Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

soon!

Yang Mei's injury has already healed.

Seeing this, Chen Beixuan was not surprised.

Space Demon God, if he doesn't have some means, he is too incompetent.

"Small tricks, how dare you make an axe."

"Raise your eyebrows, die for me."

One thought is eternal.

The sword follows the heart.

The magic dragon swung the blood sword and kept slashing at Yang Mei's body.

Zhuxian Sword Formation is dominated by Chen Beixuan alone.

Raising eyebrows and lingering on one's last breath does not pose a threat.

The dragon's body kept colliding with the chaotic willow tree.

The endless coercion continued to hit, raising his eyebrows without the slightest strength to fight back.

Zhu Xian sword array, self-contained space.

The space avenue with raised eyebrows is suppressed here and cannot display its true strength.

"Space cutting, space strangling, void annihilation."

Patriarch Raising Eyebrow suffered from pain, and continued to use supernatural powers.

The terrifying law hit the void dragon.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

There are other ways to raise eyebrows.

In an instant, one of Chen Beixuan's dragon legs was cut off.

The blood continued to flow out, exuding the pure origin of the dragon race.

Before raising his eyebrows and making a move, Chen Beixuan grabbed the dragon's leg and pressed it to the wound.

The mana is activated, and the wound heals.

"Raise your eyebrows, don't think that you are the only one who is good at the law of space."

Smiling contemptuously, he was full of arrogance.

"Dragon luck, gather!"

With a soft moan, a golden light appeared.

Immediately afterwards, endless golden rays of light flew out of the prehistoric world, rushing towards the chaotic sky.

The void dragon Chen Beixuan is the patriarch of the dragon clan, so of course he can attract the dragon clan's luck.

Soon, countless golden rays of light gathered together.

"The law of space, the law of magic, the sword spirit of Zhu Xian, condense."

A black-gold light group appeared in the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

The coercion continues to increase, and the profound truth emerges, which is extremely terrifying.

at the same time.

Chen Beixuan, the Void Demon Dragon, seized the space where his eyebrows were raised.

A blow to the extreme blade storm.

A fork-shaped scar appeared on Yangmei's body, stretching tens of millions of feet.

In an instant, blood flowed again.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Chen Beixuan directly inserted the blood sword into Yangmei's body.

"burst!"

There was a loud bang, the eyebrows raised and the breath was sluggish, and he was seriously injured.

"Confinement!"

"destroy!"

The light of profound truth shot out, glowing with black and golden light.

The ancestor Yangmei wanted to defend, but he couldn't raise mana at all.

The longer the Zhuxian sword formation, the more difficult it is to break.

Besides, he was seriously injured now, making it even more difficult to deal with.

"Now, I can only blew myself up and seek a chance!"

The raised eyebrow patriarch shed blood and tears.

Exploding the main body means that he can never go any further.

The scepter of space contains a little soul that raises eyebrows.

As long as the Zhuxian sword formation is exploded, there is a way to escape by raising the eyebrows.

With a little soul, he can be brought back to life.

The matter has been up to now, raise eyebrows and close eyes.

In an instant, a terrifying aura swept over.

"Self-destruct, can you self-destruct in front of me?"

The light of profound meaning entered Yangmei's body.

Countless chains of order imprisoned the origin of the raised eyebrows.

The law entangled on the raised eyebrows of the primordial spirit, causing him to lose control of his body.