Chapter 393 Familiar black bowls, suspected ancestors with stains!
Deep in the vast white void.
On a quiet stone platform, a young man in black robes, who looked as rich as jade, stood quietly, looking into the distance with eyes that were darker than the night. He had a head of black hair, and he looked like a human being.
Second, although he is standing still at this moment, the shadow of the sea of heavens and Dao is faintly reflected under his feet, and some Dao is wailing, seemingly unable to bear its weight.
The Dark King is destroyed by light!
This peerless king from the dark world seemed to sense something at this time. He slowly turned around and looked in an unknown direction. A gentle voice sounded, carrying a somewhat complicated meaning, and whispered: "Light
The inheritor, you are finally back."
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As they continued to go deeper into the vast white void, Su Qinian and his wife saw several stone platforms one after another. There were supreme beings from the dark tribes, as well as strong men from the Three Seas Human Dragon Family, but most of them had not yet recovered, and even
I saw a dissipating quasi-king of the demon clan. He failed to return to his true body. The quasi-king's body was like a dry stone that had been weathered for many years, dissipating into ashes inch by inch.
Obviously, not everyone can bear the current fate of Wu Konghai. Even as a supreme being, he is in danger of falling.
Su Qinian and the other two looked thoughtful, wondering which side of time and space the others had gone to, and which era they were in. Except for Su Qinian, the memory of the Quasi-Dragon King in the West Sea had faded, except for the growing Tao and
Oh, I can't remember anything clearly.
"The Holy King of Humanity!"
After half a stick of incense, a cold shout echoed through the void, and the strong aura of death surged like a vast ocean, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
This is a quasi-king of the underworld. He is already very powerful and ranks at the top. After returning to his true form, he goes up again and climbs the second ladder. He is even confident enough that when he has digested everything he has learned during this journey,
It will only take three years at most to successfully step onto the third ladder to heaven.
boom!
What responded to him was Su Qinian's palm that fell down. The unspeakable majesty filled the air and made the quasi-king of the Underworld's breath stagnant, almost suffocating.
He seemed to have encountered a wild beast, or as if an ancient sacred mountain collapsed and fell down. The burning blood almost ignited the dark origin of his body, suppressing him in all directions.
With a bang, the quasi-king of the Underworld exploded to pieces, split into pieces under this palm, and was beaten into a lump of flesh.
Standing close at hand, observing the action of this young heir to Suotian, the Quasi-Dragon King of the West Sea could only feel his human-dragon war blood boiling, as if he was resonating with it. This man's war blood was too hot and condensed, even more so than before.
When it reached the top of the boundary sea, it increased more than ten times.
Dozens of miles away, the flesh and blood of the quasi-king of the underworld reunited with difficulty, showing a look of fear. What kind of changes had happened to this young human saint king? He had undergone earth-shaking changes. That palm was simply terrifying.
He seemed to be facing a perfect true king. Although there was still a gap, the most powerful blood was approaching that area, and the majestic energy contained in the palm pressure had already taken on a certain air.
Battle King Road!
These three words could not help but appear in his mind, but he had no time to think deeply. Another palm from Su Qinian had already fallen. He could not avoid it or escape. The palm was filled with brilliant light rain, covering the quasi-king of the Underworld, making him
The time around him kept turning back. No matter how he broke free, he seemed to be frozen in place, with invisible chains wrapped around his limbs.
Boom!
With a loud noise, the quasi-king of the underworld exploded to pieces again, blood and bones splashed, igniting a raging bright fire, the origin of the darkest evaporation, and the shrill screams of this person rang out in the void. He didn't even have time to think of a way to go.
Questioning why the Taoist nail in his body can still stir up Tao and Dharma.
boom!
Su Qinian took the third palm, speeding up the process. Infinite light bloomed, the source of the darkness completely dissipated, purified into nothingness, and the screams of screams stopped abruptly.
Three palms!
With just three palms, the Quasi-Dragon King of the West Sea watched helplessly as a top Quasi-King was killed in front of his eyes, with little resistance. This young Quasi-King from the Suotian lineage once again explained to him what it meant to overwhelm everything.
, with such overwhelming combat power, I am afraid that among the top quasi-kings, they are all unquestionably strong.
He was even a little curious as to how many ladders he had to climb on the road to becoming a king before he could compete with this one.
And to this day, the Quasi-Dragon King of the West Sea still doesn’t know where the Tagu Quasi-King who disappeared before is. Either he has failed to return to his true form, or he is like the dead Quasi-King of the Nether Tribe in front of him.
, was killed by a powerful force before the Five Dragon Kings of the South China Sea were cut to pieces by a thousand swords.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
At this moment, on a stone platform that is about to collapse, a silver-haired old dragon king is covered in blood. His huge battle body of more than three thousand feet is covered with black knife marks. His silver hair is surging, and the light of the Order sword is like the eternal sun, shining through the sea of the heavens.
In this vast white void, it was as if billions of divine suns had risen, and then condensed into a golden sword of order. The scorching sword was like a dragon, slashing forward.
clang!
The mountain-like ghost-headed sword was swung, accompanied by the whimpering sound of the devil, and the lifeless light of the sword reflected the scenes of one hell after another. No matter how hot the sword was, it would be frozen in front of these one hell after another. The God of Order
The sword was hacked away again, the light of the sword was weak and on the verge of collapse.
"You lost!"
The Li Ghost King, who was covered in long black hair and was even taller than the old Dragon King, showed a ferocious sneer, but his white eyes were extremely calm, showing no trace of any emotion. He stared at the old Dragon King, showing a somewhat greedy and eager look.
, it was also the one who took action, otherwise even if he gained a lot from this trip and made some progress, it would still be a bit difficult to defeat this True Dragon King, let alone force him into a desperate situation at this moment, even if he cannot be eliminated immediately, but
As long as he is suppressed and the trip is over, the dragon blood elixir refined by a true dragon king and tempered by the power of the Yang to dark ghost blood will be enough to further transform his ghost king body and move forward again on the supreme road.
Take a solid step.
Woo!
The Li Ghost King waved the Ghost-headed Sword again, and the power of the azure underworld filled the blade. He activated the power of Dao Fruit and completely chopped the Divine Sword of Order into pieces. With undiminished momentum, he stood towards the old Dragon King.
Split down.
The void trembled, and one could even hear the wails of the seas of heaven and earth. At the feet of the Li Ghost King, an ancient phantom of a long river emerged, as blue as jade, with not even a hint of ghostly aura, but a bit of divine aura.
Under the force of the ghost-headed sword, the old Dragon King coughed up blood. He encountered an unimaginable enemy. After being severely wounded, the fierce ghost king took advantage of it. How could he, the majestic Dragon King of the West Sea, not understand the thoughts of this fierce ghost king?
He even had some suspicion that the reason why that person gave up in the end was not because he didn't bother to take action, but because he had other motives.
Even so, he did not want to fall under the ghost-headed sword and be humiliated in vain. The human-dragon family in the world has walked out of the traitor. As a supreme strongman with the blood of human-dragon fighting flowing in his body, he first became a human race , is the descendant of the Human-Dragon family. The blood and tears of the sages cannot be desecrated. He wants to rekindle the blood of the Human-Dragon War that was stained by the Ao family of Nanhai.
He still remembered that part of the remaining memory.
"Burn my body with blazing holy fire!"
The old dragon king chanted in a majestic and sonorous tone, and every inch of battle blood and battle bones ignited with bright red flames like fire.
Groan!
At this moment, there was the sound of Qing Yue's sword, and a ray of sword light bloomed, seeming to have cut through all the shackles, breaking all illusions, and in the supreme realm of the Li Ghost King, a hole was opened, a bright hole. The avenue suddenly appeared, and it stretched across the old Dragon King's feet. He moved it out.
The clear light rain fell, and a coldness appeared in Li Gui Wang Senbai's eyes. He looked at the other two figures appearing in the corner of the broken stone platform, and his tone was as cold as the cold wind blowing from the eighteenth level of hell: "Two accurate The king has also come to die."
But then, he raised his eyebrows and stared at the end of the splendid avenue. On the figure in white robe, he said in a deep voice: "How did you break free of the Jue Dao Nail!"
At this moment, King Li Gui couldn't help but wonder whether the old Taoist of the ancient Taoist clan had abided by the ancient Taoist covenant. But thinking about that person again gave him a headache. But the next moment, he felt a chill, as if it came from blood, and even A mark deep in the soul.
Sen Bai's eyes contracted violently, and he saw a black porcelain bowl with a missing corner, which looked very much like the broken stone carvings in the clan, as well as a fragmentary and deliberately buried history of the supreme war, involving a suspected person. The tainted ancestor. (Please subscribe and vote monthly, thank you all for your subscriptions and rewards!)