He really didn't want to take this last path, because it meant that the achievements that the ancestors of the Demon Spirit Tribe had persisted and struggled for for countless years would be destroyed in one day.
But in front of Lin Fan, the Holy King had no choice.
Either the whole family is destroyed, or the car is abandoned to save the commander.
The Holy King is definitely a man of great courage and determination, and he is very cruel.
He made a decision in an instant, and swung his only remaining arm forward.
"Bang!"
With a soft sound, his right arm detached from his body and shot towards Lin Fan like a cannonball.
Lin Fan's pupils shrank slightly.
Cannot be hardwired.
Survive with a broken arm.
Obviously the Holy King has no other means and there is no need to take this risk.
Lin Fan dodged, moved a very strange distance laterally, avoiding the broken arm, and at the same time slashed it with his sword.
A sword energy tore through the space and slashed the severed arm from the side.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang.
The broken arm exploded in the air and turned into a ball of blood mist.
But the blood mist did not spread, but quickly regrouped and attacked Lin Fan.
Lin Fan held the sword in his right hand and quickly turned it in front of him to build a defense.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
A series of explosions were heard.
The blood mist hit Lin Fan fiercely, but it did not hurt Lin Fan.
But the Holy King's purpose has been achieved.
He didn't expect a broken arm to cause much trouble to Lin Fan, he just needed to delay it for a moment.
At this time, the Holy King, who had lost his arms, transformed into a stream of light and instantly appeared at the entrance of the Demon Suppressing Cave. He roared: "Blood Refining Millstone, rise!!!"
The voice just started.
Suddenly, a majestic, strange and evil momentum rushed out of the Demon Suppressing Cave like a huge wave.
The next moment.
A huge bloody millstone appeared above the Holy King's head.
The bloody millstone slowly rotated and ground, and the surrounding space collapsed and shattered in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, clouds of black mist rushed out of the Demon Cave, and like moths flying into the flame, they all flew into the blood refining millstone.
These are all members of the Demonic Clan.
The tribesmen in the realm of nothingness.
Just then, Lin Fan and others made a strong attack, and the Demon Spirit Clan recalled all the clan members under the void and entered the Demon Suppressing Cave.
But now, they rushed out one by one without hesitation, with bursts of screams and a touch of madness, and ran headlong into the blood refining millstone.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
The blood refining millstone continued to grind, making bursts of teeth-searing sounds.
The demon spirit tribesmen suddenly let out shrill screams, but the screams only lasted for a moment and then stopped abruptly.
Because under the blood refining mill, they could only hold on for a moment.
The demon clan members who crashed into the blood refining millstone were instantly turned into blood under the crushing force of the millstone. As if under some kind of guidance, they flowed down from the blood refining millstone toward the Holy King, and were all absorbed into the Holy King's body.
The strong and pungent smell of blood instantly filled the world.
And the Holy King has completely turned into a "bloody man", covered with blood from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside!
Within a moment, all the Demon Spirit tribe members had rushed into the blood refining millstone and sacrificed all their flesh, flesh, and souls.
On the two sides of the severed arms of the Holy King, the flesh and blood began to squirm, and there were two meat bags protruding from it.
Soon, the meat bag became longer and larger, and it turned out to be two arms!
A broken arm is reborn.
The Holy King's injuries also fully recovered at this moment.
The condition has never been better.
He licked his lips and revealed a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.
"Whoa!"
The Holy King suddenly turned his head and looked at the powerful warriors from the void realm of the Demon Spirit Clan who were fighting.
"King Ya, sacrifice my flesh and blood to help my king become a god!" A look of fanaticism suddenly appeared on King Ya's face. He jerked up, forced the Sword God Emperor back, then turned into a black mist and rushed toward
Blood refining millstone.
"King Ji, sacrifice my flesh and blood to help my king become a god!"
"xx, sacrifice my flesh and blood to help my king become a god!"
The other strong men in the Void Realm did not hesitate at all, and they all rushed towards the blood refining millstone.
The energy produced by the refined flesh and blood of any strong man in the Void Realm is vaster and stronger than that of all other demon spirit tribesmen!
As these powerful men in the void realm sacrificed their own flesh and blood and instilled all their power into the Holy King, the Holy King's momentum became stronger and stronger.
Blood bubbles continued to appear all over his body, making bursts of "gurgling" sounds.
And the size is getting bigger and bigger...
After the last demon spirit tribesman sacrificed himself, the Holy King had turned into a blood-colored giant more than fifty meters tall. No trace of flesh could be seen. It seemed as if it was completely condensed with blood. His whole body was filled with blood and exuded.
It smells extremely rich of blood.
The sky is above your head and the earth is your feet.
"roar!!!"
The Holy King clenched his hands into fists, opened his arms, raised his head and let out a roar.
The sound waves visible to the naked eye spread rapidly to the surroundings.
It caused a large area of space to look like a lake, creating ripples.
To be more precise, this blood giant can no longer be called a Holy King, because he has inherited the will of all the Demon Spirit Clan members, inherited their flesh, blood, and strength, but is dominated by the will of the Holy King.
That's all.
"retreat!"
Emperor Wu and the Emperor of Swords roared loudly at the same time.
Everyone retreated.
All of them looked solemn.
The blood giant in front of him is like a majestic mountain, giving people an unshakable feeling. It is also like a huge wave that can destroy everything at any time!
His aura is actually no weaker than that of the Divine Lord!
"Qiang Qiang Qiang, you ants, do you feel fear?" The blood giant slowly lowered his head, his scarlet eyes like lanterns flashing with fierce light.
The sound was like thunder, shaking the heaven and the earth.
"Master, Martial Emperor, you assist me, the others will retreat a hundred miles away!" Lin Fan's voice sounded.
The blood giant at this moment has no realm.
But his combat power is definitely comparable to that of a strong person in the Half-Step Guiyi Realm.
A strong person in the late stage of nothingness or below will not be able to cause any damage to him, but will easily die in vain.
Apart from Lin Fan, only the Sword God Emperor and the Martial Emperor could barely compete.
As Lin Fan's words came, everyone retreated into the distance.
Only Lin Fan, the Sword God Emperor and the Martial Emperor were left standing in front of the blood giant.
"Ant, go to hell!"
The blood giant stared at Lin Fan with his eyes, roared, took a step forward, leaned his upper body forward, and punched out both fists.
A trick similar to "Two Dragons Going to Sea".
The two fists, which were as big as small hills, carried a terrifying power and blasted out fiercely.
"Bang!"
The space in front of him suddenly shattered like a mirror.
The terrifying fist force directly locked onto Lin Fan.
Lin Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and he instantly activated the Hongmeng Immortal Body to the extreme, and the ghost cloak and undead armor appeared.
At the same time, he threw his left hand forward.
A small golden tower spun out and quickly grew in size, blocking the way of the two huge fists.
The next moment.
"Bang!!!"
There was an earth-shaking loud noise.
The Xiantian Qiankun Pagoda trembled violently twice and was directly blasted away.
Although the pagoda was strong enough and not damaged in any way, Lin Fan's cultivation was still shallow and it was difficult to exert its full power, so he would be blown away by the blood giant's punch.
But the Xiantian Qiankun Pagoda is not unfinished.
At the very least, the power of these two punches was reduced by almost 30%.
Lin Fan thought and recalled the pagoda.
A crazy and determined look appeared in his eyes.
Then, he opened the way with his fist and shot out violently.