My Three Realms Lottery System

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Blood Debt

"Whoever touches him will die, and the kingdom of heaven will come!"

An extremely cold female voice sounded. In the void, a woman wearing a battle armor and wings on her back rushed down at an astonishing speed and stood in front of Lin Jian in an instant. In front of her, a huge and huge tower appeared. The beautiful heaven. All the attacks of more than ten ancestors were blocked by the huge heaven. All the attacks landed on it and made a crackling sound. However, the heaven remained motionless, still beautiful and peaceful.

"Angel of the West!!"

"What a powerful hollow space, it has formed an independent world with independent rules!"

"Crossing the Tribulation Ninth Heaven, this western angel, has already reached the cultivation level of Transcending the Tribulation Ninth Heaven. If she survives the Heavenly Tribulation again, her terrifying hole space will probably evolve into a cave-like secret realm and a real Heaven!"

All the fights at the scene seemed to have been wiped out by an invisible big hand. Almost everyone's eyes fell on the man who lowered his head and used the void space to resist the attacks of more than a dozen ancestor-level powerhouses. Female angel.

Under everyone's gaze, the angel slowly raised his head, his eyes swept over all the ancestor-level powerhouses except the two ancestors of Kunlun, and the cold voice sounded again: "Those who don't touch him will also die! , you all have to die!"

"Angel. Yan!"

All the ancestors' hearts twitched violently. This beautiful and glamorous face, even after 200 years, is still unforgettable.

The two Kunlun ancestors Qiantian and Qiandi were so excited that their bodies trembled slightly, tears glistened in their eyes, and the two Kunlun ancestors were both crying.

"Saint, is it really you? Are you still alive? If you appear, then this young man must be the reincarnation of that person, right?"

Is it right, as if exhausting all the strength of Qiantian.

There was a hint of desolation in Yan's beautiful eyes: "I don't know, this boy does not have his aura, nor does he have any fragments of his soul. Although there is nothing to prove it, I think he must be him!"

After Yan finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a beam of healing holy light fell on Qian Tian, ​​and Qian Tian's injuries immediately recovered to some extent.

Lin Jian only felt that there was a strange change in the eyes of the two ancestors Qiantian and Qiandi when they looked at him, including a strange change in the eyes of all the ancestors present. What is more in it is a kind of cold and biting murderous intent.

"In that battle, all the angels died, and you died with that Taoist priest. I saw you die with my own eyes. Why are you still alive?"

The black smoke around the ancestor of the Hidden Mist Sect dissipated, revealing a peerless face, with tears flashing in his beautiful eyes, and his eyes were extremely complicated, as if they were filled with surprise, pain, and hatred, all of which were inexplicable.

Yan glanced at the ancestor of the Hidden Mist Sect coldly, and his voice was as cold as the evil spirit of the Nine Heavens: "Jing Ping'er, does it feel good to betray me? If you hadn't stabbed him in the back, he might not have fallen. I will not die in battle!"

"I"

Facing Yan's terrifying coercion, Jing Ping'er subconsciously took a few steps back. "

"No need to explain, because no reason or difficulty is enough for me to forgive you. Of course, there is no need to be afraid, because among this group of people, I will be the last one to kill you and make you suffer pain and despair, just like me and me back then. Same as him!"

Jing Ping'er took a few steps back again, and disappeared into the void.

"Why are you afraid of her? Back then, she was indeed an unreachable existence for us. 200 years ago, she was an angel who crossed the nine heavens, powerful and dazzling. Now that 200 years have passed, she is still just a In the Nine Heavens of Tribulation, a strong man in the Eastern cultivation world could kill her once, so can we today, we are no longer what we were back then, we are all strong in the Transcending Tribulation Stage, why should we be afraid of her?"

Long Teng's temper was extremely hot, and he immediately yelled loudly. His words were straightforward but true. The strong men who had been beating drums in their hearts calmed down one after another. They couldn't help sighing secretly. It can even affect them.

Yan looked at Long Teng coldly, with a thoughtful look in his beautiful eyes, and then smiled dismissively: "So it's you, your name is Long Teng, right? In that battle back then, you were just a small person in the stage of transforming gods, if you That talented big brother Long always provokes me, I might look him in the eye, as for you, you are just a clown!"

"It's the period of crossing the catastrophe, you pretend to be a fart with me, back then you and that damned Taoist priest killed my elder brother, karma, and I was not happy at all, today I will avenge my elder brother and kill you two bitches! "

Long Teng has always been a master of hands-on action, directly controlling the four golden men of the first emperor, and attacking and killing Xiang Yan.

"In Long Yi's hands, these golden men can barely exert some power, but in your hands, they are just toys in the hands of children!"

Facing the giant fists swung by the four golden men, Yan flapped his wings forward, knocking back the four golden men lightly, and slashed the ordinary-looking cross sword in his hand, directly splitting Long Teng's body into pieces. It was two and a half, but his reaction was indeed extremely fast, the soul escaped from the body first, otherwise, this sword would be enough to destroy him.

Long Yan and Long Miao immediately stood in front of Long Teng's Yuanshen villain to prevent Yan from launching a second attack to destroy Long Teng, and the twelve golden men stood side by side.

"It's so strong. Compared with the past, although the cultivation level has not changed, it is much stronger!"

This is the feeling of everyone present, because all the ancestor-level powerhouses standing here at this moment know Yan, except for the very few like Long Teng, the others can even be said to be Yan's old acquaintances.

Among them, there are also a few strong men who have reached the eighth level of transcending tribulation. However, they are simply unable to kill Long Teng, a strong man who has transcended the third level of tribulation, with one blow. Not to mention that the opponent has twelve golden men in his hands. Four of them.

"Heh, I have indeed made some progress, but it's a pity that garbage is always garbage. For this battle, you are nothing but cannon fodder!"

Yan taunted Long Teng's spirit without mercy.

"Back then, you betrayed me, you betrayed the stinky Taoist priest, you betrayed our oath, you betrayed the oath of the Potian Dao League. Although the stinky Taoist priest was not killed by you, he died because of you. It is time to pay for it with blood. Let's end it, today either you will all be wiped out, or I will die in battle!"

"Is there no room for redemption?"

An ancestor sighed and asked quietly.

"No! You betrayed him back then, and today you want to kill his reincarnated body. The blood debt can only be repaid with blood!"

(End of this chapter)