The blood of the wild river Styx

Chapter 503
Here, there is a strange space, surrounded by dao rhymes, as if representing the power of fate, slowly spreading, this space is dark and very empty, but at this time, inside the space, there are one after another, seventeen colors, Eighteen-color fate, in the fate, the thoughts of the strong one after another seem to be in a deep sleep and comprehension.

In this space, the rolling power of fate covers all fates and surrounds many fates. When it spins crazily, a vortex is formed. It is the power of fate, which keeps pouring into the depths of many fates. Bacai's fate seems to be changing.

"Om, boom..." The strange breath slowly spread out, and suddenly, one of them in this space exuded the fate of Longwei, and there was a roaring sound suddenly, as if under the influence of the power of fate, A monstrous change has taken place, and the vortex spins faster.

Boom, when everything calmed down, there was a super loud noise, the vortex disappeared, Longwei was still there, even stronger, but the fate that bloomed with seventeen colors was gone?
"Om!" A translucent true spirit on the spot, like the essence of the soul, suddenly flashed out. The true spirit was mighty and mighty, and it swayed, turning into a candle dragon.

"Hahaha, fate has finally transformed back to the true spirit. It seems that this is returning to the time and space of the prehistoric. I am the second clone of the main body. Therefore, the fate stone helps me to transform faster. Dijun, Laozi, Nuwa ,, They, it will take some time to regenerate the true spirit, but it will be soon, okay!" Zhulong laughed as he felt his own state.

In the next moment, there was a clicking sound, and the true spirit of Candle Dragon distorted the nothingness in front of him, and the power of fate oscillated, as if opening a tunnel.

"The Tablet of Destiny is indeed a treasure. Although I haven't been able to study it thoroughly, the ability I have shown so far is already shocking. This passage leads directly to the three realms of the prehistoric and desolate. It can be used by true spirits. Dijun and the others haven't woken up yet. , I'll go first..." Looking at the tunnel in front of him, Zhulong's expression moved, and he said with satisfaction.

Hey, Styx's second avatar, Candle Dragon True Spirit, entered the tunnel without hesitation. This tunnel is impressively connected to the three worlds of the prehistoric and wild, and one can enter the prehistoric without crossing the boundless.

"Buzzing...!" This place is obviously the space of the 'Slate of Destiny'. In the past, the blood path Styx hid in this space. time, so as not to be regarded as heterogeneous.

Zhulong was the first to wake up. Following the passage, the true spirit returned to the prehistoric world first. Dao rhyme lingered in the space, and the breath of fate filled the air. Di Jun, Nuwa, , and others have not yet woken up.

However, during the roar, his fate is also transforming into a true spirit, soon?
"Well, my second clone, Zhulong woke up so soon, haha, as expected of the 'Slate of Destiny', you go back to the prehistoric first, with your cultivation base, you can also help the first clone and E Cang!" Cang Mang In the depths, at the enchantment of the avenue, Styx's body shook.

However, he noticed that in the space of the fate slate, the second clone, Zhulong, woke up, and a light flashed in his eyes, and then Minghe's eyes showed ferociousness, and he shot crazily.

"How can this be so, Styx, I never imagined that in this time and space, your combat power and your two origins would have such a huge increase? Damn it, damn it!" The two enemy cultivators roared frantically, showing resentment on their faces. Along with the battle, they found that in the wild, not only could they not seal Styx, but even at the beginning, they couldn't suppress it.

"You are self-inflicted, you can't live, you covet my fate slate, everything today is self-inflicted, the sea of ​​blood is boundless, I will die for your soul!" Styx roared ferociously.

"No, everything shouldn't be like this. You are just a minor repair from the lower realm. You are just a person from the lower realm. You just have home court advantage. I don't believe you are so strong!" Howled unwillingly.

Pangu Great Thousand Worlds, 33 days, Great Palace of Heaven, Hall of Immortality, Zhongshan, ushered in several masters on this day, including Ji Hongjun from the previous generation, Dongfang Bubai, and Fuxi from the starry sky, looking at everyone, Zhong Shan's face turned serious, and he said solemnly: "Everyone, everyone must be very clear about the reason why I invited you here this time."

"We have to admit that the Haotian of the next era has a strong cultivation base. One of his souls can be used to seize the vast and desolate Haotian, and the avatars he cultivated all have the strength of the nineteenth stage of the ancestors. This is something we can't do. I did it, these years, I waited for the injury to have recovered, presumably Haotian has almost recovered, we can't give him time.

If it continues to be delayed, it will take a long time, and when he raises the realm of the avatar to the twentieth heaven by virtue of the Taoism of the main body, we will all suffer disaster. " Zhong Shan said solemnly.

"Well, that's right, Zhong Shan, everyone understands this matter. We must take advantage of the prehistoric time and space where there are only Pangu, Styx, and a few strong men. The foundations of the [-]th and [-]th levels are seriously insufficient, and they cannot pose a big threat." Under the circumstances, Haotian of the next era will be destroyed.

As long as this clone of Haotian is destroyed, his body will not be able to descend, so we will have buffer time! "The eyes of all the heroes in the last century were gloomy, Fuxi said.

"Also, fate is sealed by Haotian in the Qishu Shenlong's body. It is not a long-term solution..." Ji Hongjun, who was dressed in green robes, also said in a deep voice.

"Zhong Shan, what's your plan? Why don't you just say it, and we will naturally cooperate with you when the time comes." Dongfang Bubai said firmly with a cold gleam in his eyes.

Obviously, everyone understands that the next Ji Haotian is buried in the prehistoric world besides fate, and another time bomb is even more dangerous than fate.

Zhong Shan thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Soon, I will start the national war on the 33rd heaven in an all-round way. The troops will be divided into 33 groups, and every heaven will attack the Lingxiao Heavenly Court."

"Although Lingxiao Heavenly Court has heavenly soldiers and generals, but in terms of background, it will eventually lose to our Dalong Heavenly Court. This battle will definitely be defeated. If you lose territory and lose luck, Haotian will naturally be angry. When the time comes, I will launch a positive attack." Challenge, introduce it into the ancient starry sky, Fuxi, Dongfang Bubai, Hongjun, the three of you ambushed in the starry sky, suddenly broke out, and severely injured him.

Besides, most of Yan Chuan will also make a move. Over the years, we have also adapted to the rules of the prehistoric time and space, and we are no longer restrained like before. Twenty weights, you will definitely lose..." In Zhong Shan's eyes, there was a trace of fighting intent, as if his eyes were aggressive.

"Okay, but we still need to guard against Styx and Pangu. In the depths of the vastness, the avenue moves regularly. I think there is some trouble at Styx. Maybe he has no time to take care of the Three Realms. However, Pangu has been in the Pangu Palace, so we must be careful." Him!" Fu Xi said.

"Don't worry, where is Pangu, just leave it to Yan Chuan!" Zhong Shan laughed.

"Such a great kindness!" Dongfang Bubai, Ji Hongjun and Fuxi all responded.

Nether Realm, Netherland Continent, Great Qin Heavenly Court, Xianyang Palace, Yan Chuan is also meeting with the Emperor and the Immortal King of the Tomb in the main hall. Of course, there is also the clone of Ecang of Styx. One step is immortal, comparable to the nineteenth realm of ancestor immortals.

Yan Chuan looked at a few people, and said solemnly: "Emperor, after adapting to the prehistoric time and space, you can also display your peak combat power. The peak of Zuxian in the late nineteenth stage is responsible for watching over Pangu."

"I, E Cang, and the Patriarch of the Tomb will go to help the battle for 33 days while Zhong Shan is fighting. I don't know what you think?" Yan Chuan said very solemnly.

"I promised to make a shot for you, so it's no problem!" Er Cang said with a smile.

"The next era, Haotian, has the possibility of being promoted to the twentieth heaven. He is the public enemy of the world. I am the Immortal King of the Grave, and I have a duty." The Immortal King of the Grave, who is half human and half bone, said coldly.

When Yan Chuan saw this, satisfaction flashed across his eyes, and he nodded: "That's very good!"

The Nuwa Temple of the Human Race, surrounded by incense, enshrines the sages of the human race from generation to generation. There seems to be boundless humane beliefs. is that true?"

Nezha looked happy, and said in a deep voice, "My suzerain said..."

"Hahaha, okay, as long as this is true, our human race will go all out to take back the Kyushu!" Ji Xuanyuan laughed three times, his eyes suddenly showed ferocity, and turned to look in the direction of the Holy Court of the Great Zhou. Qiu Sheng said: " Wu Zhao, the blood feud of the human race must be avenged!"

"Sir, the Yellow Emperor, I have just received definite news that Daoist Hongjun of the last Ji, in Luoyang City, Taiji Palace, left Dongsheng Shenzhou not long ago, and went to the 33rd day. Zhong Shan must have invited him, Now only Wu Zhao is in charge!" Suddenly, at this moment, Confucian Mencius broke in to report respectfully.

"Okay? God is helping me, hahahaha!" Kong Qiu laughed loudly, dressed in a Confucian robe, surrounded by righteousness, at this moment, his eyes also showed hatred?

During that period of time, Hong Huang and the previous era formed a great hatred, and among them, the hatred between the human race and Wu Zhao Great Zhou Holy Court was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.

Too painful a wound no longer dare to touch, too deep sorrow no longer comforted, too cruel and cruel, no longer want to recall. Ordinary human youths will never forget the history of blood and tears in the war, when Kyushu fell, and the blood of thousands of warriors splashed across the sky.

What a deep hatred this is, the human race must take revenge and take back Kyushu! ?
The world of earth and immortals is as vast and boundless as the world. Today, the prehistoric seas are rich in reserves, with a lot of resources for cultivation, and there are hundreds of millions of aquatic tribes. Among them, the dragon tribe is the most respected, but this dragon tribe refers to the previous one. The Jilong clan and the prehistoric dragon clan have been besieged and strangled by various forces since the day when Zhulong fell in the past.

In the past, some prehistoric dragons chose to die in battle, some chose to surrender, and some hid themselves. The humiliated ones did not dare to show up. In the middle of the East China Sea, in an extremely remote place, surrounded by a large number of huge, aggressive coral reefs, A huge palace stands here. This palace is majestic, and there are screams and screams every day.

The name of the palace, Sin Dragon Palace, is the place where the dragon clan of the previous era held the prisoners of the prehistoric dragon clan. Of course, those prehistoric dragon clan who refused to submit were demoted as sin dragons.

Every day in this palace prison, I suffer torture, very tormented. Here, the lives of the prehistoric dragons are like ants and playthings. Even ordinary shrimp soldiers and crab generals are qualified to trample them under their feet. Behind the palace, there is a dead air, The place of decay.

There are dozens of bodies of divine dragons lying here horizontally. Most of them have been skinned and cramped, and the dragon blood has been sucked dry. The flesh has decayed over the years. There is only one, which seems to have just died before being thrown away. Same here, with a hideous look on his face.

"Damn it, in the past time and space, I used dragon balls to refine the sea. Originally, the water and dragons were all within my dragon balls, but the moment I left Wuji, all the dragons and waters were repelled by the 'Slate of Destiny'. I left Most of the prohibition marks on them were also destroyed by the power of space-time turbulence, did they get out of control? Heh!
So what, no matter how many epochs, among the four seas, I, Zhulong, am the only supreme, ang! "Suddenly, a cold voice came from the dead dragon body.

"Om, boom!" The dragon's power spread slowly, and there seemed to be a true spirit swimming slowly in the body of the fallen dragon. This true spirit emitted a monstrous dragon soul. This soul has seventeen colors and its power is infinite. , Under the bang bang tempering, the dragon body undergoes an essential transformation.

The blood boiled again, the flesh became stronger and tighter, the dragon scales exuded a dark luster, the body slowly expanded, the dragon claws became thicker, the dragon horns grew again, winding out more branches, like Like towering towers, with great ominous power, suddenly flashed.

(End of this chapter)