Chapter 1828: blood collection

How many ancient sacred deaths of the aliens, for Zhang Sushang, is nothing, he most valued the blood of the rebirth level.
If this thing is enough, it will be easier to shock the ancient holy.
So, a shot pierced the guy's palm, while using a jade bottle to fill the blood, busy is not happy.
"What are you looking for?"
This ancient holy is going crazy.
There is a kind of character, although I listen to other people’s commands, my own consciousness is still there. One of the many kings of the spiritual family, who was stabbed with blood and reborn, was stabbed by a great saint. I still can't escape, but I still have such unscrupulous blood...
Naked provocation!
The teeth are bitten, and the anger is angry. The ancient saint can no longer catch up with Chen Yonghuang and Liu Yang, and the other palm is empty.
He wants to kill this lawless guy directly.
The power of the ancient sacred blood, like the rising tide of the rivers and seas, is boundless, and it is full of anger.
Fighting!
The power of the majesty has not yet come to the youth, the rifle has come again, only a moment, piercing this hand.
Hey! Hey!
Blood blood.
An ancient shouting of pain, once again saw the youth rushed over, and took out a jade bottle, and kept bleeding, for fear of wasting a drop.
"..."
The sputum of the gas, the infuriating operation, the blood vessels are locked, and despite the sputum, there is no blood flowing out.
Improved to reach his realm, do not want to let the blood flow out, there will be no drop.
"Hmm?"
The blood stopped here, and the young people who were collecting frowned, stopped, and looked unhappy.
"Kid, dare to collect my blood, you must die today..."
Song a sigh of relief, the ancient holy man is full of sorrow, the voice is not falling, and the young man’s unhappy palm is caught, the rifle appears again, once again.
I don't know where to go, but the space is twisted and the tip of the gun has come to the thigh.
Fighting!
A big hole appeared again.
Ancient St. stayed, and then saw the young man again flying with a jade bottle, and his face was beautiful and then blood.
"Nima..."
This ancient holy is about to cry.
Until now, he has understood that the other side wants to kill him, it is easy, but he does not want to use it as a specimen for blood collection.
I can’t stand it anymore, and I’m going to run away.
Fighting!
There is a hole in the ass, and the blood is nourished.
A hanging jade bottle is full, and continues to pick up the second one. After a while, it picks up more than a dozen bottles. Each time the other party seals the blood, it shoots a shot. Anyway, it is not a place. Don't care.
After the stab, the ancient saint learned the sorrow, and then did not escape, but sat in the same place, motionless, eyes straight, like a lost soul, dozens of holes, showers , spurting blood outwards.
There is no way to hide, the more you avoid the thorn, the better you are...
The time is not long, too much blood loss, this ancient holy, one has been planted from the air.
It’s estimated that it’s the first time in history to repair this kind of realm, because of the excessive blood loss.
After killing one, Zhang hangs to others.
The ancient sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred.
The many ancient saints that have been planted are powerful, but both sides have their own means. In a short time, it is difficult to distinguish.
It’s not so easy to repair them to kill them. The normal situation is that the battles don’t know how many days, the ultimate loser, the escape, the winner, and the serious injury, life loss.
For this reason, the ancient saints are generally used for threats to the human races and the aliens, and they are only used to threaten. There are not many opportunities for real combat.
There is a battle here, the middle of the Chen Linghuang, has not been disturbed, the countless treasures on the altar, because of the sacrifice, all burned up, forming a raging fire.
A force that pierces the sky, descending from the sky, along his acupuncture points, rushing into the meridians.
The injury suffered before, under the impact of this force, gradually recovered, and even more powerful.
"It's bad, you have to stop it, let this guy recover the injury, it's hard to win again..."
The hanging eyebrows are raised.
The fighting power of Chen Linghuang during the heyday, although not as good as Chen Yonghuang, but also a few super-human masters of the Terran and the Hells, otherwise, it is impossible to control one party, and countless ancient saints can not refute.
Under serious injuries, it’s not too much. You can win by holding a keel, but once you recover, you will be bothered to kill.
"Broken!"
I can't stand it anymore, I trembled with a long gun, and rushed straight toward Chen Linghuang. The dark keel rifle, tearing open the space, straight to the latter's head, like to pierce it.
"Young Master, don't..."
Seeing that he rushed directly, the side of the Chen Yong Emperor shrank and shouted.
However, it was already late at this time. The rifle had not yet come to the front of Chen Linghuang. A force swayed from the black hole in the air and touched the gun body. When Zhang hangs, he feels that the tiger's mouth is going to be torn and bloody. And out.
The rifle also flew away under a shock. "Oh!" was slammed on the ground, piercing a huge hole.
"What happened?"
In a hurry, the blood power is running, and it is hurriedly retreating. Zhang Hang has escaped the ray of the light, and returned to the long gun to pull it up, full of doubts.
In this case, the keel gun has a slight crack, and it seems to have suffered a slight injury.
However, for this level of weapons, as long as the blood of the ancient holy is sufficient, it will be restored soon.
"Young masters, when worshipping, the other gods of the world are docked. If you rush to interrupt, it is equal to offending the gods, and naturally you will be punished..."
Chen Yonghuang rushed over.
"Offended God?"
The draped pupil is contracted.
Undoubtedly, the keel guns are so powerful that they are all hit by flying, and they don’t even have the strength to fight back. I didn’t expect this.
However, it would be awkward to think about it.
The sacrifice is equal to giving good things to the gods. The gods give rewards according to the amount of materials. This moment is connected with it... This time rushing into chaos is tantamount to despising the dignity of the gods and naturally being punished.
No wonder, Chen Yonghuang Ming Ming saw the beginning of the sacrifice, the heart was angry, but did not dare to rush over, it has this relationship.
"If you don't stop it, let the sacrifice ceremony be completed, and his injury will recover. If we don't get it, we will die here..."
The hanging eyebrows wrinkled.
The gods are indeed not offensive, but... don’t stop, let the power be done, and Chen Linghuang’s injury is completely restored, and no one will be able to overcome it.
At that time, their so-called seizure of power and revenge became a joke, and if they did not, they would all die here.
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