That was a young man, wearing a golden battle robe, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a figure as rich as jade.
Standing on a high mountain, it instantly attracted all the attention.
He is like a sun.
Incomparably dazzling.
It makes people unable to look directly, but they have to look at it with awe!
This is very contradictory, but it can be perfectly reflected in this figure.
because.
He is the Holy Son, from... the golden clan!
Golden Son!
This time the strongest foreign genius enters the Tianjiao battlefield!
The golden holy blood flows. This ethnic group is as noble and supreme as gold, representing the ultimate authority and power.
He looks very handsome, his whole body is bathed in layers of faint golden light, his robes are loose, exuding a kind of laziness, but his every move and every move has boundless domineering power that suppresses the world!
The golden clan is enough to rank fifth among all clans!
To know.
Every increase in the ranking of the races outside the territory represents a gap like a chasm.
Those who enter the top ten and have peerless qualifications may break the restrictions of the rankings of all races, fight against the odds, and compete for a higher ranking for their race.
And entered the top five.
Those five ethnic groups are collectively called the strongest.
Any descendant of these five ethnic groups, regardless of talent or qualifications, is innately extremely powerful, far beyond the others and insurmountable!
The best among them are even more terrifying.
Just like the Golden Son, it is said that he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he has already reached the level of a half-step king.
Equal to the ninth level of cave heaven of human warriors!
This is terrible!
A half-step king who is fifteen or sixteen years old!
It almost means that as long as he doesn't die midway, he will definitely become the top king!
He can even break the limits of a king and become a peerless emperor! He has the qualifications to stand shoulder to shoulder with martial arts myths and Yin-Yang warriors!
"Unexpectedly, the two saints came together!"
The alien creatures in the field were taking deep breaths.
But the genius of mankind gritted his teeth, held his breath and concentrated, and all the breath in his body was mobilized.
Once you find out that the other party is going to take action.
They will definitely set off and flee far away!
These two people stand in the distance, just like two ancient holy mountains, giving people a feeling of being unable to compete.
"Tatatian is dead!"
"He is your follower, how do you feel?"
The Golden Holy Son is very gentle. Unlike the tyrannical Jun Lin he imagined, his tone is very calm when talking to the Dou Zhan Holy Son!
"The Dou Zhan clan lives for fighting and dies for fighting!"
"He died in the hands of a strong man and was able to fight to death. This is his destiny and the best ending!"
"I don't feel sorry for this!"
The voice of the Holy Son of Dou Zhan was low, like a divine weapon, resurrected to the extreme, and erupted with the sound of gold and iron colliding, extremely cold and hard.
"You!"
"We are from the same clan. He came with you. Now that you are dead, you can say such words. I feel that compared to you, my Golden Bloodline does not seem to be a cold-blooded and cruel existence!"
The Golden Holy Son narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a chuckle.
"no the same!"
The Holy Son of Douzhan walked toward the Jedi, slapped his hand, and the twisted spear shattered directly, turning into fragments all over the sky. This was a half-step treasure-level magic weapon, but in his hands, it was vulnerable to a single blow.
"Although I don't feel sorry for him, as a member of the same race who died here, I have the right to avenge him!"
"That human being can't get out of here!"
Holy Son Douzhan took long strides, spanning dozens of meters in one step.
The fighting aura around him is as real as substance.
"The Tomb of the First King!"
The Holy Son of Dou Zhan's eyes were sharp, "Where he goes, I will make him bleed and die in it! Being able to be with the former king, this is his destination! To him, it is not cruel!"
After the words fell, the figure of Holy Son Douzhan had already gone away.
No trace.
"The Dou Zhan clan is indeed war-mad!" Seeing this, the Golden Saint shook his head slightly, "Let you go, but my goal is the eighth king's tomb!"
"I hope to have the opportunity to meet you in the tomb of the Eighth King!"
The Golden Holy Son whispered, and the golden light shook and disappeared.
Tomb of the Eight Kings.
Each one is different, and each ancient tomb is extraordinary. It is said that a former king is buried there.
Their laws and ways have been preserved.
at the same time.
There are also strong men among humans, king-level masters, and even king-level masters who have fallen among them, leaving behind their own inheritance and past!
Any king's tomb may give a person a chance to achieve heaven-defying fortune!
…
As the two holy sons left separately.
Everyone in the field collapsed on the ground as if they were exhausted.
"horrible!"
"Is this the strength of the invincible people of the same generation? Just a look and a breath of energy are enough to make us convinced and kneel down without any resistance!"
"How strong are they?"
The crowd murmured, their hearts shaking.
But at this moment, from far away from the mountains and rivers, the demonic clouds are mighty, sweeping thousands of miles away, making an unparalleled swagger.
Black magic light shot into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a figure in black stepped out.
"The First King's Tomb?"
"Chu Feng, you killed my Demon Sect disciples, but you dare to take away my Demon Sect inheritance!"
"My Demon Sect can slaughter the heavens and the earth, but I don't allow others to touch my Demon Sect in the slightest!"
"If you don't die, how can you promote the reputation of our Demon Sect?"
The young man in black has a cold tone and his long hair is disheveled, like an unparalleled demon!