The former true disciples who saw this scene from behind undoubtedly took a breath of air. Among the five Kunlun clans today, the corpse clan is famous for its physical strength.
Even the Monster Clan, which always boasts of being physically powerful, is slightly inferior to the Corpse Clan.
The zombie clan and the ghost clan, among the five Kunlun clans, practice the path of death together, but their development directions are completely different.
The zombie tribe studies the refining methods of various demonic zombies and monster zombies, and refines the corpses of various powerful beings. No matter they are the corpses of humans, gods, monsters, or spiritual beasts, they will not let them go.
He would even apply this corpse-refining technique to his own body, pursuing a state of immortality, using corpses to prove the Tao, and become a corpse god.
Among the five ethnic groups today, it is the least popular among other ethnic groups. It is the same for everyone. How can a ethnic group that always stares at the various ancestral graves in your family make people feel at ease.
But despite facing such great pressure, the Corpse Clan does not have as many people as other tribes, but it has existed peacefully for tens of thousands of years, and its inheritance has never been extinguished.
Hundreds of ancient tribes, many powerful races have disappeared into thin air and passed through the long river of history. The fact that the Corpse Clan can achieve this level has a lot to do with its almost abnormal body-training techniques.
But with such physical strength and extremely terrifying peak half-saint of the zombie clan, Xiao Chen pulled him out and brought him out. How could anyone not be surprised
Wang Can looked shocked, and he didn't expect that he would be carried flying by the other party in just one moment.
However, he reacted quickly and decisively and let go, killing Xiao Chen with a cold look. He was still very confident in his body.
Among the warriors of his generation, absolutely no one could defeat him in close combat. It was just carelessness.
But he was disappointed, not because he was careless and lost to Xiao Chen in the physical competition.
But he is really inferior to Xiao Chen. In terms of physical body, Xiao Chen is now a second-level holy body. He has taken a variety of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and in terms of strength, he has a terrifying strength of more than two million kilograms.
boom! boom! boom!
The two of them executed three moves in a row, and finally exchanged blows with their fists. As soon as Pu made contact, Wang Can was sent flying by Xiao Chen.
However, Xiao Chen also felt that his fingers were slightly numb, and the other party's body seemed to have been separated from flesh and blood, like some kind of metallic material.
Raising his brows slightly, Xiao Chen secretly thought that the Corpse Clan's body refining skills should not be underestimated.
With this thought in mind, he did not stop moving. He threw away the black whip in his hand and stepped on the Thunder Dragon Step to kill this person directly.
He has long wanted to experience foreign masters. If there is a chance, it would be a good thing to seize the Death Throne.
Wang Can was knocked away by Xiao Chen's punch. He was shocked and angry. His body somersaulted and he sat on the throne of death again.
Looking at Xiao Chen who was chasing after him, the black marks on his eyebrows flashed, and the black clouds under the throne began to roll continuously.
On the throne of death, the remnant of the king who had been in a state of embarrassment before was now like a king in the dark night, with the aura of decay and death filling the air.
Facing Xiao Chen who was chasing after him, he calmly slapped his palm, and streaks of black smoke shot out from the throne. Like tentacles, the hand wrapped around Wang Can spread to his palm, forming the word "death".
Xiao Chen chased him too fast and couldn't retreat even if he wanted to. The moment the word "death" was formed, a pair of fleshy palms rushed forward with the power of a mountain torrent.
The power of one palm is more than two million kilograms, and it can blow up a hill in front of Xiao Chen.
But Wang Can sat on the throne of death, motionless, but the black clouds under the throne began to roll more violently, and a will of death burst out from Wang Can's palm.
Xiao Chen didn't have time to unleash his Immortal Thunder Will, and he was knocked back. The energy and blood in his body surged, and hot blood surged up.
On the palm of the hand, there is even more black death energy wrapped around it. The vitality quickly dies and slowly decays at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a moment, Xiao Chen's smooth and white palms grew old quickly. It was as skinny as firewood and full of ravines, just like the palm of a seventy or eighty-year-old mortal. It looked very scary.
The deathly energy was still spreading, rushing upwards.
The group of people in the distance were horrified. The will to die was so terrifying. Xiao Chen looked at his palm and frowned slightly, but he wasn't too worried.
He has bigger troubles. In the sea of consciousness, the mental power of the Killing Throne is wrapped in layers like a cocoon. After the opponent released his will to die, cracks began to appear, and there were signs of breaking free at any time.
Shaking his hand, the Immortal Thunder Will turned into a burst of thunder and fire, removing the death energy from his arm bit by bit, and there was a crackling sound and black smoke rising out.
Xiao Chen's lifeless palm suddenly regained its luster and recovered as before, and his fingers were as nimble as before.
Wang Can's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "After understanding the will of thunder, no wonder you dare to steal my Wang Can's things, but this is your trump card, you still have to die!"
Xiao Chen didn't want to expose the secret of the Blood Throne, but the opponent was pressing forward step by step, and he had to draw the Moon Shadow Sword to fight.
The black clouds rolled, and the sound as dull as thunder sounded continuously. Wang Can, who was sitting on the throne, came over with the power of the dead.
In the starry sky, the two people quickly started fighting. With the pressure of each other's death will, more and more cocoon-like mental cracks appeared in the sea of consciousness.
On the Haotian Sect's king-class battleship, the two deputy palace masters looked far away and frowned deeply when they saw the battle.
"The throne seems to have been left by the ancient evil king, but it was actually given to a descendant of the Corpse Clan."
"The throne is divided into seven. The corpse clan practices the way of death. It is a perfect match to get the throne of death. Xiao Chen is afraid that he will be in trouble."
"It's hard for you and me to take action. The corpse dragon battleship of the corpse tribe must be not far away."
"It depends on the situation. If Xiao Chen's life is really in danger, he will have to take action even if he doesn't. I just hope that the opponent is not a king-class battleship."
While the two were talking, they sent the battleship towards the place where Xiao Chen and Wang Can fought, and at the same time picked up the scattered Haotian Sect disciples one by one.
Without looking away for a moment, Xiao Chen and Wang Can were ready to take action as soon as something went wrong.
Wang Can saw the warship flying in, and there were two powerful high-level martial saints, but his expression did not change at all, and his every move was extremely deadly.
Judging from the situation, Xiao Chen was afraid of exposing his throne, so he seemed quite conservative. He could only be on the defensive in front of the surging Wang Can.
"Hand over the high-grade flame crystal stone, and today's matter will be settled."
Wang Can felt that he had the upper hand. Two high-level martial saints from the Haotian Sect had arrived. It was impossible to kill Xiao Chen. He could only give up when he saw the opportunity.
Click!
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the spiritual power surrounding the Blood Throne in Xiao Chen's sea of consciousness was completely shattered, and a violent killing aura surged out.
A red cloud rolled up and down under Xiao Chen's feet, and the Bloody Throne of Killing lay quietly on it, waiting for its king.
As soon as the Bloody Throne appeared, the expression on Wang Can's face changed completely, and he said with some excitement: "The Killing Throne, hahaha, it seems that my luck is really not so good, I actually touched the Killing Throne."
"Yeah, you're really lucky."
The secret was exposed, and Xiao Chen, who had been holding back, finally gathered murderous intent in his brows. His cold voice was like a bone spur, making Wang Can feel a chill for no reason.
boom!
Xiao Chen sat down gently and leaned back on the throne. The sky's momentum turned into red light and rose into the sky. Faintly, in the red light, there seemed to be a nine-foot golden dragon soaring.
The aura of the king's true dragon was not suppressed at this moment, and was released along with the killing mood.
The terrifying pressure knocked back Wang Can's momentum in an instant, so much so that he couldn't even breathe.
The clothes and hair on his body were dancing crazily towards the back, and Wang Can's whole body seemed to be flying.
He slapped his palm hard on the armrest, and the will of death in the throne surged together, and black light rose into the sky.
The mark between Wang Can's brows flashed continuously, and the pressure of the will of death collided with Xiao Chen's pressure of killing the true dragon.
In the endless starry sky, a strange scene suddenly formed, one black and one red, two rays of light in the sky, reflecting each other, forming circles of cosmic storms.
The meteorites flying around deviated from their original trajectories and spun around the two of them.
The secret of the throne was exposed, and Xiao Chen no longer had any scruples. The killing mood combined with the king's true dragon formed a huge coercion. He faced the opponent head-on and never retreated.
In the sea of consciousness, the purple talisman rotates gently, not firing, ready to give the opponent a fatal blow at any time.
Wang Can's swarthy face looked very ugly. I could clearly sense that he had not signed a contract with the being inside the throne and could not elevate his artistic conception to the will to kill.
Why can't my death will have the full advantage, yet I still have to work so hard, and even feel slightly at a disadvantage
With the confrontation of momentum and coercion, the cosmic storm formed around the two became even more rapid.
Not only can it cause meteorites flying around to deviate from their trajectory, the suction force formed by it can even actively pull meteorites from far away directly and violently.
More and more meteorites gathered in the sky. In the blink of an eye, thousands of meteorites gathered in the sky, spinning crazily to form a circle of meteorites that was thousands of feet high.
Through the gaps between the meteorites, one can see two thrones, one black and one red, standing opposite each other, spiraling upward. The two people on the throne were all dressed in fluttering clothes and their long hair was flying.
The two thrones hovering upward were about to completely break away from the meteorites in the starry sky. Their eyes were fixed and they stood up at the same time.
"kill!"
"die!"
The terrifying energy mixed with the boundless momentum exploded out at the same time. Thousands of meteorites turned into powder in an instant, and the dust in the starry sky rolled endlessly and scattered in all directions.
On the Haotian Sect King-class battleship, the former true disciples were all shocked when they saw this magnificent scene.