Everyone quickly retreated to hundreds of miles away.
But Xue Yi and Ya Guifei didn’t fight at all. Instead, it was the original month’s sacrifice to refine the magic seed. The madman was even more violent under the control of Xiao. The rotation speed of the falling god clock became faster and faster, and all the blood bodies in the whole blood river were given to the clock sacrifice to refine the magic seed.
Snow clothes, eyes closed, seem to have lost their minds, and their bodies are motionless. Only her long hair, which has not been trimmed for 200,000 years, floats like a ghost at night.
A sound entered Guo Yi’s ear. "Give me the sage of Yinze to deal with you and slay that crazy devil. Never let it cultivate the magic seed."
This is the sound of Xueyi’s clothes. She seems to have fought with Ya Guifei. It is their battle. Everyone can see that it is a form of war, but it is still dangerous.
"This is?" Guo Yi felt the snow clothes shaking and seemed to be in a weak position.
Xue Yi’s lips did not move, but the sound entered Guo Yi’s ear. "This mysterious saint wants to break through the sage’s imperial realm with the help of magic seeds. If the magic seeds are repaired and broken through by her, we will all die here. I won’t tell you that I want to fight her physically and mentally."
Snow clothes sound no longer rings like a stone statue, quietly moving on the ground.
There are many strong people of the older generation around who are looking at this place and want to kill her with the help of snow clothes and elegant imperial concubine, and then jointly kill Guo Yi.
A black millstone the size of a hill flew out of the darkness and came down from the sky with great power.
Some people can’t help it. It’s a quasi-sacred object. Two old men in white robes jointly offered several sacred lines, and each wave of sacred lines escaped from the quasi-sacred object, just like Tianhe Shentao.
These are two elders of the older generation who have reached the ancestral realm.
Guo Yi stopped snow clothes with a cold light in his eyes. "How dare you take advantage of people’s danger? Anyway, many people want to kill me tonight, so I’ll take your knife first."
Two dragon scales flew out of Guo Yixian’s gate, each with a dragon, which was no less powerful than an ancient sacristy.
"Poop!"
The dragon scales shattered the quasi-hallows, and the holy lines roared like two dragons. In the past, the two white-robed old men were crucified and a mountain was torn apart. Dragon Wei scattered the souls in their bodies and dyed the mountain red with blood.
The elders of the older generation in the realm of two ancestors died unsatisfied, with unwilling faces.
Now, the Taoist realm, the monk’s cultivation of immortals may be a great man, but Guo Yi’s eyes are nothing.
"Hey!"
Two huge dragon scales flew back to Guo Yi’s palm, and there were two dragons hovering in the palm.
Suddenly Guo Yi felt a towering breath coming from the square, as if dozens of mountains had fallen at the same time.
"Boom!"
A man dressed in bloody clothes stepped on a small world with a butcher gun and wanted to shock Guo Yi and Xueyi to death.
This is the bloody clothes of the Northern Wilderness, and the third brother of the holy door is swaying in bloody clothes, with cold eyes like blood stars.
The Lord of the Blood-Dressed Sage is one of the three sages in China, an ancient figure, and his third brother is also a generation of outstanding people. He has been practicing for hundreds of thousands of years, but the strong of the older generation can’t cultivate Taoism.
(Ya Guifei, the main door owner of Xiandao Xuegong Palace, the three great saints in the Northern Wilderness) "The bloodstained eye of God is the door owner of the bloodstained holy door. The third brother said that he reached the semi-holy realm 300,000 years ago. His eyes were once stained with the blood of the sage emperor, but although he could not see things, he could exert a considerable terrorist force." Someone recognized his identity through the eyes of the bloodstained man.
"This is the third person in the bloodstained garment. I didn’t expect to even shoot him."
Guo Yi also felt a murderous look like a mountain of blood.
"merciful hand"
Guo Yi hit a palm and a statue of Fo Yin flew out of his palm, shattering the small world of the third person’s feet in bloodstained clothes.
Slaughter the gun, so that one shot went through it, and the blood was on the tip of the gun, which was frightening
Guo yiyiran is not afraid to bury the heavenly sword, and he is greeted by a sword of light like a surprise.
If you want to make a quick decision, you should go directly to the tenth sword of the burial day, and you should kill the third person in bloodstained clothes with a sword.
"poof!"
The sword entered the body and cut off one arm of the third person in the bloodstained garment. The blood rolled from the shoulder like a spewing.
However, this unexpected sword didn’t kill him, which made Guo Yi quite disappointed. After all, it would be difficult to kill him again. After all, the third person who repaired the bloody clothes and Guo Yi’s mind would not make the same mistake twice.
The third person in bloodstained clothes consumed a lot of flesh and blood, and his arms grew back, with bloody slaughter guns, and his eyes became more serious. The cold moonlight was like a bloody corpse that had just climbed out of the grave.
"Guo … Yi lives up to its name. No wonder it can kill me. So many strong men in the bloodstained garment holy door. Today I will take your head back to me." The third person in the bloodstained garment came to take Guo Yi’s head under the orders of the main door.
Guo Yi glanced at the crazy devil who was offering sacrifices to the devil in the distance, and with a hint of eagerness in his heart, he snorted, "If a bloody saint comes, I will kill one. Isn’t it a big deal for the Northern Wilderness lackeys!"
The third person in the bloodstained garment snorted and slaughtered the gun in one hand, just like a Optimus Prime sweeping towards Guo Yi.
"Three types of bloody battle, the first type"
Although this slaughter gun is also made of soul-eating gold essence, there are many sacred lines carved on the face, which have reached the level of sacristy. If you shoot at it, it will be bloody and roll like a bloody sea.
The three styles of bloody battle are the strongest unique skills of the holy gate of bloodstained clothes, and each style is one of the most deadly moves of killing people and breaking into the realm of cultivating immortals.
Power is no longer sacred