The meteorite group in the starry sky was annihilated in ashes. In the dust, Xiao Chen's extreme killing concept combined with the king's true dragon energy formed a golden word of killing. \/\/ learn www.do./\/\
From the throne behind Wang Can, countless black death energy and terrifying will of death surged out, forming a black and ferocious word "death" in the void.
The two of them pointed at each other, and the golden word "kill" and the black word "death" collided violently in the starry sky.
After all, will is will, which is one level higher than artistic conception. The extreme killing mood combined with the king's true dragon energy may be stronger in terms of coercion, but the real destructive power of the two is still very different.
With a pop, the golden word "kill" dispersed and turned into streaks of free killing energy, swimming in the starry sky.
Wang Can's swarthy face showed a hint of a sinister smile, and he shouted: "Behead!"
The slightly weak word "death" turned into a slender black sword and slashed angrily towards Xiao Chen. This was the incarnation of his will, called the Sword of the Dead.
At this moment, Wang Can's eyes were full of confidence. Although his will to die was entangled with the extreme killing, it had lost several layers of power. But for the will of death to defeat a will of energy, it is still a matter of easy grasp.
Once this sword is released, it will be able to easily break Xiao Chen's thunderous will, and then seize the killing throne. He will be completely promoted to the invincible realm of the semi-saint realm.
But there is always a subtle difference between ideas and reality in things in the world. Xiao Chen's thunder will is not an ordinary energy will, but an immortal thunder will, copying the divine thunder and writing immortal talisman seals.
If it is a complete will of death, it may have the advantage of higher will.
It is still possible to compete with Xiao Chen's immortal thunder will, but with several percent of the death will consumed, it is not enough to see.
Purple light flashed between the eyebrows, and the talisman with the immortal inscription flashed out, and the electric light tore apart, and the black long sword was blown into nothingness in an instant.
Wang Can spat out a mouthful of black blood, but before he could make any move, the purple talisman came in a flash with the power of immortal thunder, blooming with dazzling brilliance in the starry sky.
When the lightning stopped, Wang Can's men had been knocked ten miles away. The huge meteorites were directly smashed into powder by him, and a blood hole as big as a bowl appeared on his chest. The sparks of lightning were still flickering. .
Xiao Chen raised his head and took a look, feeling slightly frightened. He really didn't know what kind of material this guy's body was made of. Even the Will Talisman and Seal couldn't penetrate it.
It was clear that the other party was not wearing any inner armor or secret treasure.
But this has nothing to do with Xiao Chen. At this moment, Wang Can has lost his fighting ability and poses no threat to him.
He stepped lightly on the starry sky and came to the throne of death. With a burning look in his eyes, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand to grab the throne.
At this moment, an extremely dangerous feeling came over. In the distant starry sky, three black dragon's breaths penetrated the starry sky and shot towards Xiao Chen.
As long as Xiao Chen makes a move to grab the Death Throne, he will be immediately hit by the dragon's breath. It is very likely that he will be directly crushed into blood and die without a complete body.
On the Haotian Sect's battleship, the two deputy palace masters said with surprised expressions: "The three dark dragon breaths are really king-level corpse dragon battleships."
"Xiao Chen retreat quickly, that is the dark dragon breath refined from the corpse of the real dragon, you must not resist it."
The palace master on the left quickly sent a message to Xiao Chen and ordered him to retreat.
Xiao Chen's face darkened, but he had no intention of giving up. He had already expected that there must be a big force behind Wang Can, otherwise he would not have been so afraid of the throne being exposed in the first place.
A single king cripple would not let him do this.
But now that the throne has been exposed, if he leaves like this, he will not get any benefits, but also expose the fact that he holds a valuable treasure, which is really hard to reconcile with.
He glanced lightly, and two rays of light, one purple and one white, flashed out quickly in his eyes. The fire of Taiyin and the True Fire of Purple Thunder are chasing each other in the void.
In the blink of an eye, a Tai Chi Chaos Picture is formed, with Zhou Tian Bagua, Liang Yi and Four Symbols, various mysterious heaven and earth talismans, and the four sacred beasts flashing in the Tai Chi Flame Picture, forming a complete general trend.
"What does he want to do?"
The deputy palace master on the left has deep doubts in his eyes, and he is puzzled.
"It's over. The Dark Dragon's Breath can easily kill a low-level Martial Saint. We don't dare to kill him casually." The palace master on the right sighed in despair.
Golden light flashed, and thousands of rays of light burst out on the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Flame Diagram. To everyone's surprise, it actually blocked three dragon breaths in the eyes of everyone's astonishment.
It only blocked it for a second, but that second was enough to do something good.
Reaching out to grab the Death Throne and throwing it into the Qiankun Ring, Xiao Chen's feet exploded with lightning and he quickly dodged towards the king-class battleship.
The black aftermath surged in all directions like lake water. Like a wave of death, meteorites in the starry sky were silently crushed into powder.
The aftermath came too fast, and Xiao Chen could not completely avoid it. He activated the holy pagoda in his chest, forming a shadow of the pagoda that enveloped his whole body.
The shadow shattered, Xiao Chen's body rolled several times, and a large mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth. Not daring to look back, Xiao Chen stepped on the void and continued to fly towards the king-class battleship.
"It ran pretty fast."
A deep voice came from behind, a blurry black shadow in the distance, and a black chain tied to each limb and wrist.
The terrifying aura came from the black shadow, which was extremely depressing. This was a ruthless character that Xiao Chen could never deal with.
Whoosh, a burst of fire suddenly flew in front of Xiao Chen. As soon as he fell, he came to Xiao Chen's rear and blocked his pursuers.
But it was Elder Bai, the master of the Zhantian Palace. He was holding a five-foot long sword with a red sword body and flames swirling around the starting point. He slashed at the strange black shadow with one strike.
boom!
The black shadow that made Xiao Chen feel like his breathing was suppressed was sent flying directly by the sword. The fire light swept across it and looked extremely bright in the starry sky.
Xiao Chen landed on the deck of the king-class battleship and saw clearly that the black figure turned out to be black all over, as hard as cold iron, and lifeless.
Behind Demon Zombie, there was an old corpse clan man holding a long whip, confronting Elder Bai.
The corpse clan old man frowned when he saw Elder Bai's appearance. A master-level martial saint who had understood the will came here, and now he was in a bit of trouble.
The long whip in his hand was waved in the air, and as if it was magical, Mo Zheng, whose hands and feet were wrapped in chains, quickly flew over from a distance and stood in front of this person.
If you look closely, you will find that there is a three-foot-long wound on the chest of this demon zombie. It cannot be healed no matter what. Disgusting liquid keeps pouring out of the wound.
It was exactly caused by Elder Bai's sword just now.
"Go away, you are neither human nor ghost."
Elder Bai was very disgusted with the zombie clan. After seeing the demonic zombie, his face became gloomy and terrifying, and he answered unceremoniously.
The old man of the corpse tribe was furious when he heard this. He could feel the invisible glow of flames and will of the other party, as well as thousands of thick heavenly laws behind him.
He swallowed the words in his mouth, not daring to say more.
Elder Bai is a master-level martial saint and has understood the will of fire to 60%. As long as the person who comes is not a quasi-emperor level expert, he will not have any scruples.
The Corpse Clan warrior seemed to have received some kind of message, and said coldly: "A reminder to your juniors, it's best not to leave the Tianwu Territory if nothing happens in the future."
After saying that, he flashed his body, put away his magic stiffness, and prepared to return.
"Shameless talk!"
With an angry shout, Elder Bai exerted the power of the Will of Fire to the extreme. The Heavenly Saint Law danced wildly behind him, waving out a flaming sword curtain up to a hundred feet high, rushing past like a vigorous river.
The corpse clan old man was startled. This guy attacked with all his strength, clearly intending to destroy him.
"help me!"
Boom!
A dust cloud dispersed in the starry sky, and three huge corpse dragons were tied together by chains, pulling a black palace and slowly emerged. An old man in black flew out of the palace.
The old man in black flew forward and waved out a ball of corpse fire containing the will of death, which silently assimilated Elder Bai's flaming sword curtain.
"The juniors are competing with each other, but their skills are not as good as others. Our Corpse Temple has already admitted defeat. Why do you need to be so aggressive?"
Elder Bai's eyes narrowed and he saw a golden corpse embroidered on the black clothes on this man's chest, sitting cross-legged.
With the brilliance in his eyes flowing, he finally snorted coldly and turned around to leave.
Both sides were wary and did not dare to fight. The chaos caused by the flame crystal ended like this, and they drove away from each other.
"Palace Master, how come they don't even want the Death Throne and just let us go."
The two-faced deputy palace master said very strangely that the Death Throne is a relic left by the ancient evil king, which is consistent with their death path.
Elder Bai said in a deep voice: "I guess the Death Throne has other tricks. Xiao Chen, you'd better put the brand into the Death Throne easily."
Xiao Chen nodded to express his understanding. When he killed the throne, he almost fell into the path of killing and couldn't extricate himself. This Death Throne does not need Elder Bai to remind him, he will act cautiously.
"what is that!"
On the deck, a disciple suddenly pointed forward and said in surprise.
Xiao Chen followed his gaze and saw a pure white sedan in the distance, covered with white gauze, floating ghostly in the starry sky. It looked very scary in the blink of an eye.
If you look carefully, you will find that the sedan is not flying automatically, but eight green shadow ghosts are carrying the sedan and running quickly in the starry sky.
"The eight ghosts carrying the sedan chair are the martial saint-level masters of the ghost tribe!"
"They followed the direction of the group of corpse dragon warships and chased them."
Elder Bai had a very bad impression of both the corpse clan and the ghost clan, and said in disgust: "Don't worry about it, just let them bite dogs."
Fellow zombies and ghosts are practicing on the Avenue of Death. One collects the corpses of the dead, and the other collects the souls of the dead. Their development directions are completely different, and they both dislike each other.
There are often wars breaking out between each other, and there are countless things that undermine each other. Therefore, Elder Bai and the other three are not too surprised by the appearance of the ghost sedan.
Xiao Chen was very interested in the ghost sedan, and his spiritual consciousness had been chasing him for a long distance. If his guess was correct.
The owner of the Corpse Dragon Battleship temporarily gave up the Death Throne. It is very likely that it has a lot to do with the ghost sedan that is chasing after him.
Suddenly, a gap opened in the curtain of the ghost sedan, and Xiao Chen could clearly see the face of the charming lady. He was startled and took a step back involuntarily.
There was clearly a female ghost sitting inside, with her long tongue hanging out, her eyes without beads, just a black hole with blood flowing from seven holes.
When I took a closer look, I realized that I had just seen a phantom, and the female ghost disappeared. A woman with fair skin, cold appearance, and a red dress smiled meaningfully at him and closed the curtain again.