Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 333 Desperate
"Yes!"

Hearing the old man's order, Yan Lingwei, who was guarding the huge stone platform, immediately got up, and some other warriors also immediately moved into action, transporting the Yanlong Stone back and forth.

The Yanlong Stone is not big, one piece is no more than the size of a palm, but Beihan can feel an extremely strong fire aura fluctuating from it at a distance of several feet.

"Faster!"

Su Lian yelled, his brows were tightly locked together, but his eyes were worriedly staring at the ancestor who was not far away, the corner of the latter's mouth was slowly dripping with blood, and his body was trembling violently.

The power of this demon palm is too great, the body is as hard as divine gold, the soul is even more exaggerated, it has the pupil power of illusion, and the cross chains like dragons, these are completely beyond the shackles of the heavenly space, His strength is far beyond the peak of the Nine Heavens of Martial Artists.

"puff--"

Under this high-intensity load, the old man finally couldn't bear to spit out another mouthful of blood, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

"Ancestor!"

Everyone exclaimed, looking anxious, but they could only be anxious and couldn't help.

The only thing they can rely on is the Yanlong Formation, which possesses the profound meaning of the real dragon, and such a powerful formation can only be used by the ancestor who has the national treasure of the Yanlong Realm Sword.

"It's okay!"

The old man's complexion was like gold paper, and blood continued to flow down the corners of his mouth, but his voice was unwavering, and there was a strong blazing heat in his eyes.

"It won't last any longer!"

The old man said weakly, and just as he said, after a long time in the flames of the real dragon battle, the mist around the demon's palm has been wiped away a lot, and the decayed and withered body has also been wiped out by the erosion of the real dragon's breath.

"Roar--"

The angry and unwilling soul of the Demon Palm resounded in everyone's minds, and the originally illusory body became thicker in an instant, and the three-pointed rainbow light in the blood-red eye was also spinning rapidly, majestic and powerful. The impact of spiritual power fluctuations came.

"Wow—"

The chain roared out again, and the space trembled a little at the path of the trajectory. Accompanied by the endless mist, the chain as thick as the mouth of the bowl was completely entangled with the flame dragon.

It is full of might, much stronger than it was at the beginning.

"Cross Prison Soul Fall!"

Bei Han frowned secretly, and recognized the origin of this move at a glance. The second form of the official chain technique, between swings, was like a dragon going out to sea, and the whistling sound was like a strong wind. fear.

Back to the light, the power is even stronger, this demon palm has already begun to desperately.

It is very rare for a strong martial king in the lower Tianwu world to have a strong martial king appear in this world. Every time he appears in this world, he has to bear the backlash of the principles of Tianwu Dao.

However, there is such a powerful King Wu here. Even the ancestors of the King Wu realm combined the power of the whole dynasty to create the Immortal Restriction - Yanlong Formation, it is difficult to defeat the opponent.

"This devil's palm is much stronger than the ecstasy envoy, and it is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary martial kings!"

Bei Han sighed, his heart fluctuated greatly. He knew that in front of this demon's palm, he was like an ant, and he would be bombarded and killed by the opponent within a breath of contact.

Just now, he was able to snatch food from the tiger's mouth and rescue Fairy Sulian. On the one hand, Beihan's own speed was extremely fast, and Beihan's luck was extremely good, and he was not directly contacted by the other party.

As Beihan said, the power of this demon palm has reached the realm of the sixth heaven of the Martial King, and it is indeed as powerful as the sky in front of the pioneers composed of only the Martial Master and the Martial King who can only fully display the martial master's combat power. Can't match.

The magic palm showed its power, and the billowing mist once again enveloped the area, covering up the light of the flame dragon, and the entire restriction seemed to become dim at this moment, and it would be broken at any time.

"Ah—break it for me!"

At this critical moment, the old man yelled wildly, sprayed three mouthfuls of blood, and waved the sword in his hand like a whirlwind. At this moment, the flame dragon outside the restriction also became extremely flexible. Technique, constantly bombarded in the palm of the devil.

"Boom--"

With a shaking that shook the sky and the earth, the flame dragon and the howling chain collided together, and suddenly the spiritual power was like a tsunami, and the prohibition could not stop it. Most of the warriors couldn't help but backed away It's a few feet.

The old man overdrawn his own life and used the most splendid attack, whose power was even more terrifying than the Soul Fall of the Cross Prison.

The strong collision scattered wantonly, raising endless fog and dust, covering everyone's sight.

In the end, the blood-red mist disappeared, and the demon palm was shattered into a pile of rotten meat before the restriction, decaying and dying at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into dust.

"Success!"

Everyone cheered, let out a long breath, and looked at the thin and old figure in front of them, their eyes were filled with admiration, but at this moment, that tall and straight body slowly fell under everyone's attention. down.

"Ancestor!"

Everyone screamed and quickly surrounded him, Su Lian even gently lifted up the old body, his delicate and beautiful face was full of anxiety.

"I'm old...it's really useless..."

The old man said weakly, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth with the bright and eye-catching blood.

"Master...you will be fine..."

Su Lian cried, looking at the haggard old man who had aged hundreds of years, he couldn't help but shed tears.

"Hehe... I have lived for more than 500 years... Is it finally time to leave..."

The old man smiled and struggled to stand up, his dim eyes swept around the pioneer camp and Xiaoyoutian City shrouded in bloody mist, his face was full of serenity.

"No... Master..."

Su Lian shouted, unable to accept what the old man said.

"Master, you are the protector of the Yan Dynasty for hundreds of years. You are the strongest existence and you will never fall!"

The old man smiled wryly, turned his head, and looked at Su Lian.

"Su Lian, you don't have to worry, besides me, there is a background that you don't know about in our Great Yan Dynasty. I am definitely not the strongest. Without me, the Great Yan Dynasty will not be affected. ..."

"It's you, who has the blood of the ancient silver spirit. As long as you practice hard, you will be able to cross the road to the sky and go to a higher world. I hope you will take good care of me, the Great Yan Dynasty. ..."

The old man smiled, wanting to face death calmly. He has seen life and death through the vicissitudes of hundreds of years.

But the next moment his smile froze suddenly, as if he had discovered something terrible, his face was full of despair.

"This...how could this be..."

The blood from the old man's mouth slowly left, making the original fire robe more colorful, and then fell down again.

Then one after another extremely powerful figures appeared outside the restriction, and the violent spiritual power suddenly erupted, and the holy magic had not been performed yet, just the fluctuation of itself made everyone feel extremely oppressed.

Looking at those powerful figures, an irresistible sense of despair surged in every Yan Lingwei's heart.

(End of this chapter)