When I become a demon king, I want to change my department to the Taoist sect.

Chapter 412 The drama ends

The world of four spirits.

The battle in the sky has reached a fever pitch. The big stars are disappearing, the space is shattered, and the aftermath is blowing past, creating a scene like the end of a natural disaster.

Not to mention ordinary Sanyuan monks, even Mi Tian and Youlao, an unprecedented Liangyi monk, couldn't get involved.

In fact, the strength level of these "two people" is still at the level of Liangyi... they are the true immortals of the earthly immortal world.

However, Tang Yuan refined the stars in the sky for his own use, and his magic power was too deep. Quantitative changes almost caused qualitative changes, so he had the potential to crush the new true immortals like Mi Tian.

But what is even more frightening is the number of fighting methods the two have. From the Four Spirits, Jiuyao to Twenty-eight Stars, almost all the magical powers of the stars are at your fingertips. You have the fire of Suzaku to attack fiercely, and I have the unparalleled protection of Xuanwu Water. .

The greedy wolf duels to defeat the army, the Five Fighters and the stars complement each other, the earth and wood compete for victory, and the nine stars rise and fall one after another.

The two of us use the galaxy and the universe as our chessboard, and the stars in the sky as our chess pieces. If you miss a word, I will definitely respond with my hand.

Each move is full of star power, which is no less than the great power of Tiangang. They are all unparalleled in killing and power.

After all, moving stars and changing buckets is the most superior of Tiangang's magical powers!

Because of Doumu Xingjun's plug-in and the blessings of all the stars, even Tang Yuan in the previous life, the first soul demon in Blood Sea Dao since ancient times, could not match the power of this body.

Such a majestic and galactic fighting technique shocked everyone who saw this scene, either with fear or fear, or with longing for it.

Zhou Lingxing's eyes were full of mid-autumn water, which had nothing to do with Tang's fate. It was just the natural reaction of a lower-ranking person in cultivation when he saw a stronger person. It was the heartfelt surrender of an ordinary star-loved person when he saw the Lord of the Stars.

Mi Tian's heart was also filled with shock. He could feel that the two people in Tianqiong were still at the Liangyi level and had not fundamentally changed. It's just that the breadth is a bit too incredible, far beyond her imagination.

A natal star king at the Wu Dou level can be promoted to Liangyi, but the stars in the sky that these two people can affect are more than a hundred. Such accumulation has created such an essential gap between them.

Zhao Zicheng still finds it hard to believe that the god-like and demonic figure in the sky is the younger brother he has never looked at, the younger brother who has always been ordinary or even timid.

Thinking of how superior he once was, an unspeakable feeling of shame and anger surged up, followed by a surge of anger at being treated as a joke, but these emotions only lasted for a moment, and were overshadowed by the fear that was so chilling to the bones just now.

He knew that if Tang Yuan really wanted to kill him, it wouldn't even take a second!

Fallen Ji and others looked at their backbone, You Lao. The skinny old man could also see the level of the two people in the sky. At this moment, he slowly shook his head and said: "This is the absolute gap in talent, not level, just like Jiuyao Wudou. A favored person with a higher level can even surpass those with seventh- and eighth-level talents at a low level."

"I suspect that even if we step into the realm of one yuan first, we will not be their opponents."

The cultivators finally realized that if Tang Yuan was not here, the return of Emperor Ziwei would definitely be a disaster for them and they would be irresistible.

Although the belief in this world originated from the orthodox star gods, with Emperor Ziwei as the main god, his status has been extremely high for many years.

However, when Emperor Ziwei made it clear that he wanted to absorb all sentient beings to restore their true origins, he did not even leave them any choice.

The cultivators are not fanatical believers, so naturally they will not just sit back and wait for death.

On Tang Yuan's side, on the other hand, although Doumu Yuanjun's divine name was first seen and has not been circulated, as long as he and Ziwei Star Master are in a hostile relationship, it doesn't matter if they support him.

However, in the fight between the two, except for Mi Tian, ​​You Lao and the little princess, who had the opportunity to intervene, the other Sanyuan monks had to do their best to resist the aftermath of the confrontation with magical powers.

"Wang Xiaoliu" waved his hand to disperse the magical power of Miyao Big Star... Dragnet, and said calmly: "You and I both know each other's level, so let's stop testing each other."

"Doumu has found a favored one, so let's use your life to announce my return!"

He lowered his head and looked down at all living beings, his long hair dancing in the wind, "Tell me your name, you are qualified to be an enemy remembered by me!" "Wang Xiaoliu" was actually not mentioned by Tang Dynasty. Controlled by Yuan, the main consciousness that dominates this body is still him, but the magical powers and techniques of this body are all provided by Tang Yuan, which is equivalent to the relationship between the player and the character.

It's just that his true self, through Tang Yuan's writing, has already determined that he is the Lord of Ziwei Star.

Only when the actors are fully committed can the drama be real and believable.

Tang Yuan lightly waved his sleeves and robe, collecting all the shining starlight scattered in the sky in his hand, turning it into a magnificent and romantic long sword that could cut down the stars.

Her black hair was styled in a bun and fluttered loosely, with an unspeakable romantic temperament. Tang Yuan held a sword in one hand, and the tip of the sword pointed at the reincarnated god in the distance.

"In that case... let's fight!"

"This is Tang Yuan!"

Although it was a low moan, the sound was clearly transmitted to the ears of the cultivators and spread to all directions, almost as if the sound stopped the moving clouds!

Xia Hou looked at this scene and said with a hint of sadness: "God loves the Zhao family so much that it's not enough to give them a Greedy Wolf Star King. He even..."

But then he shook his head, looked at the Zhao family cultivators who were suddenly lost, and whispered: "It's a pity that the Zhao family was blind and did not keep this real dragon."

"Wang Xiaoliu" stood upright, clasping his hands gently, "I will give you the greatest respect!"

In the void, a small hole appeared, and "Wang Xiaoliu" slowly pulled out a dark spear from it.

The space twisted in front of it, and all the light was swallowed up by it.

This is a weapon made by a big star in its ultimate state!

The devil-subduing gun!

"boom!"

The spears and swords intersected, and the blocks in the void cracked, like lotuses blooming in full bloom.

Both of them put away the strange magical powers from various big stars, but poured all their mana into the guns and swords, and began to compete in the simplest and most primitive way.

In other words, for the two of them at this moment, ordinary magical powers are meaningless. Even Nanming Lihuo and Xuanming Zhenshui will only be split apart by a sword and pierced by a shot!

After the violent explosion, the figures of the two men just turned around.

Everyone watched the scene in front of them nervously, after all, their life and death depended on this moment.

After all, if Tang Yuan were defeated, there would probably be no one in the world who could stop Emperor Ziwei from devouring all sentient beings.

In such a tense atmosphere, the demon-suppressing ghost gun with a black handle was like crystal, shattering inch by inch and floating everywhere.

And "Wang Xiaoliu" had a bright long sword pierced through the middle of his chest.

The whole body is like an autumn flower, quickly withering until it loses its color.

But before the cultivators could be happy, Tang Yuan staggered and almost fell from the sky. After he stood firm, he glanced at the cultivators and said slowly: "Just now it was just a Taoist body, no more than ten In the next year, it will definitely make a comeback, and it will definitely be even stronger than it is today.”

He paused, "Everyone, it's better to make plans in advance!

(End of this chapter)