Talented Valkyrie

Chapter 1889 Destruction
On the ground riddled with holes, a bronze coffin was suspended in the blood-colored sky.

Under the sky, there are hundreds of ancient blood spirit kings, watching over the blood body suspended under the copper coffin.

Under the restriction of the ancient temple, Chu Tian looked up and was deeply shocked by this scene.

At this time, the coffin-carrying man had both limbs broken, his blood and bones were exposed, and a knife cut on his chest was split, and the internal organs could be seen wriggling in the chest and abdomen.

His grim face was no longer that of a skeleton covered in blood and pieces of flesh.

A blue light was released from the bronze coffin, covering the man who carried the coffin. He bowed his waist, half kneeling, and was on the verge of death.

Chu Tian could imagine what kind of arduous and fierce battle the coffin-carrying man had gone through during these few hours.

Originally, every ancient blood spirit king was only slightly inferior to the berserk coffin-carrying man. Now that the ancient blood spirit king has split into a hundred, the pressure on the coffin-carrying man is so great!

If it was an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would have resigned himself to his fate long ago.

Seeing the broken blood body, Chu Tian was moved, which made him think of those ancestors who once guarded the human race, fighting to the death and unyielding!Even if there is only a skeleton left, we must do it to the end!
Hundreds of ancient blood spirit kings roared in unison, and rushed towards the coffin-carrying man with the blood knife in hand.

They stabbed one after another, and their divine power hit the blue light that enveloped the coffin-carrying man. This blue light was the last line of defense of the coffin-carrying man. If it was breached, his end would be smashed to pieces.

boom boom boom...

The sound of explosions shook the world, and every impact of the ancient blood spirit king would shake the bronze coffin, and the swaying blue light would dim a little.

According to this speed, Qing Guang would be defeated in less than a quarter of an hour.

At this moment, black flames were burning in the two bloody eyes of the man carrying the coffin.

He stood up, and the blood slid down his festered cheek like raindrops.

He raised his head, cold and haughty, even if he broke the road, he still conveyed the aura of a charming world.

He roared hoarsely, actually urging the black divine power, intending to take the initiative to attack.

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

Black divine power surged around his body, and he stood between the heaven and the earth like a blood-soaked demon god at this moment.

However, how could the hundred ancient blood spirit kings be so easy to deal with?
What he did was nothing more than a generous death.

But Chutian didn't rush out immediately.

Because Chutian's veins are too few, and the power of shackles cannot be exerted without limit, his strength cannot compete with these ancient blood spirit kings.

"If you fight to the death, regardless of the damage caused by the shackles, you may have a chance to save the man who carried the coffin."

Chu Tian was thinking about it.

If Chu Tian separates the dragon-shackle power from the god-shackle power, instead of restricting each other, and instead launches a blow with all his strength, he may be able to repel those ancient blood spirit kings and save the man who carried the coffin.

But by doing so, the chance of Chutian himself being bitten to death by the force of shackles is as high as [-]%.

At this moment, the figure of the man carrying the coffin was about to step out of the range of the blue light, and the final desperate battle was about to begin.

"Since you saved my life, I'll give it back to you if it's a big deal. I, Chutian, never owe anyone else!"

In the end, Chutian chose to fight and let go of the fight.

hum!
A sword intent condensed in front of Chu Tian.

In this sword intent, there was the sound of the roar of the evil dragon.

That's right, Chu Tian blessed the pure power to restrain the dragon in his sword intent.

At this moment, all the ancient blood spirit kings stopped, as if frozen in mid-air.

Blood-red gazes converged on Chu Tian's body as if they were real.

Then they trembled, they roared, they went crazy!

Even the coffin-carrying man who was on the verge of death cast his eyes on the place where Chu Tian was, and his eyes were full of shock.

As a result, the footsteps that the coffin-bearer was about to step out retreated.

The next moment, another coffin-carrying man's body flew out of the bronze coffin, replacing the broken body.

"you succeeded."

The man carrying the coffin looked at Chu Tian, ​​his tone was very flat, but it could be seen that his emotions became very complicated at this moment.

"wrong."

At this time, the coffin-carrying man frowned, and immediately widened his eyes.

"You! Your true dragon power..."

He couldn't help trembling. After the last battle with Chutian, he knew that Chutian could imitate the breath of a real dragon.

But this time the dragon power he felt was quite different from the last time.

Even his soul couldn't help but want to worship this majestic breath.

"The power of the twin dragons? No...does the power to shackle the dragon really exist!"

The coffin-carrying man's Adam's apple twitched, and the horror in his eyes could not be concealed.

Immediately, he grinned wryly again and again, this was the first time in his past life and this life, he felt a gap with others, a big gap.

"You don't have to fight them desperately, go to the ancient temple and destroy that throne, everything will be over."

After a moment of silence, the voice of the man who carried the coffin came to Chu Tian's ears.

"Ok?"

The sword body that Chutian was about to attack collapsed in front of him.

"Well, you heard it right. This hall is the burial place of an ancient king. The reason why his blood can transform into a spirit body is because the resentment of his soul still remains on the throne. If the throne is destroyed, everything will be ruined." Then it was destroyed," said the coffin-bearer.

"I'm curious, how do you know everything about this place so well." Chu Tian's voice came.

"I really want to know?" the coffin-bearer said indifferently.

"You don't have to say anything." Chu Tian spread his hands.

"Ha ha."

The man who carried the coffin smiled wryly, and said, "This ancient king was once my eldest disciple, and I treated him like my own son. This palace was bestowed by me. Destroy it, or it will be too late."

As he said that, the coffin-carrying man looked at the hundred crazy ancient blood spirit kings. They were stimulated by the dragon power Chu Tian showed just now, and they were completely mad, ready to attack the ancient temple's prohibition.

The Hundred Spirit Kings, in a state of madness, hit the restriction, of course, it is possible to break the restriction.

"it is good."

Chu Tian responded lightly, turned around and stepped into the ancient palace.

In front of the main hall, above the thirteen steps, there is a dusty metal dragon chair.

Without hesitation, Chu Tian blasted out with a sword.

Boom!

The entire hall shook violently, and to Chu Tian's surprise, his sword did not land on the throne.

Instead, he was caught by a phantom of a young man with both hands.

"Get out, get out for me!"

The phantom had a ferocious face and roared frantically.

"Is this your resentful spirit? Your Xu Jiu Divine Vein has found a new owner, ashes to ashes to ashes, you should leave."

Immediately, Chu Tian closed his eyes, and thirteen silver-gray sword spirit bodies surrounded him.

"Damn it! You should die, you stole my god's veins..."

The phantom roared angrily, but the thirteen-handled sword spirit body spun out, and the wraith he turned into was split, exploded into a cloud of dust, and scattered from the air.

The throne was torn apart and turned into scrap copper and rotten iron.

This ancient temple that existed for an unknown number of years collapsed suddenly.Outside, the hundred fierce ancient blood spirit kings exploded one by one, turning into blood mist and dissipating from then on.

The darkness receded, and the desolate land was filled with dim light.

Chu Tian stood opposite the coffin-carrying man. Not far away, Ling's figure was stiff, and the two figures were reflected in her cold eyes. If she was emotional, she must be very scared at this moment.

(End of this chapter)