"You will die."

The Holy Son's voice was indifferent: "Kiss my toes, I can make you die more happy."

Kissing your toes?

Jiang Xiaotian grinned and blood surged.

He gritted his teeth and exerted his muscles.

First, the knees, then the thighs, then the waist and abdomen were pressed, and the whole person stood up from the ground.

Because of the excessive force, the heart was damaged, and blood from the arteries and veins rushed out from his heart like a river.

"Gudu Gudu..."

The blood was swallowed by mouthfuls, Jiang Xiaotian trembled, stood up straight, and looked down at the child in front of him from a high place.

Jiang Xiaotian's eyes were full of contempt: "The weak are like you."

The strong get angry and draw the sword to the stronger, the weak get angry and draw the sword to the weaker!

However, the Holy Son's eyes did not change at all, and a rusty spear appeared in his hand again.

This time I aimed at Jiang Xiaotian's kidney.

"Puff!!!"

The waist is pierced.

Adrenal hormones were no longer secreted, Jiang Xiaotian's eyes dimmed for a moment, and waves of sleepiness came.

"Call me as Lord, and pray that I will become your god."

The Holy Son spoke again with a faint look on his face.

"Adam, if you kill Jiang Xiaotian, the light will be destroyed!"

Next to him, Gurney's body twisted under the faint light, and he growled in pain.

The Holy Son "Adam" still has no fluctuations.

Jiang Xiaotian's clenched fist suddenly loosened, and his eyes became indifferent from contempt: "What do you think my bloodline is? Swordsman? No."

The pain in the body gradually moved away from him.

In this torture, he could no longer suppress the bottleneck of suppression and broke through to level seven [student], but he didn't pay attention.

"Your blood is given by dirty sinners and witches, and in the future, you will destroy the capital of light, so you will die."

The voice of the Holy Son is dull.

Jiang Xiaotian narrowed his eyes and his face turned pale, which was a sign that the blood was about to flow dry: "I have Zhu Xia's blood flowing on my body, and I never know what surrender is."

"As for the destruction you mentioned, if there was one day, I would definitely do it."

Jiang Xiaotian's tone was firm and plain, and the Holy Son's eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation.

The Holy Son stopped talking, and an iron spear appeared in his hand, aiming at Jiang Xiaotian's eyebrows: "The soul and soul are destroyed."

"call out!!!!"

The rusty iron gun turned into a stream of light.

Jiang Xiaotian's eyes were dull.

I had a premonition before that I would never see my parents again, because he was dead?

Fortunately, my sister can still be filial to him.

Jiang Xiaotian's eyes were fearless.

At least, he died while standing and did not live on his knees.

"No! Stop!"

Gurney next to him roared in pain, even with a hint of a beast-like voice, but he was suppressed and unable to move.

The Holy Son is so powerful!

"Buzz!!!"

The iron spear seemed to have surpassed the speed of light, and it came to Jiang Xiaotian's eyebrows in an instant.

However, at this critical moment, the iron spear that was completely broken seemed to have encountered a barrier and could not make any progress.

"boom!!!!"

...

Demon City.

Jiang Xiaozhi stepped into the teleportation array in one step and came to a place where the bloodthirsty demon tribes were everywhere.

She was looking for gathering points for demon clans everywhere, hunting several demon clans casually, and completing credit score points tasks.

However, suddenly, her heart was tingling and cramped, making her bent down.

"Xiaotian!!!"

In an instant, she raised her head and her eyes were red.

Xiaotian, something happened!

"Hahaha, the delicate and tender womb!"

"My! Mine! I'm going to train her to be a slave!"

"Meat! Eat meat!"

In front of Jiang Xiaozhi, groups of monsters of level 8 or 9 appeared, and it was obvious that Jiang Xiaozhi was ambushed.

However, what surprised the demon clan was that this human race, who seemed not weak, actually shed tears at this time!

"Haha, I'm crying!"

"It's really weak..."

"Puff!!!"

Suddenly, extremely sharp stone pillars soared into the sky from the ground, and in an instant, the radius of seven or eight miles was filled with all kinds of stone thorns rushing out of the ground.

"Ah!!!Die!!!"

Jiang Xiaozhi roared, three thousand black hairs were dancing freely, and the "Picking Girl Book" in her hand flicked the pages wildly, shining with light.

Skills - karst landforms!

Not only those demon races, but also stones, trees and other things were broken by stone sprints, the scene was in chaos and sand and stones were everywhere.

After a long time, the dust fell.

After Jiang Xiaozhi killed the demon clan, she knelt down and covered her chest, and she burst into tears: "Xiaotian..."

...

Great Wilderness Space.

The souls of countless ancestors actually spontaneously gathered at the edge of the pond, looking at one of the pictures.

The old man in the lead had no eyes, his body was as thin as a skeleton, and his spine was empty.

All the wise men looked at a certain picture without turning their eyes.

Among them is Jiang Xiaotian standing.

"good."

When the old man in the lead saw a certain place, his dry face seemed to smile, and then his body turned into a smoke and slowly dissipated.

Behind the old man was an ordinary middle-aged man, over 1.8 meters tall and strong, holding a carving knife that wrote in ancient times and a bamboo slip book.

After the old man disappeared, he turned around and looked at the people behind him.

An old man rode a green cow, a young man rode a Kun fish, a woman was wearing a dance uniform, and a man held a square sky painting halberd...

After Jiang Ziya disappeared, everyone turned their attention to the tall and burly man in the lead.

The man looked serious and spoke loudly: "I wish Jiang Xiaotian to be the master of humanity, and the human race pillar was officially renamed the Great Wilderness Sword!"

The old man riding the green bull smiled and nodded: "Great kindness."

The boy touched the blue butterfly on his fingertips: "Good."

"Xiang Yu is willing!"

"Fengxian was convinced!"

"Cicadas are willing."

"The Yellow River flowing to the sea is not as good as the spirit of the lord's swallowing and vomiting, and Taibai is impressed."

"Netzsche's philosophy is not as circulated as the spirit of Xia."

"I am Socrates, and I recognize the identity of the Lord."
To be continued...