Myth boss chat group

Chapter 145 Calculation
Primordial Mine.

These four words have a kind of terrifying power and influence. They are one of the seven forbidden areas of life. They are full of dangers, and there is an existence comparable to that of a great emperor.

Ye Fan's face became very exciting.

The living emperor, this is the most shocking news.

And he is the emperor of the ancient creatures.

This is enough to make him think a lot, plus what Xu Yin said earlier, there will be a dark turmoil in the future, and the source is the ancient royal family; , countless human races were reduced to blood food, the planet howled and collapsed, and blood gathered into a river.

Group leader Xu Yin: "There is not only one ancient emperor of the ancient life; in the ancient mine alone, there are four flawed ancient emperors sleeping, and there are many emperor-level existences in the other restricted life zones."

In the future, although Ye Fan became emperor and successfully prevented the spread of darkness and turmoil, the human race in the early stage still suffered countless casualties.

If you can use the Dragon King of Casting Stars to test the ancient mine in the early days, or consume some power, the world that covers the sky in the future may be much calmer.

Ye Fan's eyebrows jumped wildly, there is more than one emperor!

There are four ancient emperors in the ancient mine alone in the early days, and the seven forbidden areas of life all exist at the level of emperors!
The joke was too big!
But after pondering for a moment, Ye Fan didn't doubt Xu Yin's words too much, because he had also entered the restricted area of ​​life, and the power he felt from it definitely reached the emperor level.

The living emperor, the ancient emperor...

Ye Fan raised his eyes and looked at Beiyu. The world in front of him was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

The primordial beings have begun to appear in the world, and they have shown obvious hostility towards the human race. It is impossible for the two sides to coexist peacefully, but if there is a chance, they will swallow each other in one gulp.

Instead of waiting until these ancient creatures slowly become stronger, it is better to give them a big one before that!
According to the group leader, there is an unimaginable god in the world where the Black Emperor is currently staying. The chat group can transfer it across boundaries, but in the absence of exact coordinates, the place where it is teleported is random. of.

It may appear in the restricted area of ​​life, or it may appear in the territory of the human race.

If an existence of this level becomes violent, it will cause an unimaginable crisis.

Only sending it into the restricted area of ​​life is the best choice.

Ye Fan: "I will give it a try, but it will take a little time."

……

Freljord.

The ice sheet was already in a mess, surrounded by thick clouds and mist.

The sword demon walked across the battlefield carrying a ferocious blood sword, and countless barbarians and Ice Plains tribe soldiers died wailing.

The armor on the giant bear was broken, the white hair on its body was stained red with blood, and a hideous wound appeared, exposing the bones deep in the flesh and blood.

The thunder light around him began to weaken.

Facing the enemy in front of him, the always invincible power of thunder didn't seem to have any effect.

Ornn held the sledgehammer, panting.

His face was pale, he was covered in blood, and even one of the sharp horns on the top of his head was broken, making him look very embarrassed.

The Sword Demon walked on the ice field, looked indifferently at the two gods who were barely able to keep standing, and said indifferently: "Ornn, Volibear...you disappoint me just like the other gods."

"Aatrox!" Ornn gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, "What are you going to do?"

The sword demon narrowed his eyes and smiled cruelly.

"I don't have that name anymore."

In the distance of the ice field, a woman holding an ice bow struggled to stand up, stretched the bow and arrow vigorously, and ice crystals began to condense in the palm of her hand.

The sword demon didn't turn his gaze away at all, and waved the blood sword in his hand casually.

Terrifying blood flashed, mixed with the sound of sharp breaking wind.

Ashe's pupils constricted, and under this murderous aura, even her movements began to become sluggish. She wanted to avoid the blow, but her body began to lose control.

"Oh!"

A figure knocked Ashe down, a huge sword lying in front of him.

The blood flew up, and the barbarian King Tryndamere staggered and fell to the ground with a roar of pain.

"Aatrox!"

Tryndamere howled in anger and despair. His tribe was slaughtered by the other party. After several years of training in the ice field, he wandered on the border of life and death, and possessed several times stronger power than before.

I thought it was a battle of revenge, but I didn't expect that there would be such a big gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides.

The power that he is proud of is not worth mentioning in front of the other party.

The sword demon ignored Tryndamere. In the eyes of the sword demon, this savage was just a dispensable existence. He shook his sword and walked towards the two gods of Freljord.

"You asked me what I want to do...it's very simple," the corner of Sword Demon's mouth slightly curled up, "I want to kill people...oh no, kill God."

Aoun's gaze became fierce, and he exchanged a glance with the giant bear, both of whom could see the panic in the other party's heart.

The sword demon is indeed extremely powerful, even beyond the scope of ordinary gods, and even the two of them can't defeat it together.

"You are such a lunatic!" Aoun roared, and raised the warhammer in his hand again: "Darkborn, it really is the source of all destruction! Do you want to destroy this world? The protoss of Targon will seal you again!"

Protoss?

When the sword demon heard these two words, his face became very strange, as if he was sneering, but also as if he was hating.

"Protoss...I'm waiting for them to come to me..." The Sword Demon smiled sternly, then lowered his head to Aoun's ear: "It was for this purpose that I started killing gods; mortals' fate is too low , it is very difficult to attract the attention of the Targon Peak, only the death of the gods will quickly make the Targon Peak notice me."

Ornn swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if he had woken up to something.

"You lunatic, want to plot against Mount Targon?"

The giant bear began to vomit blood, and then sneered: "Aatrox, if you want to plot against Mount Targon, you must be prepared to be smashed to pieces!"

The sword demon bowed his head, staring at the bloody sword in his hand.

"I've already prepared to go to destruction with this world...Life, what precious thing is it?"

wave!

Two bloody sword lights lit up!
The bodies of the giant bear and Ornn fell to the ground!

"Freljord, there is another god..." The Sword Demon took a deep breath and looked at the distant sky: "Forget it, it should be enough to disturb those people..."

Targon.

This sacred mountain seems to be shrouded in divine light forever, surrounded by majestic divine power.

Countless mortals take it as an honor to climb this sacred mountain. It is rumored that after mortals climb to the top of the mountain, they can gain the power of the gods.

Just like the former mortal Atreus, after completing the trials of Targon, his body was taken away by the war protoss, and he became the spokesperson of Targon walking in the world.

"The Darkborn have appeared again." On the precipitous and strange peak of Mount Targon, a faint voice sounded, as if from outside the sky, "Two gods have died."

A protoss in the shape of a little girl frowned, standing on the boulder, holding her cheek.

"You once taught mortals how to seal the Darkborn... so this time, it's up to you!"

(End of this chapter)