Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

808 - Will Explosion
Tower of the Dead, above the eight hundredth step.

Han Xiao stayed on this level of steps for a full quarter of an hour. Although he was motionless, he was under the terrifying pressure of the will of the dragon all the time.

Every inch of his muscles was trembling, and he even felt that as long as he raised his legs casually, he would be sent flying, and he had to start all over again.

Therefore, he didn't dare to act rashly. He knew that with his physical strength and energy, if he couldn't reach the summit in one go, then he would definitely have no chance to reach the summit today.

"Must climb up!"

Han Xiao's brows were almost completely knit together. At this moment, it was not only for leaving the Nether Palace, but also because the will of the ancient evil dragon in his body did not allow him to yield.

How arrogant the ancient evil dragon is, the successor he chooses is naturally also arrogant.

Even if the will of the Nether Dragon Emperor is terrifying, it cannot crush the king of the dragon clan, the supreme being of ten thousand dragons.

Gradually, half an hour passed, Han Xiao remained motionless!
An hour passed!
Two hours passed!

Han Xiao always stood in place. Through the gray light curtain, the members of the Nether Dragon Clan could only see the wounds all over Han Xiao's body, cracked and healed, healed and cracked, his body trembled more and more, anyone could see it. Come out, he has reached the limit.

The reason why he was still able to stand on it was completely relying on his own will and insisting on it.

"City Lord! If this continues, he will really die!" Elder Mingheng seemed a little restless. Han Xiao was brought back by him. If he died in the Tower of Souls like this, he would feel uneasy.

"City Lord, he is related to the future of our Nether Dragon Clan, so we can't let him die on the tower." The rest of the Nether Dragon Clan elders also persuaded.

At this moment, they have completely believed that Han Xiao does have hope to reach the top of the tower, so their attitude towards Han Xiao has undergone a 180-degree change.

From an inconspicuous ant to the hope of the Dark Dragon Clan, how could they easily shatter this hope.

Even General Dark Soul has begun to waver. On the one hand, there are only some contradictions and conflicts, and on the other hand, it is the life and death of the entire Dark Dragon Clan, including the entire Dark Dragon Department under his control. At this time, any personal grievances can be left behind. side.

"Father, he has indeed reached his limit." Ming You said in a deep voice: "No one knows the Tower of the Dead better than me. If he does not move on the same step for two hours, he will definitely not have the strength to move on. It doesn't make any sense to go down, and you may lose your life, so let Elder Mingheng save him."

Everyone kept persuading the Nether City Lord, no matter from what point of view, Han Xiao has reached the limit, and it is absolutely impossible to go any further.

The Nether City Lord slowly opened his eyes, and sighed, "Is it still not possible after all?"

"City Lord, please make a decision as soon as possible!" All the clan elders of the Dark Dragon Clan said in unison.

"Father!" Mingyou also stared at the Nether City Lord, they were afraid that if it was too late, the hope of the Minglong clan would fall on the Tower of the Dead.

The Nether City Lord stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Han Xiao who was trembling in the light curtain, and suddenly said: "Little friend Han Xiao, you can come down now."

With the strength of the Nether City Lord, even though he was only facing a light curtain, his voice still reached Han Xiao's ears very clearly.

Sure enough, Han Xiao, who was persevering hard, trembled when he heard the voice of the Nether City Lord.

"Little friend Han Xiao, give up resisting, the will of the dragon will eject you from the tower of the dead, and I have already sent the elder Mingheng to meet you."

Before the Lord of the Nether City finished speaking, Elder Ming Heng shot out like lightning. He was very familiar with the Tower of the Dead, and in a split second, he arrived at the bottom of the Tower of the Dead.

"Little friend Han Xiao, give up resisting!" Elder Mingheng jumped up, came to the same height as Han Xiao, and shouted at him from a distance.

Although Elder Mingheng was not within the range of the Tower of the Dead, he could still feel the violent and domineering will of the Underworld Dragon, which made him tremble.

It is conceivable how terrifying the coercion in the tower will be.

"unnecessary!"

Han Xiao's eyes had turned blood red. Following his roar, an unyielding will erupted from his body. With a loud "Boom!", the entire Tower of Dead Souls, It even shook violently.

Boom!

Elder Mingheng was directly sent flying by the will fluctuations of the combination of Minglong's will and Han Xiao's will.

At the same time, the light curtain that the Nether City Lord and the others used to watch Han Xiao ascend the tower also burst open with a "bang".

"What a strong will!" The Nether City Lord shrank his pupils, waved his hand, and instantly restored the image of the gray light curtain, only to see Han Xiao's figure, and actually moved forward again, stepping on the [-]th step.

After two hours of silence, Han Xiao finally moved!

"It moved! He moved again!"

All the elders of the Minglong clan are all rejoicing.Ming You, the young master of the Dark Dragon Clan, also clenched his fists tightly, in addition to being convinced, he was still convinced.

"Roar!"

Dragon chant bursts, and on the top of the tower of the dead soul, a black dragon shadow was transformed into a dragon shadow, surrounding the tower of the dead soul, constantly entangled, and Han Xiao was like a blood arrow, "swish" out.

810 steps!

850 steps!
……

Nine hundred steps!
950 steps!
Under the eruption of the will of the ancient evil dragon in Han Xiao's body, he rushed out of 150 steps at once. There are only [-] steps left before reaching the top of the Tower of the Dead!

Han Xiao gritted his teeth and persisted crazily. The skin on his body cracked like a spider web.

Due to his abnormal resilience, his wounds continued to scab, and were torn apart under the pressure of the will of the ghost dragon in the Tower of the Dead, and the cycle continued.

Gradually, Han Xiao felt that his body was completely numb, leaving only his will, which was still constantly confronting the will of the Nether Dragon Emperor.

950 one step up!
Rumble!
When he took another step up, he was surprised to find that the coercion of this step had suddenly increased by ten times compared to the 950th step just now.

The soaring degree of the pressure of this step is actually the same as the growth rate of the previous whole level.

So don't look at the last fifty steps left in the end, but it is equivalent to the previous fifty-story tower!
He quickly withdrew his steps and stood firmly on the 950th step, not daring to take another step easily.Looking at the remaining fifty steps, I fell into confusion.

According to this situation, how could it be possible to climb the last fifty steps?
For him, the remaining fifty steps turned into an insurmountable gap!
(End of this chapter)