Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1800 Snow hidden seeds? (seeking subscription)

On the barren prairie, Su Qinian ascended to the sky.

He raised his feet and stepped on the void, as if there were invisible stone steps under his feet. His steps were not fast, but it seemed that he was stepping on the pulse of everyone. Millions of strong people from all races, at this moment, Only this clear and rhythmic footsteps remained.

Su Qinian entered the arena and rose into the vast reflection in the nine heavens. Gradually, his figure was also turned upside down, and the eyes of the Jiuqu Pluto moved slightly. Although this young Suotian war king is a great enemy, but for others With courage, Jiuqu Pluto was also amazed. Looking at the vast starry sky, there are a few young people who have such courage and dare to face the hunting of their four major races.

"It's your turn!" Zhan Wang Qitian said in a deep voice.

Jiuqu Pluto said indifferently: "Ningzu, enter the arena."

As the voice of the Nine-Twisting Pluto fell, a young man in a black robe walked up in the gray wind and snow. The young man looked very heroic, but he had long gray hair. Among his hair strands, if you don't look carefully, you can't tell them apart at all, but if you count the snakes hanging down like hair strands, there are a total of seven.

Supreme beings!

The black-robed youth also carried an ink-colored halberd on his back. Countless subtle and mysterious runes, as if exhausting the power of the underworld, were branded on the body of the halberd, as if a dark dragon was sleeping.

"Son of Netherworld!"

In the four corners of the wild prairie, many young strong men whispered. Unexpectedly, the first young strong man who came out of the Ming clan was this one. This was somewhat beyond everyone's expectations. It was born in the Nine Netherworld River from a congenital underworld womb hatched out. The Netherworld body was born naturally, and was accepted as a adopted son by the current Underworld Emperor, taught by precepts and deeds, and a sixty years ago, when he was just [-] years old, he made countless achievements in the starry sky. Little prestige, now, nearly a year has passed since the heavenly stele was engraved on the Sacred King Mountain Range, and the dust has basically settled. This Son of Nether is one of the final sixteen Sacred Kings.

The young Nether Holy King has undoubtedly stepped into the supreme realm, but many supreme powerhouses can see that he has not yet attained enlightenment. How can a quasi-king compete with the young Suotian War King?Aren't the Ming clan afraid to bury the emperor's seed who is most likely to win in this era in today's battle?
Amidst the murmurs of many strong men from various races, this young Nether King ascended to the sky and entered the arena.

Immediately, in the gray wind and snow, a young man in gray armor walked out again. He didn't look like a weak crown, with long hair like black ink, and seven black rings wrapped around his wrists. If you look closely, you can see that It is clearly seven snakes connected end to end.

Another young quasi-king.

It's just that this young quasi-king is very unfamiliar to the younger generation of all clans, and no one has heard of the existence of this young quasi-king of the Ming clan, but watching his bone age, some supreme powerhouses are a little surprised. With a bone age of more than ten years, such a young supreme being is really rare in the world, and it is probably earlier than the young Suotian war king who entered the supreme realm.

The young quasi-king of the Hades in gray armor looked a little sluggish, and his steps were weak, and his tired appearance seemed to be not at all for entering the arena and fighting the young Suotian war king. Reluctant, there is a kind of helplessness of being driven away, and the fighting spirit is low.

Even so, Zhan Wang Qitian was not polite, and said tauntingly: "Why, if you know that you are invincible, you just rely on numbers. How many people are there in the Ming clan, why don't you call them out together."

The corners of Jiuqu Pluto's mouth twitched slightly, but he glanced at the young man with a tired face, swallowed his breath back into his stomach, and said in a blunt tone: "There is no need to test, there are only two of us in the Ming clan."

Zhan Wang Qitian snorted coldly and didn't say anything more. This is really not too much, because according to common sense, it is impossible for the quasi-king to be an opponent at the level of a real king. Let alone two quasi-kings, even ten quasi-kings working together can save Life is pretty good, and it's just a dream to resist the combat power of a real king.

After all, the four clans still care about the face, and all the clans witness together, which is also a kind of bondage, at least on the bright side, some insidious means cannot be used.

"I'm going."

In the end, the gray armored young Hades quasi-king ascended to the sky, his tone was bleak, and there was a tragic taste that he would never return, which immediately made the corners of the Jiuqu Pluto's mouth twitch again. No matter how it sounded, it seemed that he was persecuting his own clan. Damn it, do you have any sharpness, the sharpness that young people should have?
On the edge of the desolate prairie, many people from various clans looked at the Nine-Twisted Pluto with strange eyes. At the moment, the young quasi-king is definitely the most outstanding group of young people of all clans , it can be said that there are very few of them, and they are all seed powerhouses who are expected to become emperors. They are different from ordinary supreme beings, and it is heartbreaking to lose one.

The scene just now had to make many strong men of various clans doubt whether this Nine-Twisting Pluto was taking the opportunity to wipe out the seeds of hostile forces in the clan.

Fortunately, right after him, footsteps sounded again in the gray snowstorm. It was a stone man, except for the gray-gold stone hair, he had turned into flesh and blood. He looked very majestic, like A stone pagoda can be as high as one foot, and the earth trembles when it takes a step, and its feet seem to weigh hundreds of millions of weights, showing extremely terrifying physical attainments.

"Emperor Yangshi!"

With Zhuyu, the son of the Nether, in front of him, this young overlord from the Stone Clan did not arouse too many surprises. In the Holy King Mountain Range, he lost a move and failed to make the list of the Holy Kings. One of the masters is the son of a great emperor of the Stone Clan. It is rumored that the emperor's blood in his body is rich and comparable to a supreme physique. As a result, the foundation was damaged, and he entered his old age ahead of schedule.

At this moment, several miles behind Emperor Yangshi, a blue stone man followed closely in the gray wind and snow. He looked only four feet tall and was very short. Chubby, with a silly face, he waved his blue stone arm and shouted: "Brother, wait for me!"

In front, the majestic and mighty Emperor Yangshi, his face darkened immediately when he heard the words, he climbed into the sky without saying a word, and rushed straight into the arena, not wanting to hear the voice behind him at all.

"Hey, brother, slow down!"

The blue stone boy also wobbled into the air, but he looked chubby, like a stone ball, which was quite funny, and he seemed to be a little unfamiliar with vacating. The strong looked at each other, did the Stone Clan come to make up the numbers?Generally speaking, when the Stone Clan reaches the ground-opening state, they will gradually develop a flesh and blood body. What the hell is this fat boy with stones? Even if he knows he is invincible, he doesn't need to give up on himself.

The King of War Qitian also frowned. He looked at the blue stone boy carefully. It seemed that his body contained power not weaker than that of a saint, and even approached the Supreme Realm. Nourishment from the ground, creation from the spirit, before the birth of consciousness and life, the ontology may have been conceived for tens of thousands of years, and it is also possible for one or even several epochs.

But at this time, the face of the Nine-Twisted Pluto was a little pale, and finally diverted everyone's attention.

Soon, in the gray snowstorm, two slender figures stepped out again. They were two youths who looked exactly the same. Their faces were ashen and a little blue. They were wearing the same old robes, with half of their shoulders bare, unlike It was dressed in the current world, and there was no life in it. The strong decayed breath seemed to have been buried for endless years. Wherever it passed, the grass withered, and all vitality was stripped away, sinking into the two stiff bodies.

Corpse!

There are many strong men from various tribes, and the gods and ghosts of the corpse tribe are unpredictable. There are many legends about the birth of this tribe. Generally speaking, all tribes are not willing to contact the corpse tribe. If you are killed by the corpse clan, even the bones will not be spared. Maybe next time, there will be a corpse slave transformed from the same clan, or a newborn corpse clan, with the appearance of a close person, but with a different cold Soul, come to fight with you.

There are many bodies of corpse clans. In a sense, all clans are their mother beds. The age is estimated from the day when consciousness is reborn. Generally speaking, the older and immortal the corpse, the more dead it is. It is possible to give birth to a powerful corpse family with strong talent and unique physique.

Compared with the enslavement of the flesh, flesh and soul of the living beings by the ghost clan, the underworld clan, the soul clan, and even the blood clan, the corpse clan is more feared by all clans.

Just like these two strange corpse clan youths in front of me, the younger generations of all clans don't know each other at all. Although their newborn soul breaths are very young, the former owner of their corpses didn't know who they were before the long years. what identity.

They were not the young overlords of the Corpse Clan familiar to all the clans, but Zhan Wang Qitian's eyes were slightly focused, because he couldn't see through the origins of these two Corpse Clan youths, and most of them were not creatures of the age of the vast starry sky.

The two young strong men of the corpse clan seemed to be blood relatives before they were alive. Their bodies were surrounded by gray-black mysterious corpse mist, which blocked all prying eyes. Their faces were indifferent and stiff. Go up and throw yourself into the vast arena.

Weird!
Is Zhan Wang Qitian an ordinary person? He felt a little uneasy. The first child of the Nether seemed the most normal. He had reason to believe that these young masters, who had never been heard of in the heavens, were the young seeds of Xuezang of several clans. .

The last ones to walk out were two young strong men from the Yaozu.

One is a young Sage King from the Taotie lineage, with a heroic and vigorous figure, who gained a great reputation in the Sacred King Mountain Range, and the other is a beautiful woman who looks so divine, as if The reincarnation of the goddess of the heavens, she has a graceful figure, slender jade feet, and a body that is more radiant than jade. She is wearing a nine-color dress as thin as a cicada's wings, surrounded by nine-color rays of light, especially her pair of eyes and long hair. It is as crystal clear as glazed glass, emitting a faint fluorescent light. Just looking at it from a distance, everyone's souls seem to be sinking into it. (For subscription, as long as the cumulative number of new subscriptions per day exceeds 8000, there will be three updates on the second day, and the daily new additions will be announced in the book friend group.)
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