The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

"Just this little power? Is this a high-level fairy god? It's as weak as a rookie."

Chen Xuan said to himself.

He walked all the way to the previous four.

Except for one person whose head was crushed and died unexpectedly, the remaining three were in extreme pain, their bones were broken all over their bodies, and the tough and terrifying armor on their bodies was shattered.

Everyone lay motionless on the ground, their faces were covered with blood, and they were terrified to the extreme.

This is the full power of this native?

how come?

How could it be so scary?

"Thank you for bringing nourishment to you, thank you for giving, I decided to send you on the road now."

Chen Xuan's tone was flat, and with a bang, a cloud of black air emerged from behind, and the thirteen black figures turned into a black light, and devoured towards the high-level god in his hand.

"what"

The high-ranking god suddenly screamed miserably, as if he had encountered some great torture, the energy and blood all over his body were rapidly drying up, and in a blink of an eye, a black light swept over him, and he was completely turned into a mummy.

With a calm face, Chen Xuan lost his body, and then grabbed the second and third people. Everyone was terrified. Amidst their bursts of painful screams, all their energy and vitality were quickly destroyed. deprivation.

In the blink of an eye, all five high-level gods were swallowed by the black shadow behind him.

His body shrinks rapidly, and soon regains its original shape again.

Chen Xuan opened the panel and looked.

I saw that the physical strength increased by 500 million again, and the parentheses behind it also changed: the high-level fairy god who has exceeded 75.

"In the normal state before, it was a high-level fairy god over 70, but under the Super Saiyan transformation, it directly became a high-level fairy god over 99, and now the normal state has become a high-level fairy god over 75, I don’t know Can the next Super Saiyan become: a high-level fairy god with more than 100?"

He muttered to himself, and suddenly transformed into a Super Saiyan again.

Soon a series of numbers appeared in the power column, and the brackets behind it became: high-level immortal gods who have exceeded 991.

Chen Xuan frowned, his body shrank rapidly again, and he touched his chin.

"The vast starry sky is really full of talents. Now it seems that 99 has just entered the threshold of genius-level powerhouses, and the more they go up, the more powerful they will be."

After searching the bodies of several people, he pulled up the blood spirit flag and left the place again.

Not long after he left, several middle-level immortal gods flew over from a distance and landed here. After seeing the tragic traces on the ground and five horrific corpses, they all showed horror and inconceivable.

"Did the native kill this?"

"The three high-level immortal gods and the two middle-level immortal gods are all dead?"

Many middle-level immortals trembled with fright, their souls trembling.

"The son of luck, he must be the son of luck cultivated by the consciousness of this ancestral land!"

Someone spoke in horror.

Otherwise, they really couldn't think of a reason to make Chen Xuan so powerful?

Before they came, they already knew that after World War I, this ancestral land was sealed, and all the cultivation techniques pointing to high levels were cut off. It is impossible to emerge a master.

But now, a ruthless character like Chen Xuan is directly cast!

If this is not the son of luck, no one would believe it!

They shivered in shock, returned quickly, and returned to their holy son and saintess.

Soon the world was once again a sensation.

The saint sons and saintesses of all races were all rewarded, and they all showed surprise, began to think, and their eyes became deep.

"Son of luck, a character cultivated by the will of the ancestors and a star of luck?"

"I don't believe it, what is the son of destiny, I never believe it. When I was not a saint son, the previous generation of saint sons was also called the son of luck, but they were not killed by me?"

"The so-called son of luck does not necessarily represent the will of the planet, but he must be lucky enough to get opportunities that ordinary people can't get. If you make friends with him, you may get many unimaginable treasures."

Someone whispered.

In a huge palace.

An altar that had just been built was flickering with dim light, and there was something like a water curtain on it, and scarlet blood lights lit up on this water curtain.

Some are bright, some are dim, densely packed, like star points, at least thousands.

All the icy eyes in the palace fell on these bloody lights, and there were bursts of terrifying murderous aura on his body, and a sneer appeared on his face.

The saint sons and saintesses from seven or eight star regions gathered here.

In addition, there are still people coming from other directions.

"After so many years, I thought that the chaotic ancient blood had all been wiped out. I didn't expect there to be so many. Although the blood is already thin, it is always a disaster to keep it!"

The Holy Son of the Stone Clan said coldly, "One of these chaotic ancient blood will be killed, not even a trace!"

"That's right, the ancestors of our clan killed countless rebellious species here and bathed in this ancient blood. Now that I'm on the road again, I should follow my ancestors' example and climb to the summit!"

The Holy Son of the Hundred Barbarians had a cold tone.

"They're all small fish and shrimps, the strongest of which is no more than the Dharma Body Realm. Sending a rudimentary god can kill them all, and there is no interest in them."

The saintess of Lanyin Xingyu spoke coldly, and brushed her long sky-blue hair.

laugh!

Suddenly, a change occurred on the water curtain on the altar, and a larger and brighter red dot emerged, which was as big as a soybean and seven or eight times the size of other red dots.

The eyes of a group of holy sons were fixed, and they shot out cold lights one after another.

"What a strong bloodline?"

"At least one-tenth of the ancient blood of chaos, who is he?"

These holy sons and saintesses spoke coldly.

An old woman next to her stretched out her finger and tapped lightly.

brush!