saint of humanity

Chapter 1177 The rise of terror
The intention of the Holy Seed of the Blood Race is obvious, which is to solve Lu Ye here with the suppression of the Holy Seed.

If it was Lu Ye during the battle of Shenquehai, maybe he really wanted the opponent's tricks. After all, his sanctity was indeed not as good as the opponent at that time. It's hard.

But now...

In Xue Hanoi, the figures of the two blood saints were covering up with blood, one left and one right heading towards Lu Ye's direction, with hatred bursting out in their respective eyes, and their expressions were determined.

Now they all know that the death of the Holy Seed in the Blood Refining Realm is basically inseparable from Lu Ye. It can be said that this person is the strongest killer of the human race against the Holy Seed. In order to cut off this person, they are planning and waiting here. They didn't hesitate to use their bodies as bait, and the situation developed as they expected, so all that remained was to kill this human race.

As long as he gets rid of him, the Holy Seeds will have no more constraints.

To be on the safe side, the two Holy Seeds even attacked together, only doing some restraint on Wu Dezhao's blood skills.

All of a sudden, the two figures had rushed to not far in front of Lu Ye, and each stretched out a hand to grab Lu Ye fiercely.

Mutation prominence!

Amidst the bloody mist, the blood mist suddenly filled the air, turning into a blood river coiled like a dragon at Lu Ye's side, and the palpitating sanctity was also ups and downs at this moment, and the two saints who were shocked for a moment were in a state of disbelief. Steady, the blood is surging.

The saint who had encountered Lu Ye in the Shenquehai battlefield was slightly better, his saint nature was stronger, so facing this sudden impact, the suppression he received would be weaker.

Holy Lord Panshi can't do it. His sanctity is only at the middle level among all the saints. Has he ever felt such a violent sanctity in his life?
It can be said that this level of holiness should not exist in this world at all, and no holy seed can accumulate holiness to such a high level.

Under the turmoil of the blood, the binding force of the blood river also collapsed. The Panshan knife at Lu Ye's waist was out of its sheath, and the knife flashed, and it slashed directly on the protruding arms of the two saints.

Blood spattered, and two screams came out at the same time, as if bitten by a poisonous snake, the soul was in severe pain, and the two saints instinctively fled back almost at the same time.

However, it was already too late. The blood river dragon that Lu Ye urged danced around and formed a strong binding force against them.

Panshi Shengzun looked terrified, and the sudden change made him a little at a loss. According to their original plan, they could suppress the holy nature of this strange human race, so that they could join forces to take each other's life. Not as expected, it was actually their two saints who were suppressed.

Now that he is bound by the opponent's blood river, he can't escape for a while.

Wu Dezhao even rushed out from the side brazenly, swinging a pair of old fists, hitting his body one after another.

The fist is not fierce, but gives people a soft feeling, because there is not even a sound when the bombardment goes out.

In just a short moment, I don't know how many punches were swung, until the last punch was punched, and the Panshi sage fell and flew out.

Barely standing still, the panic on Panshi Shengzun's face has turned into horror. He stood stiffly on the spot, turned his head with difficulty, looked in the direction of his companion, and growled in a low voice: "Run!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of crackling explosions in the body, as if firecrackers exploded in the body, the number of sounds was exactly the same as the number of punches Wu Dezhao punched.

After a series of dense sounds, the skin of Saint Panshi suddenly cracked, and his whole body exploded like a shattered porcelain, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

In the confrontation between lightning and flint, Panshi Shengzun was beaten to death by Wu Dezhao.

Wu Dezhao was also a little surprised, because in his expectation, his set of boxing skills would probably be able to seriously injure the opponent. After all, even if the saint nature is suppressed, the strength of the physical body is still there, not just casually. He can kill him immediately, but he doesn't have the sharp cutting ability like Jian Guhong.

But the other party actually died just like that.

Wu Dezhao immediately understood that this was not entirely his own ability, but also had the effect of Lu Ye's suppression. Lu Ye's suppression might be stronger than before.

Only at this moment did the remaining Holy Seed come back to his senses, frightened and angry: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

He had just met Lu Ye in the Battle of the Divine Tower Sea. At that time, his sanctity was stronger than Lu Ye. How long had it been? It was only a month if it was full of fights. How could the sanctity of this human race have such a terrifying improvement?

All his plans are based on the premise that his own holy power can suppress the enemy. If this premise is not established, then this action is a joke.

There is no time for him to think about anything anymore. After the death of the Holy Lord Panshi, the pressure he received suddenly became much greater. This is also normal. Originally, he joined hands with the Holy Lord Panshi and could achieve The strength of his body must exceed his original level, which means that he borrowed strength from the Panshi Shengzun.

Now that His Holiness Panshi is dead, there is no one to rely on, and the sanctity will naturally return to its original level.

And this sanctity, which could have been the best in the entire blood refining world, is not enough in front of Lu Ye today.

The blood river became more and more violent, and even its size suddenly shrank. Taking this opportunity, Lu Ye quickly fused his own blood river with it, mainly because he was afraid that the other party would flee and melt the other party's blood river. There is no room to escape.

Immediately afterwards, he swooped towards the opponent with a knife, and Wu Dezhao, not to be outdone, suddenly attacked from the other side.

In the beginning of the war, the Holy Seed was in a panic. In the current situation, even if Lu Ye was the only one, he might not be the opponent. Such a top-notch physique.

He still had to resist, but in the end it was futile. After being slashed several times by Lu Ye with the Panshan knife, he became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Especially effective against powerful enemies.

Back then, Holy Venerable Mohai had his soul chopped into pieces like this, and he could not die with peace in his eyes.

In such a fierce battle, the damage that Lu Ye can do to him is limited, at most it is the wound on the soul, but Wu Dezhao's fist is something that even the Holy Seed dare not ignore, especially after being suppressed right now.

In just a moment, the Holy Seed's chest was sunken and covered in blood.

His eyes were suddenly determined, and he rushed towards Lu Ye's direction against Wu Dexuan's storm-like attack, and the aura on his body began to become dangerous.

Lu Ye and Wu De were summoned to see the situation, but they didn't know what the Holy Seed was up to.

It has to be said that the Blood Explosion Technique is a very disgusting secret technique. It can make the blood race choose to self-destruct when they know that they must die. It is very rogue.

Wu Dezhao retreated immediately, while Lu Ye activated the blood technique while retreating, forming a series of restraining forces on the side of the blood saint, pressing down on the opponent with the power of the entire blood river.

The actions of the Holy Seed of the blood race became difficult, and in the end it was difficult. At this moment, Lu Ye had retreated to the edge of the blood river.

In the next moment, a loud sound came out, and the entire blood river suddenly swelled in a circle, and suddenly collapsed back.

Lu Ye's spiritual thoughts surged, and he checked carefully to make sure that the breath of the blood saint was gone from the blood river, so he took the blood river away and revealed his figure.

Wu Dezhao glanced at him, making sure that Lu Ye was not missing any arms or legs, nodded slightly, and rushed straight to the most intense battlefield.

While the two were fighting the Holy Seed here, the monks from Kyushu and the blood race from the Panshi Holy Land also confronted each other head-on.

The blood races gathered here are not only the original blood races of the Panshi Holy Land, but also all the blood races in the surrounding tens of thousands of miles, and all the caves. They gathered here to keep warm, hoping to resist the attack of the Kyushu monks, but it was in vain after all.

Once the saints of the two blood races die, it will be difficult for the remaining blood races to make any waves.

Lu Ye also rushed out, just like what he did every time before, only loitering around the battlefield, killing the enemy without incident, never targeting, and constantly mobilizing a layer of blood mist to linger around his body.

In this way, wherever he goes, the strength of the blood race will drop instantly, the ninth-level Shenhai may only be able to display the strength of the fifth- and sixth-level at once, and the blood race at the second-level Shenhai may only It can display the strength of the real lake.

As for the blood race below the Divine Sea Realm, they have truly become soft-legged shrimps, and the human monks who are against them only need to harvest as much as they want.

This kind of suppression from the bloodline is something that the blood race cannot resist at all. Since the blood race was hatched from the blood fetus, the reverence for the sanctity has been engraved in the bones.

The blood race is a peculiar race. Compared with the human race, this race has its own advantages, which are simply incomparable to the human race. They grow rapidly and know how to practice from birth. It can be said that almost every blood race is a natural monk.

All these characteristics are envied and not possessed by the human race.

But when one of these advantages suddenly turns into a flaw, it will be extremely fatal.

The human race is indeed weak, and most of them are ordinary people who cannot practice for a lifetime. Even if they can practice, they have to accumulate their own strength little by little. In terms of innate advantages, they are not as good as the blood race, and in terms of physique and longevity, they are not as good as the monster race. But the human race is worse than the balance , has no obvious disadvantages, so it is difficult to be targeted.

Perhaps certain human races will be targeted because of their own disadvantages, but the human race as a whole cannot be targeted by one method.

The fierce battle gradually subsided, and on the outskirts of the Panshi Holy Land, corpses of blood races lay across, and blood gathered into a river.

When the two holy lords died in battle, the blood races had lost their will to fight. Relatively speaking, the cultivators of Kyushu were in a strong momentum, and with the addition of Wu Dezhao and Lu Ye, the blood races would be easily wiped out. do.

(End of this chapter)