The Human Emperor

“Sing!”

Immediately afterwards, a dragon roared the palace, just after striking three people, the local palace alive and dead suddenly screamed, a pair of hollow horrible eyes, immediately looked at the highest strength of the three, also the most threatening evil emperor old man looked to the past.

“Master! ”

Wang shook his heart and immediately felt something. His face changed sharply. Although nothing had been done by the living and dead in the palace, at this moment Wang Zheng felt that Master was facing an unprecedented crisis.

“Buzz!”

The next moment, a middle-aged palace dressed in an East Han robe burst with golden light, right in the eyes of everyone, his right hand stretched, probed the back of his head, only to see the building's shaped “thirty-three days” suddenly sharply contracted, and between winks condensed into a twenty-two knot golden ridge.

The scene came out of nowhere, and everyone was shocked. No one thought that the “33 Days” behind the Dalo Heralds still had such a powerful ability.

In the distance, the middle-aged inheritors of the Palace held in their hand the trite that had been transformed into "thirty-three days", without any hesitation, the human trite united, the aura burst, like a golden storm, and burst out towards the evil old man in the distance.

At this moment, the air in the void immediately tightened to the extreme.

“Bad!”

Seeing this scene, the Wounded Village Chief and the Evil Emperor's Old Man were also suddenly transformed.

The oldest of the three, the Evil Emperor, is also at the heart of this war. The middle-aged dying palace was dreadful, Yang to Gang, strong and overwhelming, but most of them were blocked by the evil old emperor.

Otherwise, if people fought alone, they would have been shocked to death by the dead in these palaces, just like the Four Poles. The dead kill the evil emperor, and then everyone else dies.

“Stop him! ”

A loud drunk rang through the heavens and the earth.

Bang Bang!

At the next moment, without a trace of hesitation, the elderly ancestors and the head of the wounded village withstood the wounds and almost simultaneously burst out. The white cane in the hand of the head of the village of Wuzhuang hurled hard and shouted in the middle of the air, turning into a white dragon of more than 10 meters, first pounding towards the ground palace to the dead.

After the loneliness of the ancestors, a strand of water fog converged, quickly turned into a raging blade, in the middle of the air into countless bull capillary needle-like water knife ice blades, towards the ground palace to live and die the laser.

These cow-haired water knife ice blades are one of the excellence of lonely ancestors, and can follow the pores and cave know-how into the warrior's body, swimming with blood and veins.

Once it enters the body, life and death cannot rest on itself. This is also a powerful and terrible place to be alone with your ancestors.

Lonely ancestors had little to do with this war, but after entering the palace from the underground, nothing could be left to him. Once the evil emperor dies, there is only one way to die from his ancestors.

And in the distance, bang, the evil old man was pale and pale, just as empty. His coat was covered in blood, but the color of God was always so calm that nothing seemed ever to move him.

“Go, go! ”

In the electric stone fire room, a voice entered the mind, then burst into the air, a shocking explosion came into the mind, the evil emperor Zhang Wenmu, the village chief, and the lonely ancestors, the three top giants of the world and the middle-aged dead in the palace hit each other hard.

“Ah!”

Only heard a series of screams. In the raging golden light, the three shadows were stirred up by giant waves, and Qi Qi shook out.

“Master! ”

At that moment, Wang was shocked and finally lost his voice and shout. Even at the last minute, the master's biggest concern is always himself.

Looking at the figure flying out of the air, as well as the old, familiar voice in his mind, the blood in Wang punch instantly flows straight over his head.

In the distance, that diffuse golden light, countless large and small golden compasses, dense and numb, front and rear, constitutes a huge fortress. In the fortress, the middle-aged palace lived and died indifferently, his body was strong, and he held twenty-two long golden triumphs in his hand, like a mountain standing, and he did not suffer any damage.

--This Great Immortal Array dissolved all three attacks and resisted them.

Looking at the center of the palace as if it were a reaper, the mighty palace lived and died, and deep despair rose in the hearts of all.

No one thought that gathering the strength of the three could not defeat him. The great power of Da Luo Immortal Gong is completely beyond imagination.

Boom!

At this time, the earthquake vibrated, the living and dead man, one meter and eight tall, held the golden trident, and suddenly took two steps forward, locking the evil old man in front again.

Throughout the palace, blood spilled, and so far no one could stop him.

“Master! ”

Seeing this scene, Wang couldn't help but tremble violently in his heart. He spoke forcefully of wanting to stand up and join the battle, but only just moved, a severe pain immediately coming from all over the body, the whole body as if it had been torn apart.

At this moment, the wounds in his body are much more serious than expected. The continuous intense fighting, the constant use of Qi Qi, together with the hand of the living dead in the palace, have deprived him of the ability to fight.

“Old Village Chief, Lonely Ancestor, you take the Battle and get the hell out of here. I'll hold this dead man off! ”

At this moment, the voice of the evil old man suddenly sounded in everyone's ears. His shirt was shattered and his mouth was covered in blood, but his eyes looked ahead and he was incredibly firm.

Without the slightest panic, the old evil emperor of this instant revealed a tremendous calm and indulgence, seeming to have some kind of awareness and corresponding preparation in his heart.

Bang, the next moment, without any hesitation, couldn't take care of the wounds on his body, the old man of the evil emperor straightened his body, in a never-ending atmosphere, rushed towards the living and dead opposite.

“Master! —— ”

Wang Chong finally couldn't bear to scream.

“Brother Wen Fu! ”

“Evil Emperor! ”

In the palace, the village chief and the lonely ancestors also understood the determination of the evil emperor and trembled in his heart.

“Boom!”

Across the street, the tall, alive and dead man, with no expression on his face, at the moment when the old man of the evil emperor jumped, his feet stomped, suddenly like a shell, came out empty-handed.

At that moment, the tremendous gas was like a landslide tsunami, erupting, that tremendous golden light made the heavens and the earth discolored, and time stopped as if at this moment.

The Great Immortal Art of the Infinite Universe has been extinguished in the sectarian world for hundreds of years. Nonetheless, as the number one martial arts school in Sino-Turkish Shenzhou, it cannot be shaken by anyone.

Even in the Great Yin-Yang World Fortune Art, or a vast expanse of sea art such as Ten Thousand Gas Art, you must be overshadowed in front of the Great Lo Immortal Art, and bow your head.

And the heirs of the Great Lo Immortal Gong in the palace, though isolated from the world and extinct hundreds or even thousands of years, still show everyone the status of the Great Lo Immortal Gong with terrible power.

10 meters, 8 meters, 6 meters...

Looking at the Master's back, and the nearest palace across the street, Wang's heart grey to the extreme.

“No, absolutely not...”

Wang punched his fists tightly, his lips trembled, and his face was pale without any blood. At one time, the master had long occupied an extremely important position in his heart. For Wang Shou, he was more like a father in his heart.

The qi in the body's meridians is still bursting, and the intense pain is like an ant bite, constantly coming from all over the place, but what is about to happen in front of you is far more painful and unacceptable than the qi in the body.

“There must be another chance. There must be another chance! ”

Wang Chung's eyes were red, his arms strong, his back against the wall, his body kept trembling, and he stood up from the ground as hard as he could. His internal Qi was as conflicting as a thousand horses, constantly on the verge of collapse and paralysis, but Wang Shuang ignored it.

Buzz, the next moment, when Wang Chung's gaze passed through the middle-aged palace and the dead recovered, shocking gold compass fortress, all of a sudden, Wang Chun moved in his heart, trembling violently:

“This is--”

The golden light outside the middle-aged dying palace is too strong. The unparalleled power he exhibited concealed everything else, subconsciously remembered his unparalleled image and ignored the fact that the living and dead were merely powerful fighters in their lifetime.

They'll get hurt, too, and everyone else will have all the blossoms.

There have been hundreds of defensive fortresses, large and small, of dense and numb gold compasses outside the body of this living and dead man.

All gas attacks encounter this golden fortress and will be stratified. But at this moment, when the living dead man vacated the moment, Wang Chung noticed for the first time that a palm-sized gold compass was missing from the position corresponding to his little toe on his left foot.

The inner compass of the large array of golden compass fortresses on the living and dead, the rings are interlocked and connected to each other, and any tiny place will have compass ring protection that the large compass vaporizes into.

So when Wang Chong felt a missing piece in the lower left corner of the fortress, he almost instinctively felt something wrong.

After the initial doubts, Wang Zheng suddenly understood what:

“His toe was injured! ”

Wang Chong's spiritual power is so powerful that he gains the power of the Nightmare. His spiritual strength now far exceeds that of his master, the evil emperor, the elderly and the wounded village chief. Although it is impossible to use Qi, Wang Zhong's powerful spiritual perception still exists.

Almost instantly, the spirit of Wang Chong can perceive the difference between the living death of the palace in front of him and any living dead person he had previously seen himself.

- He is gifted and has six toes!

In people born with six toes, there must be a difference between the meridian pulse and the normal person. Wang Chong didn't know that he was practicing Da Luo Xian Gong, so he cut off one of his toes, or was injured in a battle. In short, under his shoes, the sixth toe was obviously missing.

In normal times, even the heart is hard to see, but in the fierce battle with the evil emperor, the village chief, and the lonely ancestors, the strong vibration clearly caused this old condition on him, so that the original fractured place collapsed again.

More importantly, Wang Chong found that because of this congenital defect, that powerful, mysterious, mental restraint written on the surface of the body did not cover this little toe of the left foot.