Chapter two hundred and forty seventh star dragon king and ghost master (thanks to the leader lingcu
"Boom!" "Boom!"... The earth trembled rhythmically with the approach of a certain being. It was a huge creature. Every time it took a step, the earth would vibrate.
"That's a stitched corpse?" Muria frowned and looked at the huge humanoid walking on the ground from a distance, "Such a huge body can be compared with an adult Titan. How many corpses were used to pile up this monster?
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"Ang!" When the third legend of the Council of the Dead came to support, an ancient dragon stopped its attack on Bryant with a look of helplessness, and went to intercept the self-propelled dragon made of countless corpses.
Plague Halo's legendary undead.
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"Get out of the way!" An indifferent voice sounded from somewhere in the sky.
"Wait until he is dead!" responded a lazy voice, as if he had just woken up.
"He has already been killed once by your descendants."
"Death? I see him jumping around happily down there."
"Having been resurrected once, his chances have been reduced by half. If he is killed and resurrected again, his chances will be completely lost."
"Oh, this is best!" For the voice that had become a little angry, the lazy voice still did not change at all.
"Bryant cannot die today!"
"My descendants don't seem to want to kill that guy, they just want to seal him! So, don't worry, he won't die."
"After sealing it, I leave it to you for safekeeping. How is that different from death?"
"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price!"
"He has paid the price!"
"Not enough!"
"He may only be half as successful as before! The price is already high enough!"
"Not enough! If you kill so many of my descendants, stop dreaming about becoming an epic." The lazy voice became serious, with a mocking tone.
"He is the lich I value!"
"So what?"
"Xingyao Dragon King, are you sure you want to block my way?" From a certain place in the originally empty sky, endless black mist surged out. In the fog, blood rain swayed, and the resentment and curse caused by the tragic death of hundreds of millions of creatures formed.
All kinds of strange heads shuttled through the black mist.
Among them, a huge towering figure hundreds of meters high loomed, filled with terrifying pressure. Just standing still, spider web-like space cracks appeared around his body, and they could not be healed.
"Huh, if you want to fight, just say it. I'm afraid you won't succeed!" In the black fog, opposite the tall figure, a dragon-shaped shadow shining with starlight and stretching for countless kilometers appeared, blocking the sunlight in the sky.
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Let a certain area of the world below fall directly into darkness. The creatures there fell into panic, and the sky suddenly turned from day to night. No matter how you look at it, it is an extremely ominous sign.
"Haha, the youngest Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, I haven't fought against you yet. Let me see today whether you, the Dragon King, are worthy of your name." In the black mist, a figure stretched out its big hand, pointing towards the starry sky in front of it.
Caught in the dragon's shadow.
Such a huge dragon shadow is, of course, just an appearance. It is a manifestation of the Dragon King's power. If the Xingyao Dragon King's true form was so huge, then he would turn around and leave without saying a word.
"I am not the youngest Dragon King of the Dragon Clan now." Even though Xingyao Dragon King was about to fight, he still had a lazy attitude and said, "Ghost Lord Basalomu, your news is too late, you don't know that our Dragon Clan
Is there another Dragon King recently?"
"Oh, after thousands of years, your dragon clan has a new dragon king born! That is really gratifying. If you have the opportunity, you should meet this dragon king of your dragon clan." There was indifference in Basalomu's scarlet eyes.
With such a look on his face, even while he was talking, his hand was still firmly grabbing the Star Glory Dragon King.
"There will be a chance." Among the winding dragon-shaped shadows, a dragon claw shadow as huge as a mountain range poked out, and countless starlights condensed towards the fingertips of one of the dragon claws, making the fingertips point a little.
It condensed into substance, and then pointed towards the big hand stretched out by the Ghost Lord.
The fingertips of the dragon claw collided with the palm surrounded by black mist. Starting from the contact point between the two, silently, a large area of the space collapsed and shattered, just like a piece of paper - no sound was heard.
, everything happens in silence.
"Not bad!" After the two epic beings collided, the broken space quickly healed. Basaromu praised loudly, commenting on the blow just taken by the Starry Dragon King with a superior attitude, "What are you doing about it?
The power control is very strong.”
"Basaromu, you can't do it. It's been almost 50,000 years since you achieved the epic, and that's all you have?" After hearing Basalomu's "evaluation", the Starry Dragon King sarcastically said,
"You actually tied me. I thought you could defeat me with just one slap. What have you been doing every day for such a long time, studying bones?"
"..." Hearing the sarcasm of the Starry Dragon King, Basalomu was speechless, but in the black mist surrounding his body, the rain of blood became more intensive, and the various creatures formed by the curses of the world
The screams coming from the head became louder.
The black mist surged, as if there were some terrifying monsters walking through it, and at the core of the dragon-shaped shadow, a dragon with a lazy aura, half-squinting its dragon pupils as bright as the starry sky, stared lazily
All this.
The strength of the epic is not about who can live longer, so even though there is an age gap of more than 30,000 years, the Xingyao Dragon King is not one of the secrets of the Council of the Dead in front of him.
"Enough!" Just when Bartholomew was about to take action again, a loud voice full of deathly silence came from behind him, shaking the space and carrying a sense of supreme majesty.
"Speaker!" In the black mist, the ghost master Bartholomew lowered his head slightly, "I want to keep a member of the parliament who is expected to achieve epic achievements!"
"who?"
"Bryant."
"There is no need for it. He has been resurrected once, and his soul core is incomplete and has become useless. Even if he has a chance to obtain source power in the future, he has no foundation for fusion and is no longer qualified to cultivate. Just give it up. For this kind of waste,
There is no need to fight the Dragon King."
"Ha!" After Xingyao Dragon King felt the two familiar breaths behind him and the gaze cast down from the sky, his heart gradually relaxed.
"Basaromu, if you really appreciate that little lich, you can use the source power you control to repair the damage to his soul foundation! To help him resume his epic journey, this is an almost omnipotent power." Xingyao Dragon King
He said in an almost teasing tone.
"Hmph!" Bartholomew snorted coldly, using his own power to help a lich he was optimistic about. Even if he was mentally retarded, he would not make such a choice.
"What a disgrace!" He glanced hatefully at Buriant, who was being beaten by sixteen ancient dragons below, and cursed. He was angry that the rising star of the Council of the Dead was surrounded and killed by dragons.
Choose to self-destruct. If he is sealed, the Council of the Dead will not give up on him and will find a way to rescue him.
But now that the Speaker has decided to give up on him, there is no need for him to persist. The body of Bartholomew, which was filled with the wails and curses when the world was destroyed, disappeared in the sky, and the space that collapsed because of his appearance quickly healed.