Chapter 392 Beirut: Damn! What the hell is this innate magical power?

As a main god, Beirut's strength is extremely terrifying. Even if he is placed in countless planes and major supreme planes, he can still stand in the forefront.

This is because he is not only a wind god, but his original form is also a God-Eating Rat. He can devour endless divine essence to strengthen himself, allowing his body to reach the level of a main artifact.

Even when facing the tit-for-tat of a lower-level great god, Beirut still had the confidence not to give the other party any face. He was even so bold that, in front of the Lord of Light, he directly snatched away the corpses of the four sacred beasts killed by the other party, along with their main godheads, with one tail.

It's really too bold!
Naturally, Beirut would not take a sanctuary like Zhang Tian, ​​who is only eight years old, seriously. Not to mention a sanctuary of only eight years old, he had even seen divine beasts that were gods at birth.

Placed in such a huge plane world.

All kinds of bizarre things happen.

What shocked Beirut was that the young boy in front of him possessed the blood aura that was most familiar to him. Yes, it was the dragon blood warrior blood of the Baruch family that suddenly appeared five thousand years ago.

No one knows this bloodline better than him, because he created this bloodline. He obtained the essence and blood of the four sacred beasts. Before, he had witnessed with his own eyes the four sacred beasts joining together to display their peerless magical powers. The four lower-level main gods were able to fight against the Lord of Light. They were extremely powerful.

So he used the essence and blood of the four divine beasts and merged them with mortals, and created four ultimate warrior families that shocked the entire continent. However, after five thousand years of experiments, to Beruk's regret, he did not find anything valuable.

Dragonblood warriors are incapable of comprehending laws and mysteries, as if they were born idiots. They comprehend very little, and most of the time they are crushed by their physical bodies. Only the dragonblood warriors who return to hell, after experiencing the baptism of blood, can make rapid progress.

But even the earliest Baruch.

The talent is not that good either.

Five thousand years have passed, and he is still only a middle-level god. Compared with other gods, he does have unique talents, but he is far from meeting Beruk's requirements. After all, he has to fight against the Lord of Light, and everyone below the Lord is an ant.

Until he saw Zhang Tian, ​​a super alien with a blood concentration that shocked him, but he was wearing a magician's robe...

The eight-year-old sanctuary...

Could it be a return of ancestral blood?
Beirut’s eyes flickered as he glanced at Zhang Tian and the nervous Lin Lei. He yelled in anger, “You two, you actually took advantage of me not paying attention and killed the monsters I raised. You deserve to die!”

In an instant.

His eyes were wide open, and a terrifying aura swept in like the abyss. His hands were open, and he was muttering something in his mouth, as if he was singing. An endless and terrifying gale swept in in an instant, connecting the entire sky and earth, and directly turned the day into night.

Linley had never seen such a scene before, and his legs went limp with fear. Delin, who was hiding in the ring, screamed in fear, “Run! It’s the Wind Saint Mage! His strength is too terrifying. He can actually use wind forbidden spells to this extent!!”

Delin was yelling wildly.

At that time, Beirut, who was casting the forbidden wind spell, narrowed his eyes, with surprise in his eyes. If he was not mistaken, the little fellow named Lin Lei was wearing the ring of the Azure Dragon Lord God.

It was also an extremely precious soul defense artifact. Unfortunately, in the battle with the Lord of Light, its defense was broken by the opponent, and it became a broken artifact and was casually discarded by Beirut.

After all, it’s the main artifact or something.

He was the least interested in them, because the other main artifacts of the Four Divine Beasts were in his hands, and he could also absorb the essence of the divinity and create divine weapons comparable to the main artifacts. He didn't care about these broken ones at all.

But Beirut still had a strange look on his face. The things of the Azure Dragon Lord God had been passed down for so many years, and they actually returned to the hands of his bloodline descendants. It was simply fate! His behavior.

This also surprised Zhang Tian. After all, Zhang Tian recognized the other party's identity at a glance. In the Magnolia Continent, the only ones whose strength he could not see at a glance were the god-level masters, and the one dressed like this was naturally Beirut.

The Lord God took action on himself.

Zhang Tian thought that even if he tried his best, he would not be able to resist. But when he saw Beiruk singing, he almost laughed out loud. The dignified God of Wind was actually mumbling spells like a sanctuary. If other gods saw this, they would probably laugh to death.

"should……"

"You are here to test my strength!"

"What on earth is Lao Bei doing? I am only in the Holy Land now. Logically, I cannot attract the attention of the other party at all."

Zhang Tian's mind was racing. He couldn't guess what the other party was thinking, but he decided to teach Beirut a lesson. After all, as the descendant of the Azure Dragon God, Beirut would more or less give him some face and would not kill him.

The key is.

The better the talent he shows, the happier Beirut will be. Not only will they support him vigorously, but he may even be recommended to become the main god!
So Zhang Tian took action.

He deliberately looked solemn, and in a flash he transformed into a dragonblood warrior, with dense dragon scales covering his entire body, hard dragon horns, sharp claws, and a thick and powerful tail.

He roared, and his body turned into lightning, attacking Beirut, as if he wanted to take advantage of the Sanctuary Magician's weakness in close combat.

Beirut's eyes flashed with a snicker. The young man had no moral principles. He attacked an old comrade who had lived for a million years. I'm really sorry...

My body is hard!

It's at the main artifact level!
He was in a playful mood, pretending to be frightened and pale, flying left and right in midair, narrowly missing Zhang Tian's attack, and finally being kicked hard by Zhang Tian, ​​and then...

like a statue!
Beirut smiled.

Zhang Tian pretended to be shocked and stepped back repeatedly, his eyes showing shock and confusion. Delin, who was watching the battle from a distance, wailed, "It's over, it's completely over. The opponent is not only from the Holy Demon Island of the Holy Domain, but also an extremely powerful Holy Domain warrior. His physical body is terrifyingly strong, much more terrifying than that Holy Domain-level Tyrannosaurus Rex..."

Linley also followed suit in despair.

Although he is also a dragon-blood warrior and can transform, and possesses considerable strength, that is only when facing ordinary people. Facing such a great battle in the Holy Land among masters, what can he do?
Is the glory of the Baruch family going to be destroyed here...

He was desperate.

Zhang Tian in the sky had a much more solemn expression, but in his heart he treated Beirut as a sandbag, constantly trying out the secret techniques he had researched. He bombarded Beirut with extreme attacks, but he still did not suffer any injuries.

This time it was Beirut's turn to be shocked. "This guy is not a high-level god descending from the sky. He should have only a vague understanding of the mysteries of the laws. How could he have researched such a terrifying secret technique? He is obviously only a sanctuary, but he can catch up with those low-level gods."

Before he could finish being shocked, he saw a scene that made him even more stunned. Zhang Tian had a solemn expression on his face. He looked up to the sky and roared. Then, a huge green dragon shadow appeared behind him.

Beirut: Huh?
Beirut: God...innate supernatural powers?
(End of this chapter)