Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

As Su sank away, Anubi began to withdraw.

The Flaming King is completely unconscious at this time, just trying to get out of here and escape the demon king's pursuit.

Gucha said: "Your Majesty, please leave this place to Gucha to guard. ”

The emperor can go, but Gucha, the commander, cannot leave.

Anubi glanced at him: "In that case, you have everything. ”

Turn away with no remorse.

Gucha sighed at Anubi's back as he fled.

Perhaps his own death is good news for His Majesty, who aspires to be a blackmailer.

He clung to his collar and looked forward.

At this time, the Blood Floating Palace was still trying to break through the insurgent army formation, and normally, by the time it came, Anubi Gongurtu should have run away.

But at this moment, the floating palace shoots a strange long bloody soot, so sweeping forward, instantly breaking through most of the battlefield, like a floating belt across the field, no matter how fluctuating the surrounding source, no matter how fierce the attack, can make this soot belt disappear.

The next moment, a figure flew out of the floating palace, flying along the dust.

It was a middle-aged gentleman with a tri-colored gemstone scepter in his hand, walking so fast on the belt, it seemed soothing, but every step would go a long way. Instead of him walking, the dust belt flew with him, just winking over Gucca.

A sharp knife broke out.

As the peak totem warrior, the strong man of five temple baptisms, this knife cuts out all the power and understanding of the knife. It seemed like a simple knife, but it contained the ultimate killing intent. At that moment, it was as if even the mountains were to be cut apart by this knife, and even the dome was to be broken under this knife.

Even Gucha himself felt that the knife had struck the most wonderful blow of his life, and the heart of forgiveness had to be taken seriously.

But he's still wrong.

The colourful heart is still slowly walking on the speedy dust belt, and very slowly and very quickly strikes a strange balance at this moment, making his presence both pure and untrue.

When Gucha's knife fell, he did not even resist, did not evade, but walked away.

Gucha's knife swept through the colorful heart, chopped it, and paddled it, but it couldn't bring a single wave.

As if the heart of colour were not in this world, but in another time and space.

At the same time, the scepter on the pale heart lit up.

It was the black gem that lit up.

A black ray struck Gucha, and Gucha's body began to fade and wither.

With his strong energy and source of life, he can't stop this ruin. He only sees his body ageing, losing, and the energy of life rapidly disappearing.

“Er...” this powerful fierce man sighed obscurely: “The light of black death...”

The energy is still pouring in, and the black glow fades slightly.

“Huh?” The walking heart rarely stops.

He stopped, as if time had stopped for it, and the belt stopped transmitting, and even the blood stopped spilling.

The colorful heart looked into Gucha's eyes with a glimpse of appreciation: "A mighty tyrant warrior, but unfortunately, after all, is only a king. ”

He waved, a dark tide swept up, completely submerging Gucca.

Do this right, and the colorful heart will continue to roam.

His speed is still slow, but his distance from Anubi is shrinking rapidly.

Until the distance between him and Anubi was reduced to an arrow.

He only remotely said: "The great Anubi Flame, as long as you give me what you stole from me, I can compare everything from the past, even my tens of thousands of animal tribes can give it to you. So many animals, their flesh and blood is enough to make up for what you've lost. ”

Anubi shook his head: "I don't know what you're talking about. ”

The heart frowned: “That's not the answer I want to hear. ”

“You can only get this.” A fierce tyrant warrior roared and threw an axe at his heart.

If a lightning flat blows up, the hand axe wraps around everything in pieces.

This surge of powerful power is so tiny in the eyes that it doesn't even deserve to be targeted.

He stretched his hand gently and pushed it a long way. The axe had been pressed by him, and he was so stuck in the air, he still looked at Anubi: “So this is your final answer? ”

Colorful hearts have always lived in aristocracy among the Beasts, and he has rarely behaved like a gentleman unless his anger has reached its extreme.

At this moment, his loud tone of voice has amply demonstrated his discontent and impatience. He has not had much time to procrastinate, and the rebels behind him are flocking.

Anubi is still retreating.

In strength, His Majesty the Emperor has been the supreme position of the Peak Warrior plus six baptisms, but that doesn't mean he is a true strong man. The lack of real battle, the lack of courage to fight, makes his true fighting power even less than Gucha.

Anubi did not die at all, and the more heroic and powerful races became weak after decades of wasting their lives.

So he didn't hesitate.

“What a pity!” The colorful heart lost his last patience.

A tri-colored gemstone scepter flickered up gently, a blue gleam of water scattered towards the front.

This luminosity came all the way here, but it didn't hurt any existence, it just extended.

Just as Anubi was about to be touched, an incredibly old hand got in the way.

So the blue water screen stopped.

It's Gongurtu.

The pale old man looked at the colorful heart: "The great king of beasts, there is nothing for you here. ”

The colorful heart continued to wave the scepter, and the blue light flashed away, turning into countless stars disappearing into space: “But I felt their breath. ”

Gongurtu did not have any color, but rather conceived: “Dark Blue realm... Colorful heart, Your Majesty, I think there is a great misunderstanding in this...”

“No misunderstandings, just delays.” The colorful heart sinks.

If Anubi hadn't been on the run, and if the rebel army hadn't been responding frantically, he could have made it clear to each other.

But when the situation was critical, all negotiations and excuses became procrastination techniques, and it was clear that the heart could not let time go to waste, so he had no hesitation in coming forward.

As the deep blue basin unfolds, everything around it becomes astringent, even the flow of air soothes, and the effect is somewhat similar to the rocky make-up space. But the biggest difference between the two is the domain and the source technology. Source technology has a strong disposable effect that is difficult to sustain for a long time and can be deciphered. Unlike the domain, it is a characteristic of union with itself, congenial in nature, not only long lasting, powerful, but most importantly authoritative, without breakthrough.

In the dark blue realm of the heart, for example, as he unfolds, everything in the realm slows down, not only for the target, but even the source energy of the space is affected. In other words, reduced energy mobility leads to reduced uptake capacity, which greatly affects source technology. Some may be slow to form, others may be less powerful, and others may not be available at all. And these effects are completely non-existent for the freelancers, so as the emperor, when the colorful mind unfolds, there is virtually no one to confront him unless he is strong at the same level.

The mob does not have a source area because of their low ability to control the source energy, but they do not need it either. Once the strong tyrant warrior reaches its peak, breaks the boundaries, fixes the totem to a satisfactory level. Strong life energy does not require any force to be harnessed. It is a world in its own right, it cycles continuously, it is strong and brilliant, and it can completely resist the field with its physical body.

Such a brave man, unfortunately, did not appear on this battlefield.

Only two of the flaming tribes reached the brink of success were Sacker and Avrigus, who lost their strength in old age and died in battle, and Anubi, who was jealous and did not bring them here at all.

Fortunately, Gongurtu is also not weak.

As a temple festival, the old man may no longer be physically strong, but has a unique ability to control the source, and most importantly, he is not alone in the battle.

Gongurtu pulled out a skull in an awesome low whistle.

It was an animal head that was minimally refined by the potion, but with a huge momentum, and two huge teeth in the mouth, and when it was removed, even the dark blue field of the colorful heart darkened.

“Noodles, you poor bastard, is still killed by the mob, even refined as a source.” The heart murmured.

Gongurtu took out Hercules, a demon royal skull, but a colorful heart once an old friend, the previous master of the border.

“Perhaps the mob will have another supreme skull today.” Gongurtu whispered.

Now that there is no point in carrying any illusions anymore, the Prime Minister, with the support of power, will have to prove it.

Nor did the heart speak to him, slowly lifting the gemstone scepter in his hand, and a black ray blackened the snake towards Gongurtu.

The colorful heart is an authentic, energy-controlled, powerful person with a deep understanding of the power of the three elements, of which the understanding of the waterway is the form of the domain. Red and black gems represent the power of fire and darkness, respectively, the former bursting, tough and destroying everything, while the latter has a powerful corrosive effect. And the fourth element of the colorful mind is lightning. Unfortunately, his understanding of Thunderbolt had only just begun, and Su Shen had stolen the Thunderbolt board, thus cutting off a path to promotion.

The black snake he released at this moment is the dead and withered snake.

Millions of dead and withered snakes flock out and turn into a wave of black death, which is the unique means of a colorful heart.

The first move, it's a kill move, an absolute move, a harsh move.

Quick! Quick!