Sage Emperor

The Battle Giant Clan is a very good fighter in hell, all of them extraordinary battle geniuses, like Asura, but bigger than Asura and more energy.

And their fighting skills are more sophisticated, but few, belonging to a small Hell race, are far from comparable to Asura's.

Mahogany Hell is a great chop, with all kinds of Hell Demons, all races, and all kinds of Hell's powerful Demons can survive in it.

Yankee bears some memories of Too Ancient Pluto, and knows very well that in these hellish races, there are often small races that come out of the world genius, very difficult to haunt.

Besides, in the body of the Battle Giant, there are too ancient Pluto bloodlines.

The Pluto, a hellish race whose head is not seen by the Divine Dragon, is one of the most powerful hellish races, far beyond Ashuro, carrying directly the blood of the Underworld God, called the Son of the Underworld God.

The Pluto, Yankee arrival has not yet been seen, but in his senses, there is implicitly a Pluto presence in this tribe, which is the leader of the Battle Giant Tribe, in the diving, perhaps the ancestor of the entire tribe, the rich Pluto atmosphere, making the spear of the Spirit in his body all so stupidly move.

That's why he came in.

At great risk.

The Pluto, built far above the Lion Heavy Building, should be a master of the Great Sacred Six, the Heavenly Machine Step. The rank of the Great Sacred, after each step, changes dramatically, according to the general theory, the strength of the battle is increased ten times, and the concentration of the true qi is also ten times more intense.

Yankee was able to kill the Lion Heavy Building, but in the face of the six-stage grand holy, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. Unless he is promoted again, to the half-sanctioned realm, or the Great Saint.

It would be different if promoted to the Great Saint.

The pure earth of the gods, the wings of the angels, the robes of the gods, the spear of the underworld gods, the furnace of hell, the seal of the gods demons, will all be greatly changed. This change is overwhelming, and the hand of God will be practiced, dominating everything.

Even the Great Sage Seventh Class will not be able to resist.

However, in the face of the sixth order of the Pluto, he still felt sure to kill if assassinated, because the Pluto, though powerful, was restrained by his death.

Perhaps the same ten six-stage human sacraments are also difficult for a six-stage Pluto, but Yankee can, instead, be difficult to defeat a six-stage human being, which is restraint.

The mightier Hell race also feels very weak in the face of the Gods' imprint.

Roar!

He lurked into the prairie tribe and saw that in the grass, countless battle trolls were practicing martial arts skills, and the young battle trolls had a very high realm, and were born with their own unique realm, that of battle.

If it's the Pluto, it's stronger, even the newborn Pluto, it's the Great Sacred Realm. The Holy Land is the Holy Land of the Underworld, where babies can cross one side and kill the demon monks of mankind to bloodstream into rivers.

Too bad, the Taigu Pluto sealed at the deepest part of hell, rarely seen, otherwise come out of the most powerful warriors, even the fairy face of the crowd will be torn apart.

Even a battle troll with a hint of Pluto descent is very powerful.

This tribe of warring trolls, many of them great saints, Yankee felt several of the five great saints, but he was not afraid that these five great saints were much stronger than the lion's heavy building, but for him, because of his genuine restraint, it was much better to deal with them than the lion's heavy building.

The only one is the Pluto in the middle of a huge tribe.

This is a “weak” Pluto, only the Great Six, possibly a stray among the Pluto, who is devalued to the brink of Mojo Hell.

But even the weakest of the underworld is a nightmare for the common great saint.

Around a stack of giant tents, totem columns, squares, Yankees, like a little man, entered the kingdom of a giant. He approached the center of the tribe.

This tribe is still in an era of bloody drinking. A great battle troll hunts hell demons from the outside, eats their flesh, or digs ore from the ground and absorbs energy.

Strong warriors from the tribe also train in the square. None of them could detect Yang Qi's aura. On the one hand, Yang Qi completely converged, and on the other, Yang Qi and Mo Hao Hell were in harmony. It was a coincidence to seize Heaven and Earth, and it was part of itself.

Gradually, he saw a huge tent that was huge, thousands of miles square, all leathery, stitched together by countless pieces of leather, a combination of the skins of a powerful Hell Warcraft, refined with a refiner technique, ancient, rough, but powerful and practical, so to speak, accidentally unemployed.

Yang Qi snuck into the tent and saw a huge Pluto practicing.

This Mediterranean tribe, a thousand feet tall, dark golden body, revealed a noble colour, exactly the same colour as the spear of the Spirit of the Underworld.

At this moment, Yang Qi only saw what the Pluto looked like, with long horns above his head, similar to dragon horns, bent, forked apart, pale knots, muscles of a piece of his body, fine, glossy, with many textures flowing thereon. The oldest demon marks, these are similar to the holy marks.

However, it is more powerful and aggressive than holy marks.

Sitting in a tent, this is too ancient for the Pluto, like a dark golden mountain peak, immobilized, like a martial arts master no one can defeat.

Yang Qi's body, transformed into tiny dust, he shrunk the pure soil of the gods, slightly invisible. As the magic fluttered, approaching the body of this Mediterranean people, he felt the true spirit of his Mediterranean spear and the breath of this too ancient Mediterranean people. As long as he obtained the original blood of the Mediterranean people, he could increase the power of the Mediterranean spear by one layer, and even understand the true spirit of the "prison” of the Goddess Township. With this understanding, Yang Qi could promote his realm, and gain the great Holy Truth.

“Kill this Diet and I will be promoted to the Great Sage. Once promoted, no one can do anything about me and my position will be consolidated. The hardest thing I can break through right now is the Great Holy Land. Only the blood of the Pluto and the blood of the Ancient Giant Elephant can make me get promoted. ”

Deep in Yankee heart, a killing machine was brewing and moving in a foolish mood, but he was very calm, and in the face of the Pluto, he dared not take it lightly.

Fortunately, he understood the path of extermination a long time ago. Now he is experienced, calm and brewed for a long time. The ancient Pluto still enter deep cultivation.

It seems to be practicing some kind of extinct qigong, traveling to hell, communicating with the heavens and the earth, calculating enlightenment machines.

Suddenly, a huge breath came from the body of this ancient Pluto, and Yang Qi trembled all over himself: “It's time. ”

Various Gods' Pure Land surged.

In the depths of the pure earth, his body, transformed into a Too Ancient Pluto, with spears in his hand, powerful ideas, lasered into the sea of knowledge of this Pluto tribe, so that the other party thought that the practice had reached the fire, and sensed the coming of the ancestors of the Too Ancient Pluto God.

Hula!

The spear of the Spirit God, pierced this too ancient body of the Spirit Nation, countless dark gold blood, as the spear of the Spirit God conveyed, dyed the pure earth of the gods into a dark gold color.

Yang Qi hit the hand, the blood entered the body, combined with the spear of the underworld god, the hell furnace and other true qi, between moments his body knew the sea, the lightning sensation realized the true meaning of “prison”, the power of the god township was clearer, understood, unprecedented enlightenment, rising from the body.

Ao... Ao!

The severe pain finally revived this too ancient Pluto clan, the long spear of the Spirit God, stabbed him into a deep cool heart, his final gram star, completely destroying some of the structures and opportunities in his body.

He howled like an injured giant wolf, awesome, sharp, and the sound waves shook out, and the fighting trolls in many tribes blew their bodies apart, and the tents faded.

“Bad!”

Almost instantly, Yankee harvested the spear of the underworld god, bleeding like the sea, the waves of bones surged, and he got enough fine blood from the Too Ancient Pluto tribe to greatly benefit.

But the Pluto was angry, infinitely powerful, and at the core of the Pluto, Yankee seemed to see something that was also like a furnace, blowing open, countless flame energies, such as the Great Embankment, rushing out, his own power in front of it, such as a leaf canoe in a storm.

“I underestimated the power of the Too Ancient Pluto, and the power of the Great Sacred Sixth.” It immediately became clear that this too ancient tribe of the Pluto could not resist.

Yang Qi rose into the sky, angel wings appeared behind him, like magic, changed into pitch black, lightning did not enter pitch dark, fled.

He gained a lot of Pluto blood, absorbed enlightenment, and his strength will be further improved.

However, this too ancient god of meditation would not let him go, roared, and rushed to the sky, and his huge body shrunk, eventually turning into a dark golden figure, just like the size of ordinary people, the bleeding wound stopped, tracked Yankee away, and the warriors of the entire Battle Giant Demon tribe did not know what had happened.

“Who, desecrate the majesty of the underworld! Who wants the blood of the Pluto! Who, mastering the spear of the underworld god, punctuating the skin of the underworld... ”

Between the escapes, Yankee sounds, passed into his mind, even in the pure soil of the gods, the dark golden blood of the Pluto, in a tumbling tumble, with signs of resurrection.

He immediately ran the Holy Light and began the essence, but a smile appeared in his eyes: "Yes, this ancient Pluto, indeed, is powerful. And the fairy kingdom is very unscrupulous to the underworld. If it can kill a underworld, it can even kill a thousand demons of the same kingdom. If I can kill this underworld, my points could jump first. ”

Pluto, noble.

Of all the races in hell, blood equates to royalty.

Yankee was lucky to find one. He was almost certain that if the message of the Pluto was found to be out, the entire disciple participating in the strongest trials would flock.

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