God-level Punishment System

Among the thousands of blood puppets, Wang Haochen marched forward with his sword, opening a passage for life and death. King Wu, Huanshan, and Qu Kong protected Shang Qingyan and the others. In the protection circle of King Wu's Sanrao, a blood puppet suddenly condensed, and the blood-red palm was volleyed and pointed directly at Xiao Yan.

The fierce wind shone through, and everyone just realized that the blood-red palms had already photographed Xiao Yan's head.

Xiao Yan carried Shen Fan on his back, his actions were somewhat affected, and the **** puppet appeared so suddenly that it was too late to evade.

She leaned back, letting the unconscious Shen Fan avoid the attack, then slowly gritted her teeth, freed her hand, and rushed forward.

"boom!"

Xiao Yan's whole body was shocked, his face suddenly paled, and there was a trace of blood spilling at the corner of his mouth.

She had been overdrawn too much before, and even though it had been so long, she hadn't fully recovered. Moreover, there was no time to gather too much energy in a hasty battle.

Those blood puppets originally had the cultivation base of the pinnacle of advancement, which was not much different from her strength. The various reasons combined, she was injured by just one move.

Huan Lingtong's complexion changed suddenly, and they rushed back.

They really didn't feel when the blood puppet condensed. This is also because they are surrounded by countless blood puppets, surrounded by vitality fluctuations, and the sound of fighting has affected their perception.

Although Xiao Yan dangerously blocked the **** puppet's move, he did not repel the **** puppet. He just let it freeze slightly, and then rushed at a more terrifying speed. The **** palm was like a knife, and it directly slashed. Down.

Xiao Yan's body flashed quickly, splitting the high-five knife.

As long as she supports one or two breaths, Huan Lingtong and the others will be able to arrive, she doesn't plan to fight hard.

But at this moment, a blood puppet suddenly condensed on her left side, and the blood-red palm pierced her chest like a sharp knife.

Xiao Yan didn't expect that there would be a second blood puppet appearing. It was too sudden. It was too late when she wanted to dodge, and she only had time to turn sideways slightly.

"puff!"

The **** puppet's blood-red palms pierced her shoulders directly and penetrated directly.

Xiao Yan let out a soft snort, and the cold sweat on her forehead instantly came out. Her shoulder was grasped by the blood puppet, unable to break free, and above her head, the other blood puppet also rushed down.

"Tong, save Shen Fan!" There was a flash of urgency in Xiao Yan's eyes, his arms shook slightly, and Shen Fan flew toward Huanling Tong with a gentle force.

She is extremely dangerous now, and she doesn't want Shen Fan to follow her in danger. But with this delay, the **** puppet's blood-red palm on top of her head has already been photographed on top of her head, only a foot away.

"Heart!" Everyone was extremely anxious, but there was still a distance between them.

"boom!"

The war halberd in Huan Lingtong's hand suddenly shot out and flew towards the blood puppet, but it seemed that it was still too late.

"Xiao Yan..." The faces of Shang Qingyan and Shang Qingling were pale. Although they were not far from Xiao Yan, they were too late to rescue each other.

Even Bai Yuxian, Shen Li, and Mo Xing all turned back to help, and still more than a mile away, a series of attacks had been bombarded in the air, falling towards the **** puppet.

Long-range bombardment, scattered power, and effective against people of low realm, can at best play a harassing effect on opponents of the same realm, not much.

The blood puppet stubbornly carried the attack, the palm of his hand still fell towards Xiao Yan's head.

The strong wind shone through, and Xiao Yan's mind started to tremble.

"Xiao Yan!" Huan Ling pupil's eyes were about to split.

Everyone's eyes fell on her, and a strong anxious color could not help.

"call!"

Suddenly, a palm behind Xiao Yan came out abruptly, and directly grasped the wrist of the **** puppet, and suddenly squeezed it.

"Crack!"

The wrist of the blood puppet broke like a piece of porcelain.

Everyone was shocked, who did it?

They have just seen that although everyone is not far apart, no one can make a move in time.

Following that arm, everyone looked behind Xiao Yan...

Shen Fan!

Everyone was in a daze.

I don’t know when, Shen Fan has already woke up with cold light flashing in his eyes, and a cold look on his face. He squeezed the **** puppet’s wrist, but still did not let go. With a wave of his arm, he would then throw the **** puppet away. , And then squeezed the palm of his hand and bombarded away with a punch.

Among his fists, fist strength spit out like the essence, bombarding the head of the blood puppet, and exploding the head of the blood puppet.

Xiao Yan was already desperate in her heart. When she heard a muffled noise above her head, her body trembled instinctively. But she immediately discovered that she didn't seem to have been hurt in any way.

Right here, a palm protruded from her shoulder, stable and powerful, as soon as he grasped the blood-red palm that pierced her shoulder, the five fingers suddenly contracted, and the blood-red palm seemed to be jammed by the mechanical iron claw, slowly deforming .

Xiao Yan turned his head slightly, and saw the figure that was almost leaning on his back, a light flashed in his eyes suddenly.

"Yan'er!" Shen Fan smiled at her, and immediately moved over her body, blocking her in front of her.

Xiao Yan looked at the back in front of him blankly, his eyes became hazy, did I have hallucinations?

At this moment, Shen Fan pressed the palm of his hand, and the void in front of him rolled like boiling water. The blood puppet suddenly froze there, and after an instant, his body instantly shattered.

Huan Lingtong and the others who flew over saw this scene, all were slightly shocked.

One trick to kill?

Shen Fan casually killed the blood puppet with a single blow. You know, the strength of this blood puppet is almost the same as theirs.

When did this guy become so fierce? Ju Youkong's eyes widened involuntarily.

"You finally woke up!" Huan Lingtong smiled after her expression relaxed.

Shen Fan stretched his hand over Leng Leng Xiao Yan, and stroked her shoulder with a palm, instantly sealing the wound and no more bleeding.

"I dare to move my daughter-in-law, even if I die, I have to crawl out!" Shen Fan covered Xiao Yan's slightly pale face, and then turned his head to look around, frowned and said slowly. :"What's happening here?"

Huan Lingtong couldn't help but shook his head, and said: "A word is hard to say, now we must kill it as soon as possible, otherwise the entire Wuzhou will be reduced to rubble."

Shen Fan couldn't help but nodded, and said: "Then kill it, you guys will fight for a while."

Shen Fan closed his eyes, and a breath in his body suddenly rolled up and began to rise continuously. After a few breaths, the surging breath suddenly expanded from his body and spread to the surroundings.

That breath was extremely frightening, as if it were the essence, pushing Huan Lingtong and others involuntarily began to fly back.

"What's the situation again?" Ju Youkong's mouth opened wide.

Wang Haochen felt the breath in front of him, turned his head slightly, and saw Shen Fan who was following the team, his face flashed with joy, and then a strange color emerged.

"Is this going to make a breakthrough?" The faces of the three Wang Wu also showed a hint of surprise.

Before Shen Fan was injured, his cultivation had already reached the peak of his advanced realm. If he broke through again, it would mean that Shen Fan would also break through the Martial Saint realm.

"Does the cultivation base advance by leaps and bounds after being injured?" Ju Youkong thought silently.

Now they knew that Wang Haochen was seriously injured, and he recovered from the injury for two months before healed. Then he broke through to the realm of Martial Saint, and now Shen Fan was about to break through.

Compared with Wang Haochen, Shen Fan's situation is really the same. He is also seriously injured and has been recuperating for nearly two months.

Ju Youkong looked at the tens of millions of **** puppets outside, and couldn't help but eager to try, but after a little thought, he gave up the dangerous idea.

Wang Haochen and Shen Fan were all nine dead, and if a little accident happened, it was very likely that they would die immediately.

"I just woke up to break through?" Wang Haochen couldn't help but smile.

Wang Haochen was not surprised that Shen Fan could break through. Before, Shen Fan was constantly squeezing his potential almost crazy. At the last moment before he fell into a coma, his soul consciousness had already undergone transformation and entered the realm of Martial Saint. For the past two months, he has been sleeping in the pool of transformation. , Absorbing the energy in the cultivating pool, the energy in the body should be enough for him to break through.

"One more powerhouse in the realm of Martial Saint, maybe we can really kill it!" The three of King Wu also became happy.

The three of them wanted to protect Shang Qingyan and the others, and their vitality was extremely exhausted. They themselves didn't know how long they could support it. If Shen Fan broke through to the realm of Martial Saint, there would always be a chance.

After just a brief moment, the aura in Shen Fan's body immediately rushed out, rushing into the high altitude in an instant, and the power of countless earth gathered and began to pour into his body.

Feeling that breath, even the blood puppets were slightly dazed, and the attack slowed down a bit.

As the power of the earth rushed down and poured into Shen Fan's body, his body naturally had an aura that radiated out, and it was still growing, as if there was a giant in his body that was slowly recovering.

"boom!"

After more than ten minutes, there was a sudden roar in his body, and the breath in his body suddenly burst out, completely recovering.

Shen Fan slowly opened his eyes, and the momentum on his body was sucked back into his body like tide.

"Have you broken through to the realm of Martial Saint?" Ju Youkong asked tentatively, leaning against him.

Shen Fan shook his palm, and within a few feet, the void was distorted. Feeling the terrifying power surging in his body, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"It should be!" Shen Fan said.

He wasn't sure whether he had broken through to the realm of Martial Saint, but because the Xuanyuan Continent had been rumoring the difficulty of breaking through the realm of Martial Saint, he also couldn't believe that he had broken through.

"What should it be?" Ju Youkong couldn't help rolling his eyes.

(End of this chapter)