Chapter 1701: 1701
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"Then you will die!"
Ying longhuang's tone is still very light. As soon as his voice falls, he raises his hand and points to song inkstone.
This finger is very soft and slow, but song Yan has a feeling of being unavoidable. What's more, it looks like the incarnation of the road.
The stars change!
"Boom!"
Song Yan's breath soared, and his strength increased by more than 200 times in a flash, reaching an extremely terrifying level. Then he cut out the sword towards Ying longhuang.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound.
The other side's finger gently points on the green Jiao sword in Song Yan's hand, and a pure and extreme force runs into song Yan's body along the sword body.
The star map emerges, and many stars energy in the body surges wildly, trying to dissolve this power.
But this power has been condensed to the extreme, and those forces cannot be resisted at all.
"Bang!"
Song Yan's body fell on the ground, and the seven orifices were bleeding rapidly. What's terrible is that the power continues to destroy his body function, and I believe it will destroy all his vitality soon.
"Chu fan!"
In a flash, Ouyang Weiwei comes to song Yan, her face full of concern.
"Leave me alone, go away!"
Song Yanyi pushes away Ouyang Weiwei and gets up from the ground.
"Come again!"
Song Yan took the initiative to cut it out with a sword. Suddenly, a bloody sword light with incomparable breath was cut to Ying longhuang. Everyone felt the power of the sword light. Even those high-level gods had an illusion that even if they only touched the sword light, they would die.
"I can't imagine that Chu fan has hidden so much power. It's a pity that he is facing the super one!"
The immortal god sighed inexplicably.
Sure enough!
Yinglong emperor reached out a white palm, pinched it gently, and the whole sword light broke. Then, the palm was directly printed on the chest of song inkstone.
"Bang!"
Song Yan falls back again, and two surging energies make a crazy mess in his body, destroying most of his life machine in an instant.
Twice, Ying longhuang showed only the level of immortals.
However, his energy is condensed to the extreme. If the energy of song inkstone is a basket of cotton, then the energy of Ying longhuang is an iron stick.
On the quantity and weight of an iron stick is not comparable to a basket of cotton, but the iron stick can easily pierce into a basket of cotton.
Song Yan used two life lights one after another. Although he cured the injury, he was immediately destroyed by two forces in his body.
As long as those two energies don't leave his body, his injury will never heal.
"Cough!"
Song Yan coughs up blood, but he stubbornly stands up from the ground. Seeing this, Ouyang Weiwei, Wang Ying, Wei Le and Chu Xue are all worried.
"If you can bear the emperor's move, you will not die!"
Yinglong emperor said a light sentence, a fist to sprinkle out, the fist if the road, heavy incomparable!
"Space stagnates!"
Song Yan did not retreat, but took the initiative to meet up. Then, the yellow light radiated to include Ying Long Huang. Then, a stagnant small world was formed.
"Click!"
But in the moment of the formation of the small world, layers of fragmentation.
"Bang!"
The fist was right in Song Yan's chest, and a more powerful force hit him. The roar of song Yan's body exploded into a blood mist.
"No!"
"Chu fan!"
"Young man!"
"Brother!"
"Husband!"
…………
The girls were so frightened that they began to cry.
Yinglong emperor indifferently swept the other eight races of high-level gods and said lightly: "wait for self-determination, otherwise the emperor will destroy your race, one will not stay!"
"Thank you very much for your kindness!"
With a shrill smile, the senior gods raised their hands and clapped them on their heads. In an instant, the senior gods of the eight races died completely.
Seeing this scene, other people are frightened. They dare not even breathe. It's terrible. In a word, they let so many high-level gods decide by themselves.
"Let's go!"
Ying longhuang looks at Huo Tianhou for a moment, then steps into the void to eliminate the missing, and Huo Tianhou also steps into the void
The moment they left.
Song Yanfei, who has turned into a blood mist, quickly condenses, and in an instant, transforms into a human shape.
"Husband!"
"Chu fan!"
Seeing this scene, all the women were overjoyed.
"Let's go!"
Song Yan made an energy to wrap the people up, and then crossed the void and disappeared directly."The Lord of Chu is not dead!"
Until he disappeared, people in the small world responded.
The gods of the people, such as the prophets and goddesses, are happy. What other creatures think is unknown.
Out of the stele, song Yan began to move wildly. Half an hour later, song Yan appeared in the sky of a sea, without any hesitation. He rushed directly into it, dived into tens of thousands of meters, and led people into the temple.
At the moment when he entered the temple, the figures of Yinglong emperor and shenhuotian appeared on the sea.
A powerful mind covers the surrounding waters, and all is reflected in their hearts.
However, they did not find the trace of song inkstone.
"Well, it's his creation that he can escape from the emperor!"
Leave a word, Ying longhuang disappears directly.
The practice room in the temple.
Song Yan adjusted the time to a thousand times. He knew that even if he broke through to Renxian, he would not be the opponent of Yinglong emperor. The only way is to integrate Pangu blood.
Before he came to this world, it would take him at least ten thousand years to merge with Pangu.
Now, his strength is many times stronger than just passing through. It should take less time.
When his mind moved, he took out Pangu's lineage and swallowed it into his abdomen. Suddenly, a huge energy which could change the world was radiated from the lineage and madly transformed his body.
At the same time, an unspeakable pain came, almost making him faint.
One day!
Two days!
Ten days!
A month later, song Yan's body soared ten times, and billions of cells in his body gave off a bloody luster.
"Broken!"
A light drink, song Yan's star spirit body directly broke the fourth heavy, into the fifth heavy.
"Again!"
Just before he could feel what kind of new magic the fifth level would bring, the power of lineage once again rose and continued to transform his body.
Such repeated 77-49 times, the body strength of song inkstone has reached an extremely terrible level.
"Well!"
With a dull hum, song Yan fainted directly, because the blood force began to transform his soul.
I don't know how long.
Song Yanyou woke up and found that he was in a blood cocoon, and the blood force in his body had been completely absorbed.
Both soul and body have reached a terrible level.
"Laoling, how many years have I spent in this integration?" Song Yan asked the spirit of the temple.
"Not many, not many, just eight thousand years!" The spirit of the temple replied.
That is to say, it has been eight years since the outside world.
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"Then you will die!"
Ying longhuang's tone is still very light. As soon as his voice falls, he raises his hand and points to song inkstone.
This finger is very soft and slow, but song Yan has a feeling of being unavoidable. What's more, it looks like the incarnation of the road.
The stars change!
"Boom!"
Song Yan's breath soared, and his strength increased by more than 200 times in a flash, reaching an extremely terrifying level. Then he cut out the sword towards Ying longhuang.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound.
The other side's finger gently points on the green Jiao sword in Song Yan's hand, and a pure and extreme force runs into song Yan's body along the sword body.
The star map emerges, and many stars energy in the body surges wildly, trying to dissolve this power.
But this power has been condensed to the extreme, and those forces cannot be resisted at all.
"Bang!"
Song Yan's body fell on the ground, and the seven orifices were bleeding rapidly. What's terrible is that the power continues to destroy his body function, and I believe it will destroy all his vitality soon.
"Chu fan!"
In a flash, Ouyang Weiwei comes to song Yan, her face full of concern.
"Leave me alone, go away!"
Song Yanyi pushes away Ouyang Weiwei and gets up from the ground.
"Come again!"
Song Yan took the initiative to cut it out with a sword. Suddenly, a bloody sword light with incomparable breath was cut to Ying longhuang. Everyone felt the power of the sword light. Even those high-level gods had an illusion that even if they only touched the sword light, they would die.
"I can't imagine that Chu fan has hidden so much power. It's a pity that he is facing the super one!"
The immortal god sighed inexplicably.
Sure enough!
Yinglong emperor reached out a white palm, pinched it gently, and the whole sword light broke. Then, the palm was directly printed on the chest of song inkstone.
"Bang!"
Song Yan falls back again, and two surging energies make a crazy mess in his body, destroying most of his life machine in an instant.
Twice, Ying longhuang showed only the level of immortals.
However, his energy is condensed to the extreme. If the energy of song inkstone is a basket of cotton, then the energy of Ying longhuang is an iron stick.
On the quantity and weight of an iron stick is not comparable to a basket of cotton, but the iron stick can easily pierce into a basket of cotton.
Song Yan used two life lights one after another. Although he cured the injury, he was immediately destroyed by two forces in his body.
As long as those two energies don't leave his body, his injury will never heal.
"Cough!"
Song Yan coughs up blood, but he stubbornly stands up from the ground. Seeing this, Ouyang Weiwei, Wang Ying, Wei Le and Chu Xue are all worried.
"If you can bear the emperor's move, you will not die!"
Yinglong emperor said a light sentence, a fist to sprinkle out, the fist if the road, heavy incomparable!
"Space stagnates!"
Song Yan did not retreat, but took the initiative to meet up. Then, the yellow light radiated to include Ying Long Huang. Then, a stagnant small world was formed.
"Click!"
But in the moment of the formation of the small world, layers of fragmentation.
"Bang!"
The fist was right in Song Yan's chest, and a more powerful force hit him. The roar of song Yan's body exploded into a blood mist.
"No!"
"Chu fan!"
"Young man!"
"Brother!"
"Husband!"
…………
The girls were so frightened that they began to cry.
Yinglong emperor indifferently swept the other eight races of high-level gods and said lightly: "wait for self-determination, otherwise the emperor will destroy your race, one will not stay!"
"Thank you very much for your kindness!"
With a shrill smile, the senior gods raised their hands and clapped them on their heads. In an instant, the senior gods of the eight races died completely.
Seeing this scene, other people are frightened. They dare not even breathe. It's terrible. In a word, they let so many high-level gods decide by themselves.
"Let's go!"
Ying longhuang looks at Huo Tianhou for a moment, then steps into the void to eliminate the missing, and Huo Tianhou also steps into the void
The moment they left.
Song Yanfei, who has turned into a blood mist, quickly condenses, and in an instant, transforms into a human shape.
"Husband!"
"Chu fan!"
Seeing this scene, all the women were overjoyed.
"Let's go!"
Song Yan made an energy to wrap the people up, and then crossed the void and disappeared directly."The Lord of Chu is not dead!"
Until he disappeared, people in the small world responded.
The gods of the people, such as the prophets and goddesses, are happy. What other creatures think is unknown.
Out of the stele, song Yan began to move wildly. Half an hour later, song Yan appeared in the sky of a sea, without any hesitation. He rushed directly into it, dived into tens of thousands of meters, and led people into the temple.
At the moment when he entered the temple, the figures of Yinglong emperor and shenhuotian appeared on the sea.
A powerful mind covers the surrounding waters, and all is reflected in their hearts.
However, they did not find the trace of song inkstone.
"Well, it's his creation that he can escape from the emperor!"
Leave a word, Ying longhuang disappears directly.
The practice room in the temple.
Song Yan adjusted the time to a thousand times. He knew that even if he broke through to Renxian, he would not be the opponent of Yinglong emperor. The only way is to integrate Pangu blood.
Before he came to this world, it would take him at least ten thousand years to merge with Pangu.
Now, his strength is many times stronger than just passing through. It should take less time.
When his mind moved, he took out Pangu's lineage and swallowed it into his abdomen. Suddenly, a huge energy which could change the world was radiated from the lineage and madly transformed his body.
At the same time, an unspeakable pain came, almost making him faint.
One day!
Two days!
Ten days!
A month later, song Yan's body soared ten times, and billions of cells in his body gave off a bloody luster.
"Broken!"
A light drink, song Yan's star spirit body directly broke the fourth heavy, into the fifth heavy.
"Again!"
Just before he could feel what kind of new magic the fifth level would bring, the power of lineage once again rose and continued to transform his body.
Such repeated 77-49 times, the body strength of song inkstone has reached an extremely terrible level.
"Well!"
With a dull hum, song Yan fainted directly, because the blood force began to transform his soul.
I don't know how long.
Song Yanyou woke up and found that he was in a blood cocoon, and the blood force in his body had been completely absorbed.
Both soul and body have reached a terrible level.
"Laoling, how many years have I spent in this integration?" Song Yan asked the spirit of the temple.
"Not many, not many, just eight thousand years!" The spirit of the temple replied.
That is to say, it has been eight years since the outside world.
[author's extraneous remarks]: the third update is completed
"Then you will die!" Ying longhuang's tone is still very light. As soon as his voice falls, he raises his hand and points to song inkstone. This finger is very soft and slow, but song Yan has a feeling of being unavoidable. What's more, it looks like the incarnation of the road. The stars change! "Boom!" Song Yan's breath soared, and his strength increased by more than 200 times in a flash, reaching an extremely terrifying level. Then he cut out the sword towards Ying longhuang. "Ding!" A crisp sound. The other side's finger gently points on the green Jiao sword in Song Yan's hand, and a pure and extreme force runs into song Yan's body along the sword body. The star map emerges, and many stars energy in the body surges wildly, trying to dissolve this power. But this power has been condensed to the extreme, and those forces cannot be resisted at all. "Bang!" Song Yan's body fell on the ground, and the seven orifices were bleeding rapidly. What's terrible is that the power continues to destroy his body function, and I believe it will destroy all his vitality soon. "Chu fan!" In a flash, Ouyang Weiwei comes to song Yan, her face full of concern. "Leave me alone, go away!" Song Yanyi pushes away Ouyang Weiwei and gets up from the ground. "Come again!" Song Yan took the initiative to cut it out with a sword. Suddenly, a bloody sword light with incomparable breath was cut to Ying longhuang. Everyone felt the power of the sword light. Even those high-level gods had an illusion that even if they only touched the sword light, they would die. "I can't imagine that Chu fan has hidden so much power. It's a pity that he is facing the super one!" The immortal god sighed inexplicably. Sure enough! Yinglong emperor reached out a white palm, pinched it gently, and the whole sword light broke. Then, the palm was directly printed on the chest of song inkstone. "Bang!" Song Yan falls back again, and two surging energies make a crazy mess in his body, destroying most of his life machine in an instant. Twice, Ying longhuang showed only the level of immortals. However, his energy is condensed to the extreme. If the energy of song inkstone is a basket of cotton, then the energy of Ying longhuang is an iron stick. On the quantity and weight of an iron stick is not comparable to a basket of cotton, but the iron stick can easily pierce into a basket of cotton. Song Yan used two life lights one after another. Although he cured the injury, he was immediately destroyed by two forces in his body. As long as those two energies don't leave his body, his injury will never heal. "Cough!" Song Yan coughs up blood, but he stubbornly stands up from the ground. Seeing this, Ouyang Weiwei, Wang Ying, Wei Le and Chu Xue are all worried. "If you can bear the emperor's move, you will not die!" Yinglong emperor said a light sentence, a fist to sprinkle out, the fist if the road, heavy incomparable! "Space stagnates!" Song Yan did not retreat, but took the initiative to meet up. Then, the yellow light radiated to include Ying Long Huang. Then, a stagnant small world was formed. "Click!" But in the moment of the formation of the small world, layers of fragmentation. "Bang!" The fist was right in Song Yan's chest, and a more powerful force hit him. The roar of song Yan's body exploded into a blood mist. "No!" "Chu fan!" "Young man!" "Brother!" "Husband!" The girls were so frightened that they began to cry. Yinglong emperor indifferently swept the other eight races of high-level gods and said lightly: "wait for self-determination, otherwise the emperor will destroy your race, one will not stay!" "Thank you very much for your kindness!" With a shrill smile, the senior gods raised their hands and clapped them on their heads. In an instant, the senior gods of the eight races died completely. Seeing this scene, other people are frightened. They dare not even breathe. It's terrible. In a word, they let so many high-level gods decide by themselves. "Let's go!" Ying longhuang looks at Huo Tianhou for a moment, then steps into the void to eliminate the missing, and Huo Tianhou also steps into the void The moment they left. Song Yanfei, who has turned into a blood mist, quickly condenses, and in an instant, transforms into a human shape. "Husband!" "Chu fan!" Seeing this scene, all the women were overjoyed. "Let's go!" Song Yan made an energy to wrap the people up, and then crossed the void and disappeared directly."The Lord of Chu is not dead!" Until he disappeared, people in the small world responded. The gods of the people, such as the prophets and goddesses, are happy. What other creatures think is unknown. Out of the stele, song Yan began to move wildly. Half an hour later, song Yan appeared in the sky of a sea, without any hesitation. He rushed directly into it, dived into tens of thousands of meters, and led people into the temple. At the moment when he entered the temple, the figures of Yinglong emperor and shenhuotian appeared on the sea. A powerful mind covers the surrounding waters, and all is reflected in their hearts. However, they did not find the trace of song inkstone. "Well, it's his creation that he can escape from the emperor!" Leave a word, Ying longhuang disappears directly. The practice room in the temple. Song Yan adjusted the time to a thousand times. He knew that even if he broke through to Renxian, he would not be the opponent of Yinglong emperor. The only way is to integrate Pangu blood. Before he came to this world, it would take him at least ten thousand years to merge with Pangu. Now, his strength is many times stronger than just passing through. It should take less time. When his mind moved, he took out Pangu's lineage and swallowed it into his abdomen. Suddenly, a huge energy which could change the world was radiated from the lineage and madly transformed his body. At the same time, an unspeakable pain came, almost making him faint. One day! Two days! Ten days! A month later, song Yan's body soared ten times, and billions of cells in his body gave off a bloody luster. "Broken!" A light drink, song Yan's star spirit body directly broke the fourth heavy, into the fifth heavy. "Again!" Just before he could feel what kind of new magic the fifth level would bring, the power of lineage once again rose and continued to transform his body. Such repeated 77-49 times, the body strength of song inkstone has reached an extremely terrible level. "Well!" With a dull hum, song Yan fainted directly, because the blood force began to transform his soul. I don't know how long. Song Yanyou woke up and found that he was in a blood cocoon, and the blood force in his body had been completely absorbed. Both soul and body have reached a terrible level. "Laoling, how many years have I spent in this integration?" Song Yan asked the spirit of the temple. "Not many, not many, just eight thousand years!" The spirit of the temple replied. That is to say, it has been eight years since the outside world. author's extraneous remarks: the third update is completed
