Fantasy: I have 100,000 boss identities

Xiao Tian sneered.

Not to mention Yan Mowang, even the suzerain of Yan Mozong, he doesn't care.

Obliterate!

The cold light in his eyes flickered, and the power of blood fiend suddenly exploded.

The rich blood color infects the sky, and the blood mist fills the air!

"The people from Yan Mozong have actually come. It seems that it is not easy to get the blood Bodhi!"

Xiao Tian sneered.

With one step, he entered the land of Yinshan Mountain.

Swish!

When he entered, he saw a big bloody tree about 50 meters high in the distance.

Under the sunlight, the dense leaves shone blood-colored.

"The blood bodhi tree, which bears only one blood bodhi in ten years, is really a miracle!"

Xiao Tian's eyes fell on the bloody fruit that was only the size of a palm, and he said curiously.

So strange, really rare.

Chapter 33

"Honor Xuesha, how did you come in? Where is my Yan Mozong?"

Suddenly, a voice came, with a hint of displeasure.

Xiao Tian looked around and saw a dozen people standing not far away.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a black robe.

He is Yan Mowang.

"Do you still need to ask? Of course I killed him!"

Xiao Tian shrugged and said easily.

Dare to block his way and scold him again.

If you don't kill him, you will be sorry for the reputation of Venerable Blood Fiend.

boom!

As soon as the voice fell, a power at the level of the true spirit descended, and the void shook violently.

The breath permeated thousands of meters, the ground trembled, and the ominous power emanated.

"You dare to kill my Yan Mozong people, court death!"

Yan Mowang's eyes were cold and stern, and a cold light flickered.

The majestic Zhentian power can crush it away!

"Cut! Kill it, kill it, what can you do to me!"

Xiao Tian's bloody robe flew away.

The breath suddenly diffused, and the evil spirit surged out.

Boom boom boom!

The two powerful energies collided together, and suddenly they rushed wildly and collided with each other.

"Ok?"

Yan Mowang's eyes were fixed, of course he knew the other party's reputation.

Venerable Blood Fiend!

A lone walker in the magic way, with a peak cultivation of the ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm, his combat power can rival that of the True Spirit Realm.

But who is Yan Mo Wang?

He is one of the top ten masters of Yan Mozong, with a peak cultivation level of the fourth level of the True Spirit Realm.

Although the opponent has the strength of the real spirit realm, it is nothing in his eyes!

He originally thought that he could suppress the opponent by releasing his momentum, but he was surprised when he was blocked.

"Yan Mowang, it's best to put away your breath, I don't like it very much!

Otherwise, I guarantee that the people behind you will die immediately! "

Xiao Tian's eyes flashed sharply, and he said coldly.

The other party thinks that if they have a strong cultivation base, they can unscrupulously use the power of their breath to crush them.

I really thought I was so awesome!

"Hmph, Venerable Blood Fiend, you are not qualified to order me!"

Yan Mowang said indifferently with a cold face.

A kid who didn't even reach the True Spirit Realm was so rampant in front of him.

If he really restrained his breath, wouldn't he be ridiculed.

Rumble!

Yan Mowang not only did not restrain himself, but instead strengthened his aura several times.

Use [-]% of your strength to suppress the past.

"very good!"

Feeling the powerful power in his body, Xiao Tian said two words coldly.

Spiritual Mind Secret Art-Heavenly Punishment Soul Extermination Art!

Soul off!

A strange light flashed in the eyes, and the secret technique was cast, turning into a spiritual storm and rushing past.