【One Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty-Nine】Breakthrough, the Peak of the Sanctuary, the 8th World

"Zhan Wuwei, you can't shoot this kid!" This voice carried a supreme aura, making the face of the green-robed old man who had been extremely angry suddenly turn pale.

"You...you are..." The green-robed old man's face flashed with disbelief.

"Hmph, the ancestor has been in seclusion for so many years, can't he even recognize the voice of the ancestor?" The voice snorted coldly, Zhan Wuwei was hit hard, his body was unstable, and a trace of blood slid down the corner of Zhan Wuwei's mouth.

"Zhan... Ancestor Zhan Xie!" Zhan Wuwei shuddered.

Just like the status of the ancestor Shixiong in the Yan clan, the ancestor Zhanxie is also the group of true god powerhouses left behind by the ancient god of war 100,000 years ago.

Zhan Wuwei has lived for more than 10,000 years, and he has only met the ancestor Zhan Xie once.

Zhan Wuwei never thought that at this time, Zhan Xie's ancestor was not ready to enter the Heaven-reaching Divine Realm, but came to stop him from seeking revenge.

"Zhan Wuwei, if you dare to do it yourself, you are the enemy of our true god!" Zhan Xie's cold voice came out, but it made Zhan Wuwei sweat.

What is the origin of that kid, actually...

Can't the revenge of heaven be punished? Zhan Wuwei roared in his heart.

As a true god, Zhan Xie's vision is naturally different from that of Sanctuary. Like ancestor Shixiong, knowing that Han Feng is less than 40 years old is already the sixth level of Sanctuary Peak, and his combat power is comparable to Sanctuary Small Perfection. Zhan Xie's first thought is that this kid is very likely to break through the true god of catastrophe in the future. In the middle level, the possibility of finding the entrance to the world of the gods is greater than them.

Therefore, Zhan Xie naturally does not want such a genius to fall, at least not to offend him. Maybe in the future, the other party will see that everyone is a warrior of the forgotten continent, and the powerhouses of their ancient God of War clan can follow him and leave this continent.

But seeing Zhan Wuwei's sad face, Zhan Xie couldn't help frowning. In any case, Zhan Wuwei is also the sanctuary of the ancient god of war, and it is only one step away from the true god. If it is really so tough Zhan Wuwei will endure it, and both sides will not look good after Zhan Wuwei breaks through the true god.

When it comes to true gods, it is difficult to go further without aura. Even though Zhan Xie has broken through tens of thousands of years and 100,000 years earlier than many true gods, the gap between the two sides is really not that big.

"Forget it, although that kid may reach the unprecedented middle-level of a true god of a catastrophe, it is only possible and not certain. Not letting Zhan Wuwei take the shot himself has been considered a face for Shixiong. Besides, there is no hardship. If he can successfully break through to the realm of the true god, if he perishes in the pursuit, it can only be said that this kid is destined to not become the life of the true god, forgive that Yan Shixiong can't say anything."

Thinking of this, Zhan Xie said lightly: "Although you can't do it yourself, you can order it at will under the Great Perfection of the Sanctuary."

Zhan Wuwei, who was originally saddened, was overjoyed: "Really...really?"

"Hmph, the ancestors will still lie to you."

"Thanks a lot... Ancestor!" Zhan Wuwei bowed to thank him.

That kid is only the peak of the Sanctuary, even if the combat power is comparable to that of the Sanctuary Xiaocheng, but if the Sanctuary Xiaocheng takes the shot personally, then the boy can still escape? There was a ferocious look on Zhan Wuwei's face.

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Xuanlei Ancient Clan.

The mountains here are rolling, and there are thunder mountains shrouded in thunder everywhere.

A mountain of thunder was suspended above the thunder cloud, and the thunder shook.

In a majestic hall on the peak of Leishan Mountain, Xuan Qingtian knelt on his knees with a humble and pious face.

In front of Xuan Qingtian, the blood energy condensed and turned into a blood-colored head.

"The blood slave sees His Royal Highness the King of God!" Xuan Qingtian lowered his head,

His tone was trembling, with indescribable excitement.

Xuan Qingtian could never have imagined that he would have such a fortune. The blood slave of His Royal Highness the king, even if it is a blood slave, his status is much nobler than that of the true god of the sanctuary.

If he can follow His Royal Highness to leave this continent, his achievements in the future will not only be a demigod true god, but it is not impossible to surpass a true god.

The blood-colored head let out a strange laugh, and immediately said, "Can you take that kid down?"

Xuan Qingtian looked guilty: "It's the blood slave who didn't do things well and lost."

The bloody head's face condensed: "I lost? Could it be that the kid also absorbed the blood core? But this king has no sense?"

Xuan Qingtian's face was even more ashamed: "The other party did not absorb the blood core, but the strength has improved too much compared to a few years ago."

The blood around the blood-colored head was a little violent. Obviously, the blood-colored head was not in a calm mood. The sanctuary was nothing to the blood-colored head. There are a lot of precious insights that help the sanctuary break through to the true god.

But the problem is that this is not the world of gods, the cultivation speed of the sanctuary is extremely slow, and the appearance of Han Feng has broken the cognition of the bloody head.

"Forget it, there may be some secrets on that kid, until this king leaves this place..." The bloody head sneered.

"His Royal Highness is about to get out of trouble?" Xuan Qingtian was surprised.

"It's coming soon, not yet. This king has given you a task to complete the unification of the ancient tribes of the Beizhou Continent within a few decades." The blood-colored head stared at Xuan Qingtian and said slowly.

"This..." Xuan Qingtian hesitated: "The blood slave is only the seventh level of the peak of the sanctuary. Even with the help of the blood demon will of His Royal Highness the King of God within a few decades, it is absolutely impossible to achieve the great consummation of the sanctuary, even a demigod. I can't deal with it, let alone a true god, how to complete this task?"

The bloody head smiled coldly: "This king naturally knows this truth, you can just wait. In a few years, this king will absorb the blood of those true gods, which will be enough to condense the seeds of the blood guards. At that time, this king will put the seeds of the blood guards. In your hands, as long as you continuously deliver blood essence to the blood guard seeds, creating a blood guard with demigod strength will not be a problem at all, and a certain number of demigod blood guards can temporarily summon this king, even if this king The current strength is less than one ten millionth of the heyday, but it is more than enough to kill a true god."

"Yes!" Xuan Qingtian's mood surged when he heard the blood guard seeds.

The blood-colored head promised: "When the ancient clan is unified, you can massacre the warriors of the Beizhou Continent, and transfer their blood essence to this king. When the blood essence accumulates to a certain level, this king can shorten the time to get out of trouble. Time. Well done, if this king returns to the world of gods, he will definitely take you with him."

Xuan Qingtian swallowed a mouthful of spit, his eyes were burning, and immediately said: "Leave everything to the blood slave!"

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Yan clan.

Years passed by in a flash.

A few years ago, it only took Han Feng a few days to fully recover from his injuries, and then he began to absorb the Purple Melting Heart.

With the ancestors of Shixiong watching, Han Feng naturally couldn't transfer the Zirong Heart to the Jiuyan Tianhuo Tower and hand it over to Xiaopang for refining, so he could only absorb it slowly by himself.

Can't be turned into source liquid, Han Feng's speed of absorbing and refining the purple melting heart is not much faster than other warriors.

In the past few years, Han Feng's cultivation level has soared, from the peak of the sanctuary peak 6th layer to the mid-level realm of the 8th layer of the peak of the sanctuary!

It has fully improved the first layer, and the gap between this layer is even more the gap between the mid-term and the late-stage.

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