Chapter 680 Battle
Wangxiang Terrace temporarily forms an independent space, independent of the underworld and the three realms.
There was a long river of sword light blocking the way, and the falling star fragments collided with the long river of sword light and shattered one after another.
The ghost energy that escapes from the human world is blocked, and no companions enter the human world.
The ghost energy in the world is like a rootless tree, which has no strength to support it.
The world-destroying blade met the falling dragon claw.
The dragon's claws were shattered inch by inch, and the light from Lin Fan's sword was also shattering.
Zhuyang stopped his hand and the dragon sword came forward.
The dragon sword shines brightly, and the roar of the dragon shakes the stars.
Lin Fan felt that the power of the underworld was coming.
The power of the world, the power of heaven and earth, human power is in heaven and earth, but it is too small under the world.
The World-Destroying Sword circled, and Lin Fan punched out with both fists.
Instead of using a sword, use your fist to meet your opponent's sword.
The blasted fists turned into stars, and the dragon sword was slashed with heavy blows.
Stars were rising and dying, and some cracks appeared in the dragon sword under Lin Fan's bombardment.
The quasi-sage who was watching the battle on the viewing platform was stunned.
The seventh-level quasi-saint weapon is not an ordinary quasi-saint weapon.
Even ordinary quasi-holy soldiers are not so fragile, right?
"No, there are already cracks on the sword." A quasi-sage said with sharp eyes.
This is the sorrow of the quasi-sage in the underworld.
There is only the quasi-holy ghost, no quasi-holy body, and no corresponding quasi-holy weapon.
Some were also used as quasi-holy weapons during his lifetime.
In life? Everyone is dead, how can the quasi-sacred soldier be intact?
The quasi-saint weapons used by the quasi-saints of the underworld are mostly damaged quasi-saint weapons.
No matter how good a weapon is, once it has cracks, it will become a weakness in the eyes of the strong.
"Nine Heavenly Sword Techniques, Heaven-shaking Technique!"
The Heavenly Sword came out again, and the sword light brought by the Blood Demon Sword struck the Dragon Sword heavily.
Continuously slashing the body of the dragon sword.
Lin Fan's goal is not Zhuyang, but the Dragon Sword.
Under continuous slashes, Zhu Yang suddenly sheathed his sword and responded with the body of a real dragon.
The roar of the dragon shook the galaxy, and a huge shadow took shape in the galaxy. It slowly stood up and turned into a dragon-headed human god, the demon god who dominates the world.
Stepping on the chaotic stars, the stars flowed, collided with him, and shattered one after another.
Empty eyes are like black holes, swallowing up light.
Even the light cannot escape the eyes of the candle.
"Let's go!" Suddenly a quasi-sage opened the Wangxiangtai space and left.
During the battle between Zhuyang and Lin Fan, the passage between Wangxiangtai and the underworld was blocked by only a sword.
Seeing this, some quasi-sages crossed the sword and left, leaving Lin Fan and Zhu Yang to fight in the galaxy.
Soon, the last quasi-sage also left.
Without the protection of the quasi-sage, the Wangxiang Tower collapsed in the aftermath of the battle between Lin Fan and Zhu Yang, and was destroyed into cosmic dust.
The stars exploded and were shattered by the dragon's claws.
Lin Fan's fist met the dragon's claw, and when it hit the center, the light lit up, more brilliant than the sun.
A terrifying explosion came from the light, and one person and one dragon flew upside down at the same time.
"You are not Zhuyang!" Lin Fan coughed up blood, and the nebula beneath his feet shattered.
"If I am not Zhuyang, then who am I?"
"Zhulong." Lin Fan said.
"King Zhou, you haven't woken up yet. Zhulong has died a long time ago. His soul is scattered in the sky and the earth. Even if you call him, you can't bring him back."
"Perhaps Zhulong is not dead? Maybe Zhulong had already calculated that he was going to die, and knew that his soul would be destroyed, so he had deployed a back-up plan in the underworld." Lin Fan thought to himself, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
"What kind of back-up plan are you planning?"
"Behead the quasi-saint Zhu Yang of the Dragon Clan who is against you, and kill the Yin Soul of Zhu Yang forever. The Yin Soul of Zhu Yang returns to the underworld, makes trouble in the underworld, and plunders the Yin Soul of the Dragon Clan. Zhu Long came to attack several times, but returned without success. He can kill
Zhuyang is alive, but there is nothing he can do if he dies. Fellow Taoist Zhuyang, do you think this is possible?" Lin Fan asked.
"I got an opportunity in the underworld and took it a step further, isn't it okay?" Zhu Yang retorted.
"King Zhou, your conspiracy theory cannot withstand scrutiny."
"No, it stands up to scrutiny. Zhulong went to the underworld many times to attack the ghost of Zhuyang. Perhaps it was at that time that Zhuyang completely disappeared and was replaced by Zhulong wearing the skin of Zhuyang. You said, Gu is right.
No, Zhulong?"
As Lin Fan asked, the space in Wangxiang Terrace suddenly became terrifyingly quiet.
Candle Sun stops attacking.
"A very good imagination. Unfortunately, you guessed wrong. I am me, I am not Zhulong. Even if what you said is true, how can I, as a Zhulong, hide the fate of Long Han and retain part of his ghost?"
"Simple, the moment the candle dragon dies, the candle dragon will die. The disaster will not destroy the ghosts, only people will destroy the ghosts. The souls left in the world will fly away, and the ghosts left in the underworld will survive forever. All
Everyone thought Zhulong was dead, but they didn’t expect Zhulong to live in the underworld wearing Zhuyang’s coat.”
"Haha...not a bad imagination."
Laugh, laugh wildly.
"However, King Zhou, you still guessed wrong. I am not Zhulong, I am Zhuyang." The Quasi-Saint Dragon God raised his head. "He is dead, but I am still alive."
Mentioning the name Zhulong, Zhuyang's eyes flashed with utter hatred.
"I don't know why you imagined me as him, and I don't need to know."
The strong wind roared, and the dragon claws and the blood demon sword collided, making a series of metal collision sounds. One person and one dragon directly smashed into pieces.
"Because you are about to be a dead person."
The dragon claws continuously bombarded, shattering the meteorite with impact, and hit Lin Fan's Blood Demon Sword hard.
The battle between the two has become day-to-day.
The radiance of supernatural power illuminates the darkness, making the dark underworld starry sky as bright as day.
Suddenly, Zhuyang let out a long groan.
A sword light that was more terrifying than the previous dragon sword light lit up.
"Didn't you say that I am Zhulong? Well, I will let you die under Zhulong's quasi-sacred soldiers."
A sword brushed past, and the Six Paths of Samsara Fist could not stop the sword's edge.
Lin Fan quickly retreated, and hundreds of Dharma Prime's hands were killed in an instant.
Bang! The Blood Demon Sword blocks the incoming sword light.
"Indestructible quasi-sacred weapon, Zhulong's sword, Coiling Dragon Sword? But according to legend, Coiling Dragon Sword died in the Longhan Catastrophe." Lin Fan stared at the Coiling Dragon Sword.
"Even if the legend is wrong, in the battle of Zhulong's fall, many quasi-sages surrounded and killed him, including Tao Ancestor, and the Coiling Dragon Sword will not be damaged at all."
"Yes, there is no way there is no damage at all. The reason why there is no damage is because this Coiling Dragon Sword did not participate in that battle at all."
The Panlong sword edge penetrated Lin Fan's head and nailed Lin Fan to death on the stars.
"Long before that, I made an identical Coiling Dragon Sword and placed it in the underworld."
"Is this the truth?" Lin Fan's voice came from behind Zhulong.
Zhulong turned around and saw that Lin Fan was intact.
Looking under the sword again, I saw that the person under the sword was not a human being, but a straw puppet.
The Panlong Sword shook, and the scarecrow under the sword burst into flames, and was instantly burned to ashes.
"Young man, you know too much. I regret telling you so much, but it doesn't matter, you can't escape Wangxiangtai."
The candle dragon unfolds the barrier, and the dragon plane covers the entire Wangxiang Terrace.
The environment changed, and Wangxiang Terrace was shrouded in an ancient battlefield filled with debris.
The battlefield can be seen everywhere on the battlefield, with corpses of gods and demons, and broken pieces of divine weapons covering the ground. The ground is bright red, and the red is blood.
This is a special ancient battlefield that does not belong to the underworld.
Lin Fan looked around, "The ancient battlefield during the Longhan Catastrophe? You used your magical power to intercept an ancient battlefield from that time and refine it into the dimensional space."
"Good vision. Although this is not the last battlefield of the Longhan Tribulation, it is no less tragic than the last battle. I haven't seen it there."
Zhulong pointed at a dragon corpse as big as a mountain in the distance. Surrounding the dragon corpse were broken unicorn corpses, and next to it was a blood-stained phoenix wing.
"The fallen quasi-sage." Lin Fan looked a little ugly.
He not only saw three quasi-holy corpses, but also saw more.
The opening of heaven and earth was also the period when the aura of heaven and earth was at its strongest, and masters emerged in large numbers.
As time goes by, the aura gradually weakens, and the number and quality of masters begin to decline.
(End of chapter)
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