Fantasy One Second Billions Of Gods

"Old Blood Ghost, don't underestimate this kid, or he may break his leg!" The old man, the leader of the Great Wild Sect, glanced at Hua Yunfei with cold eyes, his tone was incomprehensible, and he didn't know what he was feeling.

The monks on the periphery took a breath of cold air and took a step back - the old master of the temples, the murderous blood demon god - Xuetu.

A sharp-eyed monk recognized Hua Yunfei and shouted sharply: "It's Hua Yunfei from Taixuan Sect, the first person in the Dragon Transformation Realm. It is said that he killed the barbarian saint with his own hands, causing heavy losses to the barbarians."

"It's fake. I've heard of killing powerful men in the dragon transformation realm. It's so impossible to kill a saint. It's unheard of!"

"Then you have seen now that the information from Qianji Pavilion is not wrong. Hua Yunfei's true strength now has definitely reached the holy realm, or even higher!"

"So what? Look at the number of great sages of all races here now, combined, there are more than one can count on one's fingers, right?"

Everyone was talking about it. Many ethnic groups had come, but the barbarians were not seen. I wonder if 423 was hiding on the grassland to rest because his vitality was severely injured.

Some monks with low cultivation level gritted their teeth and reluctantly left when they saw so much power here. Their lives were still the most important thing.

But more monks were reluctant to leave and stayed. The human heart is not as strong as a snake swallowing an elephant, and these monks cannot defeat the greed in their hearts. This is the Tomb of the Demon Emperor. It must contain the Demon Emperor's inheritance and even secrets.

They imagine that they can get a great opportunity and reach the sky in one step. But I don't think about whether I will survive to keep the opportunity.

Hua Yunfei smiled and saw an acquaintance - it was Ye Futian. Wearing a green shirt, he stood on a high branch, looking at the empty stone door with fiery eyes, wondering what he was planning.

Feeling Hua Yunfei's eyes, Ye Futian turned his head and their eyes collided.

With a sneer, a burst of anger ignited in Ye Futian's eyes. It was this senior brother who was not worthy of his name. He unreasonably expelled himself from the Taixuan Sect, and he only grew up with difficulty after going through life and death.

Ye Futian immediately pointed at Hua Yunfei and asked: "Hua Yunfei, you are a villain, how dare you fight with me?"

The scene was noisy, and there was a loud noise, sarcastically saying Ye Futian's overestimation: "Hahaha, who is this kid? He actually openly provoked Hua Yunfei [that is the werewolf who killed the barbarians!"

At this time, the expeditionary force of the Dongguan Dynasty was still on the way, and the story of Hua Yunfei's angry attack on the quasi-emperor had not yet spread.

"I don't know how high the sky is, let alone the Great Saint Realm Ancestor in front of Hua Yunfei. Just relying on Hua Yunfei's own strength, killing him is as easy as trampling an insect to death."

"He is also a dragon, so he thinks he can be compared with Hua Yunfei. It's ridiculous!"

"I think this kid is just right. Hua Yunfei is too lazy to argue with him. He uses this method to create gimmicks and hype himself up.

"This kid is Ye Futian, number 49 on the Dragon Transformation List. He can be considered a genius, but Hua Yunfei, who is at the top of the list, is really too weak..."

Listening to the seemingly one-sided evaluation, Ye Futian was neither surprised nor angry, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and pretended to ask: "Do you dare?"

Hua Yunfei looked around at the monks around him, pretended to be listening, looked up at Ye Futian, and said calmly and bluntly: "Ye Futian, are you worthy?"

"you……………"

No matter how good-hearted Ye Futian was, he couldn't stand such ridicule and became furious. Suddenly his expression changed, as if facing a formidable enemy [turned over and jumped away.

It turned out that Xuan Wan felt that he was too noisy and turned to look at him lightly. Fortunately, he was stopped by Hua Yunfei: "Forget it, dealing with a junior will disgrace your reputation."

But he secretly thought in his heart: "Although it is impossible, if I am killed by you, where will I cry?"

A mark has been placed on Ye Futian, and it feels like although he escaped, he is still lurking nearby. The mark suddenly disappeared, but was discovered and destroyed by Ye Futian.

"You're quite capable!" Hua Yunfei smiled confidently, but it's a pity that you can't escape my Wuzhishan.

At this time, seeing the saint-level powerful people coming from the human race, the demon race couldn't sit still. An emperor-level monster comparable to a saint king roared: "Human race, retreat, this is the tomb of our monster emperor and other races are not allowed to get involved!"

Xuan Wan and the others smiled sarcastically, looking at the demon clan as if they were mentally retarded.

The wolf demon was furious, its fangs protruded, and it was about to kill him. He was stopped by the great sage-level golden-eyed eagle and said coldly: "You'd better retreat obediently, otherwise it will be too late to leave when I, the quasi-emperor of the demon clan, arrive!"

"The inheritance of the Demon Emperor should be followed by those who are capable!"

As if he was beginning to disdain to answer, Xue Tu said sternly: "Don't say that my human race also has a quasi-emperor. Even if the quasi-emperor doesn't come out, if you, the quasi-emperor of the demon race, want to bite me, I'm afraid your teeth will break."

As he said that, a blood-colored pointed awl appeared in Xue Tu's hand, and the smell of blood hit his nostrils, as if it were hundreds of millions of creatures in the country.

Just a trace of breath is like a sea of ​​blood, rolling down from the sky, frightening some mentally weak monks to tremble, and they run away like crazy. It is a quasi-emperor's weapon.

"Really~ I want to see how your old bones will break into pieces while I have a mouth full of teeth!"

A hoarse voice sounded, echoing between heaven and earth. It's like a poisonous snake twisting around the ear and sticking out its tongue, making the hair stand on end and making the hair stand on end.

"Ding~"

A sword, a cone, and a mirror, three quasi-emperor weapons were sacrificed, pointing directly at a middle-aged man who appeared in the sky at an unknown time.

The skin color is pale and fine white scales are vaguely visible. With golden vertical pupils and a slender and forked tongue, this middle-aged man is clearly a quasi-emperor-level snake demon.

(Seeking first determination!).