"Blood God Son!"

Zhang Fan listened to the introduction of the old gambler, his expression moved slightly, but he had no fear, but he was a little eager to try.

After Jin Dan became a great success, except for the great elder of the remnant clan, he had never met a real master, let alone the elite of the younger generation, but this blood god son in front of him was the first person!

After looking the Blood God Son up and down, Zhang Fan's face suddenly showed a different color, and he smiled and said, "Blood God Son, this doppelganger of yours is no more than Er'er, but he also has the face to talk about me." ”

The blood god son who appeared in front of him was also a clone.

"Huh?"

"Ying Long, have you been away from home for too long, and you have even forgotten the methods of your old friends. ”

A fierce color flashed on the pale face of the Blood God Son, and said: "The Blood God has magical powers, incarnations are thousands, all of them are as one, you and I have not competed back then, have you forgotten?"

"Hmph, that year is that year, if you are interested, you and I will compete again!"

"But...... Blood God Son, how did the old gambler provoke you and let you go out in person?"

Zhang Fan immediately changed the topic, saying more and making more mistakes, the blood god in front of him was clearly very familiar with his knot doppelganger, and if he said more about the past, it would be inevitable to debunk it.

Originally, it didn't matter whether he was exposed or not, but just after seeing the reaction of the old gambler and the blood god, his heart suddenly moved, and he felt that the identity of this doppelganger was afraid that there was still something to be used for, so he didn't want to be exposed to others so quickly.

"How did you mess with me?"

"Today, if I don't kill this fang, I will draw my soul and take his soul, so that he will never fall into the sea of blood and cannot be freed, and it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart. ”

The expression on the face of the blood god was stiff and motionless, but the words seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth, and the forest was extremely cold, and it made people feel creepy and tremble when they heard it.

Unconsciously looking back at the old gambler, Zhang Fan was very curious about what this old boy had done to make the Blood God Son hate him so much.

"Wronged!"

Hearing the blood god son and "Ying Long" reminiscing before, the old gambler was a little apprehensive, but now Zhang Fan took such a look, and immediately called out to hit the sky.

"I just wounded a few servants when I fled, and I didn't even kill a single one!"

Looking at the old gambler's appearance that he couldn't wait to take out his heart, Zhang Fan believed it, and as soon as he looked at the Blood God Son, he suddenly laughed out loud.

"Ying Long, I haven't seen you for decades, you haven't seen my treasure, have you?"

"Open your eyes today. ”

The Blood God Son's voice was full of strange feelings, but his movements were even more weird.

As he spoke, his hand reached into his arms and touched his ears, and immediately threw out three milky white lights.

"It's ......"

Seeing the true face of those three things, Zhang Fan's expression suddenly changed.

"Haha, this is my treasure, how is it, Brother Yinglong, are you tempted?!"

In the wild laughter of the Blood God Son, the three white lights floated in the air, slowly stretching out, but they were three "people"!

In front of Zhang Fan, three "beauties" fluttered in the wind, and occasionally when the wind was stronger, they couldn't help but bend down, their heads fell into their crotch, and their long hair dragged to the soles of their feet, looking like ghosts.

This kind of action, if it is done by a soft and boneless beauty, it is pleasing to the eye, but the three "beauties" in front of them are not only boneless, they don't even have a little flesh and blood, they are three human skins!

Beauty paints skin, beauty paints skin, Zhang Fan has heard this saying countless times, but now he can see it with his own eyes.

Although these three beautiful skins lack the feeling of flesh and blood, they are all rare and peerless beauties just from the perspective of facial contours, skin, curves, etc.

Such a beautiful woman, but only a human skin remains, floating in the air like a flag.

"Ying Long, look at what good things your friend has done!"

The blood god did not squint, although he was talking to Zhang Fan, his gaze was always turning on the three human skins, and the tenderness and fanaticism in it were overflowing.

"Look at these eyebrows, they're all broken...... Look at this foot again, it is actually knocking off a piece of nails...... And this hand, all of which have blood stains......"

Sen's incomparably cold voice, but it showed a soft voice, counting the defects on the three human skins, the regret and reluctance, as if a supreme treasure had been rudely broken.

"It's not perfect~"

For a long time, the Blood God Son sighed faintly, and his pale and bloodless palm gently rubbed over the human skin, not letting go of a trace of detail, and its tenderness seemed to be caressing his new wife.

"Brother Ying Long, do you think he deserves to die!!"

The word "death" came out, the tenderness was no longer there, and the bloody and fierce aura instantly diffused, enveloping the heavens and the earth, within a radius of hundreds of zhang.

The first to bear the brunt were the old gamblers and Zhang Fan who were standing together.

"Isn't he damn ......"

Xuanjin gown, windless automatic, suddenly fluffy, monstrous aura gushing out.

"I don't know!"

"Boom~", the golden-red flame, like a huge torch burning, went straight to the sky, as if it was about to burn out a hole in the sky.

"All I know is ......"

The bloody breath and the blazing fire collided with each other, and the sound of explosions and explosions made a "snort" sound, and at the center of the impact, invisible ripples spread out, like a stone thrown into the calm water.

"Blood God Son, you've cultivated like crazy. ”

The flames swelled like a raging wind, and rolled forward, and the blood turned solid, like a sea of blood, cascading waves.

In just one sentence, Zhang Fan and the Blood God Son did not move, their expressions remained unchanged, and they only relied on their breath and supernatural powers to evolve all kinds of means, and under the bombardment, they were evenly divided.

The entire heaven and earth, suddenly centered on the midpoint of the distance between the two people, as if the yin and yang cut the dawn, turned into two heaven and earth, blood and flame.

The expressions of the two of them changed in an instant.

The Blood God Son was surprised, in his opinion, the doppelganger of "Ying Long", which was the level of the early stage of the Yudan, could actually compete with him?

Zhang Fan is condensed, the Blood God Son really didn't say anything big, although the one in front of him seems to be a doppelganger, but when it comes to the magic of supernatural powers, it is a genuine level of the late stage of the Dan, far higher than the level of the old gambler, that is, the Great Elder of the Remnants, but that's it.

If it weren't for the peculiarity of the Sun's Golden Flame and the support of the Golden Wufa Phase, just such a breath would have evolved and confronted, I am afraid that it would have fallen behind.

"Hahaha~~"

After a short silence, the Blood God Son suddenly laughed wildly, and with a wave of his hand, he turned into a pure blood-red color, and slammed it on one of the painted skins.

"Ying Long, let you see good things~"

Before the words fell, the beauty painting skin suddenly plumped up like a blow, but in the blink of an eye, it was no different from ordinary people, and it was a lovely child.

Although there is no god in his eyes, he looks like an empty shell, but the naked delicate body alone is enough to make people give souls.

The Blood God Son was not satisfied, opened his mouth openly, and blew a breath towards the beauty.

As soon as the air flow left his mouth, a mournful moan appeared out of thin air, like a beautiful woman, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to tell whether it was pain or pleasure.

The air currents flipped through the air, and the image of a struggling woman faintly appeared, and then she pounced into the painted body.

"Spirit?!"

Zhang Fan frowned, and instantly discerned what was contained in the airflow, which was the soul of a young woman, but it was just imprisoned in the body of this clone.

At this moment, he understood what the true treasure of the Blood God Son was?

At this moment, the godless eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ahh

At first, he looked around blankly, and then he was supported by an invisible force, and the beautiful body floating in the air suddenly let out an exclamation, and his hands went up and down, intending to cover the shame on his body.

Immediately, Xu is sudden reaction that this was not his body, and the woman's exclamation stopped abruptly, and then she was at a loss and stood in the air.

"Well, not bad!"

The Blood God Son's eyes were full of obsession, and he shouted sharply.

"Humph!"

Zhang Fan's face sank like water, and he snorted coldly and did not answer.

As he had ridiculed before, this blood god son had cultivated to the point of madness, and there was a kind of perverted fanaticism, and when he looked at the painted woman, that kind of look was better than the gambler-like madness of the old gambler when he faced the unveiling cup.

"The host, the host ......"

"Don't send Yu Ji back, I won't go back...... Not going back......"

As if she had reacted suddenly, the painted skin woman who had been standing in the air suddenly shouted frantically, and pounced regardless of it, and slammed into the thigh of the Blood God Son.

A strange smile flashed on the face of the Blood God Son, and he raised his feet slightly, and said with interest, "Do you know what to do?"

"Well done, Ben Gongzi won't let you go back. ”

"I do, I do...... Do everything......"

Speaking of the back, the painted skin woman looked a little incoherent, fear and hope were intertwined, and she suddenly picked up the boots of the blood god, stretched out her lilac tongue and licked it desperately.

"Hahaha~~"

In an instant, the sound of comfortable laughter resounded in the sky, revealing the wanton and enjoyment of the Blood God Son.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and the blood god moved at his feet, kicking the beautiful painterly skin who was trying his best to serve him, no longer looking at it, but staring at the old gambler, and said hatefully:

"Such a woman, I originally had thirteen, but now I let you destroy three, it's not good to entertain you, how can I solve the hatred in my heart. ”

The old gambler had just been stabbed by the resentful eyes of the substance, and then he heard him go on to say: "Imperfect, imperfect, imperfect things, what's the use of staying?!"

As soon as the voice fell, the boundless blood color suddenly turned into a monstrous wave, and with one undulation, the remaining two painted skins and the painted skin beauties were drowned in it.

At that moment, Zhang Fan clearly saw a flash of horror on the face of the beautiful woman named Yu Ji, and immediately turned into a strong sense of relief, no resistance, no struggle, not even screaming, but opened his arms halfway, as if he wanted to embrace the sea of blood.

The waves flashed by, and there was nothing left.

(To be continued)