The pile of rubble and boulders rolled, and smoke and dust were everywhere. Wang Chong used all his strength to smash the pile of rocks into pieces.
At this time, his clothes were torn, his hair was disheveled, blood was vomiting from his mouth, and his eyes were spitting fire.
He was successful at a young age and had the respect of his brother Wang Teng. When had he ever suffered such a big loss?
Wang Chong opened his mouth and spit out a chariot. It was only an inch long, but it made a deafening roar. In an instant, it became extremely huge and rolled towards Zhang Wenchang.
Zhang Wenchang frowned, this is a king's magic weapon.
The ancient chariot quickly grew in size, reaching a length of three feet. It was as black as ink, engraved with real dragons, and exuded a terrifying aura.
This is a king's divine weapon, like an ancient ferocious beast, emitting a terrifying black light.
Like a ghost, he locked onto Zhang Wenchang, and the black light was overwhelming and surging.
Zhang Wenchang's body is strong, but he also knows that this king's magic weapon cannot be resisted by his body.
Zhang Wenchang waved his hands and shot out a colorful divine light. This was the divine light of the Chaos Stone.
The seven-colored divine light rushed outward like water, turning the sky into seven colors. It fell on the ancient chariot and made a loud noise.
Rumble.
This seemingly powerful black chariot was smashed to pieces in the colorful divine light, and endless dust and smoke filled the sky.
This king's divine weapon is really nothing in front of the holy weapon.
Zhang Wenchang waved his hand, grabbed Wang Chong's neck, and grabbed him over.
There is also a small jade bottle in his hand, the stopper has been pulled out, and the fragrance is flowing inside.
Zhang Wenchang took it over, and there were more than a dozen drops of dragon marrow inside. Each drop was as big as a grape and incompatible with each other, just like golden agates, with an intoxicating fragrance.
This is one of the top dragon marrows. This boy has so many opportunities that he actually uses dragon marrow to heal his injuries and replenish his consumed divine power. Zhang Wenchang looked at his extravagant appearance and felt a little envious and jealous.
He put the dragon marrow away casually.
Zhang Wenchang threw Wang Chong out casually and threw him to the ground, causing a cloud of dust to fly up.
"If you dare to attack me, my brother will definitely make you die in an ugly way!" Arrogant shouts came from the dust.
"Your brother is your brother, you are you, but you are not your brother yet!" Zhang Wenchang sneered.
Then he stepped there with his big feet.
I saw a huge earthquake in the void, and a big foot, which was about ten feet long, poked out from the void with flashes of purple lightning.
With a bang, smoke and dust rose into the sky. Wang Chong screamed and was stepped on the ground by this big purple foot.
Zhang Wenchang used a magic power, like a purple god of war with flashing thunder, standing tall and majestic.
The onlookers were all shocked that someone was so disrespectful to Wang Teng and humiliated his younger brother.
"Zhang Wenchang..." Wang Chong's voice came from underground. He couldn't believe it. Someone dared to take action against him in this Qishi Mansion. His eldest brother was still practicing in seclusion. He couldn't be spared if he came out.
Wang Chong was arrogant and wantonly insulted the descendants of the Thirteenth Queen of the Northern Region, the bandits, Li Heishui, Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian and others who had been humiliated more than once.
A little devil who is only nine years old is so arrogant and domineering. He humiliates the younger generation of masters, speaks arrogantly, and is often beaten to death.
At this time, Zhang Wenchang's big foot fell from the sky and stepped on him hard into the mud, making him feel the taste of being humiliated.
As Wang Chong screamed, all the bones in his body were broken, and his whole body was a little distorted.
Zhang Wenchang stamped his foot again, crushing the sole of his foot like a bug. All the bones in Wang Chong's body crackled and were smashed to pieces.
At this time, he was like a porcelain doll, very fragile and unable to withstand the huge pressure. He vomited blood and his eyes were filled with resentment.
Zhang Wenchang remembered that he had the Chaos Ancient Emperor Talisman on his body, so he couldn't die at all.
Such rough treatment is just to make him suffer.
Boom boom boom!
Suddenly a powerful aura rushed out, and Wang Chong's eyebrows emitted thousands of divine lights, as if a door to the world had opened.
Zheng Wenchang retreated quickly, and he felt a dangerous aura.
Between Zhang Wenchang's eyebrows, a golden ancient chariot rushed out, with a tall figure standing on it, like a god and demon.
"It's Wang Teng, the Northern Emperor!"
"Zhang Wenchang is in trouble!"
"Why is Wang Teng hiding in Wang Chong's eyebrows?"
The surrounding crowd exclaimed and watched from a distance.
On the golden ancient chariot, the man's black hair was messy, his face was like a knife, his skin was bronze, his figure was strong, and his whole body was shrouded in golden light, as if the emperor had descended.
There are nine real dragons, nine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine basalts around his body, and the flashing divine light turns into four images.
Zhang Wenchang was amazed when he saw it. This is the legendary picture of the arrival of the Emperor of Heaven, guarded by the four stars in the sky, patrolling the world with great splendor.
His aura is really powerful, and his potential is even much stronger than the average supreme power.
This is the first time Zhang Wenchang saw Wang Teng, although it was not his true form.
Wang Teng is known as the reincarnation of the ancient emperor. At the age of fifteen, he was invincible to the younger generation in Beiyuan. Just now Zhang Wenchang lamented that his younger brother was stronger than Wang Teng when he was a child. Now when he meets Wang Teng, he realizes that Wang Teng is much stronger than his younger brother. p>
Zhang Wenchang knows that Wang Teng has been inherited by Emperor Luan Gu, has the former secret, and behind him is an old Xianhe of the Saint King or Great Sage level. He is the successor personally selected by the old Xianhe for Emperor Luan Gu.
It is a pity that this young master who entered the first secret realm of Sendai at the age of fifteen will die in the hands of Ye Fan in the near future.
This is not Wang Teng’s true body, but a wisp of Wang Teng’s spiritual thoughts.
"Brother, help me kill him quickly!" Wang Chong shouted in surprise. Apparently he didn't know that eldest brother had left a back-up in his spiritual mind.
The energy and blood in Zhang Wenchang's body suddenly boiled, cutting off all the breath from the outside world, because he sensed an inexplicable energy, which was the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye.
His eyes were profound, and countless stars were disillusioned in his eyes. His mind was pure and indifferent, and he seemed to be indifferent to everything.
At this time, he looked into Zhang Wenchang's eyes, and the speed of disillusionment in his eyes suddenly accelerated. It was obvious that he was observing the secret of Zhang Wenchang's body.
Zhang Wenchang directly activated the power of the Chaos Stone, waving his hand and shooting out a colorful divine light.
A golden holy sword suddenly flew out from Wang Teng's back, spreading out thousands of rays of divine light.
The vast power rushes in all directions, and there is a will to dominate others.
Rumble.
When the seven-colored divine light met the golden holy sword, the light flickered, the earth cracked, and the mountain peaks shattered.
It became a place of destruction, nothing could be seen, only a dull dust.
When everything disappeared, Wang Teng had been beaten to pieces, and the golden ancient chariot had been beaten into ashes.
