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Chapter 420: Word Spirit: Possa World!

What does it mean to try firing a dozen Philosopher's Stones first?
Is this something a normal person could think of?!

The Philosopher's Stone is the essence extracted from the bones of the Dragon King. One or two of them would be equivalent to a small nuclear explosion, let alone more than ten?
The desire to complain reached its peak in Caesar's heart, but before he could open his mouth, Yuan Zhisheng's voice sounded in the communication headset.

"Zhou Xuan, can you hear me?"

"No problem. How's the situation over there?" Zhou Xuan replied.

"With the help of the Yamata no Orochi, we have basically wiped out the hundreds of pure-blooded dragons. The casualties are still acceptable, but the battle caused the mouth of the Red Well to collapse, and we have lost surveillance of the Red Well." There was a hint of solemnity in Yuan Zhisheng's voice.

"Why did the Red Well mouth collapse? What a coincidence?" Zhou Xuan touched his chin meaningfully.

Listening to this conversation, Caesar could no longer suppress the doubts and surprise in his heart.

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Xuan: "No, what do you mean hundreds of pure-blooded dragons? And...Yamata no Orochi?"

"Aren't the remains of the White King here with us? How come there is also a Yamata no Orochi!?"

Zhou Xuan pulled out the Desert Eagle from his waist and slowly loaded a magazine full of Philosopher's Stones into it: "Be patient, first of all, the Holy Relics are indeed right in front of us."

"As for those pure-blooded dragons, you should remember the monarch of the dark side of the world that I told you about before, right?"

"The monarchs of the dark side of the world? I remember that there were only a few hundred of them." Caesar raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "You mean those dark side monarchs came out in full force to attack the Red Well? They stood on the side of Odin?"

At this point, he paused, a hesitant gleam in his eyes: "That's not right. Do those dragons think so highly of Odin? Would they risk their lives to personally come to Japan to wade into this mess?"

Zhou Xuan slowly raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at Frost, who had completely transformed into a dragon in the distance: "Those dark monarchs have indeed come out in full force, but I don't think they are here to help Odin."

"Aren't you here to help Odin? Then..."

Before Caesar could finish speaking, Zhou Xuan pulled the trigger.

"Oh!"

A wisp of smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun. The bullet was bright red, and like a flawless red crystal, it flew out of the barrel, spinning straight towards Frost's heart!
"SHIT! Are you going to just shoot me like that?!" Caesar's expression changed drastically, "That's the Philosopher's Stone, asshole!"

Before he could finish his words, the Philosopher's Stone reached Lafrost's chest and exploded instantly!
fire.

A flame that seemed to burn the entire world suddenly burst out!

The blazing fireball engulfed Frost in an instant and began to expand at an extremely fast speed!

The terrifying shock wave rushed in all directions like a flood that broke through a dam. Giant trees with lush branches and leaves fell down in an instant. All the rain in the air evaporated and turned into white water vapor all over the sky, which was directly swallowed up by the flames that followed.

Under Caesar's horrified gaze, the invisible shock wave and visible flames suddenly arrived in front of Zhou Xuan!
However, in the next moment, the raging sea of ​​fire and the roaring shock wave suddenly stopped.

Zhou Xuan's golden eyes had lit up at some point, and ancient chants sounded quietly.

A colorless, invisible but solid wall of air appeared in front of Zhou Xuan, blocking all flames and shock waves, not even a trace of wind could get through.

It was as if the gods in the sky had sent down an oracle that could not be disobeyed.

This road is blocked!
From then on, thousands of flames dared not to encroach on others' territory.

Facing this surreal scene, Caesar couldn't help but be a little dazed: "This... is this the Dust-free Land?"

"I guess so." Zhou Xuan smiled, his hands kept moving, and he pulled the trigger six times in a row.

Six Philosopher's Stone bullets shot out from the gun barrel and sank into the raging sea of ​​fire.

Seeing Zhou Xuan emptying a magazine of Philosopher's Stones in one go, Caesar's eyes twitched slightly: "Does this... require so many?"

The flames and shock waves suddenly became several times stronger, but they still could not break through the invisible air barrier.

"If we really want to kill the holy corpse, of course we don't need so many." Zhou Xuan put the Desert Eagle back into the holster, "But only by making a bigger noise will those guys with ulterior motives have the courage to continue their actions." The blazing flames penetrated the invisible barrier and fell on his angular face.

The light was too dazzling, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

Although he didn't understand what his friend was thinking for the time being, Chu Zihang didn't intend to ask too much.

He looked at Zhou Xuan calmly: "What do you need me to do next?"

Talk less and do more, this is Chu Zihang's usual style.

"Wait." Zhou Xuan lit a cigarette with the help of the flames from the Philosopher's Stone and took a deep breath.

He sat cross-legged casually and blew out a smoke ring: "We have plenty of time, but those Odins and the White King probably don't have such good patience."

"Let the bullets fly for a while and see what tricks they have."

……

At the same time, in the center of Hongjing.

Broken dragon scales scattered on the deep red land. One after another, majestic and gorgeous pure-blooded dragons fell in a pool of blood. Their originally bright and majestic golden eyes had now turned into a dead gray.

The Yamata-no-Orochi stood in the center of the dragon corpses. Her two heads, which had been cut off by Zhou Xuan's sword, had now been restored to their original state.

Beside her, combatants from the Eight Clans of Sheqi were shuttling among the corpses of the dragon clan, collecting the remains of their fallen comrades.

In the distance, a pillar of fire with a terrifying diameter shot up into the sky, and a surging shock wave swept in like a tide.

In an instant, blood and mud splattered, and strong winds and heavy rain blew.

"This noise... should be Zhou Xuan fighting with someone?" The eight heads of the Yamata no Orochi all looked towards the red sky in the distance.

"I can't wait any longer. It's time to act." Lady White King whispered in her heart, "It's time to abandon this body."

After saying that, a white figure quietly stood above the Yamata no Orochi's head.

The woman was dressed in white and had an extremely seductive face.

Standing on a high place, she glanced at the countless people and corpses on the ground below.

Her golden eyes slowly lit up, and a golden ocean surged in her pupils. The light became brighter and brighter until it was as bright as the sun, illuminating the dark night.

The Yamata-no-Orochi under her feet suddenly began to wither, like a dried corpse that had been drained of water. Its originally huge body instantly became shrunken and hunched.

Along with the Yamata no Orochi, the corpses of hundreds of pure-blooded dragons also underwent changes!
Deep red lines grew out from the bottom of the corpses, which were channels drawn by dragon blood.

An endless stream of dragon blood flowed out along the lines and gathered under the body of the woman in white. An indescribable invisible pressure quietly covered the entire place.

All the combatants, including Yuan Zhisheng, were shocked at the same time, lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

At the same time, the woman in white recited an ancient and magnificent maxim.

Her voice was very soft, but the whole world seemed to tremble!
Silver-white lightning tore through the dark clouds in the sky, and tremendous thunder roared, but it could not cover up the woman's recitation at all!

The supreme power of the White King.

Word spirit: the world of Vosa.

The field expands!

(End of this chapter)