Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 996 The quasi-wang Shang dares to do things in the world! (two more)
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All directions are silent.

At this moment, even many experts in the holy realm felt chills down their backs. This tense atmosphere made them feel very uncomfortable. At the same time, they once again had some deep impressions of the overbearing lineage of the Burial Dragon Valley. The liquidation will be settled after a hundred years. It is expected that the one in the ancestral land of Suotian has not much life, and his blood is exhausted. The patience inherited from the past has been worn down at a rapid rate now.

"Unfortunately, you won't see that day."

The middle-aged man sneered, and then his eyes turned cold. In an instant, the soul of the quasi-king of the Dragon Burial Valley trembled, and his mind trembled. King Jiazhun really lost his body and spirit, even his life star was shattered, and he lost the chance of reincarnation.

If there really is reincarnation in this world...

hold head high!
Almost in an instant, the quasi-king of the Dragon Burying Valley made a move. He understood better than anyone else that it was difficult for him to retreat under the taboo of sealing the town. In the records of the Dragon Burial Valley, three pieces of the beast king's armor were carved.

The black mist of death is churning, and one after another withered star emerges in front of the tomb of the era. On the close to the real withered star, there are dragons and beasts coiled one after another. Some are shaped like real dragons, and some are shaped like wild dragons. Even among them, there are more than one real dragon, entangled by invisible black chains, burning with flames of death, burning day and night, howling and screaming on one after another withered big stars...

Bury the dragon body!
The blood of Ao Huang and the others from the Dragon Family was reddened, and among them were members of the Holy Realm from the Dragon Family. This kind of life-and-death confrontation could not be hidden by the quasi-king of the Dragon Valley.

That is the wailing of the imprisoned dragon soul, which is burned by the fire of death day and night, and turns into the most rooted power to bury the dragon body.

With five fingers like a heavenly sword, the quasi-king of the Dragon Burial Valley showed the majesty almost catching up with the supreme king. The young man pierced through and went away.

Bury the Dragon Claw!
As the Godless Record of the Dragon Burial Valley, what the quasi-king of the Dragon Burial Valley is displaying is obviously part of the essence of the Supreme King Realm, which is far beyond the original atmosphere of the emperor's death without evolution.

The middle-aged man once again disappeared in place, and before the Dragon Burial Claw was stretched out a few feet away, he appeared on the huge battle body of the King Zhun of the Dragon Burial Valley.

Compared with the huge battle body of the Zhunwang Zhunlong Valley, which is more than [-] feet long, the Zhunwang's aura moves the stars and is as majestic as a prison. The figure of the middle-aged man who is only a few feet tall seems so small, but it is such a seemingly small At this moment, in the eyes of the quasi-king of Burying Dragon Valley, the figure was more terrifying than a demon god. He saw the middle-aged man with his hands behind his back, and one foot just stepped down without any fancy.

Click!

The first thing to shatter was one of his palms. His rootless fingers shattered like a heavenly sword. His battle bones, which were stronger than divine gold, were like fragile porcelain under such a huge gap and incomparably small soles. It was broken into pieces.

After that, it was his head. As the quasi-king, it was a kind of humiliation and the greatest humiliation on the road of cultivation.

But what makes people helpless and frightening is that it is difficult for him to produce the slightest resistance.

That's right, it's just fear. As a half-legged existence that has stepped into the supreme realm, he vaguely remembers that it was more than a thousand years ago, when he was just eight years old, he was driven into the wild old forest, and was killed by a dog. The ferocious wild wolf chased him all night. The fear was strikingly similar to that at this time. He also had no power to fight back, and death was approaching step by step. It was just that he was protected by a master in the valley, and now he became the quasi-king. Who is qualified to protect his safety?

It turns out that after more than a thousand years, some things have changed with each passing day, while some things have become the most untouchable imprints in the depths of the soul, which remain the same from ancient times.

Rumble!
The desolate land is cracked, grass clippings are all over the sky, and the big cracks are like the mouths of fierce beasts, extending for tens of hundreds of miles. There are ancient rivers and mountains collapsing, all of which are swallowed by these gutters and become bones in the earth and blood.

Under the horrified gazes of many powerhouses from the five wilds in the distance, the quasi-king of the Burial Dragon Valley, who manifested a huge battle body, bent his legs like pillars of heaven, and he could hear thunderous noises. His muscles and bones were brittle, and the body that was more than a hundred feet shrunk at a rapid rate, but after a few breaths, it was knocked back to its original shape, and the soles of the feet that landed on the top of the head were naturally magnified countless times, covering the entire skull.

Click!

Just like the original quasi-king of the Huang family, this quasi-king of the Dragon Valley broke both knees and fell to his knees under the foot.

Time seems to have froze at this moment. For a long time after that, many powerful men from the five wilds who came to the tomb of this era today have deeply imprinted this scene in their minds. A quasi-king, being trampled on He bent his head, broke his knees, and fell to his knees under the pressure.

This kind of almost unreal picture is more straightforward than any dream, without too much complicated process, only the gap that is too big to know the depth.

"No!"

Compared with the middle-aged man, the quasi-king of the Burying Dragon Valley is more majestic, but as strong as the body of the buried dragon, it is also disintegrating, and one dragon after another struggles out, dissipating into light rain. For a quasi-king, it is second only to depriving him of his life.

But the middle-aged man at this moment showed iron-blooded indifference to the world.

puff!
When the last dragon soul broke free, dissipated and passed away, under its feet, the head of the quasi-king of the Dragon Valley also fell apart like a shattered dry stone. Together with its body, it was covered with cracks, and then exploded with a bang. The blood and bone flying shot belonged to the majestic aura of the king, before it penetrated the nine days and shattered the void, it was dissolved and dissipated.

Woo!
When the wails of all the Taos sounded again, many people barely recovered.

Another quasi-king has fallen.

The rain of blood fell from the sky, watering the land that had just been stained red once again.

At the same time, phantoms of stars emerged, and one after another, a figure was performing martial arts, or fighting, or walking in the starry sky, or walking through the hollow world, or... slaying dragons on the withered big stars one after another!
"You! How dare you!"

The quasi-king who came from the ancestral land of the Zhanhuang Palace coughed up blood and fixed his eyes on the middle-aged man. The powerful imperial clan, with the current emperor sitting in command, killed two quasi-kings in succession, two strong men who were almost destined to step into the supreme realm in the future, wouldn't they be afraid of the liquidation of the two imperial clans?

The surroundings are quiet, many people forget to breathe, some powerful people from the five wastelands have already regretted coming today, even the quasi-king has fallen, and the Suotian lineage, which has not been born for a long time, is even more serious than what is recorded in the ancient history books of the clan. Outrageous, is there no scruples at all?It doesn't look like the publicity and overbearing that a heritage that is about to decline should have.

"With a clear heart, you will naturally be fearless and dare to do things in the world."

The middle-aged man lowered his gaze. This middle-aged quasi-king who came from the ancestral land of the Emperor's Palace felt as if his soul was dying. So far, he was the only one left among the three quasi-kings.

"It's a pity." The middle-aged man shook his head again, regretting, "This place shouldn't belong to you. The invincible generals who once guarded the Tianguan have become eagle dogs driven by a few rotten kings. It's really sad."

"you!"

The middle-aged Zhunwang wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything. Only then did he realize that the iron and blood aura on his body in the past had become thin and hard to see. none.

Shu'er was shocked, and the middle-aged quasi-king saw that the middle-aged man had already stood three feet in front of him without knowing when.

A hand enlarged before his eyes, displacing all of the sky he could see.

Woo!
All the roads wailed, like weeping like complaining, this was already the third time in this stick of incense, and the blood rain fell on the earth again, dyeing the bright red that had not yet dried up again.

"The three quasi-kings, all..."

Someone's tone was dry, and they didn't know what to say. They just felt that after today, the entire Wuhuang land might set off a major earthquake that would shake the supreme inheritance. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps!)
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