God! I Turned Into a Turtle

Ye Que yelled, vowing to kill the Broken Blood Blade here.

Broken Blood Blade slowly came back to his senses, shocked at how powerful this person was, turned his head and saw that it was Ye Que, the ancient waste body.

For a moment, my mind was shaken, and a monstrous anger rose in my heart.

He punched Ye Que with a fist and shouted angrily: "Ye Que!! If you still dare to come out, I am..."

boom!

Ye Que slapped the guy again, slapping the guy away, and cursed: "Don't get in the way of ants! Whoever is the blood-severing blade, stand up!"

He recognized the face of Broken Blood Blade, and the ugly guy who was slapped away by him was definitely not Broken Blood Blade.

puff!

Broken Blood Blade vomited blood, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

He covered his face and looked at Ye Que like a monster.

How did this guy become so strong?

hiss…

The members of the sub-forums around stared at Ye Que with wide-eyed eyes, and their backs felt cold.

This Nima is too strong, right?

A slap to make Elder Broken Blood Blade vomit blood?

It's like beating your son.

Thanks to this guy, he didn't know Elder Broken Blood Blade was disfigured.

Otherwise, the elder Broken Blood Blade would probably be indifferent.

Seeing that no one stood up, Ye Que sneered and said, "You won't come out, right? That day you spoiled my good deeds, but today, I will kill you! If you don't come out, I will find them out one by one!"

He came to Broken Blood Blade one step at a time, slapped him, and shouted, "Tell me, where is Broken Blood Blade?"

Broken Blood Blade wanted to struggle, but was shocked to find that the opponent's strength was astonishingly great, and he couldn't break free at all.

At this moment, he calmed down, and a look of panic arose in his heart.

If I really want to expose my identity, I'm afraid I will die here.

His thoughts turned sharply, shaking his head like a rattle: "I don't know anything."

"Don't know? Or dare not say?"

Ye Que sneered.

These guys are quite protective of Broken Blood Blade?

But falling into the ears of Broken Blood Blade has another meaning.

Yes, he dared not admit it.

"Since I don't know, it's useless to me. Go to hell!"

Ye Que punched this person in the head.

"etc!"

Broken Blood Blade wants to cry but has no tears, but dare not recognize his identity, it's **** nonsense.

"Um?"

Ye Que's eyes showed a fierce light.

"After Broken Blood Blade has vented his anger, he will return to the sub-altar in a while, so why don't you just wait for him in the seventh sub-altar."

Broken Blood Blade quickly came up with an idea.

Ye Que stared at Broken Blood Blade coldly, the corner of his mouth curled up: "Lead me into the cage?"

"Don't dare!"

Pale explanation of the broken blood blade.

"Okay, then let me see how strong the seventh branch of the skeleton assassination organization is!"

He has a teleportation array, so he is not afraid of these guys.

If the Broken Blood Blade came, it would be even easier, and it would be done in one pot.

Thinking of this, he threw off the blood-severing blade and flew to the seventh sub-altar.

Broken Blood Blade got out of trouble, seeing Ye Que enter the sub-area, with hatred in his eyes, he said to himself coldly: "Crazy guy, I really don't take my seventh sub-altar seriously, I will start the formation later, let you Experience and experience, what is despair."

He took out the sound transmission jade and whispered a few times.

Immediately, the people in the seventh branch of the altar took action one after another.

"Hmph! I will torture you to death!"

Broken Blood Blade caressed the scar on his face, recalling what happened in the Ancient Shura Territory, his eyes filled with great hatred.

Watching Ye Que enter a pavilion in the seventh sub-altar, he took a deep breath, took out the sound transmission jade, and said coldly: "Open the nine-prison blood array of the top-grade holy level! Trapped Ye Que firmly! "

Potential formations are divided into low-rank, middle-rank, high-rank and peak levels.

Like the realm of warriors, there are Hinayana, Middle Vehicle, Mahayana and Peak levels.

Look at Ye Que again.

Standing on the top of the pavilion, with hands behind their backs, looking around.

Suddenly, he seemed to have a feeling, turned his head and looked back, and saw that ugly guy, looking at him ferociously, with hatred, and with confidence.

He smiled coldly: "Do you think you are safe?"

Broken Blood Blade sneered: "Idiot! You are really stupid! If you dare to enter the seventh sub-area, your life will be worse than death later!"

Ye Que frowned, still stood still, and said coldly: "Don't change the subject, let me ask you again, do you think you are safe?"

Broken Blood Blade's expression darkened, and he said coldly: "Even if I stand here without moving, you can't hurt me at all. Tell me the truth, I am Broken Blood Blade! The scar on my face was caused when I went to Shura Ancient Territory. of!"

Ye Que glanced around.

A scarlet light shrouds the palace and pavilions, trapping him inside.

He understood, so he sneered: "When facing me, you kept silent, opened up the formation, and after separating you and me, you punched hard?"

Broken Blood Blade sneered arrogantly: "No matter what you say, it can't change the fact that you must die!"

He was rampant, put his hands on his back, and restored his former status as a powerful man.

Proudly raised his head, looked down at Ye Que, and said teasingly: "I am the altar master of the seventh sub-altar. If you give an order, you will not only be suppressed by the blood formation of the nine prisons, but also be stabbed to death by my sub-altar killer!"

Ye Que was not afraid, and sneered: "Didn't you want to kill me before, and you still made a fuss, why? Now you only dare to spray on me through the momentum?"

The blood-breaking blade seemed to be poked into a sore spot, and roared ferociously: "If you and I fight, I can suppress you within three strokes!"

Ye Que smiled and said, "So powerful, let's start a battle?"

Broken Blood Blade flew to the front of the formation, shook his head and sneered in disdain: "Once the Nine Prison Blood Formation is opened, it cannot be withdrawn, otherwise, I would have shot you long ago and suppressed you! What a pity!"

"I can't stand listening!"

"Satisfy you, Broken Blood Blade!"

Jin Duande and Tugou were looting the seventh sub-altar, and they felt sick when they heard Broken Blood Blade talk about this.

He immediately destroyed the foundation of the formation.

With a swipe, the **** mask disappeared.

Thus, Broken Blood Blade's arrogant and disdainful face gradually solidified along with the mask.

Ye Que approached the blood-breaking blade one step at a time, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Now, the Nine Prison Blood Formation has been withdrawn, your chance has come!"

With a bang, golden light bloomed from his body, making him look like an immortal golden Buddha.

This is the holy art of body refining, the immortal golden body!

Broken Blood Blade's face turned into horror, and suddenly turned around and fled.

Ye Que sneered: "No matter where you are, there is a keyboard sage!"

Stride forward, shaking the world.

With every step he took, he could step on ripples of golden light, spreading across the world.

Clang, clang!

The whole person is like a golden streamer, as if he wants to travel through space, every step is faster than one step, and within six steps, he catches up with the blood-breaking blade.

Broken Blood Blade was horrified: "What kind of movement technique is this!"

Ye Que slapped out the eight-treasure wheel palm, if it could destroy the power of Mount Tai, he would slap it towards Broken Blood Blade.

He sneered in his mouth: "You want to learn, I'll teach you!"

There are a lot of holy arts he has learned.

Coupled with the power of the ancient gods cutting the sky and the sanctification of the flesh, it is not a problem at all to suppress the seventh-fold saint.

Because, no matter how many holy arts the other party has, it is not as much as him.

"Give me my life!"

Broken Blood Blade punched up with both fists to resist.

He is sanctified in the flesh, and he has long been accustomed to treating his flesh as a holy soldier.