"Ah..." the ancient king Longshou roared. As the ancestor of a clan, he had few rivals in the world during the ancient times, but he was knocked down by a turtle with a slap. He almost went crazy.
Heiwu lay on the barbarian king's head, quite calm, tilted his neck, and said slowly, "It's useless for you to break your throat."
The Longshou Patriarch was trembling with anger, his eyes were as cold, icy, and flickering as two sharp knives. He stood up and pushed forward step by step.
All the light hit the tortoise's shell, and all kinds of gods were split on the mysterious armor intertwined with black lines, all of which were silently annihilated.
"Snapped!"
Moreover, at this moment, the black tortoise protruded another big claw, which was as big as a dustpan, and directly slapped the ancient dragon head king over, and fell to the ground again.
"Crackling!"
The patriarch king's bones exploded, and he didn't know how many pieces were cracked. He was covered in blood and almost disintegrated. He turned into a blazing light and escaped, standing hundreds of feet away.
The Patriarch King Longshou's face was livid, as ugly as he wanted, just now he was looking down at everyone, but now he was almost beaten to death by a turtle, which made him feel so embarrassing.
"Remember who I am?" The black turtle slowly landed on the barbarian king's head, shaking a small paw, and said, "Xuanwu, I am the great Xuanwu."
"Ah..." The ancestor king of the dragon head was almost insane. He thought it was a kind of humiliation. The two dragon horns on his head shone brightly, emitting a radiant light. He wanted to cut through the sky, accompanied by the roar of the rumbling avenue.
"boom!"
Suddenly, the aura of the ancient great emperor filled the air, and the sound waves of the Great Dao were deafening!
Green streams of air fell one after another from the sky above the vast sky, each one was as thick as a mountain, grand and heavy, like the sky river hanging down one after another.
On the endless and distant sky, there is a small independent world in a trance, where the chaos is surging, the earth, fire, wind and water are swirling, and there are green towers looming in the middle.
This is an overwhelming atmosphere, upright and peaceful, without aggressive power, but it has a kind of sacredness and solemnity that cannot be violated.
Not to mention ordinary monks, even the ancient king Longshou and the black turtle froze, not daring to move rashly, even they felt that if they acted recklessly, they would definitely be destroyed.
West Emperor Tower!
That is to say, the Green Golden Pagoda of Immortal Tears, which was cast by the Queen Mother of the West herself in those years.
"There are rules in the Yaochi Conference. No one is allowed to provoke a war here. I hope the ancestors of Yinlongchuan will abide by it." The voice of the Queen Mother of Yaochi came from the sky.
The Jidao Emperor Bing itself is an invincible existence, it is an alternative continuation of the life of the ancient emperor, who in the world dares to try his own way to resist? Once the emperor's army recovers, the ancestor king will also drink hatred if he rushes up!
However, the process of recovery is a bit slow, the extreme emperor soldiers are difficult to control, and it takes a long time for many powerful forces to fully activate, and they will be drained of essence at every turn.
Otherwise, with an imperial weapon in hand, it can be said that I have it in the world, and who can match it
Except for the ancient emperor himself, no one can really and completely mobilize the emperor's soldiers, not even saints, even if they can operate, it will be quite difficult.
Of course, in the respective mountain gates, there must be formation patterns laid down by the ancient emperor himself, which can speed up the recovery of the extreme emperor soldiers without consuming too much energy, so the green golden pagoda of Xianlei has manifested at this time.
The Queen Mother of the West spoke only to the ancient king Longshou, and even the green pillar of air just fell on top of his head, making him feel great pressure and even a little fear.
In this pure land of Yaochi, the West Emperor Pagoda surpasses everything in the mortal world, but if anyone enters this place, the saint will not be free.
Seeing that there was no pillar of air hanging above its head, the black tortoise was quite satisfied, then stretched out a small claw to hook the ancient king of the dragon head, and said: "If you are not convinced, come here, and carve two basalts on your face." Character."
The ancient king Longshou sprayed white smoke from his nostrils. Not long ago, he was full of vigor, pointing the world, and looking down at all living beings. The detached attitude was gone.
"There is a kind of go out with me to fight!"
"Just waiting for your words, let's go, the great Xuanwu will engrave a piece of history, and write a grand epic on your face!" Hei Turtle said.
"good!"
Duan De, Li Tian, and Li Heishui applauded secretly, for fear of making a fuss.
Many human monks also showed smiles, thinking that this tortoise is too temperamental, and this kind of attack really stomped this arrogant ancestor king from the sky to the ground.
No one stopped him, and in fact no one could stop him. The Ancient King Longshou didn't want to stay for a moment, so he rushed out first.
The black tortoise landed on the ground and became as tall as a person. It stood upright, like a weirdo with a black pot on its back, its hind legs landed on the ground, its two front paws were carrying a carcass, and it walked out slowly, not much better than a snail.
The ancient king who stood outside the Yaochi waited for a full quarter of an hour, his eyes spit fire and his head almost turned white before he saw that turtle bastard slowly pacing towards him.
Without any extra words, the ancient king of the dragon head directly displayed the strongest magic. The ring behind his head was dazzling, overwhelming the sun in the sky.
The halo magnifies and turns into a disc, which is gorgeous and dazzing. It devours the energy of all living beings, plunders the vitality of heaven and earth, and casts it into an immortal treasure wheel.
"when… "
The clear sound pierced the heavens and the earth, and the chakra behind his head became more dazzling, setting him off like a god, his whole body was crystal clear.
"boom!"
Finally, the treasure wheel glowed and roared, like a disk of reincarnation, shining on the black turtle, and the power of reincarnation was shot out.
"Reincarnation!"
The Dragon Head Patriarch shouted loudly, quite domineering, with one step forward, the sky in all directions trembled, the treasure wheel pressed down, and the sky outside the Yaochi almost returned to chaos.
"Just because you dare to compare domineering power with the great Xuanwu, let me break you!" The black tortoise retracted into its shell again, letting you do all kinds of gods and spells, all of which are useless.
All kinds of laws turned into blazing light, and all fell on the black tortoise shell. There were mysterious and ancient lines flickering on it, dispelling endless divine light, and it was difficult to break through.
In the distance, people were amazed, probably there are few people in the whole world whose defense power is abnormal than him, and he can fight against the ancestor king's strongest god race without losing it.
"What's the origin of this basalt?" Ye Fan leaned in front of the barbarian king and asked in a low voice. He only knew that he was the patron saint of the barbarians, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.
"Who raised it? When I think about it, it should belong to my grandpa's grandpa..." The barbarian king mentioned a lot of grandpa's grandpas behind him. Over six thousand years old.
On weekdays, this tortoise doesn't pay much attention to anyone, and only talks to the barbarian king occasionally, but he didn't expect to see an ancestor king talking so much today.
"Go to hell with me!" The ancient king Longshou yelled, the disk behind his head became even more dazzling, blazing like the sun, and sank down, suppressing Xuanwu. With his roar, the mountains collapsed, and even the clouds hundreds of miles away were shaken away, and the mountains and rivers were swallowed up.
"You are not as good as me as domineering, let's see who is better!" Hei Gui was not afraid, and also shouted.
It poked its head out of the turtle shell, swung a pair of old black fists, and directly smashed the world, roaring: "Bawangshen Fist!"
It can be said that its movements are very funny, and its name is not very well named. It sounds like Wang Bashen Fist, but it is indeed powerful and thick.
With the black fist, the first punch directly blasted the disc and cracked it, the second punch directly broke the two arms of the ancient dragon head king, and the third punch pierced his chest.
The dragon head, the ancient king, was blown to pieces, and then turned into a beam of light that appeared in the distance, reorganized his body, his face was livid, and it was extremely difficult to see.
"Wang Baquan... I fucking lost to Wang Baquan!"
"I don't have a long memory. This is the Bawangshenquan created by the great Xuanwu. Today I want you to remember it forever!"
The black tortoise stood upright and charged forward, swinging its two old black fists, like two big millstones, whistling with wind, the surrounding mountains were like paper, they all rose from the ground and flew towards the ground. distance.
People are horrified, there are all kinds of gods densely covered on those two black fists, no wonder they can smash all the mysteries of the ancient king, there is the power of heaven circulating.
"boom!"
The two saints fought together again, and it must be said that the black turtle was in a terrible mess, smashing the vacuum with two old fists and destroying all obstacles.
It punched a hundred and eight punches in one breath, although most of them were resolved by the desperate Dragon Head Ancient King, but still a lot of punch shadows landed on his body.
"Remember, this is Wang Bashen Fist!"
The body of the ancient dragon head king was disintegrating, leaving indelible black marks on the flesh and bones.
Especially on his face, there are more than a dozen lines, all of which are black, resembling little turtles, which are left by fist marks.
When they separated again, the ancient king Longshou was about to go crazy. Not only was he defeated, but he was also engraved with a mark of shame. The black light flickered and could not be erased at all.
Everyone almost laughed, even the various races of the ancient times were no exception. Frightened by the might of the ancient king, they were holding back their laughter.
The ancient dragon head king was covered in bruises, especially his face, which was marked with more than a dozen small turtles, which could not be melted away.
"Remember, Lao Tzu is Xuan Wu, if you dare to remember wrongly, I will also engrave your Yuanshen!" Hei Gui said solemnly, with a serious face, but it made people want to laugh.
The ancient king Longshou is really crazy, is there anything more shameful than this? Previously, the display of force and the humiliation of the human race had suppressed no one in the Quartet daring to speak out.
But at this time, he was beaten up by a bastard, and the tortoise marks were carved on his body and face, and they were carved with great magic power, which could not be erased.
"You tortoise... you have eight fists!" The Dragon Shougu King gritted his teeth.
"I tell you very seriously, the great Xuanwu is angry, and wants to blow you to pieces with Wangbashen Fist!" The black turtle looked serious, then swung his old fist and charged forward.
The God of the Great Dao shone in all directions, his mana was like the sea, and the earth, fire, and feng shui rotated. The two fought until the sky collapsed and the earth was torn apart. The Dragon Head Ancient King was almost exploded by a pair of black turtle fists.
In the end, he uttered a loud roar that he didn't dare to, and was exasperated, and then...turned around...fleeing with his head in his arms, and started to run away.
At this moment, he didn't care about anything else, any face, any majesty is empty, the most important thing is to survive.
At this time, he was really afraid of the turtle, and he panicked and turned into clouds, wind, and lightning, and fled all the way.
"Remember, Laozi is the great Xuanwu!" The tortoise chased after him, serious, and didn't want to let him go.
This is obviously a huge event with serious consequences. After all, they are chasing and killing an ancient ancestor king, but people laugh, and it is difficult to have that sense of urgency.
The same is true for all the ancient races, but they can't laugh when they want to laugh, and they feel very uncomfortable. It's crazy, a tortoise raised in the human race is a saint, beat a powerful ancient king to the ground, and let all the races live
In the end, all the monks of the human race laughed, feeling very happy. This ancient king who despised the human race and wanted to suppress the saints should be chased and killed by a "great Xuanwu".