is only aimed at homologous races.

Blood spells made with human blood, for example, are only effective for humans and have no effect on other races, other beings.

So once the blood spell release succeeds, this blood spell arranged in human blood will be completely directed against the human race, and the Holy Nation, Demon Nation, Demon Night Nation, and even all kinds of vicious beasts will not be affected...

People will not be afraid of this blood spell until it has been cultivated. Even the realm master will be affected. He will stay in the area where the blood spell is arranged for a long time, and the realm master will also be eroded!

Now that the Holy Nation has captured a great realm, it immediately arranges a bleeding spell, so that it will no longer fear that the people will occupy it in reverse, unless the other party uses heaven to purge the blood spell.

In this situation, however, the heavenly dignity of Dayanyu is hidden in the heavenly clan. If you dare to come alone, there will be no return. After all, the people have fallen three heavenly dignity, and each heavenly dignity will fall, and victory will be tilted toward the balance of the holy clan.

This is a step-by-step strategy.

“Brush!”

The whip slapped down like a snake diving down.

If the whip was really caught, both the old lady and the horn braid girl would be drawn into a bloody mist.

Everyone around them is a cold and tired face, and no one dares to help each other.

In the eyes of these humans, these holy tribes are demonic beings, and anyone who dares to resist will be crushed like an ant.

Two hours ago, hundreds of people shouted for rest, but the Saints ignored it at all and punched it down with a whip.

The whip was swept down, like a sharp sharp sharp knife, drawing hundreds of people directly into two pieces and falling into a bloodbath.

Since then, it has been understood that not to seek the mercy of these saints, but to pray to them, will only make them die faster.

But at this moment, as soon as he arrived in the golden dragon robe, he suddenly flashed out, but he grabbed the little girl's arm and suddenly rolled over to the side!

The little girl had just left the place, and the whip had fallen down heavily, smoking directly on the old woman.

The old woman's frail body, suddenly smashed by the whip, directly turned into a bloody mist and disappeared in front of the crowd.

“Country, lord…”

When the little girl saw clearly the man who saved her life, she also stunned.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe nodded to the little girl in his arms, but raised his head and said, “Lord Saint, I will lead my subjects on the road, ask Lord Saint to be more inclusive! ”

More than 300,000 mortals in this business come from Creek Country, and the middle-aged man in this yellow robe is the owner of Creek Country and the only one in Creek Country who looks after God's realm.

These developments in Xiguo have been good, including the formation of two second-grade sects, of which the Xiguo's owner is the owner.

In the face of the saint fighters, the heads of small States in his region had little power to resist.

He understood that the saint fighter wanted to send his subjects to Seven Immortal Cities for a blood sacrifice, but he could not resist the saints at all. He could only cooperate with the saints in moving towards Seven Immortal Cities...

In the course of his migration alone, more than half a million of his creek country's people had fallen, a small proportion of them killed by the Holy Nation, most of them alive and tired.

“Inclusion? I want you to cover me! What if I'm delayed?” The saintly martial artists of the divine realm stared at the Lord of the Creek and said coldly.

He knew that hundreds of thousands of them were ineligible for desperation and that the Holy Nation had driven hundreds of thousands of human beings, like hundreds of thousands of sheep.

“I will urge my subjects to speed up their journey," promised Lord Creek.

“Huh! Good! ”

In the eyes of the saint martial artists, the kingdom of this creek is also just an unimportant ant ant ant, but hundreds of thousands of people also rely on the constant deployment of the kingdom of the creek to make a smooth rush. Without this guy, the rush will probably slow down a lot! Many more are dying on the way.

In fact, the Holy Nation did not want too many mortals to die. After all, they drove these mortals to the Seven Immortal Cities in order to squeeze out the blood from their bodies. Half of them died on the road after a busy journey, so they had to be compensated.

Lord Xiguo sighed slightly, helplessly said to one of the princes next to him, "Pass me down and let everyone speed up a little bit.”

The prince is also in his seventieth rare year. Although he is also a martial artist, his body is not as good as it used to be. Even a young man can't bear to walk 40 miles on this day. Besides, is he an elderly man?

“But my lord... they can't hold back!” The prince said with sorrow.

Along the way, there are many people who live and die. Isn't that what drives people to die?

“I can't help it, we all have to be patient," said Lord Xi.

“Patience, till when? Send us to the Seven Immortals to drain our blood?” It was a general of the Creek Country who spoke.

This soldier is a natural full-blown martial arts fighter, his temper is also very hot, he has endured this road, he really can't stand it!

“You're right! That's not death! ”

“It's better to fight them! ”

“Dead or dead, I'd rather die comfortably! ”

Humans are not lambs to be slaughtered at all, they do not know their destiny, so they will do well before the last minute.

If they knew that going on was a dead end, then there was no need to move forward, and vertical and vertical were dead, why should they contribute to your Holy Nation?

Repressed for a long time, resistance began to spread, and some low-ranking fighters and mortals began to erupt!

As for the little girl with the horn braid, her head had been buried in the chest of the Lord of the Creek and her head had never been raised. Her grandmother had no bones in front of her. For a child her age, the world was full of malice.

“What's the noise? Die!”

Hearing the noise below, the Saint Wushu in the middle of the sky suddenly lifted his long whip and punched him towards this side!

The whip exploded with a blast, and a fierce force quickly spread out!

“Bang!”

A few people were suddenly drawn to pieces, but the limbs were dancing in the sky, and the screams fluctuated.

The warriors of the innate realm are red-eyed and can no longer stand it!

“Spell it! ”

“Kill him! ”

“Death is a pain in the ass...”

The innate spirits were unable to fly, and they all jumped high through the mountain walls next to the valley, jumping suddenly towards the saintly warrior.

The saint warrior's face revealed a hint of ridicule, "By you? Not even desperate! ”

If a rabbit struggles with humanity, it must be a very ridiculous thing, which is probably the idea in the mind of the saint warrior.

After the saint samurai said so, he lifted the long whip in his hand, which was constantly distorted and turned into a shadow of a serpent, choosing people for the samurai of the innate realm.

Lord Xi closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to look at the scene, and the pain in his heart twisted his face.

Three months ago, he was still a crowd of princesses. He lived a relaxed and comfortable life up and down the country. After a few months, he fell into the abyss with his own creek country.

His inability to prevent this from happening is the sadness of the weak.

If he is strong enough to destroy the Shandan warrior, perhaps he can save his people...

“Is it true that weakness is sin?” The heart of the nation mourns.

But the next moment, instead of hearing a scream, the king heard a scream from the saint warrior, "Who are you? ”

The colour of doubt appeared on the Lord's face, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a young man of a people standing half-empty with two fingers clutching a long whip that kept shaking.