Chapter 1739

Lin Tian naturally heard the words of zihuaikong, and his heart became colder.

There is such a father in the world!

"Boom!"

His divine power is stronger. Tianyi soul Jue, dragon burial Scripture and chaos emperor boxing are used together again.

Once again, his fist fell firmly on the forbidden border outside the altar.

A broken sound came out. With this blow, the forbidden border was smashed by his blow.

Then, he took the purple spirit and rushed directly to the altar in front of him.

Also at this time, boom, on the altar in the sky, the seventh ancestor of the goblin came down, the divine power mingled with the body, his left hand out, with the divine light big hand seal toward Lin Tian mercilessly pressure down, with a cold kill. At the same time, the other hand toward the purple spirit to grasp: "since the goblin blood has awakened, then for the return of ancestors to contribute to it."

His voice is cold, without any emotional fluctuations, the two light seals are surging, and his breath is extremely strong.

"Get out of here!"

Lin Tian is rushing to the altar with the purple spirit, but he has been paying attention to the ten people on the altar. At this time, he sees this person pressing and starts to fight directly, with a simple punch.

This fist looks very simple, but it's many times more terrifying than the two fists that he used to bombard the outer border of the altar. He smashed the void in an instant, and his pure physical strength was appalling.

With two hisses, the two big fingerprints of the seventh ancestor of the goblin were directly smashed. Immediately, Lin Tian's boxing power kept on decreasing and fell on this man's body at the next moment.

"Poof!"

Blood splashed around, and the man exploded in the first place.

All of a sudden, the other eight old men on the altar all changed color, even though the purple huaikong in the middle of the true God also had a tiny condensation in his pupils.

They saw that Lin Tian's cultivation was just adjacent to the middle stage of the Immortal King. However, on the line of cultivation, he broke a real God with a fist!

What a terrible body? Even if it's manwangti, it's not so terrible!

Lin Tian didn't care about the smashed seventh ancestor of the goblin. On the one hand, he was on guard against the other nine people on the altar, and on the other hand, he pulled the purple spirit to continue to rush towards the altar.

"Boom!"

The seventh ancestor of the goblin, who had been smashed, gathered his body at this time. He was frightened in his eyes, and his face was very ugly. He pressed toward Lin Tian with a faster speed.

"Younger generation!"

He killed all his eyes, and now he was beaten to pieces by a young man of fairy King level. This is a great shame.

The next moment, with a bang, he stopped Lin Tian in front of him with a special body method and directly sacrificed an amazing divine skill.

Lin Tian pulls the purple spirit and rushes forward. A divine image rushes directly from behind. It's like a holy image of the beginning of heaven, and it's like a millstone of the end of the world. It's interwoven with holiness, majesty and vastness, and it directly rolls over each other.

With this blow, he gave a picture of reincarnation.

Because the other side is a real God. With his cultivation, reincarnation constitution and the power to bear two times of natural disasters, he is now enough to be fearless of the strong one in the early days of the real God. However, the real God is the real God after all. If he wants to use the cultivation of the Immortal King level to repel the real God who shows powerful divine skills, he can't easily do it.

"Hiss!"

With a light sound, the magic of the seventh ancestor of the goblin collides with the reincarnation chart, and is shattered by the earthquake for the first time.

Then, the reincarnation map was crushed down and hit him.

"Poof!"

The blood splashed. Once again, the man's body was broken. Only the spirit body survived. He was surprised and angry.

He is a real God, and now he has offered a magic power, but he is still smashed by the fairy King level Lin Tian.

Lin Tian's eyes are merciless. He pulls the purple spirit to rush by. At the same time, he slaps it and falls on the spirit.

With a bang, the spirit of the man was flying, and there were more than ten cracks in his life, which almost broke open.

"How is that possible?"

The other eight elders who presided over the sacrificial ceremony on the altar were disgraced for it, and sacrificed the seventh ancestor of the goblin. The true God level cultivation was still smashed, smashed by a fairy King level monk!

Even if it is the purple huaikong in the middle stage of the true God level, it is also a condensation of the eyes, and the eyes fall on Lin Tian for a moment.

Lin Tian didn't care about the seventh ancestor of the goblin. With his current fighting power, he could do it even if he killed each other. However, he had to do his best, and it took a long time.

But now, he obviously does not have that time. Now, he wants to save purple moon from the altar as the most important thing. Purple moon's breath of life is constantly pouring into the altar on the sky.

Obviously, after a long time, the purple moon will disappear completely and die.

"Whoosh!"

He was so fast that he pulled the purple spirit and came to the edge of the round altar in a flash.

"Hum!"

Come here, the void is buzzing, and another side of the forbidden border is born, showing blood red, very powerful.

His eyes mingled with divine light, and Tianyi soul Jue turned to the extreme. With this kind of array, he gathered his strength and made a blow to the blood red border prohibition, which directly fell on the blood red border.

With a thump, the blood red border immediately shook and twisted, and his body was also shocked.

Obviously, the blood red border in this place is many times stronger than the border he broke in the outer circle.

"Damn it!"

Sennu's voice rang out, and the seventh ancestor of the goblin reunited and killed again. The breath of the divine power surged like a waterfall.

Lin tianpiantou, looking at this man, eyes extremely cold.

The seven ancestors of the rushing goblin shivered for no reason. Facing the icy eyes, they only felt that their throat was strangled by a pair of magic hands, as if they were strangled the next moment.

At the same time, zihuai moved on the altar and appeared at the edge of the altar, standing in front of Lin Tian and the purple spirit: "seven ancestors, you go back and preside over the ceremony with the other eight ancestors, they, give it to me."

His voice is indifferent. When he says these words, his eyes fall on Lin Tian and purple spirit, and the cold awn interweaves with them.

The seventh ancestor of the goblin glanced at Lin Tian with a cold face. Then he rose up and returned to the altar. He immediately presided over the ceremony with the other eight elders. This kind of sacrifice needs at least nine strong gods to preside over together.

Lin Tian's eyes fall on zihuaikong, and the cold light in his eyes becomes thicker.

"Violet, back up."

He took the purple ELF's hand and took a step forward.

"Boom!"

The golden light broke through the sky, and a powerful Xianwei burst into the sky. With the golden pure Yang, it broke and burned ten squares, sweeping out a fierce and hot Xiandao wind.