Conferred God: I, Who Just Wanted To Run Away, Was Overheard By The Emperor

I'm not stopping because I've had enough, okay?

Rather, I plan to capture the thief first, and instead of continuing to compete with these Ashuras, I might as well go directly to you, Old Ancestor Styx, who is the boss.

"Don't go?"

The netherworld's sea of ​​blood was surging, and the ancestor Ming He, dressed in red and black, with a domineering Taoist robe, appeared in front of Yin Ze, his face full of contempt.

Yin Ze was even more unhappy immediately, this face is very unpleasant.

boom!

Without further ado, Yin Ze directly threw a punch from top to bottom with all his strength.

The speed was so fast that Old Ancestor Ming He couldn't react in time. A large head was directly smashed into the stomach from top to bottom, and then the whole body exploded into a cloud of blood.

The next moment, the ancestor of Ming He was resurrected again, thinking that Yin Ze is really powerful, and even Saint is not as strong as him without using Magic Treasures.

But the expression on Old Ancestor Ming He's face was still disdainful.

No matter who it is, if it can have 480 million lives, and if it can be used up and replenished, it will be as crazy as him.

"Haha, it's good for young people to have a temper, but it's stupid to not recognize the reality." Ancestor Ming He said lightly, with his hands behind his back, a ten second rank red lotus blooming under his feet.

He felt the need to make Yin Ze realize the reality.

If you are willing to kill, then I will let you kill, and of course I will resist.

But you can only be in vain after all, a waste of time.

After all, I have 480 million lives, and you only have one.

Yin Ze's next move is also in line with his image in the heart of the ancestor of Ming He.

It's like a wild beast with no reason to speak, killing it purely for the sake of killing.

But his Styx ancestor is not a generation to be slaughtered.

It can be said unceremoniously that, looking at the prehistoric times, under Saint, except for Yin Ze, an abnormal variable of calamity, he is the strongest.

Therefore, it is not so simple for Yin Ze to kill him once.

Except for the first time that the ancestor Ming He lost the first drop of blood instantly because of being attacked for the first time, every remaining life, at least one quarter of an hour in Yin Ze's hands could not die.

Killing once every quarter of an hour is only ninety-six quarters of an hour a day, and thirty-five thousand and forty quarters a year.

480 million lives, even if he didn't re-refine the blood god son that had been lost, Yin Ze would have to kill at least 13,600 years.

For more than 13,000 years, it was only a slightly long period of time for the ancestor of Ming He, a Power who had been in the wild since the time of Mozu Luohou.

But for Yin Ze, it has been a long and unimaginable period.

"Yin Ze, do you understand?" Ancestor Ming He patiently gave Yin Ze a math class.

However, in exchange, Yin Ze kicked his crotch vigorously.

Blood God Son - 1.

"Fool!" After being resurrected, Ancestor Ming He hated his teeth.

Yin Ze turned a deaf ear, still incarnating as a big brother.

【Not dead? Huh, I don't believe it. 】

The Master Tongtian doesn't believe that the sea of ​​blood does not dry up and the river Styx does not die. Coincidentally, Yin Ze does not believe it either.

There is no real immortality in this world.

Even if it is Saint, even if it is Hongjun, if they find the right way, they will die one day, not to mention the ancestor of Ming He, who is not even as good as Saint.

Yin Ze is now researching a way to completely get the ancestor of Ming He.

He knew that the ancestor of Ming He did not die, but he only relied on the 480 million blood gods.

And the 480,000,000 Blood God Sons, according to the experimental conclusion he had just reached when he killed the ancestor of Ming He, were all over the sea of ​​blood.

That's why there is a saying that the sea of ​​blood does not dry up and the Styx River does not die.

It is very simple to kill the ancestor of Ming He, just kill him 480 million times, but this method is simple and can be done with strength, but in practice it is completely different. .

480,000,000 times, even if the Tongtian sect master comes to kill, it is estimated that it will take thousands of years to kill.

But don't you think it's a coincidence?

After Yin Ze pondered for a long time, he really let him research a possibility.

Yin Ze coldly's smile, if you play, it's still good.

He remembered a joke that the fishing guys liked to say before the crossing.

What if the big fish ran away?

Pump up! Water must be pumped!

Where is the water going?

Of course it's a blank slate.

All the rules in the blank cave are created by Yin Ze, it can create things out of thin air in the blank cave, and can also make the existence in the cave disappear instantly.

Of course, if you want to put things into the blank cave, it is not without restrictions.

Dead objects can be taken in at will, but living objects cannot be taken in if they resist.

But is the Nether Sea of ​​Blood a living creature?

Yin Ze smashed the ancestor of Minghe with a punch, and reached out to take a handful of seawater into the sea of ​​blood.

The seawater was immediately absorbed into the blank cave.

Yin Ze smiled. Obviously, the sea of ​​​​nether blood cannot be classified as a living creature, so there is no problem.

As soon as his mind moved, the holding of sea water in the empty cave immediately disappeared.

"This!"

Ancestor Ming He's expression changed, and just now, he suddenly lost touch with the two blood gods.

Then he found out that Yin Ze, who had been chasing him like an unreasonable beast a second ago, stopped moving and stood on the sea of ​​blood in the nether world and smiled at him.

It should be said that Yin Ze is still very good-looking when he smiles, which can add three points to his mediocre appearance and reach the level of Xiaoshuai.

"Come on, I'll make a magic trick for you, it's free." Yin Ze smiled brightly, and saw that he hooked his hand at the sea of ​​blood in the nether world, and a ball of sea water with a size of more than 200 cubic meters disappeared out of thin air. .

"The name of the magic is, where did the Son of Blood go?"

Snapped!

Yin Ze snapped his fingers dashingly, and Ancestor Ming He's pupils shrank sharply.

This time, he lost the induction of thirty-seven blood gods.

Ancestor Ming He panicked, because he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that he once thought would never be possible.

"How is it? Do you understand my magic? It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I can change it for you a few more times until you understand it."

Yin Ze took a deep breath and dived directly and deeply into the sea of ​​blood in the netherworld. The suction power of the blank cave was fully activated. Every second, an unknown number of thousands of cubic meters of seawater were sucked into the blank cave and then annihilated again. into nothingness.

"No! What are you doing? Impossible! Impossible!" Old Ancestor Ming He was like a concubine.

Now, every second, there are hundreds of thousands of blood gods who lose touch with him.

And it's getting faster, faster.

After the three breaths, the Blood God Son disappeared by tens of thousands per second, but this was far from the limit.

Ten thousand per second, fifty thousand per second, one hundred thousand per second…

will die!

Yin Ze, you can really kill yourself completely!

For more than 13,000 years, at this speed, in less than half a day, he will lose all the Son of Blood.

The sea of ​​blood does not dry up, and the Styx does not die.

But now, the sea of ​​blood is about to dry up!

The ancestor of Ming He went crazy and dived into the sea of ​​blood in the nether world, trying to stop Yin Ze.

But just rely on him, right?

"Ancestor Ming He, do you have any misunderstanding about your own strength?" Yin Ze kicked the ancestor of Ming He flying.

Ancestor Ming He no longer had that contemptuous smile on his face.

But the smile will never go away.

Will only transfer from one person's face to another.

Now, that disdainful and contemptuous smile bloomed at the corner of Yin Ze's mouth.

"Ancestor Ming He, tell me, who is the master of the sea of ​​blood in the nether world?"