Martial Gods

Does your fist still have such power?

To know.

The prohibition of stone pillars is the last prohibition of the entire hall.

In other words, the power of the four-clawed dragon is probably stronger than the shadow of the beasts hidden in the stone carvings in front of the hall.

Xiao Chen's punch, without the bonus of physique and dharma body, nor the bonus of battle spirit formation and iron dragon body, how could it be possible to directly explode that beast and beast shadow! ?

"It seems, it's not my power..."

Xiao Chen himself wasn't sure how he broke the shadow of the beast with one punch.

He only knew that if he only relied on the strength of the Spirit Sovereign Realm, it would be absolutely impossible.

but.

After going through this just now.

Xiao Chen faintly noticed it.

Bai Di must know something, but he has been hiding it from himself.

Bai Di also noticed that Xiao Chen had noticed this, so he took the initiative to speak.

"It's not the time yet, and I'm not sure about some things. If the time is right, I will naturally tell you everything I know."

Xiao Chen didn't delve into it.

Because he believed in Emperor Bai.

"Take that bead away first!"

With that said, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand towards the shiny seal bead.

"This is the seal left by the strong ghost clan? It looks very special, not like the sealing technique laid down by our human clan, I am afraid that even if you get it, it will not be easy to crack."

"Snapped!"

As soon as Xiao Chen finished speaking, he heard a completely shattering sound coming from the beads.

The next moment, it was completely shattered into a handful of annihilation powder, leaving only a drop of dark red blood essence.

"call!"

The blood essence was suspended in the air, and the endless air waves erupted directly. The entire hall was crumbling, a sign that it was about to collapse at any time.

Xiao Chen was under the influence of that blood essence.

Saw the residual vision.

That is the picture of ghost clan fighting in ancient times.

The screen turns.

Countless ghost clan powerhouses faced themselves with reverence and piety on their faces, and worshipped with hymns. The mighty voice and magnificent momentum seemed to penetrate the nine secluded purgatory and the immortal sky of all ages!

Xiao Chen had never seen such an amazing scene.

It can even be said that it is a scene that you can't even dream of.

"This is the image left in the blood of the ghost king. Those who are strong in the ghost clan who are singing and worshipping should be the ghost king!" Thinking of Xiao Chen here, cold sweat wet his robes.

Because of the perspective of the ghost king, Xiao Chen couldn't see the ghost king himself.

But he was able to feel from the only aura that looked down on the world and the only immortality of the ages, that the ghost king must be a peerless powerhouse, the super king who can crush everything and destroy the stars and the moon at the click of a finger!

Even those ghost clan powerhouses who only worshiped the ghost king made Xiao Chen feel that this was a group of terrifying existences that were impossible to win.

The human race is too small.

Compared with the ghost clan, it is like the difference between an elephant and a mouse.

No wonder there is a saying that even a drop of the blood of a ghost king is difficult for the ten emperors to suppress.

Xiao Chen always thought that this sentence was exaggerated, but judging from the pictures left in the blood essence, I'm afraid it really is.

but.

It is such a terrifying super king who leads a race that is impossible to defeat at all, why did it suddenly disappear and be short-lived?

Xiao Chen is unknown.

"Xiao Chen!"

"Wake up!"

Suddenly, Xiao Chen heard the voice of Emperor Bai calling out to him, but it was very light, so light that it could barely reach his mind.

"Buzz!"

As the buzzing sound in his mind dissipated, the pictures that appeared in Xiao Chen's eyes disappeared without a trace.

But when he came to his senses.

The drop of ghost king blood was also gone.

"White Emperor?"

"It's fine, all of a sudden you're silent."

Xiao Chen paused slightly: "Am I distracted?"

"Although it's not an ordinary mind-wandering, it's no different from a mind-wandering."

"How long?"

"one day."

Xiao Chen slowly frowned: "All day? No way? I feel like I only have a dozen breaths."

Bai Di pondered for a moment and said: "It is indeed a whole day. The reason why you feel that you have spent more than ten breaths may only be because it is your conscious time."

Xiao Chen was surprised: "So, for the rest of the time, am I in a state of unconsciousness..."

"By the way, what about the blood of the ghost king?"

When he asked this, the tone of Bai Di's speech became obviously solemn: "Don't you feel it?"

Xiao Chen shook his head: "What does it feel? No feeling."

"That drop of ghost king's blood... voluntarily penetrated into your body."

hum!

Hearing this, Xiao Chen felt dizzy as if he was hit in the head.

Has the blood of the ghost king entered his body?

That is a terrifying thing that even the ten great emperors of the human race can't suppress. If you enter your own body, just relying on this little spiritual body, you will not die! ?

"I asked you just now if you felt anything. If you don't feel it, then there should be no problem."

Xiao Chen touched his whole body all over.

Indifferently said: "There is really no problem, and I can't feel the blood of the ghost king in my body."

After speaking, Xiao Chen hurriedly sat cross-legged and looked away.

After about a stick of incense, he opened his eyes again, shook his head and said, "Bai Di, are you lying to me? I can't sense the ghost king's blood at all, and I can't find where it is hidden."

"I lied to you, what's the benefit?"

Xiao Chen also makes sense.

"Then what should we do? Shouldn't it choose when to break out?"

Bai Di said lightly: "It's not a big problem."

Xiao Chen pouted, unable to say anything more, but he suspected that Bai Di had read it wrong, the drop of ghost king's blood didn't melt into his body at all, but fled away in a flash.

Otherwise, it is completely inconsistent with common sense and cognition.

"Then Lin Feng, why haven't you come yet?" Xiao Chen suddenly remembered something and said with a strange expression.

......

Ghost Ruins.

A wide avenue different from the one Xiao Chen walked.

Countless stone figurines waved their blades one after another and fought fiercely with a figure emitting aura of spiritual energy. Wherever they went, bursts of fire burst into the sky.

That figure was naturally Lin Feng.

He was breathing heavily.

There are countless sword scars on his body.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth.

Avoiding the attack of the two stone figurines, he turned his head and glanced at the entrance of the ruins again: "That guy Xiao Chen, why hasn't he come in yet? He shouldn't give up halfway and become a tortoise with a shrunken head?"

"Hey, that's really boring!"

"However, regarding that drop of ghost king blood, I am determined to get it!"

"The more these stone figurines don't want me to pass, the more I want to reach the end!"

With that said, Lin Feng released his martial arts with sharp eyes!

A loud bang spread, and the air waves surged, directly destroying dozens of stone figurines!

But the stone figurines kept popping up, leaving him unable to determine where the source was.

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