He is not only the strongest, but he has also experienced many eras and is as old as history. He has witnessed too many ups and downs, and his mind has long been clear and wise.
This logic still makes sense.
"Hmph! Jiuzhou has a king with special abilities like you, but instead of supporting him, they send him out to take risks. It seems that the King of Samsara is not worthy of his position."
The evil young man spoke calmly, as if he had already determined that Jiang Chen could not survive this attack.
This is indeed the case.
Jiang Chen dived three feet into the river, feeling the violent fluctuations above his head. He was still extremely frightened. The power that came down even caused cracks all over his head, and a lot of blood flowed into the Wangchuan River.
But there was a strange phenomenon.
He found that his blood flowed out and did not merge into the river water, but soon flowed back on its own.
I don’t know if this river is xenophobic or for some other reason.
At this time, the anvil also fell down.
Jiang Chen did not continue to dive. He looked in a miserable state, with countless cracks on his body. However, as he stared at this most powerful weapon, the corners of his mouth slowly rose.
Only he knew that three steps down the river was another level of danger.
The most powerful weapon barged in so brutally, like an ignorant living person breaking into a hut full of demons. No one knew how he would die.
When the anvil was completely submerged in the river water three inches below, it was less than an inch away from Jiang Chen's face.
A terrifying thing happened.
"puff"
The strongest thing in the sky exploded.
At this moment, the whole place was dead silent. No matter whether they were high-ranking kings or powerful warriors with blurred faces, they all seemed to be strangled by the throat by an invisible god of death. Their throats were tight, their hearts stopped, and they dared not even tremble with a sweat.
Fear, suspicion, the unknown...
All kinds of extreme emotions filled their hearts.
A group of strong men, at this moment, collectively petrified.
After a while, the flesh and blood that exploded in the sky began to wriggle and condense bit by bit, and the strongest man came back to life. However, his ability to conceal his face disappeared, revealing an evil-looking face with an expression of complete astonishment, fear, and dullness.
Someone recognized who it was and shouted.
"It's actually this guy, the Master of the Weapon Sect. Didn't they say he was dead... ahem, the old senior is still going strong. It's my fault for being so mean, I deserve a slap in the face!"
"Master Xiao, I didn't expect that he was killed in a bomb that year." Zhiqiang also spoke with a smile, not caring at all whether he would provoke the other party.
Xiao Changxu ignored him and just looked at the blood river seriously with a look of awe.
"It was an ignorant junior who offended me. I hope you will forgive me!"
After a long time, he bowed with both hands and apologized to the blood river.
There was no response. Suddenly, a "tick-tick" sound was heard. Everyone looked up and found that the leader of the Weapon Sect had started to bleed from his nose. He couldn't stop it no matter what he did. Drops of blood fell into the blood river and became a part of it.
Not only that, his aura was visibly weakening.
Xiao Changxu showed a look of horror, but did not dare to stop him. He still bent down ninety degrees and bowed deeply, bearing the price for offending the Blood River.
Jiang Chen watched this scene from the bottom of the river, and couldn't help but look thoughtful.
It turns out that this river of blood is not exclusive. Then why does it not want its own blood?
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