The Human Emperor

“Buzz!”

Time fixed, where the eyes of the three people could not see, there was a huge noise of the heavens and the earth, as if something had broken. Then, the body of the living and dead man of the earthly palace trembled, fixed there, motionless, the pounding power of the destruction of the heavens and the earth, just as it sprayed out, it also suddenly stopped.

“How is this possible? ”

For a moment, the eyes of all three of them were extremely shocked.

The power of the living and dead in the palace, all three of them personally taught, that the great ruggedness of the mountain crack can hardly be resisted, even if the three of them were together, they were shot off, let alone Wang Zheng is still in a state of fire and demonization, unable to move.

But now, this reaper's existence, suddenly parked there motionless, became like a statue.

“Could he...”

In the last position, the loneliness of the ancestors suddenly stopped and the light flashed in their eyes. Watching the immobile Palace live and die, he seemed to think of something, but the idea was too amazing to believe even the loneliness of the ancestors.

“Whoo!”

The airflow fluctuated, and at this time, a huge suction burst from the oblique moment, sucking Wang's steep hand out of the palace of the living dead.

“Go, how are you? ”

A voice of concern rang from Wang's ear to his ear. Before it was too late to think about the changes of the living and dead in the Palace, the evil emperor first “rescued” Wang.

For the evil old man, the most important concern is Wang Chong, the true disciple!

“Master, I'm fine. ”

Wang shook his head. His face was pale, more white than it had just been, and his whole body was already wet with cold sweat.

“Go, the heir of the Great Lo Immortal Gong…, you…… just now…, do you really…”

And almost simultaneously, another familiar voice comes from the ear. Wuzhu village chief retracted the white crutch, at this time also walked forward, looked at the immovable ground palace at the roots of the far wall alive and dead, looked at Wang Chong again, wanting to stop.

“Senior Master, I did control him! ”

He seemed to know what the village chief was trying to say. Wang looked up and revealed a weak, yet completely relaxed smile.

“Buzz!”

For a moment, the air solidified, and the sectarian giants who were all three years old and close to Grandpa Wang Chung looked at each other, and they were stiff. For a moment, they couldn't even say a word.

Even the evil old emperor who cared most about Wang Chung showed an incredible look on his face. Hidden guesses are one thing, but confirmation from Wang Zhou is another.

“How is this possible? ”

On the other hand, the Uhura village chief whispered, slightly disoriented.

That is the disciple of the Great Lo Immortal Monarch, the heir of the first power of the world, "The Great Great Infinity Mixed Yuan Great Lo Immortal Art”, every one of them is amazing talented, talented and intelligent, the world is invincible existence.

And the last three generations of the East Han heirs have reached the "half step in the micro”, infinitely approaching the existence of micro-environment. It is also far more powerful than the other guardians of the palace (the living and the dead).

His true strength has long overshadowed the strength of ordinary micro-entrants. That's why he and Evil Emperor Zhang Wenwen spent so much time, fighting so hard, and almost dying in his hands.

Now, however, Wang Zhong actually said that he had taken control of him.

He controls a powerful man who is comparable in strength to the micro-environment, and is still in that state of fire deviation, near collapse.

At that time, all three of them almost thought Wang Zhong was dying in his hands.

Wang laughed and did not hide it. He told the story of the battle. Despite what others see as an impossible miracle, including the wounded mayor and the lonely ancestors, Wang Chung has captured a terribly powerful man with real strength comparable to those who entered the microlands, which is simply enviable.

But only Wang Chong knew how dangerous the last moment of battle was.

At that time, Wang Zheng's spiritual power impact had little effect on the three generations of living dead people, even for such a moment, even Wang Zheng himself was desperate to think that he was really going to die here, and died in the hands of the three generations of living dead people.

Only in the end, Wang Zheng was still a chess player.

A period of time that lasted nearly a millennium of spiritual restraint was ultimately less powerful than the full period. With the end of time, even the practitioner has been annihilated by a vast flood of time, not to mention the prohibition itself.

Wang Chong eventually won, not because of anything else, but because from the tremors and changes of the restraint, suddenly realized a reason:

- Mental power is also an ability, and these mental restraints in living and dead human beings, while powerful, do not last. Every point consumed is less than one point.

This is also why they are able to rebound the ancient forbidden technique on their physical appearance.

This is a hedge of spiritual energy, the opponent's restraint level exceeds imagination, but in the end, Wang Zheng won this vicious “battle” with substantial spiritual power!

In the palace, after listening to Wang Chong's account, people shook their hearts and watched him for a long time.

Nearly a thousand years ago, the powerful restraint left by the Great Lo Xianjun was broken by the king, but he also controlled three generations of living dead people in his name… I'm afraid this kind of thing is enough to shock all the warriors in the world.

Every generation of heirs of the Great Lo Immortal Gong is called the uncoroned king of their time, the real first in the world, but Wang Zheng actually succeeded in controlling one of them!!

Think about the hardship just now, the three of us are not up against each other, this instant, looking at the disciple, even the evil emperor can not speak.

“Your Majesty, can you control the dead man? ”

At this time, the lonely ancestors suddenly and cautiously said, even the name of Wang Chong changed.

The evil emperor and the wounded village chief on one side had not yet felt it, but Wang Zheng's eyes moved. If he had a deep glance at the lonely ancestors, he seemed to smile in his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to see through something, but Wang Chung didn't say anything.

“Mmm!”

Wang punched nodded:

“While the dead man is under control, some work remains to be done. Wait for me for a second! ”

The voice was not set, Wang Chung quickly closed his eyes and communicated the consciousness of three generations of living and dead people. Approximately a moment later, in the eyes of three people, the three immobile generations of living dead, standing on the edge of the palace, suddenly trembled and quickly rose.

Boom!

The next moment, three generations of living dead turned around, the two hollow, atheistic eyes stared at four people, but listened to a roar, then Jin Guanghao, that pounding, devastating gas erupted from his body like a tide, about six or seven meters later, it stopped, fluctuating.

“Wang Chong, can you control him to display those golden compasses? ”

Village chief Wuzhuang suddenly said, with some expectations hidden in his eyes.

Those golden compass fortresses transformed into Great Lo Xian Gong are the strongest defensive methods in the world. They can completely defend the Great Yin-Yang World Fortune and Ten Thousand Qi Sea Art, as well as the Yang Lao Gong, the White Dragon Gong of the Wounded Village Mayor, and the Ancestral Art of Solitude. By virtue of this, they are the worthy first in the world.

If Wang Chong, after controlling three generations of living dead people, can also display his golden compass fortress, it is equivalent to the ability of all people to survive in this dangerous palace.

Much can also be accommodated in the face of the infinite institutional trap in the middle of the Great Rao treasure.

“I'll try! ”

Wang opened his eyes.

“Boom! ”

That is, for a moment, a more fierce, pounding golden light sprayed out, the golden light oscillated, rising and changing, between winks, a grinding disc-sized golden compass suddenly appeared in three generations of living and dead people pounding out of their bodies.

Immediately thereafter, hundreds of golden compasses rolled over and sprayed out, but for a moment, a magnificent, magnificent, meteorologically astonishing array of golden fortresses immediately appeared in front of everyone.

This golden compass fortress is high enough for two people to cover a three-generation regiment of living dead from all sides, giving you an unbeatable feeling in the diffuse golden light, like a god of war.

“ ”

Seeing this scene, the evil old man, the wounded village chief, and the lonely ancestors all revealed shocking divinity, and after the shock, it was a surprise.

“Hahaha, great. Your Majesty, with this living dead man, we really have an extra amulet in the palace. Wherever you go in and out, it's much safer! ”

The lonely ancestor looked at this god of war living and dead man, laughing first, his eyes were discolored.

Just in shock, he thought everyone was going to die here. But where did you expect, the peak circuit turns, and there are three more generations left alive!

And the evil emperor and the wounded village chief, though they did not speak, looked at Wang Chong with great comfort, which was enough to explain everything.

“Go, it looks like you've surpassed your teacher! ”

The old man of the evil emperor was sentimental.

“A teacher need not be inferior to a disciple, a disciple need not be inferior to a teacher”, Wang Zhong can perform like this, the evil emperor only feels sincerely happy.

And on the other hand, it's far from over.

Under the control of Wang Chong, three generations of living dead people were bright behind the scene, and the “thirty-three days" of the Jonghua Yuyu style again appeared, illuminating the palace like the sun, illuminating a golden halo in the dark.

The three generations of living dead have collapsed for thirty-three days, contracted inward, turned into a twenty-two knot once again, showing a long trident full of golden symbols, the stronger the support of the three generations of living dead, the higher the breath, the more terrible.

Even Wang Chong met the god of the great food warrior in Juros, in front of the three generations of the dead, is much less colorful.

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