"What, this beast actually has a killing move? How is this possible? What kind of freak is he?"
The tenth prince frowned and his heart skipped a beat.
The destructive aura contained in the God-Breaking Spear instantly drained the air within the barrier, and even the air seemed to have frozen.
The remaining princes were all flustered, and in their minds, they even had horrifying visions of themselves being taken to the execution platform.
The previous Imperial Bridge gave people an aura of an emperor's way, dominating the world, as if another strong man who was not weaker than Ye Guihuang came in person.
But the magic gun in front of him gave people a hysterical and evil aura.
Paranoid, angry, violent, cruel.
A series of frightening auras intertwined on the God-breaking Spear and soared into the sky. After a few breaths, the increasingly violent auras formed into a huge ferocious black dragon.
The black dragon bared its teeth and claws, seeming eager to destroy the entire world.
At the far end, the sixteenth prince was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
Why is this breath so terrifying?
"How is it possible? How many other trump cards does the Eleventh Prince hide?"
On the dragon chair, the twelfth prince was so shocked that his mind went blank.
"What kind of person did this little beast steal?"
"Not to mention the previous golden bridge, even the grade of this black spear is not weaker than that of the Flying Immortal from Heaven."
"Thankfully this little beast didn't grow up, thank you!"
The tenth prince finally realized what fear is.
If the battle to seize the emperor is postponed for another hundred years, who can say with certainty the final outcome.
For the Leaf Ghost tribe, the body is above all else.
As long as the host is strong enough, any miracle is possible.
The reason why he was able to surpass the second prince was simply because the body of the Sword Immortal Clan was powerful.
It is entirely possible for the eleventh prince to surpass himself.
"Little beast, no matter how many tricks you use, you can't hide the fact that your cultivation is weak. If you want to blame it, just blame it on your bad luck!"
The tenth prince squeezed his palm tightly.
…
Outside the barrier!
The three cultivators beat their chests and stamped their feet.
They are angry.
The more powerful the eleventh prince showed, the angrier they became, the angrier they became, and the more unwilling they became.
Now this giant gun is the breath of the devil.
In the world of cultivation, monks who dare to practice the devil's ways are first-rate ruthless people.
The body of the eleventh prince definitely has a very deep background, and he may not even be the biological son of the God Emperor.
How can ordinary monks be qualified to practice so many supreme divine scriptures?
This demonic black spear is only slightly weaker than the God Emperor Sutra just now.
"The eleventh prince must win, the eleventh prince must win!"
"You all guessed wrong. The final winner must be the Eleventh Prince."
"My premonition is very good, I won't be wrong!"
"Despicable Sword Immortal Clan, you wait!"
"After the Eleventh Prince ascends the throne, I will make you all become bitches. I will make you unable to hold your head up for the rest of your life."
"The Sword Immortal Clan doesn't keep their word, they are despicable and shameless!"
The dog licker jumped up and down, and he barked the loudest.
"Hmph, sensationalizing!"
The Sword Immortal Clan looked impatient.
But after all, he regretted it first and didn't say much.
As for the eleventh prince proclaiming himself emperor?
What a joke.
If another 100 years pass, there may still be some suspense.
But now?
He had no chance of defeating the tenth prince.
…
Rumble!
The black dragon is coming.
The brutal and cruel God-breaking Spear finally struck hard on the Ghost King Tree.
Bang bang bang!
Immediately, the sound of dense sonic booms continued continuously, and the land with a radius of ten miles was swept up like a straw mat. Even the mountains farther away began to be shaken to open a large number of cracks.
Within the boundary.
The strong wind also made it impossible for the princes to open their eyes.
"Damn, what a powerful attack!"
The tenth prince protected his face with his hands. Even so, his skin and flesh were torn apart by the strong wind, and blood kept dripping.
Outside the barrier, the world in the eyes of the audience was nothing but a huge black hurricane.
At their level, they simply couldn't see the specific bombing situation clearly.
…
The shaking lasted for about three minutes.
Finally, the black hurricane began to thin out, and the Eleventh Prince's terrifying bombardment was declared over.
As the dust fell, the city in front of people was already in a mess.
Fortunately, the soil on Ye Gui's planet is solid, otherwise the entire Ye Gui Imperial City would have been shaken into ruins after the move just now.
At this time, the hearts of countless people were beating wildly.
They stared eagerly at the Ghost Emperor's dragon chair. Everyone was eager to wait for the results of the eleventh prince to be announced.
The three cultivators were all covered in sweat.
What kind of miracle can the eleventh prince create this time?
The tense atmosphere made the dog-licking clan stunned and they forgot to continue mocking the sword fairy clan.
…
7528!
The smoke dissipated, and Zhao Chu's final result finally appeared in the sky above the Ghost Emperor's dragon chair.
7528!
In one blow, more than 500 results were obtained.
"What a pity...poof..."
Zhao Chu stood in front of the Ghost King Tree and sighed.
Sure enough, the effect cannot be compared with the Imperial Bridge.
But there is no way.
Two moves in a row, he was seriously injured.
The God-breaking Spear was the final blow.
Of course, the internal injuries caused by this blow also brought Zhao Chu to the point of complete collapse.
The physical injuries were much more serious than imagined.
Zhao Chu was also helpless.
My own cultivation is indeed still a bit weak.
Theoretically, to bombard the Ghost King Tree, one would need the lowest level of cultivation, Rank Eight, or even a Heavenly Master.
A fifth turn is still too difficult!
puff!
After taking a few breaths to relax, Zhao Chu couldn't hold it back and spurted out a few more mouthfuls of blood.
At the same time, he began to devour the chalcedony of creation crazily.
This time, the Dantian was empty. Even if he could recover a little bit of true energy, he would repair the injury in an instant.
…
Shocking!
The statistics of the eleventh prince shocked the whole audience.
With a score of 7528, he still couldn't beat the Tenth Prince.
But as a fifth-level host, it is truly an unprecedented feat.
You know, there are many Tianzun-level princes who cannot achieve more than 7,500 data.
At least it is impossible for the Twelve Princes who will appear next.
really.
The twelve princes were trembling.
He was also very melancholy.
My own body is, after all, a heavenly being.
But his performance is not even as good as that of the eleventh prince of rank five, which is too embarrassing.
"The eleventh prince, it's really a pity."
All the princes sighed in their hearts.
The better he performs now, the more impressive he is.
If given time to grow, the eleventh prince really would not lose to the tenth prince.
"I can feel that your physical body is close to collapse. You are at the end of your strength. Do you still want to hold on?"
"Actually, your achievements are enough to make you proud."
"Although you lost, I will still remember you."
The tenth prince looked at Zhao Chu coldly.
"Let's end it. Die with dignity. If you continue to struggle, you will only become more and more embarrassed!"
Seeing that Zhao Chu's eyes were still fixed on the Ghost King Tree, the tenth prince shook his head indifferently.
There was still that kind of pity in his eyes.
A kind of compassion for the weak.
"Oh, it's my turn!"
At the same time, the Twelve Prince stood up and slowly walked behind Zhao Chu.
If you delay any longer, you will eventually die.
The so-called princes are nothing more than a group of miserable, cursed weaklings.
The Thirteenth Prince trembled and slowly walked towards the Ghost Emperor's dragon chair.
To them, the Ghost Emperor's Dragon Chair is like a guillotine.
Outside the boundary.
The three cultivators looked at Zhao Chu.
They are already prepared to die. If they can see the cultivator's most powerful magical power before they die, this life will be considered worthwhile.
"Despicable licking dog, keep barking and sensationalizing!"
The sword fairy clan looked at the licking dog indifferently, their eyes full of teasing!
"Hmph, the eleventh prince will not lose!"
Licking a dog's mouth doesn't give in at all.
…
"Shut up, Sword Immortal doesn't talk as much nonsense as you!"
However!
The eleventh prince did not choose to admit defeat at all.
Although he did not continue to use his magical powers, he did not leave either.
Facing the mercy of the tenth prince, Zhao Chu looked as usual and just scolded him a little impatiently.
This tone is like swatting away a nasty mosquito.
"snort!"
"Let's see how long you can wait!"
The tenth prince's face turned green with anger.
But there is nothing you can do.
"Oh, why bother?"
The Twelve Prince smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He also admired the eleventh prince's refusal to admit defeat and surrender to his fate.
But the cruelty of fate is that no one can resist it.
"This...number is jumping again."
"How is that possible!"
At this moment, the Thirteenth Prince, who was about to sit on the Ghost Emperor's dragon chair, exclaimed.
He wanted to sit on the throne just now, but failed.
Only when the twelfth prince starts the test can it be his turn to sit on the throne.
The Thirteenth Prince was thrown away by the air wave from the dragon chair.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the most shocking scene so far!
…
7536!
7625!
7458!
7932!
…
8012!
8216!
8369!
…
The data belonging to the eleventh prince was beating like crazy.
In just a few breaths, the original score of a little over 7,500 has jumped to nearly 8,400!
What's even more terrifying is that this number continues to increase crazily.
This is simply unbelievable.
The Thirteenth Prince looked at the Eleventh Prince for a long time, and he was even more frightened and his scalp went numb.
That's right.
The eleventh prince remained motionless and did not attack the Ghost King Tree at all.
But what’s going on with this rapid increase in performance?
At this time, not only the Thirteenth Prince began to be shocked.
In the entire imperial city, no one could remain calm.
The tenth prince was so shocked that his whole body became cold.
He carefully explored Zhao Chu's body.
That's right, this guy didn't exert any energy at all.
There is no energy fluctuation on his body.
But what happened to the jumping results?
Are you confused?
"Is there... something wrong with the Ghost King Tree?"
The twelfth prince trembled his lips.
No!
No, it can't be a malfunction.
Although the Eleventh Prince was sitting on the ground, he stared at the Ghost King Tree expressionlessly.
But a lot of blood seeped out of his eyes, ears, and even nostrils.
Moreover, the expression on the eleventh prince's face was a bit too painful and ferocious.