【One Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty-Five】The Spirits Are in Chaos

In the past, the true god body of the ancestor of Lingmeng also left behind various legendary achievements, which were regarded as pride by the children of the Lingmeng.

Among the disciples of the spiritual clan today, there are still many young children who are fans of the ancestors of Lingmeng and worship the ancestors of Lingmeng.

This time, the opening of the Heavenly God Realm, the ancestor of Lingmeng is the only true god left by the Lingmeng clan, which has raised the status of the ancestor of Lingmeng in the spirit clan again, and led to the increase of fans of the ancestor of Lingmeng again. .

In the past, Lingchang also worshipped the ancestor of the spirit dream, the legend of the spirit tribe. But now this object of worship appears as an enemy, and Lingchang is also a little embarrassed.

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"Betrayer, if you stop right now and hand over these blood-colored monsters, I can still save your life," the ancestor of Lingmeng said solemnly.

"Hand over it? Just a joke, this is the blood guard given to me by the Blood Demon God King, and you want to control it even with your mere demigod clone? Dreaming!" Lingchang sneered, expressing great disdain.

"Then go to hell!" The demigod's palm was earth-shattering.

Even in this Spirit Race space, it is a scene of destruction.

"A mere demigod, do you really think you are invincible?" Lingchang sneered, and the twelve-wing blood guard was released by Lingchang.

The twelve-winged blood guard is comparable to a demigod. The twelve-winged blood guard opened his huge mouth and swallowed the energy condensed from the sky into his belly.

"Demigod!" Ancestor Lingmeng's expression changed slightly. He never expected that the monster brought by the other party could reach the demigod realm.

Where the hell did this monster come from?

How did the ancestor of Lingmeng know that this blood guard only needs to swallow blood to continuously improve his strength until it reaches the limit that he can achieve.

This demigod-level twelve-winged blood guard was promoted after Lingchang slaughtered the Zhongdu Academy.

In addition to this demigod blood guard, there are more demigod blood guards in Lingchang's hands.

In order to cultivate the demigod blood guard, I don't know how many hidden forces were slaughtered by Lingchang.

Even the declining ancient clans were wiped out by Lingchang.

Ancestor Lingmeng's face was gloomy, and the opponent that he thought could be solved at will suddenly turned into a beast, which made the ancestor of Lingmeng somewhat unable to come down for a while.

At this time, Lingchang summoned a twelve-winged blood guard, and the aura of a demigod made the ancestor of Lingmeng unable to help retreat.

The two demigod blood guards made the ancestor of Lingmeng feel great pressure.

As a last resort, the ancestors of Lingmeng had to interrupt the retreat of some demigods in the clan who were preparing to wait for death. These demigods had entered the realm of the gods. Without their connection with the body, these demigods had not many years to live.

They lived for too many years before. As demigods, their lives did not improve qualitatively. Without the body of a true god, they would have lived for about 16,000 years like the Great Perfection of the Sanctuary before they perished.

When these demigods arrived, the ancestors of Lingmeng had already been forced into embarrassment by the two demigod blood guards.

"Reimu!"

"Why is this monster so strong?"

"The old man has never heard of such a monster."

Whether they were surprised by Reimu's situation, or the power of the blood-colored monster, or the origin of the monster, these demigods' shots were all neat and tidy.

The combined attack of the digital demigods caused the two demigod blood guards to retreat, and one of the blood guards was blasted through a blood hole in the abdomen.

Lingchang's expression was still calm: "Until now, Old Ancestor Lingmeng, is your true God body still not ready to show up?"

"It's just a demigod-level monster,

Not yet qualified to let the body of this seat go into action. "

"Yeah, if that's the case..."

Lingchang also summoned eight twelve-winged blood guards, plus the previous two, ten demigod blood guards gathered together, and after the aura merged, they became even larger and shot straight into the sky.

There is a blood-colored cloud in the void, and the cloud rolls.

The mighty power made Old Ancestor Lingmeng and other demigods unable to resist retreating to resist this pressure.

The ten and twelve-winged blood guards gradually condensed and fused together.

"This momentum..." Ancestor Lingmeng's complexion changed, even in the face of the highest peaks of those True Gods, he had never felt such trembling, fear, and suffocation.

The first thing that appeared in the void was a blood-colored head. The head was illusory and obviously not real.

But because of this, the ancestor of Lingmeng was even more surprised. It was just like this with phantoms. How far did the real body reach?

What opportunity did this Lingchang get?

Lingchang knelt on the ground and said sincerely: "Xue slave Lingchang, see Lord God King!"

The sound of the blood-colored head buzzed, and the digital demigods all covered their ears, making their heads dizzy and uncomfortable.

"Blood slave, what's the matter with summoning this king?"

"Sir, this is the Spirit Clan, and the people in front of them are all demigods. There is also a True God powerhouse in the Spirit Clan, and absorbing the blood essence of these powerhouses will definitely benefit the adult's injury recovery."

Lingchang said humbly.

"True God!" The blood-colored head shot out endless brilliance, and immediately the blood-colored body began to condense under the head.

The blood shadow was blurred, but a more terrifying aura gushed out.

Ancestor Lingmeng gritted his teeth, and if the main body is not summoned by now, I am afraid...

An aura far surpassing the sanctuary and demigods broke through the clouds and rushed out behind the Spirit Race.

The breath fell not far from the blood shadow, and it was the true god body of the ancestor of Lingmeng.

The true God descended into the void, and the space had begun to become unstable and collapsed.

From a distance, the real god body of the ancestor of Lingmeng seems to be in a collapsed space.

"Blood slave, here is handed over to this king, and the rest of the Spiritual Race will be handed over to you." The Blood Demon God King glanced at Lingchang and said lightly.

"Yes!" Lingchang didn't dare to command the phantom that summoned the Bleeding Demon King, and immediately turned around and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"It's time for revenge, Linggan!" Sen Han's coldness flashed in Lingchang's eyes.

"Jie Jie Jie... Although it is a spiritual body, if it is swallowed, it can restore the spirit of this king. Let's dedicate all of your bodies." Xue Ying laughed wildly.

The battle between the ghost king of the blood demon king and the true god of a calamity is about to break out.

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"Lingchang, do you want to destroy our Spiritual Race?" Linggan fought against a figure, in a state of embarrassment, and even roared again and again.

The figure and Linggan touched each other, and the terrifying energy spread.

If Han Feng were here, he would be surprised to find that this figure was Lingchang, who was Linggan's son of a bitch back then.

But now, this original dog-legged man was fighting against Ling Ling.

Linggan's heart was full of anger at this moment, and he finally recovered to the sixth level, but after all, he couldn't compare to Lingya, and the delay time could never recover.

That's all, but the original dog-legged son has also crawled on his head now, but Linggan can't accept it anyway.

Lingchang sneered and said, "Linggan, do you think I'm still the same Lingchang that I used to be, now I serve Lord Gorefiend, and I am a blood slave of Lord Gorefiend, and I can't compare with your little lowly person. "

"You used to swipe at me, now it's time to turn it around."

"It's just you?" Linggan smiled extremely.

"God Shadow Spirit Body!"

"Wan Zun is destroyed!"

Displaying his own special spiritual body, his spiritual practice has soared.

"It seems that you still don't understand the gap between you and me. The current me, but the blood slave of the Blood Demon God King, far surpasses you!"

While speaking, Lingchang's cultivation increased by leaps and bounds, and while Linggan was stunned, he jumped to the peak of the Small Perfection Triple Heaven.

Feeling the surging power in his body, Lingchang screamed in the sky, and his voice rolled out. Linggan's attack collapsed before he approached Lingchang.

"Die!" Lingchang grabbed Linggan with his palm, and Linggan couldn't escape no matter how hard he struggled.

Lingchang's palm squeezed hard, squeezing the spirit stem like an ant, and instantly crushed the spirit stem.

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Han Feng was far away from the battle between the blood-colored phantom and the true god in the void. The momentum was too great. Even if a demigod was accidentally affected, it would be hit hard, and it was very likely to fall, not to mention his small perfection.

Han Feng is still looking for Lin Qingshan. If he finds a weaker blood guard on the way, Han Feng will also try to save him.

"This little brother, you're talking about Senior Sister Qingshan? I seem to have seen them chased by a small perfection monster before, in that direction." A middle-aged spirit body rescued by Han Feng pointed in one direction .

This middle-aged spirit body has obviously lived for a long time, and it is totally fine to call Han Feng a little brother, but in the face of Lin Qingshan, who is younger than himself, the middle-aged spirit body is regarded as a junior brother.

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The third one!