The richest man in the world starts from picking up tatters

Pharaoh Wan sneered.

"From the time you moved to kill my ancestor, I can no longer trust you!"

"Of course, this is a trivial reason. I am the old team at the same cultivation level as yours. There is no way to allow others to snore on the side of the couch. I am not at ease if you are not dead!"

He sneered cleanly.

"dead!!!"

The palm of the bones rotates like a spiral, smashing the heart of the blueprint completely!

"You have been with me for thirty years, and it's not bad anymore."

Wan Phara ancestor sneered, letting the blueprint fall to the ground.

He walked into Tanaka, laid a maze, absorbed aura to restore himself.

"Cultivating here for half a month is definitely more beneficial than staying in Miaojiang for three years!"

The ancestor Wan Phara muttered to himself, and immediately sat cross-legged, healing and practicing.

His maze can definitely guarantee that no one dares to disturb him, and no one can spot his traces with naked eyes.

"Bug..."

While the ancestor Wan Pharam was practicing quietly, the blueprint's body changed slightly and imperceptibly.

The blood under him turned into a stream and gathered back.

And there, there is a scarecrow standing in the field, standing still.

The doomsday messenger has its own blood-sucking ability in activating the fear skill. As a practitioner of the Huang-level Dzogchen, Blueprint is naturally in line with his sucking goal.

Blood flowed from the soles of the doomsday messenger's feet into his body. He slowly opened his red pupils, twisted his neck mechanically, and looked forward.

He blinked, and in just a few minutes, Blueprint's blood was sucked into a corpse!

There is no such thing as a dead body in Su Cheng's ban on him.

Therefore, the doomsday messenger automatically considers it tacit approval.

"Intruder!"

The messenger of the doomsday naturally also found the traces of the ancestor of the ten thousand pharaohs.

He is the guardian of this spiritual field and cannot bear to have intruders stealing the spiritual energy of the spiritual field wantonly!

"Woooooo..."

The doomsday messenger does not touch the ground.

Approach the area where the ancestors of ten thousand pharaohs practice.

At the same time, there is also a green chain in his hand!

This is the second skill that the doomsday messenger understands after absorbing the blueprint and being promoted to the level, life draw!

[Life Drain: The soul chain kills, absorbs the enemy's life, and feeds back the host!

With the blessing of these two skills, fear and life absorption, even if he encounters the late Huang Tier, he can still fight!

"Ok?"

The ancestor Wan Phara was hindered in his cultivation and felt a terrifying murderous aura.

He opened his eyes and looked through the puzzle.

Then I saw a scarecrow with a height of 1.8 meters, with teeth like a chainsaw sneering at him.

"What is this, puppet?"

Wan Pharaoh frowned.

Naturally, he would not be too surprised.

The first thing that comes to mind is the artificially manipulated puppet.

He slowly got up and glanced at the chain in the scarecrow's hand, a little afraid.

Now that he is in the yellow rank, close combat is absolutely taboo.

"Intruder, get out!"

The doomsday messenger said coldly.

The sound seemed to come from the treacherous hell, it was not a sound human could make.

"Dare to tell the old man to go away, what are you!"

The ancestor Wan Phara angrily rebuked and laughed, swiping from his sleeve, and a black light flew to the scarecrow in front of him instantly.

The messenger of the doomsday did not evade, and withstood it abruptly. Looking down, it was a black arrow with a black flame still burning..

"Isn't it just something made of straw? Hugh is playing tricks in front of the ancestors."

Patriarch Wan Pharaoh smiled contemptuously.

The black flame spread quickly to the whole body of the doomsday messenger, but the doomsday messenger did not have a trace of fear, not even a struggle!

"Woooooo..."

A kind of cold air suddenly exuded from his body, and the black flame seemed to be swallowed, annihilated!

The doomsday messenger itself has spell resistance, but it is a pity that the ancestor Wan Pharaoh who has been in Miao for a hundred years will not understand it.

Unless he has played games.

"how is this possible!"

Patriarch Wan Pharaoh was a little surprised.

next moment.

The doomsday messenger moved!

Throwing the soul chain in his hand, he attacked the ancestor Wan Pharaoh.

The ancestor Wan Phara sneered and greeted him with a cane.

Who knows that the soul chain is like an intangible thing, passing through the village to wrap around the arm of the ancestor of the Pharaoh!

The mysterious hotness swept over again, and Su Cheng was awakened from his deep sleep and found that he was already sweating profusely.

Open the window and a cool breeze is blowing.

Su Cheng was very puzzled.

This feeling seems familiar.

Hot and bloody.

This kind of situation is very rare, only when the messenger of the doomsday sucks blood and feeds himself back!

Is there something wrong with the world's number one field?

Su Cheng was sure of this ninety-nine percent. The Doomsday Envoy would not easily make a move, but it would definitely happen when he made a move.

Thinking of this, Su Cheng took a Ruyi gravity stick and jumped from the second floor, jumping ten meters away at an amazing speed.