"Ah..." Dragon Head Ancient King roared. As the ancestor of a clan, he had few rivals in the world during the ancient times, but he was knocked down by a turtle with a slap. He almost went crazy.
Hei Wu lay on the Barbarian King's head, quite calmly, tilted his neck, and spoke slowly: "It's useless even if you scream."
The Dragon Head Ancestor King was trembling with anger, his eyes were as cold as two sharp knives, cold and cold, Han Shuoshuo, he stood up and moved forward step by step, the gods were like the sea, and the horses were like rainbows, intertwining into the trajectory of the Tao.
All the light hit the turtle shell, and various gods struck the black armor with intertwined patterns, all of which were annihilated silently.
"Pa"
Moreover, at this moment, the black turtle stretched out a big paw, which was as big as a dustpan, and slapped the ancient dragon-headed king over, knocking him to the ground again.
"Crackling"
The bones in this ancestor king's body exploded, and he split into countless pieces. His whole body was covered in blood, and he almost disintegrated. He turned into a blazing light and escaped, standing hundreds of feet away.
The Dragon Head Ancestor King's face was ashen, as ugly as he could be. He was looking down at everyone just now, but now he was almost beaten to death by a turtle, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.
"Remember who I am?" The black turtle slowly landed on the Barbarian King's head and shook a small paw, saying: "Xuanwu, I am the great Xuanwu."
"Ah..." The Dragon Head Ancestor King was almost crazy. He thought this was a humiliation. The two dragon horns on his head shone brightly, emitting thousands of rays of light, trying to cut through the sky, accompanied by the roar of the avenue.
"boom"
Suddenly, the aura of the ancient emperor filled the air, and the sound waves of the avenue were deafening and enlightening!
One after another, green air currents fell from the vast sky. Each one was as thick as a mountain, huge and heavy, like one after another falling from the Milky Way.
In the endless and distant sky, there is a small independent world in a trance, with chaotic energy surging, earth, fire, wind and water rotating, and green towers looming in the middle.
This is an overwhelming atmosphere, righteous, peaceful and vast, without any overbearing power, but with a kind of sanctity and solemnity that cannot be violated.
Not to mention ordinary monks, even the Dragon-headed Ancient King and Black Turtle froze and did not dare to move rashly. Even they felt that they would be destroyed if they acted recklessly.
Western Emperor Tower!
That is, the Green Golden Pagoda of Immortal Tears was built by the Queen Mother of the West. It has endured countless generations and has been passed down to this day. It can suppress everything in the world.
"The Yaochi Conference has rules. No one is allowed to provoke a fight here. I hope the ancestor king of Yinlongchuan will abide by it." The voice of the Queen Mother of Yaochi came from the sky.
The Jidao Imperial Armament itself is an invincible existence. It is an alternative continuation of the life of the ancient emperor. Who in the world dares to try his own methods to resist? Once the Imperial Armament revives, even if the ancestor king rushes forward, he will be hated!
However, the process of recovery is a bit slow, and it is difficult for the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers to control it. It also takes a long time to use the full strength of many great powers, and the essence will be sucked out at every turn.
Otherwise, if I have an imperial weapon in my hand, it can be said that I have it all in the world. Who can match it?
Except for the ancient emperor himself, no one can truly and completely activate the imperial soldiers, not even the saints. Even if they can operate, it will be quite difficult.
Of course, within their respective mountain gates, there must be formations laid out by the ancient emperor himself, which can speed up the recovery of the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers without consuming too much energy, so the Green Golden Pagoda of Immortal Tears manifested at this time.
The Queen Mother of the West spoke only to the Dragon-headed Ancient King, and even the green pillar of air only hung above his head, making him feel great pressure and even a little fear.
In this pure land of Yaochi, the Xihuang Pagoda is better than anything in the world. As long as a saint enters this place, he will not be free.
Seeing that there was no air column hanging above its head, the black turtle was quite satisfied. Then he stretched out a small claw and hooked the ancient dragon-headed king, saying: "If you are not convinced, come here and carve the word Xuanwu on your face."
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The ancient dragon-headed king puffed out white smoke from his nostrils. Not long ago, he was so high-spirited, giving guidance to the world, and looking down at all living beings. All that aloof attitude was gone.
"Go out and fight with me if you dare!"
"I'm just waiting for your words. Let's go. The great Xuanwu will engrave a piece of history and write a grand epic on your face!" Black Turtle said.
"good!"
Duan De, Li Tian, and Li Heishui secretly applauded, fearing that there would be no chaos.
Many human monks also smiled, feeling that this turtle was too good-tempered. Such a move was really like stomping this arrogant ancestor king from the sky to the ground.
No one stopped him. In fact, no one could stop him. The Ancient King Longshou didn't want to stop for a moment and rushed out first.
The black turtle landed on the ground and became as tall as a person. He stood upright, like a weirdo carrying a black pot on his back, with his hind legs on the ground and his two front paws carrying care, and walked out, slowly, not much stronger than a snail.
The ancient king who stood outside Yaochi waited for a full quarter of an hour. His eyes were filled with excitement and his head almost turned white before he saw that turtle bastard slowly walking towards him.
Without any unnecessary words, the Dragon-headed Ancient King directly displayed his most powerful magic. The ring behind his head was so dazzling that it surpassed the sun in the sky.
The halo enlarges and turns into a disc, which is dazzling and dazzling. It swallows the essence and spirit of all living beings, plunders the vitality of heaven and earth, and casts it into an immortal treasure wheel.
"when……"
The clear sound resounded throughout the world, and the divine chakra behind his head became more and more dazzling, making him look like a god, his whole body crystal clear.
"boom"
Finally, the treasure wheel glowed and roared, like a disk of reincarnation, shining towards the black turtle, and the power of reincarnation was unleashed.
"The reincarnation of heaven!"
The Dragon Head Ancestor King shouted, quite domineering, and took a step forward, making the sky in all directions tremble. The treasure wheel pressed down, and the sky outside Yaochi almost returned to chaos.
"You dare to compete with the great Xuanwu in domination, let's see if I defeat you!" The black turtle retracted its whole body into the turtle shell, and all your magical rules and spells were useless.
Various laws turned into blazing light, all falling on the black tortoise shell, with mysterious and ancient veins flashing on it, dissolving the endless divine light and making it difficult to break through.
In the distance, people were surprised. I am afraid that there are few people in the world who have more perverted defense than him. He can take on the strongest protoss of the ancestor king without losing any damage.
"What is the origin of this Xuanwu?" Ye Fan approached the Barbarian King and asked in a low voice. He only knew that it was the patron saint of the Barbarians, but he did not expect it to be so powerful.
"Who raised it? When I think about it, it should be my grandfather's grandfather..." The Barbarian King went on to say a long list of grandfather's grandfathers. Even he couldn't tell clearly how many thousands of years this turtle has lived. It is a conservative estimate.
Also over 6,000 years old.
On weekdays, this turtle didn't pay much attention to anyone, and only occasionally said a few words to the Barbarian King. He didn't expect to see an Ancestor King talk so much today.
"You die!" the ancient dragon-headed king shouted, and the disc behind his head became even more dazzling. It was as blazing as the sun and sank down, suppressing Xuanwu. When he roared, the mountains collapsed and stretched for hundreds of miles.
The clouds outside were shaken away, swallowing up the mountains and rivers.
"You can't compete with me in domineering, then let's see who is better!" Black Turtle was not afraid and shouted the same.
It poked its head out of the turtle shell, moved a pair of old black fists, and directly destroyed the world, shouting: "The Overlord Fist!"
It can be said that its movements are very funny, and its name is not very good. No matter how it sounds, it sounds like Wang Ba Shen Fist, but it is really powerful and powerful.
The first punch of the black fist directly blasted away the disc and broke it. The second punch directly broke the two arms of the Dragon Head Ancient King. The third punch smashed through his chest.
The ancient dragon-headed king exploded into pieces, then turned into a ray of light and appeared in the distance, reorganizing his body, his face turned ashen, making it extremely difficult to see.
"The King's Eight Fist... I was fucking defeated by the King's Eight Fist!"
"It doesn't take long to remember. This is the Overlord Divine Fist created by the great Xuanwu. Today I want you to remember it forever!"
The black turtle stood upright and rushed forward. The two old black fist wheels started to move, like two big millstones, whistling in the wind. The mountains next to it looked like paper, all rising up from the ground and flying towards it.
distance.
People were horrified. Those two black fists were densely covered with various divine rules. No wonder they could crush all the secret techniques of the ancient king. The power of heaven was flowing.
"boom"
The two saints fought together again, and I have to say that this black turtle was a mess, with two old fists shattering the vacuum and destroying all obstacles.
It punched one hundred and eight times in one breath, and although most of them were neutralized by the desperate Dragon-headed Ancient King, there were still a lot of punches falling on him.
"Remember, this is the King's Divine Fist!"
The body of the Dragon-headed Ancient King was disintegrating, leaving indelible black marks on both his flesh and bones and his broken bones.
Especially on his face, there are more than a dozen lines, all black and shaped like small turtles, which are left by fist marks.
When they separated again, the ancient king Longshou went crazy. Not only was he defeated, but he was also marked with a mark of shame that could not be erased at all.
Everyone almost laughed, even the ancient tribes were no exception. Awed by the power of the ancient king, they were suppressing their laughter.
The ancient dragon-headed king was covered in bruises, especially his face, which was marked with more than a dozen little turtle marks that could not be healed.
"Remember, I am Xuanwu. If you dare to remember wrongly, I will also engrave your soul!" Black Turtle said solemnly, with a serious look on his face that made people want to laugh.
The Ancient King Longshou is really crazy, can he do anything more humiliating than this? Previously, he showed his force and humiliated the human race, so that no one dared to speak out.
But at this time, he was beaten up by a tortoise, and turtle marks were carved on his body and face. They were inscribed with great magic power and were indelible. He looked up to the sky and yelled, and he kept roaring.
"You turtle...bastard fist!" The ancient dragon-headed king gritted his teeth.
"I tell you very seriously, the great Xuanwu is angry and will use the King's Divine Fist to beat you to ashes!" Black Turtle looked serious, and then he rushed forward with his old fist.
The Great Dao God flashed everywhere, his magic power was like the sea, and the earth, fire, wind, and water rotated. The two fought until the sky collapsed, and the Dragon-headed Ancient King was almost exploded by a pair of black turtle fists.
Finally, he let out a fearful roar, became furious, and then... turned around... and ran away with his head in his hands.
At this moment, he didn't care about anything. All face and dignity were empty. Survival was the most important thing.
At this time, he was really afraid of the turtle, so he panicked and turned into clouds, wind, and lightning, and fled all the way.
"Remember, I am the great Xuanwu!" Wugui chased him from behind, looking serious and not wanting to let him go.
This was obviously a huge event with serious consequences. After all, we were chasing down an ancient ancestor king, but people laughed and couldn't feel that sense of urgency.
The same is true for all the ancient tribes, but they want to laugh but can't, and feel very uncomfortable in their hearts. It's so crazy. A turtle raised in the human race is a saint, and it beat a powerful ancient king to the point where he could not let go.
All ethnic groups live?
In the end, all the human monks laughed, feeling very happy that this ancient king who despised the human race and wanted to kill the saint should be hunted down by a "great Xuanwu".