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Chapter 308: Ancient Nobles

The Purple Heavenly Dragon thundered and roared, sweeping across with a silent roar!

Momentum belongs to the level of consciousness, and formations can only block physical attacks and cannot do anything about momentum.

Puff puff, at least 99% of the people fell down from their seats and fell to the ground one by one. Even those at the spiritual sea level were filled with panic and full of awe.

Yang Zhan stopped suddenly. The big green snake behind his head was crushed to pieces. His face turned pale and his hands trembled slightly.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart. Since the momentum is at the level of consciousness, once it is damaged, it will also hurt the consciousness. His mind is now in chaos, as if being pricked by a needle, and it is extremely painful!

He wanted to reunite with the gods, but his consciousness was confused. The big snake collapsed just after it was half condensed. This happened several times in a row.

If the god cannot function normally, how can he gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to increase his attack?

What on earth is going on?

Yang Zhan looked at the angry purple fire dragon above Zhou Heng's head. As a quasi-formation state who was about to form a real god, he was sure that it was definitely not a god! But since it was not a god, why could he disperse his god?

Gods and gods are the condensation and sublimation of divine consciousness. How can they be defeated by the opponent's momentum?

Besides, it would be understandable if the ancestor in the womb realm dispersed the gods with a roar. After all, the strength of the gods on both sides was not on the same level, but this person was Zhou Heng... He couldn't do anything.

accept!

Teng!

In an inconspicuous corner around the ring, an old man suddenly stood up, staring at the purple dragon-shaped flame on Zhou Heng's head, and exclaimed: "Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon! This is the bloodline of Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon! No!

To think that there are descendants of the Zhou family!"

He is the ancestor of the Fetus Realm who came to sit here this time, named Yuan Shixiang. He is the direct disciple of Saint Yangtian, and he is more than two thousand years old. In his long life, he can be said to have experienced a lot.

But it still shocked him so much that his face moved, which showed how excited he was.

After a long time, he sat down again and thought: "Previously, a peerless figure who was suspected to be in the realm of gods appeared in the forest of death, and now the bloodline of the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon, which has been missing for tens of thousands of years, has reappeared. Is it really as predicted by ancient legends?

, a catastrophe that will sweep the entire world is about to happen?"

There was silence all around, and after several minutes, whispers gradually began to appear. Everyone looked at Zhou Heng with awe.

They didn't know what was going on, but looking at the people lying on the ground around them, a sense of awe naturally rose from the bottom of their hearts, making them just want to bow down at Zhou Heng's feet and offer their loyalty to the emperor.

Although Yang Zhan's aura is domineering, compared with Zhou Heng, he is just like a bandit, lacking that noble aura!

Zhou Heng strode towards Yang Zhan, raising his fists. Instantly, it turned into a golden color, and above his head was a purple dragon roaring furiously. He walked faster and faster, and phew, the Swift Cloud Light Step was activated. He increased his speed.

To the extreme!

Bang!

Like a stream of light, he cut in front of Yang Zhan and punched out.

"Hmph!" Yang Zhanqiang raised his fighting spirit. As soon as he thought, a spiritual barrier was formed in front of him. But just as it was formed, it shattered, and the golden fist hit unstoppably.

He was shocked. He quickly put up another layer of spiritual barrier, Qiang, but this still couldn't completely block the bombardment of the golden fist.

Clang, clang, clang, Yang Zhan raised seven layers of spiritual barriers and finally stopped the golden fist. But at this moment, Zhou Heng raised his other fist and struck him again.

It is quite difficult for Yang Zhan to build up seven layers of spiritual power barrier. Even if the spiritual sea of ​​a strong man in the spiritual sea realm is surging and his spiritual power is endless, he cannot withstand such a violent consumption.

Feeling of exhaustion!

But Zhou Heng's fist had already struck!

He groaned, stepped forward, and retreated quickly.

But compared with Zhou Heng, who had the Swift Cloud Light Step, he was simply deceiving himself. As soon as he moved, he was caught up by Zhou Heng, and the golden fist hit him squarely in the face.

Bang!

He immediately flew up out of thin air, drew an arc, and then fell heavily. Half of his cheeks immediately became swollen.

——Zhou Heng’s fists are forged from the physique of the Gold Devouring Clan, and the power of his close attacks is far greater than that of long-range attacks.

Yang Zhan stood up immediately, and his swollen cheek quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The redness and swelling also disappeared, returning to a white jade color, as if he had never received the punch at all.

But in front of everyone, with so many pairs of eyes seeing it, how can we really pretend that nothing happened?

It's not that the Raptors can't pass the river. Zhou Heng is arrogant, but he does have the ability to be arrogant!

There were constant gasps, and everyone looked at Zhou Heng with more and more awe, while the eyes of Ying Mengfan and the girls became blurred, and they wished they could immediately throw themselves into Zhou Heng's arms.

Yang Zhan looked at Zhou Heng coldly. He stretched out his hands again, and a layer of gray appeared. His whole aura also changed drastically in an instant, from the original domineering and lonely to gloomy and terrifying, as if from the grave.

The corpse crawling out of it is decayed, decayed, and evil!

His skin quickly dried up, his hair fell out one after another, and his eyes actually lost their eyeballs and turned completely white.

Although Yang Zhan's figure cannot be said to be burly, his muscles are bulging, which has absolutely nothing to do with being thin, but now his flesh and blood seems to have evaporated, and his skin is tightly attached to his bones, as if he is wearing human skin.

The skeleton makes people shudder just by looking at it!

Extremely evil!

"What secret technique is this?"

"I've never seen Yang Zhan use it before!"

"Hiss, it's so evil. Even if there are formations blocking us and we are so far apart, I still feel chills all over my body!"

"Yang Zhan is the most outstanding member of the Yang family among the thirteen major powers of the Tianlong Emperor Dynasty. How could he not have some secrets in his body!"

"This is the foundation of a super wealthy family!"

Discussions resounded all around again, and everyone could not hide the shock in their hearts.

"Zhou Heng, you will suffer the consequences!" Yang Zhan said coldly, raising his right hand, and wow, a black shadow flashed beside Zhou Heng, forming a black ghost in a flash.

Zhou Heng frowned. This ghostly figure exuded a strong evil aura, which made him instinctively feel endless disgust. There was also a cold aura that caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply, and even the blood flow seemed to freeze.

live!

"Shadow of the Corpse!" Yuan Shixiang frowned in the distance, with a strong look of disgust on his face, "I had long heard that the Yang family might have inherited the ancient Ghost Corpse Sect, and I always thought it was just a rumor. Now it seems,

Sure enough, there is no smoke without fire, it’s true!”

"Back then, the Ghost Corpse Sect was rampant across the world, almost invincible. Unfortunately... they encountered a top-notch figure who only appeared in a million years, and were almost wiped out by the Eternal Emperor! Hehe, now the successor of the Ghost Corpse Sect has met again.

It’s God’s will to kill Ziyan Tianlong!”

"The corpse shadow ignores all defenses, hurts people's consciousness, and is extremely vicious!"

"But Ziyan Tianlong is the righteous fire of heaven and earth, specializing in defeating all evils. Yang Zhan is really unlucky. If he changes to another opponent, even if he is stronger than him, he may capsize in the gutter, but against Ziyan Tianlong, he is really unlucky.

It happened to be restrained!"

"Yang Zhan is definitely defeated in this battle!"

Yuan Shixiang sighed quietly, feeling a little dejected. After all, Yang Zhan was the key subject carefully trained by the martial arts pavilion, but he was defeated by a disciple who had just come in. This made him, the teacher, lose his face.

The ghost image stared at Zhou Heng and spun around, then suddenly opened its mouth and screamed at him. The mouth opened wider than a human head and was as dark as a bottomless pit.

"Get lost!" Zhou Heng raised his thick eyebrows and shouted loudly. The purple fire dragon above his head roared at the same time. Boom, the domineering energy rolled around, and the ghost shadow immediately turned into countless broken shadows without even a trace of resistance.

, dispersed one after another.

Yang Zhan was dumbfounded and looked at Zhou Heng in disbelief. He even pointed a finger at Zhou Heng and said in a trembling voice: "You, you, you..." He suddenly flashed his eyes and exclaimed, "Ziyan

Tianlong!"

This was the second time Zhou Heng heard about the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon. Mao Yuheng had also exclaimed like this before, but Zhou Heng didn't take it to heart at that time. Now that he heard Yang Zhan exclaim like this, he finally took it to heart.

"Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon?"

"What is that?"

"It seems very powerful!"

"It's really powerful, it instantly dispersed the ghost! Don't you know that it is said that the Yang family has inherited the ancient Ghost Corpse Sect!"

"What is the Ghost Corpse Sect? The name makes people's skin crawl."

The discussion below came one after another, like ocean waves.

On the contrary, Yang Zhan calmed down. After all, he was a genius who had stepped into the realm of pregnancy. If he didn't even have this bit of city government, he wouldn't be able to reach this step. He looked at Zhou Heng, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said:

"It turns out that she is a queen from ancient times, but she is disrespectful!"

He jumped lightly and left the ring without looking back, saying: "I surrender in this battle!"

Give in!

Tianhe King Yang Zhan actually gave up. It’s incredible. Even when facing Ice Phoenix Girl and Giant Python King, Yang Zhan would not give up!

Also, after the ancient nobles, what does this mean?

Yang Zhan had a very powerful force in the martial arts pavilion. When he left, more than a hundred people immediately followed him. Many of them glared at Zhou Heng, obviously blaming him for causing their war-god-like master to appear in public.

It's a loss of face to admit defeat.

"Congratulations, Brother Zhou!" Sang Qingshan strode towards him. Naturally, there were many followers around him. The number was no less than a hundred, but each of them kept a distance of more than three feet from him. It seemed that getting closer would be the right thing to do.

He is disrespectful.

Zhou Heng smiled, cupped his hands as a courtesy, and said, "It's not worth mentioning!"

"Haha, Brother Zhou is definitely the first to make Tianhe King Yang Zhan admit defeat. Isn't this worthy of congratulations?" Sang Qingshan laughed and changed the subject, "But I really didn't expect that Brother Zhou actually possesses the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon.

Bloodline!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!


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