The Divine Gate seems to be everywhere and cannot avoid dodging at all.

The Second-Armored Blood Ancestor reached out to support the Divine Sect, his eyes sharp, and said, "The absolute gap in cultivation cannot be made up by a few formations. How much do you know about the great god's cultivation?"

"Swish!"

The Secondary Blood Ancestor turned into a blood light, broke away from the suppression of the Divine Sect, rushed to Zhang Ruochen, and pointed at his heart.

In front of the fingertips of the Secondary Blood Ancestor, the space was twisted into a vortex.

"A little trick to carving insects."

With a loud bang, the twisted space vortex was shattered by the finger force of the Second Armor Blood Ancestor.

However, Zhang Ruochen and Bai Qing'er both disappeared.

The Second Jia Blood Ancestor looked around and found that the space changed drastically. He was locked into a formation tower. In the tower, there were two gods in the heavenly court who had been suppressed into pieces of flesh and blood, and their bodies could not be gathered.

A god from the heavenly court heard a divine thought and reminded him: "Be careful, the space here is very strange."

As soon as he finished speaking, a space vortex appeared at the feet of the Erjia Blood Ancestor, pulling him into the ground.

In addition, there is also a space vortex pressing down above the head.

"This move again. It seems that the so-called Yin Escape Nine Formations is just like that."

Blood-red armor pieces grew from the skin of the Second Armor Blood Ancestor, which quickly wrapped the whole body. The divine body continued to grow in the upper and lower vortexes, using blood-red armor to fight the agitated and killing of the space vortex.

Suddenly, his sense of crisis increased greatly and he had no time to use his protective powers.

"Bang!Bang!"

The two space vortexes collapsed inward, crushing his armor, squeezing his divine body and bursting out. Blood mist kept splashing, and the bones made loud noises like fried beans.

Soon, his powerful body of the god was pressed to the size of an egg by the collapse of the space.

It was bloody and I couldn't see clearly where the head was and where the legs were.

Outside the formation tower, Bai Qing'er and Aji assisted Zhang Ruochen in controlling the formation and resisting the attacks of the gods in the heavenly court.

"I've said that the inheritance of your Blood War Temple is probably going to be cut off today, so I'm going to challenge me."

Zhang Ruochen clasped his hands together, gritted his teeth, and released his mental strength with all his strength, suppressing the second-armed blood ancestor who was about to break free from the space, pressing him down smaller and smaller.
Chapter completed!