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1882. The blood king slaps his face to pretend to be a fat man?

"Oh, divine sword? Yes, this treasure will be my own later, haha!" The Blood King looked up and down the divine sword that Ling Jie had struck, and looked at Ling Jie with a smile on his face.

He didn't dodge, he just looked at Ling Jie with a smile on his face. Looking at this situation, he didn't seem to be afraid of Ling Jie's divine sword at all, which made Ling Jie very depressed.



"Chichi..." With a sound, the powerful sword energy emitted by Ling Jie's divine sword split the Blood King in half from head to toe.

The Blood King let out a burst of laughter, and then he shouted loudly and said: "Ten thousand bloods unite...!"

I saw countless bloody people, blood plagues, and blood worms rushing towards Ling Jie one after another. None of the masters of the Nine Heavens Holy Palace back then were the opponents of Ten Thousand Bloods, let alone this yellow-haired boy in front of him? God

So what about the sword? Haha!



"I, Cao, have really underestimated these little things. They are really difficult to deal with!" Ling Jie lightly opened his lips and snorted, "Little thing, let me see what else you can do. Let's see what you can do!"

As he spoke, Ling Jie focused on his dantian, and with a fierce wave of his hand, he released the spatial restriction. He planned to trap this kid in it first, and then kill him.

No matter who it is, as long as he enters his own space restriction, he can only let Ling Jie control him. This is the power of the space restriction.

Feeling a powerful force of space coming from him, the Blood King frowned fiercely and exclaimed: "Boy, you actually know how to restrain space? You, who are you?"

The Blood King's voice came over, with deep surprise and disbelief in his voice. As far as he knew, in this world, there are only a few great gods who can understand space restrictions! Who would have thought that this strange boy could actually do it?

Space restriction? This, this makes the Blood King really can't believe it.



"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Ling Jie curled his lips and said, "Who am I? It doesn't matter anymore. You are about to die, why do you care so much? What do you think? Blood

King?" Ling Jie pointed his little finger at the Blood King in front of him, as if to hint to him.



"Humph, no matter who you are, you can't do anything to me anyway. I have something else to do, so I won't waste time with you here. When I find time one day, I will definitely come and take your life. Farewell! Goodbye.

I thought this matter was over, huh!" Following the Blood King's cold shout, the bloody people around Ling Jie dispersed, as if nothing happened just now.

To be honest, he was really afraid of this space restriction. Back then, it was because of this restriction that he was imprisoned in the Sea of ​​Blood by that boy from the Nine Heavens Holy Palace. This barrier lasted for ten thousand years, hey!

For so many years, he has been studying how to break this restriction, but he has never been able to figure it out. However, he believes that as long as it is a spell, he must have shortcomings.

Moreover, the kid in front of him is actually a master who understands space confinement. How could he be stupid enough to force himself? Tens of thousands of years of confinement? How can he finally get out? How can he go in again? Now, he plans to escape first and wait until he thinks of it.

The method that can lift the space ban is to deal with this kid.



"Boy, your grandpa, I'll be waiting for you here and waiting for you to come home at any time, kid!" Ling Jie shouted with a long voice and a smile on his face.
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