Moreover, the blood gods also roared towards this drop of blood.

It was just a moment, and this drop of blood between the eyebrows was merged with the Blood God General and others.

"Buzz!"

A huge creature suddenly formed. This is the Blood God General who has been strengthened. His strength is much stronger than that of countless Blood God Generals before.

If there were outsiders here, they would be shocked and could not help but tremble.

This blood god general is really too powerful and has an inviolable and powerful place.

But Sakyamuni Bodhi didn't care, he completely let go of his hands and feet.

This red-haired old man is not simple, his strength is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and his cultivation is about half-saint.

When you reach the realm of saints, there will be no mediocre people at all.

Some are all peerless geniuses!

Because mediocre people can't reach this level at all, this is cruel, but this is reality.

He naturally did not dare to underestimate or ignore such a genius who had reached the semi-saint realm of cultivation.

I saw Shakyamuni Bodhi's eyes blooming coldly. He could not see a trace of peace and compassion on his body. Instead, he became endless murderous intent, like a god of war.

Immediately, he took action.

The moment he took action, endless Buddha light surged, vast and boundless, with a unique auspicious meaning.

"Click!"

It was just a preliminary fight. The blood god who became powerful then collapsed under the palm of Sakyamuni Bodhi and nothing existed.

This palm seems simple, but in fact, it contains magical powers and is boundless. In one palm, there is endless mystery, and it seems that it can contain everything in the vast universe and everything in his palm.

One tree, one Bodhi, one palm, one world, that's what it means, that's it! "Hmph."

The red-haired old man snorted coldly.

Although it seemed to be cold-snorted, in fact, he was forcing himself to be brave.

This old bald donkey of Sakyamuni Bodhi seemed to be much more difficult than he had imagined.

Even one of his unique skills, the Blood God General, was penetrated and annihilated, and it was annihilated in one blow.

This is really surprising and surprising.

At least, he was scared.

"Blood God Umbrella!"

At this time, the old man with red hair sacrificed an ancient umbrella as dark as ink.

This ancient umbrella was left by the Blood God in the past and belonged to the Blood God, and contained endless power in it.

There are many orders on this ancient umbrella. It is roughly estimated that there are tens of thousands of them.

It's even less, maybe it's already reached 100,000.

The power of these orders seems to penetrate the void.

"Boom!"

The next second, these forces broke through the ancient umbrella and rushed towards Shakyamuni Bodhi, trying to imprison him and kill him."

It’s indeed worthy of being the treasure left by the Blood God in the past, and even I felt a little horrified.”

Shakyamuni Bodhi was straightforward and said bluntly that he felt a trembling.

"Haha, even if the things left by Shinto characters are just ragged, they can make you tremble all over."

The old man with red hair doesn't care, he has his own sharpness.

He has strong superiority because his master is a creature standing in the divine way, and his cultivation and merits are related to fortune.
Chapter completed!