Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Starry sky meteorites, gray extinction, dust, Xiao Chen extreme killing environment to match the king's true dragon Qi, forming a golden killing word.

The throne behind the king's handicap exudes countless black death, a horrible will to die, forming a black dead word in the void.

The two reached out and pointed at each other, and the golden and black dead words collided violently in the stars.

After all, will is will, a higher rank than will. The ultimate killing scenario is compatible with the king's true dragon qi. It may be stronger than the pressure, but the real destructive power of the two is still very different.

Puffing, the golden slaughter broke apart and turned into a free slaughter, swimming in the stars.

Wang's dark face revealed a glimmer of laughter and yelled: “Chop! ”

The slightly weak dead letter turned into a long black sword, slashed angrily towards Xiao Chen. This is the shape of his will, called the Sword of the Dead.

At this moment, Wang Bai is confident in his eyes. His will to die, though intertwined with extreme killing, has lost several layers of power. But the will to die triumphs over an energy will, or is it captured by hand?

With this sword, he will easily destroy Xiao Chen's thunderous will, and then take the throne of slaughter. He will be completely promoted to the invincible realm of the semi-havowed realm.

But things in the world, ideas and realities always have subtle differences, Xiao Chen's thunder will, not ordinary energy will, but immortal thunder will, copying thunder, writing immortal symbols.

If it is the complete will to die, it may prevail over the higher will.

There is also the possibility that Xiao Chen's immortal thunderous will may be slightly disputed, but can be consumed by a few percent of the will to die, where is enough to see.

The purple light of the eyebrows flickered, flowing with immortal inscriptions, flashing out, electric light tore, the black sword instantly exploded into nothingness.

Wang Bai spit out a bite of black blood and could not make a move. The purple symbol, with the power of immortal thunderbolt, flashed and revealed a glamorous light in the stars.

By the time the electro-optics stopped, Wang Zhi's people had been knocked off for 10 miles, a large meteorite was directly hit by him into the powder, his chest appeared a bowl-sized blood hole, silk and electric flowers still flashed.

Xiao Chen looked up and was also slightly surprised. I really don't know what material this guy's flesh is made of. The will charm can't be pierced.

True to see, the other party is not wearing any inner armor treasure.

However, this has nothing to do with Xiao Chen. At this moment Wang Zhi has lost his ability to fight and poses little threat to him.

The foot gently stepped in the stars and came to the death throne. In his eyes, he revealed a burning look. Xiao Chen reached for the throne and grabbed it.

At this moment, a very dangerous sensation struck, in the distant stars, three black dragon breaths, through the star dome, towards Xiao Chen.

As soon as Xiao Chen manages to capture the death throne, he will be immediately struck by this dragonbreath, most likely directly crushed into blood and died without a whole corpse.

On the battleship of Hao Tianzong, the two deputy lords looked surprised: “Three dark dragon breaths, truly a corpse dragon warship of the king's rank. ”

“Xiao Chen quickly retreated, that is the dark dragon breath refined by True Dragon's body, you must not resist. ”

The temple master on the left hurried to Xiao Chen and told him to back off.

Xiao Chen's face sank, but he did not intend to give up on it. He had long anticipated that behind the King's handicap, there must have been a great force to follow, otherwise he would not have been so cynically exposed to the throne at first.

A single king will not let him do so.

But now that the throne has been exposed, if it leaves this place, it will not benefit. It is really hard to be willing to expose something that has treasured you.

He glanced softly, in his eyes, one purple and two white rays of light, flashing out quickly. Taiyin's fire, purple thunder's real fire, racing in the void.

The blink of an eye formed a Tai Chi chaos diagram, Sunday gossip, two instruments and four elephants, all kinds of subtle heavenly and earth symbols, the four elephant sacred beasts appeared in the flame diagram of Tai Chi, forming a complete momentum.

“What's he gonna do? ”

The deputy palace lord on the left revealed a thick doubt in his eyes, and he was confused.

“Done, Dark Dragon breath, can easily kill an inferior Wusheng, we don't dare to pick it up.” The lord on the right, some desperate sighs.

The golden light flashed, the tens of thousands of lights on the Tai Chi Yin Yang flame diagram, unexpectedly, in the astonishing eyes, actually blocked three dragon breaths.

But it only blocked for one second, but that second was enough to do something good.

Reach for the death throne and throw it into the Qian Kun Ring. Xiao Chen's feet burst with lightning, quickly flashing toward the King's Battleship.

The black aftermath, like the lake, swept towards all directions, like a wave of death, a starry meteorite, silently crushed into powder.

Yubo arrived too quickly to avoid Xiao Chen completely, activating the Holy Pine Tower in his chest, forming a shadow of the Tower all over his body.

Shadow shattered, Xiao Chen's body rolled over several laps, spitting a lot of blood in his mouth. I dared not look back. Xiao Chen stepped in the void and continued to fly towards the King's Battleship.

“Running pretty fast. ”

Behind him came a low voice, a blurred shadow in the distance, and a black chain tied to each wrist on each limb.

The horrible smell that comes from the shadows is so repressive that it is a harsh character that Xiao Chen absolutely cannot deal with.

Hoo-hoo, Xiao Chen suddenly flew in front of a fire, his figure fell, and came to the back of Xiao Chen, blocking his pursuit.

But he is the elder of the temple of war, he holds a five-foot sword, his sword is red, and he wraps around the starting point and lights a flame. To the strange shadow is to chop off the past.

Bang

That made Xiao Chen feel the shadow of respiratory repression. He was directly chopped off by the sword, and the fire swept away, making him look extremely bright in the stars.

Xiao Chen landed on the deck of the King's Battleship before he could see clearly that the dark shadow had originally become black, strong as cold iron, and lifeless.

Behind the magic rigidity, there was also a corpse elderly man with a whip in his hand, held against the white elder.

The corpse elder, watching the appearance of the white elder, frowning, came a conscious master Wusheng, this is a bit troublesome.

The long whiplash waved empty in his hand, seemed magical, his hands and feet wrapped in the chains of the magic, and he flew quickly from afar to defend himself in front of this man.

If you look closely, you will find this rigid chest with a wound as long as three feet, how can it not heal, nauseous liquid from that wound, constantly pouring out.

It was caused by Elder Bai's sword.

“Fuck off, human beings not ghosts not ghost things. ”

The white elder was very averse to the corpse clan, and after seeing the stiffness of the demon, his face was gloomy and horrible, and he answered with no politeness.

The corpse elderly, when they hear this, can feel the invisible circle of flame will glow, and thousands of rough heavenly laws behind them.

Swallow words in your mouth and don't dare say more.

Wu Sheng, a master of the White Elder, once again understood the will of fire to 60%, as long as he did not come to the quasi-emperor level strong, there would be no apprehension.

Corpse warriors seem to have received something, coldly said: “Remind your younger generations, it is best not to leave Tianwu territory in the future. ”

As soon as the figure flashed, he put away the stiffness and was ready to return.

“boast shamelessly! ”

With a sigh of anger, the White Elder extended the power of the flame will to the extreme. The heavenly law danced behind it, waving a hundred feet of flaming sword curtain, such as a flourishing river.

The corpse old man, frightened, this guy is doing his best, clearly trying to destroy him.

“Help me! ”

Boom! Boom!

A cloud of dust scattered through the stars, three giant corpse dragons chained together and slowly emerged with a black palace, in which an elderly man in black flew out.

The old man in black flew away, waving a dead fire, silently assimilating the blazing sword screen of the elder white.

“The younger generations are not as skilled as men. Our temple has been planted. Why should you be aggressive? ”

The white elder gazed and saw the man sitting in a black coat on his chest embroidered with a small golden man's body tray leg.

The light flowed in his eyes and eventually snorted coldly and turned away.

Each side was afraid to move dramatically, a chaos caused by the flaming crystal stone, and thus declared an end and drove away from each other.

“Lord, they don't even want the throne of death anymore, just let us go. ”

The two deputy lords, very strangely, said that the throne of death was the legacy of the ancient evil king and coincided with their path of death.

"Estimate the death throne," said Elder Bai. "There are other halls of fame. Xiao Chen, you'd better brand them easily and put them on the death throne. ”

Xiao Chen nodded his understanding, killing the throne in the first place almost killed him. This death throne does not need to be reminded by the White Elder that he will also act with caution.

“What is that! ”

On the deck, suddenly there was a disciple, pointing to the front in surprise and saying.

Xiao Chen looked at him with his eyes and saw only a full-bodied white, white sedan in a white veil in the distance, haunted by the stars, blinking, very scary.

A closer look revealed that the sedan was not flying automatically, but that there were eight green shadow ghosts, carrying the sedan and running fast in the stars.

“Eight ghosts lift the sedan, is a ghost tribe Wusheng master! ”

“They followed the direction of the carcass dragon warships. ”

The White Elder had a bad impression of both the corpses and the ghosts, and said disgustingly: "Never mind, just let them bite the dog. ”

Corpse ghosts repair death avenues, one collects the bodies of the dead, and one collects the souls of the dead. They develop in very different directions, and they all look at each other badly.

Between them, there are often outbreaks of great wars, and there are countless things to tear apart the platform from each other. It is also not too unexpected the appearance of the ghost sedan by the three white elders.

Xiao Chen was very interested in the ghost sedan, but the divine sense chased each other a long way, and he guessed well.

The death throne was temporarily relinquished by the owner of the Dragon Battleship, most likely in connection with the ghost sedan behind it.

Suddenly, the ghost curtain cloth opened a gap, the figure of the delicate man was clearly seen by Xiao Chen, and he couldn't help but jump back a step.

There was a ghost sitting in it, her long tongue stretched out, her eyes without beads, a black hole, seven holes of blood.

When I looked closely, I realized that I had just seen a phantom, and the ghost disappeared. A woman with fair skin and a cool appearance wearing a red dress smiled deeply at him and closed the curtains again.