Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 993 Killing the Zhun King, Excuse me in front of the Jiyuan Tomb! (two in one)

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Tens of miles away, for the many powerful people from all over the world, they are all within a short time and can be ignored.

The middle-aged man walked dozens of steps, spanning tens of miles, every step he took, no more, no less, only one mile away, but still not seen by many masters of the world, it was too common .

"Su Qi Nian."

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Su Qinian nodded.

"Let's go now, it's too urgent."

The middle-aged man had a thick voice and a rough temperament. At this time, his thick eyebrows were raised slightly, and then he turned around and looked at the three quasi-kings.

"Who is hiding his head and showing his tail!"

The quasi-king of the Huang family danced lightly with red hair, his golden eyes were menacing, and a terrifying beam of light shot out, piercing the void, trying to find the strong man hidden behind the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Why don't you want to believe your own eyes? Quasi-king? I'm afraid he's going to be blind."

His tone was very calm, he raised one hand, then lowered it, without any warning, the quasi-king of the Huang family suddenly appeared under his palm.

Click!

Being pressed down by a hand on the celestial spirit cap, the Zhunwang of the Huang family was shocked and angry, but then his knees broke with a snap, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

Boom!
In front of the tomb of the Era, the earth shook violently, but there was not even a single crack. The Zhun Wang's aura was overflowing, but it disappeared invisible, as if he had encountered a black hole, and it was difficult to cause the appearance of destruction.

A quasi-king knelt in front of the tomb of the era, and was pressed on the skull with a hand by a seemingly vulgar tribe hunter.

The middle-aged quasi-king who was as strong as the ancestral land of the War Emperor's Hall and the quasi-king of the Burial Dragon Valley in the black mist of death couldn't help but feel shocked. They couldn't see the change just for a split second. , the quasi-kings of the Huang family are definitely not weak, at least in the eyes of the two quasi-kings, even if they can be better, they are absolutely limited. Those who can become saints have their own experiences, and there will never be a lack of opportunities and good luck, needless to say Who will be much weaker than the other when half a foot steps into the Supreme King Realm.

Even so, the quasi-king of the Huang family still had no strength to resist, and was crushed to the ground by a palm. The quasi-king's battle bones were broken, and it was useless to fight.

Roar!
The roar of the quasi-king of the Huang family was enough to shatter a hundred thousand mountains and shatter stars in normal times, but today it failed to cause any damage. The seemingly plain and calloused palm that fell on the skull was like a five-fingered palm. Shenshan suppressed him to death, and all his energy and energy were imprisoned in his body, making it difficult to move a little bit.

Everything is quiet.

Even the goddess of the Lei family showed a bit of surprise at this moment. Her amethyst-like eyes reflected such a picture. A quasi-king knelt down, not voluntarily, but was forced, and suppressed with one hand .

Thousands of miles away, many Wuhuang powerhouses were speechless and their breathing was stagnant. Then, some people gasped for several breaths one after another, and then continued to take deep breaths. This kind of scene was too amazing and made them unable to calm down. It was hard to believe my eyes.

Sacred Realm powerhouses are no exception. Only after reincarnation is sanctified, will they understand how difficult it is to go further. Needless to say, a strong man who has half a foot into the Supreme King Realm is forcibly suppressed, his legs are broken, and he kneels down. On the ground, it is like a myth, too unreal, like being in an illusion.

"who are you!"

In the black mist of death, the Zhunwang from the Dragon Burial Valley said in a deep voice, his looming and majestic figure tensed up. I didn't expect that it was really this person. He was definitely an unimaginable enemy. Having suffered a great loss, at this moment, the remaining two quasi-kings felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they were extremely cautious.

"In this world, as long as you have a clear conscience, no one can threaten you."

The middle-aged man spoke again, with a solemn tone, and Su Qinian understood that it was meant for him, and then, his pupils shrank violently, because he saw the middle-aged man's firm palm on Tianling's cover, the quasi-wang of Huangjia , inch by inch.

boom!
The quasi-king of the Huangjia was glowing all over his body, and his red hair was shining brightly, all of which were burning like a god sun born on the earth. He was trying his best to resist, no matter what the cost, trying to break free, but it was difficult to do so. The seemingly peaceful The palm was pressed down, with an unimaginable domineering, seemingly slow and fast, the body of the quasi-king of the Huang family was cracking, and the bones of the battle were shattered, starting from the top of the head, inch by inch, like a weathered dry stone, turning into dust.

"stop!"

The middle-aged quasi-king from the ancestral land of the Zhanhuang Palace let out a deep sigh, and made a fist seal with one hand. The thunder and fire were like slurry, and it turned into a seal. The silver light was brilliant, the fireworks were bright, and there were stars shining, one after another, hazy and The stalwart, ups and downs in the void, fell towards the middle-aged man.

hold head high!
A group of dragons wailed, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and the quasi-king of the Dragon Burial Valley also made a move. A black fist seemed to come from hell, with a breath of death, like a scythe wielded by the god of death, coming to the world to reap life. Send into reincarnation.

This is the Fist of Death, which was created by the ancestors of the Dragon Valley after he accidentally observed the afterimages of ancient gods. It is extremely terrifying and has the power to bury and reap all saints. Extremely sublimated, an illusory image of a god emerged above the black mist of death. It was dressed in a black robe and towered into the starry sky. A black and red sickle was bent like a half moon. come.

Big stars emerged one after another, shining brightly, covering the sun and the moon. This kind of weather was already almost supremely powerful. The two quasi-kings attacked, and the coercion was so terrifying that they almost completely broke into the place where the middle-aged man was. Chaos void.

Whoa!
But the middle-aged man didn't even look at the two quasi-kings. Out of nothingness, two simple stone chains emerged, suddenly stretched straight, like two peerless swords, piercing through the chaos at once, and with a puff, the two quasi-kings were cut off. The fist print was pierced, blood splashed, and the two quasi-kings staggered back, especially the quasi-king from the Burial Dragon Valley. The black mist of death was torn apart by the sharp energy, revealing his true form. One looked majestic , a middle-aged man in a black and gold battle suit, one of his palms was bloody, and his black eyes showed horror.

what!
Countless Wuhuang powerhouses showed shocking expressions, especially those in the holy realm, who were even more astonished. The two quasi-kings were injured and were repelled at the same time. It can be seen that the stone chain is terrifying and indestructible, just like divine gold. Generally speaking, there is some kind of terrifying power that is difficult to understand.

"I'm not reconciled!"

At this moment, the quasi-king of the Huang family uttered his last mournful roar, the sound shook thousands of miles, and his whole body was completely shattered into powder, even the battle spirit was no exception, his body and spirit were completely destroyed.

Woo!
Between heaven and earth, mourning and music rang out, which could be clearly heard for tens of thousands of miles around, and there was a heavy rain falling, which was as red as blood.

Another picture scroll after another was unfolded in front of the tomb of the era. There were people fighting, with dazzling fist marks, accompanied by dragon roars, and figures performing martial arts. The figure on these many picture scrolls is the same person.

The spiritual imprint belonging to the quasi-king of the Huang family, after evolving his life experience, soon turned into a rainbow of light and dissipated between heaven and earth.

A quasi-king has fallen!
In front of the tomb of the era, there was a deathly silence.

Even the two quasi-kings of the Burial Dragon Valley and the ancestral land of the Zhanhuang Palace were also stunned. The quasi-king of the Huang family just fell in front of them.This is a bit unreal, but it happened right in front of our eyes. The two of them shot together, but they couldn't change the ending. The quasi-king is different from the ordinary holy powerhouse, and it is of great significance to any party's supreme inheritance. If you don't fall and step into the Supreme King Realm, it's just a matter of time and months, the length of time is different.

"The quasi-king of the Huang family has fallen?"

"The quasi-king fell, all the ways mourned, blood rained down, and the spirit was left behind!"

"In front of the two quasi-kings, forcefully suppress and kill a quasi-king..."

Many Wuhuang powerhouses whispered, their tone was a bit dry, especially some holy land powerhouses, in their memory, I am afraid that it will be decades, and they have never heard of it except in some big heavens and gates. A strong man at the level of a quasi-king fell, and today he appeared in front of his eyes without any warning. He did not die at the hands of a foreign race, but fell at the hands of his own race.

"Real powerhouse!"

This is Taoist Mu Jian of the Great Wilderness Sword Palace, and he paused every word at this time, with an unprecedented solemn tone.

At this moment, watching the middle-aged man's attack again, Su Qinian confirmed the guess in his heart, and gave birth to some different insights. Following his attack, to him, it was no less than a preaching.

As long as you have a clear conscience, no one can threaten you!
At this time, some Wuhuang strong men murmured, remembering that the middle-aged man said before, who the hell is this person, who is so domineering and fierce? If you hesitate at all, you are not afraid of the Dragon Blood Desolation family attacking, who can bear the anger of a great emperor in the vast starry sky.

"The town is taboo! You are a member of the Suotian lineage!"

At this moment, as if thinking of something, the Zhun Wang from the Burial Dragon Valley shrank his pupils and said coldly.

Lock the sky!
The middle-aged quasi-king who came from the ancestral land of the War Emperor Palace was also shocked. That's right, it's no wonder that just now, the stone chain looked ordinary, but it was as powerful as a broken bamboo, piercing through their fists, which is a taboo for the town , Blocking the way and locking the source, disintegrating their fist power.

Shock in all directions!

When they heard the four words of Suotian Yimai, many masters of the supreme inheritance were shocked. They did not expect that Suotian Yimai would really make a move for a young junior who was inherited by a chance, and he was so overbearing that he didn't agree with him at all. , shocked a quasi-king to death, especially the Dragon Blood Desolation family. It was rumored that at the end of the early years of the Hundred Worlds, the Desolate Dragon bloodline was a gift from the Suotian lineage. Unexpectedly, hundreds of thousands of years later , There will be the quasi-king of the Huang family, who will be killed by the strong man of the Suotian lineage.

At this moment, Ao Zhan and the others breathed a sigh of relief, while Ao Shun, the seventeenth prince of the South China Sea, frowned. The lineage of Suotian has been silent for more than two epochs. Aren't you afraid of being criticized by the supreme inheritance if you make a strong move in front of the tomb of this era?And when the one from Suotian's lineage is about to die, and his lifespan is running out...

"Suotian Yimai! You guys are so courageous!"

The middle-aged quasi-king from the ancestral land of the Zhanhuang Palace had a cold tone, stared at the middle-aged man, and shouted: "The Zishou Xingtian seal is here, if you dare to kill the fellow Taoists of the Huang family by force, you are not afraid of the wrath of the Zishou Xingtians! There is an order from the imperial palace, this son must stay! How dare you disobey orders!"

The middle-aged man glanced at him, and said indifferently: "The Zhanhuang Palace is the Zhanhuangdian of the human race, not some people's Zhanhuangdian. If you want to keep people, please invite the current Zhanhuangling first."

hiss!
Many powerful people from the Five Desolations took a deep breath. This master who locked the sky took a big breath. First, he invited the current War Emperor Order. The implication is that the Purple Ribbon Punishment Seal is useless. It is almost impossible for the human warriors to show up when they come to attack.

"How dare you despise the Purple Ribbon Punishment Seal!"

The middle-aged quasi-king who came from the ancestral land of the Emperor of War Hall said coldly, only the supreme king can hold the Purple Ribbon Xingtian Seal. In the Hall of Emperor of War, there are all famous elders, Megatron Starry Sky, and the Purple Ribbon Xingtian Seal cannot be easily To be born in the world can only be effective if recognized by more than five supreme beings, otherwise it is arrogance, and even the supreme power will be deprived of the qualification to hold and use the Purple Ribbon Punishment Seal.

"fart!"

The middle-aged man spat out a word, flat and calm, with undisguised ignorance in his eyes.

Even Su Qinian was a little dazed, he didn't expect to spit out such words from this person's mouth, it really fit his clothes and temperament, rough and wanton, undisguised, straight to the point.

Su Qinian has reason to believe that this person just pulled him out of the time-space vortex, not to listen to these people's doubts, let alone to be afraid of these people's troubles, but rather... looking for trouble!

Many saint-level powerhouses feel speechless. This powerhouse of the Suotian lineage is too imposing. He can forcefully kill a quasi-king. It is such a master, but exporting...

"You! You are so vulgar!"

The middle-aged quasi-king who came from the ancestral land of the Zhanhuang Palace was so angry that the whole body was full of thunder and turbulence, his long hair danced wildly, and he rushed to the door with anger, and shouted: "How dare you humiliate everyone, Purple Ribbon Xingtian!"

The face of the middle-aged man also turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Some people confuse black and white, calling a deer a horse. Has the human race lived in peace for too long? People's hearts are so corrupt. Is it really easy to get the prosperity of our clan for more than a hundred epochs?" ?Look at the big tomb in front of you, the tomb of the Era is not a forbidden place, but a place where you should worship the sages and examine yourself!"

As the middle-aged man's voice fell, thousands of miles away, many strong men from the five wastelands were shocked, and almost no one had never been to the Tianguan of the human world, where countless human warriors left their homes and stood firm at the Tianguan. , just to protect the territory of the human race, Wei Fang is determined, even if the bones are buried in a foreign land, even in this tomb of the era, there are so many tombs, not even the bones left...

It is they who support the starry sky of the human race.

It was they who erected the backbone of the human race, turned into battle flags, and waved on the edge of the universe.

At this moment, some people got off the chariot, some people fell into the void, and some people got off the heavenly horse, driving the high head of the desolate beast down.

In front of this great tomb, any kind of aloofness is a blasphemy against the sleeping sages of the past dynasties.

Damn!

Even if he stepped into the existence of the Supreme King Realm with half a foot, the middle-aged quasi-king from the ancestral land of the Emperor's Palace showed a look of shock and anger. Immediately, he took a breath, and held up the purple ribbon Xingtian with one hand. Yin, shouted: "The Palace of the Emperor of War cannot be desecrated, and the Purple Ribbon Punishment Seal cannot be desecrated. Today, heresy is suppressed, and the five wastelands are protected, so as to serve as an example to others!"

hum!
It can be the size of a fist, and the purple air is dense, like a big seal cast by the purple electric god gold rising from the palm of the palm, an aura that seems to crush the sky is climbing, and the stars are manifested. Above the tomb of this era, a star Another one, which was many times bigger than the mountain, seemed to be real, and descended on this ancient human land.

Rumble!
The earth shook, and the solid ground in front of the Tomb of the Era began to crack again, and large cracks formed, like a sky spider spinning silk, forming a sky net, spreading and covering the distance.

Seeing the Purple Ribbon Xingtian Seal, as if the supreme person is here, it is not just talking, but really possessing that kind of majesty. At this moment, the middle-aged quasi-dynasty who came from the ancestral land of the War Emperor Palace, wearing purple and gold armor clanging Yin bowed slightly, then exhaled, with a solemn expression, and raised his voice: "Please, Purple Ribbon Xing Tianyin suppresses the enemy!"

Please, Purple Ribbon Xing Tianyin suppresses the enemy!
As his words resounded, in midair, the great seal, which was as gorgeous as purple gold, suddenly burst into dazzling divine brilliance. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket. Genuine subscription is the greatest support for ten steps! The tangled period of a book is as anxious as menopause. Thank you Wumeng book friends for your perseverance.)
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