The Dragon of Time is the Lord of the Ice Tomb. He ranks third on the list of masters in the world, second only to the Ancestor of Corpses and Mr. Chonghua. He is a well-known super master.
During the battle to defend the Exorcist City, Time Shenlong personally led the team, and the exorcists abandoned their armor and suffered numerous casualties. Even Liu Guomin, the former commander of the Special Case Division, died because of him.
It's just that although this guy is powerful, he lacks courage. If he encounters an opponent who is much weaker than him, he can naturally defeat him with a single blow.
But if the opponent is entangled and completely desperate, he will be a little unable to bear it.
To be honest, even though the Time Dragon ranks third, in the event of a life and death struggle, even Zheng Kexiu or Di Ming have the ability to fight him.
It's even possible to win destiny and compete with him.
But no matter what, a master is a master. The Dragon of Time has always been a die-hard ally of the Ancestor of Corpses, and now that he is here, it is enough to explain his relationship with the Ten Thousand Demons Pit.
But as soon as the Time Dragon Man stood firm, his eyes had already scanned a group of circles, and then scanned His Majesty the God Emperor and me respectively.
He laughed and said: "It seems that I haven't missed the good show yet. This little guy is quite courageous, not bad, not bad."
I sneered. I had no good impressions of this guy who indirectly killed Liu Guomin. What's more, I almost died at the hands of this guy in Exorcism City.
The Ancestor of the Corpse smiled and said: "Mr. Shenlong can come to congratulate me, which really makes my corpse mountain shine. There is a good show right now, so I invite Mr. Shenlong to watch it together."
"Come here! Give me a seat!"
Several Yin soldiers who patrolled the mountain quickly moved the seats and arranged for the Time Dragon to sit down. Behind him, the lifeless people from the ice tomb stood and guarded behind him.
Suddenly someone coughed, as if he was quite dissatisfied with Time Shenlong putting on airs here. Just as Time Shenlong snorted, he suddenly turned his head and saw Yao Chongsheng's appearance. He made a loud pop and almost fell to the ground in fright.
His voice changed and he shouted: "Yao...Yao Zhong..."
As soon as he finished speaking, this guy reacted and became furious: "You are Yao Chongsheng!"
Just kidding, where is this place? It’s a mountain of corpses! The base camp of the dead!
Who is Yao Chonghua? He is the leader of the living people, the sworn enemy of the Corpse Ancestor in the second life-and-death battle. In such an occasion, Yao Chonghua should not be present under any circumstances.
He is also an old guy with several thousand years of experience. After a little thought, he figured out Yao Chongsheng's identity.
The Time Shenlong was so angry that he almost cursed, "Grandma, you are Yao Chongsheng, why do you have to scare me? Don't you know that what I fear most in my life is that Emperor Shun wants to Chonghua?"
He gave Yao Chongsheng a vicious look, as if he was blaming him for embarrassing such a big person in front of the evil people in the world. But he didn't have the courage to let him fight Yao Chongsheng.
Although Yao Chongsheng does not understand ancient runes, he is of the same line as Mr. Chonghua, and his methods must be extremely powerful. Even if he ranks third in the world's master list, he would not dare to provoke this guy easily.
He could only snort heavily, and then sat on the chair again.
The Ancestor of the Corpse glanced at it indifferently and said nothing about the matter between Yao Chongsheng and the Dragon of Time. He only heard him say slowly: "among my dead, is there not even a warrior left?"
Even the ancestor of corpses spoke, and the crowd of evil spirits instantly became excited. An old man who looked like a skeleton emerged from the crowd. He was holding a mourning stick in one hand and a broken bowl in the other. His clothes were in rags, as if
beggar.
But I noticed that his mourning stick had countless strange lines engraved on it. Although the broken bowl looked ordinary, there seemed to be a pool of liquid inside, which looked dark and was still shaking.
The old man whispered: "There are heroes among the living, and there are brave men among the dead. Zhang Wuxin, do it!"
I sneered and said, "Don't think that just because you look like an old man, I will be merciful to you! I'll kill you!"
The sword light of the sword of life and death suddenly passed by, and the sword light was brilliant, and all the evil spirits around it closed their eyes. At that moment, the old man was killed by my sword and disappeared, leaving only the mourning stick and the broken bowl with a clang,
fell to the ground.
The group of evil spirits roared, followed by whispers. I thought that if the old man dared to stand up and challenge Zhang Wuxin, he must have a few brushes in his hands.
Who would have thought that the other party couldn't even withstand Zhang Wuxin's sword, and was chopped to pieces on the spot.
The evil spirits thought so, but I was frightened and hurriedly backed away. Sure enough, as soon as I took a step back, the liquid in the broken bowl on the ground began to gush and emit black gas.
The black energy continued to solidify, and then reconstituted the old man's appearance.
The old man was holding a mourning stick and a broken bowl, shaking his head and grinning. After he moved his body, he raised his foot and kicked the original mourning stick and the broken bowl to the side, and the liquid spilled all over the floor.
This shock really gave me a creepy feeling. It's so weird. You must know that the sword light of the Sword of Life and Death is composed of anger and death. No matter whether a person or a ghost, once killed by the Sword of Life and Death, his soul will really fly away.
There was no chance of survival at all.
But this guy was beaten to pieces by me, so why did he get out of the bowl again?
The old man stretched his arms and kicked his legs, then smiled at me and said: "What a great sword! What a great sword! Come on, hit me with your sword again!"
The group of evil spirits cheered loudly, and then they realized that the old man was indeed a capable person and not a loser who couldn't even bear a sword.
I was upset by the noisy cheers of these guys, and said coldly: "How can this sword make you want what you want?"
I saw the sword light flashing, and in an instant I had struck out three swords!
These three swords were so fast that at first glance they looked like one sword. With a click, I cut the mourning stick in his hand into two pieces, and then with a bang, I cut the broken bowl in his hand into two pieces.
Half.
The third sword was aimed at his eyebrows, and with one strike, his anger dissipated, instantly extinguishing his three souls and seven souls.
Does this guy really think he is the Fire Cloud Evil God? If I can't kill you with one sword, I will strike with three swords!
There were endless banging sounds, broken mourning sticks, broken small bowls, and faint howls. The sword light burned the eyes of the evil spirits around them, so that they subconsciously took two steps back, feeling in their hearts
Secretly marveled.
I watched with cold eyes, wanting to see what else this guy was up to.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, someone behind him chuckled softly: "Zhang Wuxin, is this all you have?"
My hair stood on end for a moment, and I turned around to look. I saw this old man holding a mourning stick and a broken bowl. I don’t know when he appeared behind me again!
This surprise is really no small matter. Grandma, I really met a master this time!