Mysterious Unparalleled Draw

As the world-shattering evildoer of the previous generation of the Wing Clan, the 857 creatures transformed by the Holy Prince are extremely powerful. They are two genius quasi-emperors, and they are taught by the Holy Prince. Their strength is simply immeasurable.

In the main hall, the furnishings are very luxurious, and there are magical formations on the walls, shining brightly.

On both sides of the main hall were full of weapon racks, on which was a divine weapon sharp weapon, all of which contained endless terrifying fluctuations and were obviously of extraordinary quality.

These divine weapons and weapons are all the trophies of the Holy Prince, each of which was captured from his enemies.

The floor of the hall is paved with endless high-grade spiritual stones. It can be said that the entire hall is like a treasure trove.

At the top, there is a shining throne made of top-quality rare treasures, and the Holy Prince is sitting on the throne.

He is heroic and stalwart, his blonde hair is windless and automatic, his face is cut like a knife, his sword eyebrows are drawn into his temples, and there are endless disillusioned stars in his eyes, unfathomable, like the resurrection of ancient sages.

"Brother, why don't you speak? That vile heresy stepped on my face!" Goode's face was very ugly.

"If you go on like this, you will die outside one day sooner or later. Even if you stand behind me, it won't help." The Holy Prince's voice was very flat.

"With Big Brother here, who would dare to attack me?" Gu Deman said indifferently.

The name of the Holy Prince is famous all over the world. He is a strong man of the older generation, and he does not want to provoke such a supreme evildoer. Who would dare to attack him?

However, there are always surprises, such as Xiao Fan's outrageous shot this time.

"You should restrain yourself."

The Holy Prince frowned, the endless stars in his eyes were disillusioned, and a holy light shot out from it, suppressing Goode on the spot.

"I suppressed you for a year, and you can move freely after a year. During this year, you practiced secret techniques in my eyes, understand?"

"Ah, don't!" Goode looked unwilling, but he couldn't get rid of the holy light.

He was extremely frustrated and said with hatred: "Brother, you must not let go of that vile heresy. His physique is extremely miraculous, and it is definitely worth your shot."

"The so-called physique is nothing. In my eyes, there is only the difference between the dead and the living! The only way to cultivate the Tao is to understand the Tao, and everything else is just vain."

"Brother, that vile heresy is immortal, I can't help it, and it will eventually become my inner demon!" Goode shouted.

"Go to retreat well, if there is no more diligence, I will continue to suppress you!" The Holy Prince's eyes flashed, endless holy light surged, and Goode was included in his divine pupil on the spot.

"Lanche, Hua Jiu, come in."

With the low voice of the Holy Prince, two tall (bfde) creatures walked into the hall.

One of them is a human race, with black hair and black eyes, wearing a golden armor, and holding a pair of large copper hammers surrounded by thunder.

The other is more than two meters tall, with golden light shining all over his body, and a pair of golden wings. Every inch of his skin is like metal, shining brightly. This is a member of the Red Gold God Race.

"Meet the master!"

As soon as the two entered the hall, they kneeled on the ground respectfully and looked at the Holy Prince with admiration.

They are all strong men who have been transformed by the Holy Prince. They are sober and no different from ordinary people, but they are obedient to the Holy Prince.

This is the terrifying part of the Wing Clan's transformation technique.

After being transformed by the Wing Clan's transformation technique, it is no different from ordinary people and cannot be detected at all.

"Go and fetch the head of that monster from the East called Xiao Fan." The Holy Prince said calmly and indifferently.

"But the evildoer in the Eastern Region who is in charge of the Imperial Army?" The human race named Hua Jiu was taken aback.

"Why should you care about those foreign objects, the strong should be confident! After all, it is not the ultimate emperor soldier that belongs to him alone, after all, it is just a dead thing." The Holy Prince said lightly.

"What the master taught." The two bowed their heads in unison.

The Holy Prince nodded and said: "However, that Jidao Emperor is a little troublesome. Let's go with my eternal holy sword. If you can resist it for a while, it will be enough for you to capture it."

"Master, you don't have to do this, right? With the cooperation of the two of us, it is enough to suppress the emperor's soldiers before they are sacrificed."

"The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. I don't want an accident to happen. Let's go and take the head off." The Holy Prince said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden long sword from his waist flew out and landed firmly beside the two of them.

"Yes, Master!"

The two nodded in unison, and then Lan Che respectfully put the eternal holy sword in his hand and exited the hall.

After exiting the hall, the two flew towards the place where the dragon tomb was, and whispered.

"It is said that the kind of ancient scriptures that the master cultivates will soon be completed, and even the demon emperor will not be the master's opponent."

"The Demon Emperor is not from this life at all. In a sense, the master of the younger generation is already number one in the world."

"The strength of the master is simply unpredictable. I am afraid that the emperor will fight for the front in the near future, and the master will sweep the world and step on the bones and become the emperor."

And just when Lan Che and Hua Jiu flew out of the hall, Xiao Fan and others in the dragon tomb finally knew why the demon emperor and other strong men used the emperor's soldiers. .

Chapter 3 The blood of Qingming is secret! (5/[-], please subscribe)

"Why is there a godless soldier stationed here?" The virtuous Taoist looked surprised.

"This... This seems to be the Netherworld Tower of the Great Emperor Qingming!" The old monk's expression changed.

Not far ahead, a group of creatures looked up at a certain place in the sky with shocking expressions. There was chaos there, and there were two extreme emperor soldiers fighting for the front, creating a chain of order gods, shaking the world.

One of them is a demon pot, while the other is a white bone tower, radiant with brilliance, and endless terrifying fluctuations spread out.

Xiao Fan frowned slightly, he remembered some legends about Emperor Qingming.