My Sister was Robbed of Chaos Blood at The Start

"The younger sister at the beginning was robbed of Chaos Blood ()"

"Walk?"

"what does that mean?"

"Is it an ancient body technique?"

Chen Huangtian didn't understand what Chen Yuan said.

"This... is almost the same as what you explained."

Chen Yuan groaned for a while, and finally burst out laughing.

In the eyes of everyone at this moment, the ancient ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty also recovered his whole appearance and had already walked back.

Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

"Green out of blue and better than blue, you really didn't disappoint me, maybe you are still a little unfamiliar with me, just call me Sanqing."

When the words came out, he landed on the back of the blue-eyed white dragon.

Chen Yuan was indeed relatively unfamiliar with Sanqing, because it was Chen Huangtian who had been asking him to leave the mountain before.

However, Chen Yuan is very clear that among the Chaos Protoss, some ancient ancestors exist, and they are all very powerful figures.

"I have seen the ancient ancestors of the Sanqing Dynasty." He nodded slightly to show his respect for the older generation.

In the Qing Emperor's tomb before, Jiang Zijian asked him why he didn't respect his elders, but Chen Yuan asked him back.

Those who respect others are respected by others, and Chen Yuan is like this.

"You're welcome, you don't need to salute as a descendant of God." Sanqing smiled and shook his head.

Just as he was about to open his mouth again, looking for how Chen Yuan controlled the Undead Army, an unparalleled force struck, and Xiu Ran exploded from the center of the front!

The ripples rolled, the space exploded, the ears roared, and even the wind blew on the face, which was extremely bone-piercing.

Everyone immediately looked over, Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not only the battle between the Ghost King Shou and the Penglai Marshal had begun in an instant, but all the Ghost Emperor's army under the sky had also been eroded by the Undead Emperor's army!

The figure is thick, shouting to kill the sky, and the cold meaning of killing spreads in every corner of the sky.

The sparks caused by the collision of the halberds and the annihilation caused by the sweeping of the supernatural powers are all revealed in the sight.

This ancient battle was Chen Yuan's challenge to Styx.

Many ghost generals have already fallen, and the figures of the undead generals continued to loot, and the screams of ghost kings sounded.

Although Jiang Zijian and others in the distance gained new freedom in the collapse of the bloody domain, they lost their freedom in the domain of Marshal Penglai.

Unable to leave, unable to participate in the battle, can only watch everything happen.

However, the more I looked at it, the more my mind was subverted, and my eyes were full of horror!

The overwhelming undead imperial army, even if they were overwhelmed by a large number of figures of the ghost imperial army, and their soul power plummeted and wreaked havoc, they couldn't destroy it at all.

On the contrary, he was wiped out by the halberds of the undead army one after another, advancing with indomitable body, galloping with ancient blood, almost invincible in battle!

When panic appeared inside the Ghost Emperor Army, the dark undead army began to drive them into a corner, and started a lingering slaughter.

In the entire scene of the sky, only the picture of the collapse of the soul power continues vertically and horizontally.

And looking at the position of the ghost king's head, the two seem to have fought for nearly ten moves, and the surrounding areas have condensed, gradually forming a black hole.

Possessing the Ghost Emperor Art bestowed by Emperor Fengdu, plus the first-level power of Yutianshen, the ghost king himself, was originally the strongest person in the audience.

Compared with the ancient ancestors of the Sanqing Dynasty, it is actually slightly better.

But right now, God knows what terrible thing he is encountering!

His immortal body, the armor and cloak that cannot be destroyed by imperial techniques, and even the true face of Marshal Penglai, he couldn't take a look at it!

Jiang Zijian knew the owner of the title of Marshal of Penglai, but how could he, the king of ghosts, not know?

It was precisely because of this that he had previously issued an order for the entire army to retreat.

In the fight with Marshal Penglai right now, he has already felt the terrifying figure who was the most dominant figure in that era!

All he wanted was to retreat and report the news back to Styx, but Marshal Penglai carried out Chen Yuan's will, and that was the will to kill!

"Damn it!"

With a roar, the soul power burst out completely,

Ghost King Shouxiu suddenly grabbed a blood moon scimitar from the space!

It was filled with the aura of the emperor's soldiers, but it was not on the list of emperor's soldiers. At the moment of appearance, another wave of spiritual consciousness was born.

Marshal Penglai's face was shrouded in the helmet. Seeing this scene, he was not moved in any way.

He glanced back at Chen Yuan's position and knew that Chen Yuan was watching him, so he stopped holding any hands and approached the ghost king's head on foot.

Sweeping across thousands of miles with one knife, light and shadow exploded on the top of the sky, and even overturned a large number of figures nearby.

But when it came to Marshal Penglai, it suddenly collapsed invisible, and the blood and fear collapsed!

He raised one hand, and an unfathomable and invisible force erupted from the air, grabbing the blood moon scimitar in the ghost king's head.

Boom!

There was an explosion, and the blood moon scimitar was shattered to pieces in an instant with the stunned expression of Ghost King Shou.

At the same time, more anti-shock force came out, shaking his arms trembling, his footsteps couldn't stop retreating violently, and the space along the way collapsed.

When he looked at Marshal Penglai with unbelievable eyes, he Xiuran was already standing in front of him.

For a moment, a creepy chill crept into my heart.

The tall and majestic body, against the backdrop of an ancient armor mixed with dried blood, is like a god of war crawling out of hell.

No, not right!

He was originally a corpse, an existence that crawled out of the cycle of hell!

"By order of my king, take your... head."

The hoarse words slowly came out from Marshal Penglai's mouth, like the ear-piercing scratches of an iron chain on the ground, vague and at the same time tinged with metallic meaning.

But in the ears of the ghost king, there is a cold wind blowing on the face, like the coldness of Jiuyou sweeping across, like turning back time, the Bronze Age is coming, the battlefield is full of wind and sand, ruthless and indifferent!

"Hunting Soul Palm!"

The moment Sen Leng's fear was born, Gui Wangshou understood that the gap between himself and Marshal Penglai was not at the same level at all.

When he gave up his right arm and blasted out all his soul power, the power of the Emperor's Palm condensed hit Marshal Penglai, and it had already broken apart, bursting out and rushing towards the blood moon.

boom!

Chaos suddenly emerged, black holes raged and swept across, and the burst of soul power submerged Marshal Penglai.

But in the next moment, an obscure word suddenly echoed in Ghost King's head.

His body froze immediately, completely losing all control, and then, a scene that completely horrified him appeared.

The body rolled back, the space flowed backwards, the severed arm returned inexplicably, and the power of the soul-destroying palm returned to his body.

At the same time, all the explosive power in sight was rolled back.

He actually... stood in front of Marshal Penglai again!

At this moment, there was a feeling of disintegration covering the ghost king's head.

He froze in place, experienced the imperial technique performed by Marshal Penglai himself, and he was... stupid!

"This is... the seventh emperor technique of Penglai Fairyland, where the techniques overlap?"

The ancient ancestor of Sanqing stood on the back of the blue-eyed white dragon, watched the scene of going back in time, and took a deep breath.