Chapter Thirty-One: The Spirit of the Dragon Realm
The sky shattered, infinite dragon energy gushes out from the vast chaos, and the dragon roars of the Eight Wastelands [***] shook the sky, as if echoing the call of Fang Wei, the son of God...
Endless dragon symbols shine in the void, imprinted on every place, as if they have turned into a decree. The ancient heavenly dragon appears and is channeled out. It whines, weeps, complains, resents and admires, as if it is resonating with the heaven and earth.
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"Om!"
An inexplicable murderous aura spreads, and in the chaos, it seems that there is a powerful existence awakening, that is the master of the dragon world!
This kind of aura was so terrifying that the heroes were throbbing. They all felt like water drops in the sea. Facing the vast waves, they were unable to resist and had no choice but to surrender.
In the chaos, countless golden pillars were shot out, and the powerful spiritual thoughts revived and roared. That kind of thoughts overwhelmed the world and swept everything.
Above the sky, Fang Wei is covered in golden light. He has a slender body, with blond hair hanging loose and dancing in the wind. His eyes are full of light, and he has a peerless figure. The blood-colored dragon pattern on his forehead makes him even more enchanting.
different.
The creatures in the ten directions are moving violently, and they can't help but kneel down, intimidating the world! The spirit of the divine body is so unparalleled that people's souls are horrified, and they dare not look directly.
"Death!"
Fang Wei shouted, and took one step. With this step, he was a thousand meters away. The runes flashed under his feet, and cracks in the space appeared. Chaos of the Dragon Realm surged out from it. There was a sound like a landslide and tsunami between his steps.
, the power is unparalleled.
After taking this step, Fang Wei looked around. This look was extremely dull, but it made countless people in the venue tremble. Their bodies tensed up, not daring to show any disobedience.
Everyone knows that the divine will of the Dragon Realm has helped Fang Wei open the taboo and completely stimulated the power of the divine body.
"Boom!"
Under Fang Wei's move, the sky collapsed, and cracks appeared as thin as a spider's.
Zhuo Yifan didn't say anything. The next time they met, his figure flashed. Suddenly, the shadow of his fist shook the sky, and he shot forty-nine divine fists of judgment in a row! The fists covered all the vital parts of Fang Wei's body, as if a divine evil had come to the world.
, countless fist shadows turned into meteors and smashed down, bringing intense chilling, destruction, death, hell...
The forty-nine punches, although they are all divine fists of judgment, have a completely different artistic conception. The shadow of the fist falls, like thousands of fireballs shooting out in unison, colliding with the taboo power of the person with a divine body under the blessing of divine will. In this
A moment forms an eternal picture.
The two fists and palms exchanged, and each punch and each palm restrained each other. This is a kind of understanding of cultivation, in a kind of balance, no one can do anything to the other.
"The fists are exquisite and the artistic conception is profound! This set of boxing techniques is unparalleled!" Everyone was shaken by the punching intention of the Judgment God Fist. This boxing technique is simple, it can even be said to be a routine. There are only four moves, but the artistic conception of each move is unique.
It is thought-provoking, from shallow to deep, simple yet profound.
"As soon as this punch comes out, there is no punch in the world! In terms of fist intention, the evil will win! But unfortunately... facing the will of God, it is still not enough." There are many strong people here, and soon someone saw the true nature, all of them are this one
The genius felt sorry for him.
This Divine Fist of Judgment, which combines the Five Elements of Heaven, the Five Emperors and Demon Emperors, and even the Six Paths of Soul Technique, is certainly amazing and brilliant, but trying to fight against the will of God is like trying to use a mantis as a chariot.
"boom!"
A golden bolt penetrated the sky and the earth, impeccable, and penetrated the five portals on the spot. Countless fine cracks suddenly appeared in the jade-like and flawless portals, and the body suddenly exploded to pieces.
Zhuo Yifan's body shook and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. These five portals were equivalent to his spiritual origin. Now that they were destroyed, his soul and body were severely damaged.
"It's not good!" Everyone in the scene knew that the situation was quite unfavorable to the murderer. With these five strange portals destroyed, he lost the power to resist the source of divine will, and his spiritual power was obviously insufficient.
state will disappear soon.
Without the blessing of these powers, Zhuo Yifan was still suffering from injuries. No matter how defiant he was, he could only compete with human beings, let alone fight against this vast divine will.
Two of the strongest young men in the world collided. The world was vast and the voice was endless. The Son of God gained the upper hand and knocked Zhuo Yifan away with overwhelming power.
At this moment, Zhuo Yifan received a slap on the chest from Fang Wei. His body couldn't help shaking and he vomited blood. He felt that his soul was almost shattered.
"die!"
Fang Wei shouted loudly, his eyes condensed, and the golden dragon energy turned into a divine blade.
Needless to say, Fang Wei had already launched his strongest offensive at this time, without reservation, in front of everyone in the world, breaking the taboo of the divine body, and killing this young man who had long existed in name only in his eyes.
He was still ruthless in his attacks, and the divine dragon blades appeared in pieces, extremely gorgeous. If a big river surged in, it would have the power to split the nine heavens and kill the heaven and the earth!
Everyone only felt that the air around them was colder by more than ten degrees, and the two forces were fighting. This force was so ridiculously strong that it made people hair-raising.
"Okay! A fierce talent in the human realm, a son of God, he really lives up to his name!" A mysterious figure among the crowd in the ancient city exclaimed. Under the black robe, the ancient skin was engraved with countless strange runes, and at this moment,
It resonated and made his heart surge.
Behind him, several human-level experts were astonished. They knew that their young master would rarely comment on a person, especially the human race.
Because a hundred years ago, he had a battle and was tied with a strong human race. Being proud and arrogant, he always remembered the result of this battle and always wanted to fight that strong human race again.
But for hundreds of years, he has been searching hard to no avail. He misses that battle more and more, and has no interest in the other strong human beings at all. This time, he actually praised two human beings at once, which made several senior followers behind him
Very surprised.
"Hahaha! The Holy Son has definitely won!" The venerables of the temple rejoiced and announced the outcome in advance, which made the Shuangzong and many strong men who had taken refuge on this side breathe a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the golden light was even stronger, shaking the heaven and earth, completely overturning Zhuo Yifan with an overwhelming force. The golden light rolled there, and the divine blade cut everything apart, shocking the world.
"God wants you to die! You have to die! It turns out this is such divine power!" A strong man was surprised and couldn't help but exclaim.
After the baptism of destruction, the venerables from various forces also rose into the air, with some joy and some solemnity, staring closely at the smoke-filled ruins in the field, looking for the breath of fierce talent.
"Po Ying, has he really... been destroyed?" A middle-aged man stared blankly at the cloud of smoke and sand.
The old woman nodded: "He is indeed dead, even his soul was annihilated in the sea of knives."
"He's dead! Really dead! He has no breath at all."
This was the voice of everyone after careful consideration. They did not think that in the situation just now, the fierce talent could still use the divine fire clone.
Fang was majestic and solemn, as if a god descended from heaven, striding forward. He did not take away his divine intention, but looked at the cloud of smoke and sand indifferently.
After killing this old enemy, he was a little silent, a little lost, and had complicated emotions. He was the son of God, the most amazing divine body in the world, but he was forced to do this by an ordinary human boy.
The human race, the strong are the strongest and the weak are the weak, they are truly a strange race. After this battle, can we still encounter such a strong opponent among the human race?
The 800-mile ancient city seemed to have fallen into silence at this moment, and many people were silent.
The fierce talent in the human realm is indeed an amazing figure. Among the human race, he is undoubtedly unparalleled! But no matter how strong he is, how can he be stronger than the obsession of the gods?
In the end, it turned into ashes... (To be continued.)