Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

Chapter 807 Limits
It only took about a quarter of an hour from Han Xiao climbing the Tower of the Dead to climbing the [-] steps. This speed naturally stunned the members of the Dark Dragon Clan.

You know, it took Mingyou, the young master of the Dark Dragon Clan, a full day to climb the two hundred steps, and when he tried to continue going up, he was immediately blown away.

For hundreds of years, Mingyou has broken into the tower countless times, but she has never been able to make an inch of progress. It can be seen how terrifying the will of the ghost dragon in the tower of the dead is.

Two hundred and one steps!
Han Xiao stepped on the steps of the third floor, and suddenly felt the coercion of the will of the underworld dragon soared again.

ten times!
Sure enough, it was ten times more!
Sweat began to drip from Han Xiao's temples, and his physical strength was rapidly depleted. If Han Xiao hadn't possessed an evil dragon body, his recovery ability and spiritual power in all aspects of his body were so strong that he would have already died at this moment. Exhausted and fell down.

"Roar!"

Han Xiao let out a low growl, and the dragon-shaped phantom behind him roared like piercing the clouds and cracking the sky at the same time, a domineering momentum suddenly swayed, the speed soared suddenly, and he climbed crazily.

Three hundred levels!
Four hundred levels!
Five hundred levels!
Han Xiao broke through the three-storey tower one after another. At this time, the coercion of the dark dragon's will on the steps was already [-] times the original!
"Five hundred steps!" The Nether City Lord looked at Han Xiao inside the gray light curtain, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The Long March is finally halfway through!
When Han Xiao stepped onto the [-]th step, the coercion of Dark Dragon's will became more terrifying, the whole space seemed to become distorted, and his speed finally slowed down.

Under the terrible pressure, the skin on Han Xiao's body was actually split open, and the fine bloodshots spread all over the body. Under the penetration of sweat, the burning pain spread. A very sour.

"Tick! Tick!"

Sweat mixed with blood dripped on the dark steps of the Tower of the Dead.

"It's only half of it, and it's far from my limit!"

The Primordial Evil Dragon is the Supreme Being of Ten Thousand Dragons, and when he encountered the oppression of the Dark Dragon's will, it naturally aroused the Primordial Evil Dragon's unyielding will.

Although the current Han Xiao is still very weak, he upholds the will of the Immortal Evil Dragon's Immortal King of the Dragon Clan, and absolutely does not allow him to fall in front of the will of the Underworld Dragon.

In Han Xiao's eyes, with an extremely determined look, he gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

Six hundred steps!
Seven hundred steps!
Eight hundred steps!
With all his strength, Han Xiao crossed the three towers in a row. The blood in his body seemed to be evaporated, lingering around him, like a purgatory Shura.

The dragon-shaped phantom behind him, also under the will of the violent underworld dragon, became like a wheat seedling in the strong wind, swaying and flickering, as if it had reached a critical point and was about to collapse at any time.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Han Xiao was panting heavily, and felt that the terrifying will of the underworld dragon seemed to turn into sharp blades, slashing across every inch of his body.

He stood firmly on the [-]th step, all the muscles in his body were torn apart, and he was wearing a white robe, which had been scratched to pieces and was stuck to his body due to blood seepage. Go, like wearing a blood-colored cloak.

"Pfft!" Han Xiao spit out a mouthful of blood foam, resisting the double exhaustion from shooting you and spirit, and screaming up to the sky.

As if feeling his unyielding will, the dragon-shaped phantom behind him, which was about to collapse, actually condensed a bit again. The golden and red rays of light are intertwined, like two divine dragons soaring into the sky, soaring into the sky , The light shines on the heaven and the earth, sprinkles on Han Xiao's body, and makes his state recover a little bit.

However, the endless Will of the Underworld Dragon kept wearing away the dragon-shaped phantom, just like returning to the light, and only heard a long and sad cry. After the last eruption, the dragon-shaped phantom actually collapsed completely and retracted into Han Xiao's body.

"puff!"

The moment the dragon-shaped phantom collapsed, Han Xiao sprayed out another blood arrow.

The will of the Nether Dragon Emperor is indeed not to be taken lightly!

He gritted his teeth tightly, tore off the robe stuck to his body with his backhand, and threw it casually, revealing his muscular upper body.

Han Xiao's figure is relatively weak, but his strong and streamlined Ji Rou has an unparalleled visual impact and a sculpture-like beauty, as sharp as an ax and a knife.

However, his body was covered with large and small blood-drenched scars, and there were even a few deep bone wounds, which were shocking.

Above the [-]th step, the oppression of Dark Dragon's will has reached a level that is enough to destroy the powerful Void Immortal.

And Han Xiao is just a martial artist at the pinnacle of the Creation Realm, and he can only reach this step by relying on the power of the blood of the ancient evil dragon.

But this step is basically the highest level that the evil dragon's blood essence can allow him to reach.

"Have I... reached the limit?" Han Xiao's mouth was overflowing with blood, and his whole body was trembling.

With the collapse of the dragon-shaped phantom, Han Xiao felt that he would also be crushed by the violent will of the underworld dragon, and he could no longer lift his feet.

"It's [-] steps! Keep going!" The clan elder of the Minglong clan looked at Han Xiao who had turned into a blood man, and couldn't help cheering him on.

The amazing will shown by Han Xiao has completely convinced them.

"City Lord, he seems to have reached his limit." Elder Mingheng gritted his teeth, and turned to look at City Lord Nether.

Although Han Xiao has reached the incredible [-] steps, if he does not climb to the top of the Tower of Dead Souls, he will not be recognized by the Nether Dragon Emperor, and naturally he cannot take away the sacred objects of the Nether Dragon Clan above.

"En." Another old man with white beard and hair nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Indeed, this kid's Dragon Vein Qi has collapsed. If he continues, he may die on it."

The Nether City Lord looked at Han Xiao in the light curtain, pondered for a long time, and then slowly uttered a few words, "Wait a little longer."

"City Master, this kid is only at the peak of the Good Fortune Realm, and he can reach the [-]th step. As long as we, the Dark Dragon Clan, do our best to improve his cultivation, he will soon be able to reach the peak of the Destiny Realm, all because of his divine sense." And the power of will will be greatly improved, and at that time, if you break into the Tower of the Dead Soul, you should be sure."

Elder Mingheng paused for a moment, and began to advise: "Please agree with the city lord, this subordinate will rescue this son right away."

"Yes, father, he has reached his limit. Moreover, after being promoted to the third realm of Nirvana, it is indeed helpful for breaking into the tower." Mingyou couldn't help but feel a little worried. After all, the will of the dragon on the tower of the dead is not There are not a few descendants of the dark dragon clan who died inside with long eyes.

"Since he is the person in the prophecy, he will never die easily." The Nether City Lord slowly closed his eyes, and said calmly, "Just wait a little longer."

(End of this chapter)