Chapter 209: Quasi Wang Shang, dare to do things in the world!
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All directions are silent.
At this moment, even many Saint Realm experts felt chills running down their spines. This tense atmosphere made them feel very uncomfortable. At the same time, they once again had some deep impressions of the tyranny of the Dragon Buried Valley lineage.
, it will be settled after a hundred years. It is expected that one of the ancestors of the Suotian lineage has no long life, his energy and blood are exhausted, and he will die. This undisguised threat can be known, and I am afraid that many innocent people will die.
The patience inherited from above has been worn away very quickly at the moment.
"It's a pity that you won't be able to see that day."
The middle-aged man sneered, and then his eyes turned cold. In an instant, the soul of the would-be king of the Dragon Burial Valley was gone, and his mind was trembling. In the dark, he looked inside his body, and his life star was shaking, and then he realized that the dragon-blooded man was on the verge of falling.
The quasi-king of the family was truly destroyed physically and mentally, even his life star was shattered, and he lost the chance of reincarnation.
If there really is reincarnation in this world...
hold head high!
Almost in an instant, the quasi-king of Dragon Burial Valley took action. He understood better than anyone else that under the taboo of sealing the town, it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed. This taboo law has no effect on the power of the seal of the various Taoism.
In the records of Dragon Burial Valley, three pieces of Beast King Armor were engraved.
The black mist of death is rolling, and one dead star after another appears in front of the Tomb of the Era. Above the nearly real dead star, there are dragon beasts one after another, some are shaped like real dragons, and some are shaped like wild dragons.
There are even more than one real dragon among them, entangled by invisible black chains. The fire of death is blazing, burning day and night, wailing on the dead stars one after another...
Bury the dragon body!
Ao Huang and other members of the Renlong family were red-eyed. Among them were members of the Shengjing clan of their Renlong family. In this kind of life-and-death duel, the would-be king of the Dragon Burial Valley had no choice but to hide something.
It was the moaning of the imprisoned dragon soul, which endured the burning of the fire of death day and night and turned into the most fundamental power of the buried dragon body.
With five fingers like a heavenly sword, the quasi-king of the Dragon Burial Valley showed the majesty of almost chasing the supreme king. His whole body rose from the ground like a divine mountain, turned into a height of 109 feet, and moved towards the center who attacked almost at the same time.
The young man walked through the hole.
Bury the Dragon Claw!
As the Wushenlu of the Dragon Burial Valley, what the quasi-king of the Dragon Burial Valley is currently displaying is obviously part of the essence of the Supreme King Realm, far exceeding the original demeanor of the Emperor's Son.
The middle-aged man disappeared from the same spot again, and before the Dragon Burial Claw had reached a few feet away, he appeared on top of the huge battle body of the Quasi-King of the Burial Dragon Valley.
Compared with the huge battle body of the Quasi-King of the Dragon Burial Valley, which is more than a hundred feet long, the Quasi-King's Qi moves the stars, and he is as majestic as a prison. The middle-aged man's body, which is only a few feet tall, looks so small, but it is such a seemingly small body.
At this moment, in the eyes of the quasi-king of Dragon Burial Valley, the figure was more terrifying than the devil. He saw the middle-aged man put his hands behind his back, and stepped down with one foot without any fancy.
Click!
The first thing to break was one of his palms. The fingers, which were as rootless as a heavenly sword, were shattered. The war bones, which were stronger than divine gold, were like fragile porcelain under such a huge and incomparably small foot.
Broken to pieces.
After that, it was his head. As a quasi-king, a foot fell on his skull. This was simply a humiliation and the biggest shame on the path of spiritual practice.
But what was helpless and frightening was that he could not muster the slightest resistance.
Yes, he was frightened. As a being who had half-stepped into the supreme realm, he vaguely remembered that more than a thousand years ago, when he was just eight years old, he was driven into the wild old forest and was killed by a
The ferocious wild wolf chased him all night long, and the fear was surprisingly similar to that at this time. He also had no power to fight back, and death was approaching step by step. However, he was protected by the masters in the valley, and now he has become the quasi-king.
Who is qualified enough to protect his safety?
It turns out that after more than a thousand years, some things have changed with each passing day, while some things have become the most untouchable mark deep in the soul and remain the same forever.
Boom!
The wild land is cracked, grass clippings are all over the sky, and large cracks are like the mouths of ferocious beasts, extending for tens or hundreds of miles. Ancient rivers have collapsed, and mountains have collapsed. They have all been swallowed up by these ditches and become bones in the earth.
and blood.
Under the horrified gazes of many powerful people from the Five Desolations in the distance, the quasi-king of Dragon Burial Valley manifested a huge battle body. His legs were bent like pillars of heaven, and thunderous sounds could be heard.
The muscles and bones crackled, and the body that was more than a hundred meters in size was shrinking at a rapid speed. However, after a few breaths, it was knocked back to its original shape. The soles of the feet that landed on the top of the head were naturally enlarged countless times, covering the entire skull.
Click!
Like the first quasi-king of the Huang family, this quasi-king of the Dragon Burial Valley had his knees broken and fell to his knees under the foot.
Time seemed to have stagnated at this moment. For a long time after that, many powerful people from the Five Desolations who came to the tomb of the era today had this scene deeply imprinted in their minds. A quasi-king was trampled on by someone.
He held his head, broke his knees, and fell to his knees under the pressure.
This almost unreal picture is simpler than any dream. There is no complicated process, only a gap that is so big that I don’t know the depth.
"No!"
Compared with the middle-aged man, the quasi-king of the Buried Dragon Valley is more majestic, but as strong as the buried dragon's body, it is also disintegrating. One dragon soul after another struggles out and dissipates into a rain of light. This deprivation of power is very important to him.
For a quasi-king, the next best thing is to deprive him of his life.
At this moment, the middle-aged man showed his iron-blooded coldness to the world.
puff!
When the last dragon soul broke free and dissipated from the world, under its feet, the head of the quasi-king of the Dragon Burial Valley also fell apart like broken dead stone. Together with its body, it was covered with cracks and then exploded with a bang.
The flying blood and bones, belonging to the majestic energy of the quasi-king, were dissolved and dissipated before they penetrated the nine heavens and shattered the void.
Woo!
When the wails of all realms sounded again, many people barely came back to their senses.
Another quasi-king has fallen.
Blood rain fell from the sky, watering the land that had just been dyed red again.
At the same time, phantoms of stars appeared. On the big dead stars one after another, a figure was performing martial arts, fighting, walking in the starry sky, walking through the cave world, or... slaying a dragon!
"You! How dare you!"
The quasi-king who came from the ancestral land of the Zhanhuang Palace coughed up blood and stared at the middle-aged man. This man was simply unscrupulous to the extreme. The Dragon Blood Barren Family and Dragon Burial Valley were not ordinary supreme inheritances. They were both supreme.
A powerful imperial clan, with the current emperor sitting in charge, killing two quasi-kings in succession, two powerful men who are almost destined to set foot in the supreme realm in the future, aren't they afraid of the liquidation of the two imperial clans?
It was quiet in all directions, and many people had forgotten to breathe. Some of the Five Desolate Powerhouses already regretted coming today. Even the King Quasi had fallen. The Suotian lineage, which had not been born for a long time, was even worse than what was recorded in the ancient history books of the clan.
Outrageous, is this without any scruples at all? It’s not like the arrogance and domineeringness that a heritage that is about to decline should have.
"If you have a clear heart, you will naturally be fearless and dare to do good things in the world."
The middle-aged man lowered his gaze. The middle-aged quasi-king who came from the ancestral land of Zhanhuang Palace felt like his soul was dying. With the three quasi-kings here, he was the only one left.
"What a pity." The middle-aged man shook his head again and said regretfully, "This place shouldn't belong to you. The invincible general who once guarded Tianguan has now become an eagle dog driven by several rotten kings. It's really sad."
"you!"
The middle-aged quasi-king wanted to say something, but found that nothing could be said. It was only then that he discovered that the iron-blooded aura on his body in the past was already so thin that it was hard to see it. The only trace left was already there.
none.
Suddenly his whole body was shaken, and the middle-aged king-to-be saw that the middle-aged man had already stood three feet in front of him without knowing it.
A palm enlarged in front of his eyes, replacing the entire sky he could see.
Woo!
Many people wailed, wept and complained. This was already the third time that people cried in this stick of incense, and the rain of blood descended on the earth again, dyeing the bright red that had not yet dried up into blood red again.
"The three quasi-kings are all..."
Some people's voices are dry and they don't know what to say. They just feel that after today, the entire Five Wastelands will be shaken by a major earthquake that will shake the supreme inheritance. (Please give me a monthly recommendation vote. Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu.