The Human Emperor

If Wang Chong was forced to do so by the osteoclasts before, then Wang Chong's attention is now fully focused on passing through the heavens.

In any case, in order to obtain the Great Rock Immortal Gong, it is necessary to overcome this heavy heaven.

“Buzz!”

The next moment, in the eyes of all, three generations of living dead people stood in the middle of the chain, hundreds of metres from the stone bridge. His palms stretched out and his back glowed for 33 days. He immediately came together and turned into a giant golden trident.

Three generations only hit with one hand, the rolling golden air surged out, accompanied by the power of the golden trite, instantly shook the dozens of swords in front of them into pieces.

Immediately thereafter, three generations turned to strike again, dozens of “flying swords” before approaching, shocked into pieces by the hegemonic Big Luo Qi.

However, this has only just begun, with 33 days of fertilized trident in hand, three generations of living and dead people immediately struck, passively passive and launched an attack on tens of thousands of “flying swords” around them.

Boom!

One after another, the great roar spilled out, the roar, even turned into a dragon-shaped tiger phase of one head, in a fist-to-meat way, with the constant impact of the “flying sword” in the void.

Once again, the disciple of the Great Lo Xianjun demonstrates his immense fighting power.

Despite the enormous number of “flying swords” attacks and this extremely unfavourable environment, three generations of defensive attacks continue to occur. Long swords, broken swords and remnants of swords in the void are constantly destroyed by three generations, and countless pieces of debris and large chains continue to pass, falling into the abyss beneath them.

“Incredible! Is this how it breaks, or am I always looking in the wrong direction? ”

The osteoclast muttered to himself, and things were going so well, he couldn't believe it for a while.

On the other hand, Wang Chong frowned slightly. Although the situation in front of him was in his favor, Wang Chong instinctively felt that the situation would not be so simple.

The power of a generation is stronger than that of a second generation, and all the institutions underground, including the palace, are all built by him, and the level of power of a generation cannot be so simple.

Wang Chong just flashed this thought in his mind, and the distant mutation--

Three generations of bursts, and constant attacks on “flying swords” in the void, seem to have finally pissed off generations.

Boom! Hear only one loud burst of landslide cracking, and the next moment, halfway up the chain, it seemed like a huge crack had been ripped open, and a horrible stream of energy poured out of the void.

Countless golden particles are mixed in fog and attached to thousands of flying swords in the void. In a short space of time, however, those swords are refreshing the feeling that they have become stronger and more dangerous and deadly on their original basis.

“Into the microland! ”

Wang Zheng stood on the stone bridge behind him and watched coldly, feeling extremely deeply. And that, halfway through the air, he felt a familiar aura, a force that went into the microsphere.

But this power is much scarier than the second generation in the palace. If you compare the second generation to a hardwired man, then the second generation is a giant.

And what is even more terrifying is that the ordinary warrior has only increased in strength to reach a higher realm, but the special form of the generation has completely changed the definition of microscopy. Three generations now face tens of thousands of microscopic flying swords, a power that is enough to make any warrior want to live in battle.

“Finally! ”

At the same time, it was felt that the nearby osteoclast was much more powerful than Wang Chong, and felt much deeper.

Wang Chong still felt the influx of micro-entry energy into the void, but in the perception of all the osteoclasts, deep in time and space, in this place, suddenly opened a huge door. That is far more super dusty than all the warriors in the world, and it flushes in constantly like a wave, absorbed by the Great Sword Array in the middle of the sky.

“This is the power! In that year, it attracted the Itinists to chase for 10 days and 10 nights until they arrived here. In the end, their lives were lost here. Only through this power, combined with the power of our land parcel in Obsidian, Yin Yang and Yang combined, they must be able to understand another realm of realm! ”

The osteoclast was all discoloured on his face, his face could no longer remain so calm, and his coat trembled slightly in the fog, looking completely different from before.

At this moment, however, Wang Zhong had no idea, and the battle ahead had reached its fiercest point, and one generation had completely given birth to three generations.

Whistle!

Before the first wave subsides, the next wave rises, opening space-time passages for generations. Promote all the "flying swords" into the slightest, while the golden glow is fierce and thick with fog, countless broken golden light is dense and numb, suddenly rising from beneath the chain.

Just a glance, Wang Chung and the next bone extractor all changed their faces.

That dense, numb, fish-scale, broken golden light is actually countless long sword fragments.

—— All of these fragments are “flying swords” that were broken by the previous three and one generation of Great Wars.

Instead of destroying these swords, three generations have made the graves more lethal and dangerous.

Huh?

He said that it was too late, the electric light stone fire room, the sword chirping, had not yet waited for Wang Chong and the bone extractor to react. In the fog, the golden light was blazing, and countless “flying swords” gathered together.

In the next moment, only a giant sword of more than thirty lengths was seen. It was like a thunderbolt. It flashed sharply in the void. In an instant, it struck three generations of people alive and dead in the chain with thunderbolt.

In the face of this enormous power, even three generations appear small.

“Bad!”

In a flash of light, Wang shoots to create an extremely bad feeling.

It was too late to think that what Wang Chung could finally do was just control three generations of full strength to jump forward, less than half a second, three generations of tall figure as if struck by a thunderbolt, instantly disappeared into the fog.

At the end of the battle, everything was calm, and the fog gathered around us, while in the void, tens of thousands of long swords broke and broken, lost their goal, gradually the light dissipated, and slowly dispersed into the void around the chain.

A handle tumbled up and vanished from sight.

Wow, the chains are shaking, the voices are loud, and the stone bridge behind them is silent.

Wang Chong and the osteoclast stood side by side and remained silent for a long time.

A third generation was so completely extinguished, and from the beginning to the end, Wang Zhong controlled the three generations to move forward, even the last second, leaping forward, only to eventually fail.

“Unfortunately, such a powerful helper, such a strong fighting power, has been lost for nothing! ”

A voice came from his ear, and the osteoclast quickly returned to his senses, smiling slightly and looking to Wang Chung beside him.

However, half of what the osteoclasts say comes to an end. Next to him, Wang Chung did not know when to kneel down, his expression focused, a finger constantly swaying on the stone bridge, and he painted strange symbols and marks that even the bone extractor could not understand.

“This is…”

The osteoclast frowned and immediately shut his mouth, standing behind Wang and watching silently.

At this moment, Wang Zhong's emotional attention has completely forgotten all the bone extractors beside him.

His eyes were closed and he was constantly thinking back to the battle three and a generation earlier.

The whole battle, all sides, all the details before and after, all came to his mind with great detail.

Though three generations were killed by the Sword Formation, for Wang Zhong, the sacrifice of three generations was not without any gain, at least for Wang Zhong, he had already obtained a lot of information that he had not known.

More importantly, when Wang Chong controlled the three generations, he also passed through the three generations of angles. Gained all of his experience and feelings in the face of a generation. And I'm afraid not even a bone extractor ever had that feeling.

“… it is undesirable that a generation should use up to six levels of power against three generations, solely because of the identity of the Six Generations of Dahlo, and if another person were to be replaced, the power of the generation would probably be at least four more than it is now. This is not something any of us can fight against. “

Wang punched his eyes closed, his head slightly raised, constantly counting in his mind.

Therefore, in order to acquire the Great Immortal Art, you can only acquire wisdom and cannot compete with the enemy. And the most important thing is to find the pattern of a generation of attacks.

Even if a generation is stronger and more intelligent, after all, it is dead, and for nearly a thousand years his consciousness must have been extremely weak, and that is the key.

Generations of attacks are regular!

At least, this is what Wang Chong gained through his eyes during the three generations of control, and this is also the greatest gain.

“What is it exactly? ”

Wang Qiong muttered to himself, his heart fluctuated.

Three generations have been half-stepped, and with the first great Lo Xian Gong in the heavens, the fighting power is almost equivalent to the bending wave, even stronger.

With the strength of three generations, it is no better than 60% of a generation's attacks, let alone its own.

If you can't find a generation of attack patterns, you're almost certain to die trampling the chain.

The void was silent and a stream of gas flowed across the stone bridge, chilling through the formation. The osteoclasts stood on their backs, faint and not in a hurry.

When he was three generations old, he had more or less a problem. Without three generations now, Wang Chong's life is more between his hands.

“Don't worry, think slowly. At least you have plenty of time before someone else comes in..."

The osteoclasts smiled, seemingly tolerant with an elegant smell, but an ultimatum.

At this moment, however, Wang Chong doesn't care, and he can't care less.

“What is it? What is it exactly?”

Wang shook his head and danced for two long moments, but his consciousness had completely entered another world.