Chapter 394 I am waiting for you, reborn in the blood!
It's too ancient.
Even the Li Ghost King knew it was unknown because it was deliberately buried, especially for supreme beings like them.
I only have a vague understanding that this is the era of the Three Emperors of Kaiyuan in recent ancient times. As for what happened, there is no way to know. There is only a stone carving on which a black porcelain bowl with a chipped corner is clearly engraved. Even if the years change, the stone carvings
The pictures are all broken, and the black bowl with missing corners is deeply imprinted on the cliff of hell, which is extremely clear.
This involves a suspected tainted ancestor. He was an extremely powerful supreme ghost king. There are records in the clan. In the end, he even stepped into the peerless realm with one foot. However, for more than 10,000 years in his life, he never
Take another step out of the ghost world until you die in depression.
Something weird!
King Li Gui stared intently at the black bowl with a missing corner in Su Qinian's hand. With his eyesight, he could not see anything out of the ordinary. Only the bowl of five-color clear soup in the bowl faintly reflected his figure.
As the supreme king, King Li Gui naturally has boundless ambition, but when faced with this artifact, which is suspected to have brought shame to the ancient ancestor, and even died in depression, which is stronger than King Li Gui, he can't help but feel a little nervous.
Clang!
He finally drew his sword, the underworld Dao Fruit revived, and the ghost-headed sword fell. The sad light of the sword reflected the scene of the ancient hell, and the blue underworld water, like jade, penetrated the eighteen levels of hell and reached the deepest part of the underworld.
The Supreme Sword Territory enveloped Su Qinian and the others, but the figure of King Li Ghost was fading away. After all, he chose to avoid the sharp edge temporarily. Heaven's heart was watching, and in front of Emperor Cheng, everything could be given up.
"Be careful!" The old Dragon King shouted lowly, and was about to take action regardless of the injury.
But he saw a strange look appear in Su Qinian's eyes, and he raised the black porcelain bowl with a missing corner in his hand, facing the sad and beautiful light of the falling sword.
Buzz!
The black bowl hummed softly, and the five-color clear soup in the bowl rippled slightly. A huge siphon force suddenly emerged. The hell and yellow springs all fell towards the bowl like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea. The supreme sword force collapsed and the sword domain collapsed.
, and even in the distance, the already faint figure belonging to King Li Ghost became clear again.
This is……
The old Dragon King's eyes were startled, and he looked at Su Qinian carefully. The aura that originally belonged to the quasi-king seemed to have become perfect and flawless. Even vaguely, the old Dragon King felt a deep majesty, which made him feel supremely powerful.
, all developed reactions and showed signs of spontaneous recovery.
Quasi-king realm!
It is no longer just a transformed quasi-king body, but has truly passed through two heavenly barriers, and has completely reached the realm of quasi-king. At the same time, the old Dragon King is also doubtful about how to break free from the ultimate nail, but now it is obvious
This is not the time to delve deeper.
The long black hair on his body was surging and clanking. King Li Gui could only feel the water of the Underworld Dao Fruit flowing away, and was fixed by the black porcelain bowl with a missing corner. He was frightened and angry, and at the same time he wished he could give himself a slap. What on earth was he thinking just now?
Yes, what thought prompted him to take action?
The Li Ghost King did not walk very peacefully.
After enduring the pain that he should not have endured, until the last thought disappeared, he suddenly had a clear understanding of why even though he had reached the supreme realm and became the perfect king, the empress of the same origin could still not see
Fuck him...
Cough! Cough!
The old Dragon King was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He had just taken action and suffered a few injuries, but his eyes were so bright that he could bury a supreme ghost king, even if he was buried with him, especially after just half a cup of tea, he was really hurt
It was quite a shock. After He Laosan, a junior fellow student from the same sect, returned to his true form, he actually underwent such earth-shaking changes. His combat power increased by more than ten times. I am afraid that even the kings of various clans would not believe it in the vast starry sky.
But Su Qinian could vaguely see that the injuries of the Old Dragon King were somewhat unusual. With the power of the Supreme King's blood to regenerate, no matter how serious the injury was, it could be cured in a matter of seconds. But at the moment, the injury of the Old Dragon King was
The body has healed, but the complexion is still pale, not to mention the loss of life essence.
This is an injury!
A rare look of fear appeared in the eyes of the old Dragon King. He was hit by a punch and a sword. The punch was the Dark Divine Fist, and the sword was a sword of will. The punch cracked his Dao Fruit, and another sword hit him.
Luck was destroyed by nine points.
But after throwing a punch and a sword, that person left. The old Dragon King had no doubt that if that person was intentional, it might not take a moment and a half to completely wipe him out. That was a kind of thing that made him
Such a supreme king feels a bit desperate for the existence of the strongest.
"I'm waiting for you." The old Dragon King said solemnly.
These were the four words left by that person when he left, but he could be sure that they were not left to him. At this moment, with the arrival of Su Qinian, the old Dragon King suddenly understood something, but then he frowned and darkened
He is naturally opposed to light. As the peerless king of the dark world, there are so many powerful god-kings, why do they focus on this one?
The Dark King is destroyed by light!
Su Qinian raised his eyebrows. There was no doubt that this was a peerless enemy and an old enemy of his life-threatening lineage. He could see that the old Dragon King's luck was weak and he was clearly defeated by the soldiers of will.
, and then thinking about the miracle of tempering his immortal will with the fire of destiny and forging the sword of will, he guessed that this peerless king of the dark world probably also preserved his ancient memories. Which era did he return to, and what experiences he had.
What, but there is no doubt that this one is stronger.
The three of them continued to go deeper, approaching where Tianxin was.
Another cup of tea passed by, and Su Qinian's pupils shrank suddenly. The three of them saw a broken war spear. The breath of order in the Yin seemed to freeze the sea of heaven and dao, but at this moment, the spirituality collapsed and it was eternally silent.
The broken spear was submerged into the stone platform. The jade-like crystal clear stone platform was almost intact, and no traces of conquest could be seen. However, Su Qinian and others understood that this was being suppressed with overwhelming force, and there was no trace of it at all.
With the power of resistance, all traces were erased.
"I’m waiting for you!"
On the stone platform in front of the broken spear, these four ancient seal characters were left, as black as ink, as if they were going to bury all the light inside.
"The Dark King is destroyed by light!"
Su Qinian spoke word by word, with a cold murderous intention in his eyes. This was not a simple provocation, but more like a high-altitude god, observing the creatures in the lower world from a bird's eye view, fiddling with fate, and controlling life and death.
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"Ice pimples!"
The voice of the Old Dragon King of the West Sea was a little hoarse. He was the Sixth Dragon King of the North Sea. He was a middle-aged man who looked cold. But the Old Dragon King knew very well that this man looked cold, but he was as hot as fire. He couldn't stand all the filth and injustice.
Especially during these years of guarding the Dragon Gate of the Boundary Sea, when it comes to bloodshed, this one should be the most bloody. He kills to the point of madness, even making the kings of darkness extremely fearful. He can be called a war madman.
Because they leave no room at all, they will fight to the death and do not care about anything. They are an opponent that gives the kings of darkness a headache. Many times, the old dragon king and others are even a little helpless. They have fought so many times and almost exhausted their vitality. They can even be reborn with a drop of blood.
It dried up, and it took a lot of effort to save it. However, dozens or hundreds of years passed, and after the body recovered from the injury, it was the first to rush to the boundary gate.
But this time, they had no chance to take action.
"We have long expected that such a day would come."
In a hoarse voice, the old Dragon King told the story of the Sixth Dragon King of the North Sea. In order to prevent future generations from crying, he did not even leave any heirs, as he did not want to see the separation between life and death.
This is a descendant of human dragons who has been fighting in blood and fire all his life. Even that one could not have expected it, because he could not control the burning fighting spirit and the order of the Yin Dao Fruit.
No matter how cold it is, how hot is the battle blood all over the body? Even if we both die, we don't want to be slighted.
Su Qinian took a deep breath. He seemed to see the third era of ancient times. In the dark prison, the remains of the saints were set on fire just to open up a way for them to live. There was also the abyss of blood and soil, which was inseparable from all darkness.
The kings of Butian Palace who were fighting for their lives, the body of Emperor Wa who remained unmoved even if the six emperors came together, and the endless tombs one after another on the wild road that day...
Too few sages are remembered, and for many more, there is only a tomb with no remains left, and many others are buried in unknown corners, without even leaving their names.
But the human race will never forget that every drop of lost war blood will be reborn in the awakened blood of every human race with the unquenchable flames of war, and will last forever! (Please subscribe and vote monthly, thank you all for your subscription and rewards!