Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Starry meteorites, ash and annihilation, among the dust, Xiao Chen's ultimate killing mood matches the spirit of the king's true dragon, forming a golden killing word.

The throne behind the king's remnants, there are countless black dead, horrible will to death, forming a black and dead word in the void.

The two reached out and pointed each other, the golden killings and the black dead words, colliding together in the starry sky.

After all, the will is the will, which is one level higher than the mood. The ultimate killing mood matches the spirit of the king, and perhaps it is stronger than the pressure. But the true destructive power of the two is still very different.

With a bang, the golden word of the word collapsed and turned into a strip of free killing, swimming in the stars.

On the face of Wang Zhan’s black scorpion, he showed a sly smile, and shouted: “Hey!”

The slightly weak character of the breath, turned into a slender black sword, screaming toward Xiao Chen's anger, this is the transformation of his will, called the sword of the dead.

At this moment, the king is full of confidence in his eyes. Although his will to death is entangled with the limit of killing, he loses several layers of power. But the will to die must overcome an energy will, or the hand to get it.

When this sword is out, it will be able to easily destroy the thunder of the will of Xiao Chen, and then win the throne of the killing, he will be completely promoted to the invincible situation of the semi-sacred realm.

There are always subtle differences between thoughts and reality in the world. The thunder will of Xiao Chen is not an ordinary energy will, but an immortal will, a sacred thunder, and an immortal writing.

If it is a complete will to death, it may occupy the advantage of a higher will.

It is also possible to compete with Xiao Chen’s immortal Thunder will, and it will consume a few percent of the will to death, and it will be enough to see.

The eyebrows flashed purple, and the symbol of the immortal inscription flashed, and the electric light was torn. The black long sword was blown into nothingness in an instant.

The king refused to spit out a black blood, and there was no time to move. The purple symbol was with the immortal thunder, and it flashed into the sky.

When the electric light disappeared, Wang Ren’s man had been shot ten miles, a large meteorite, and he was directly hit into a powder. His chest was filled with a large blood hole, and the silk flower still flashed. .

Xiao Chen looked up and glanced at it. It was also a slight shock. I really don't know the body of this guy. What kind of material is made, the will is not able to penetrate.

Seeing the truth, the other party did not wear any secrets.

However, this has nothing to do with Xiao Chen. At this moment, Wang Zai has lost his fighting ability and poses no threat to him.

When the sole of the foot was gently stepped on in the starry sky, he came to the front of the death throne. In his gaze, he showed a burning look. Xiao Chen reached out and grabbed the throne.

At this time, a very dangerous feeling came, in the far distant star sky, three black dragons, running through the stars, toward Xiao Chen.

As long as Xiao Chen hands to catch the death of the throne, it will immediately be hit by this dragon, it is likely to be directly crushed into blood, dead without a whole body.

On the battleship of Tian Tianzong, two deputy lords, looked surprised and said: "Three dark dragons, really a king-class corpse dragon battleship."

"Xiao Chen retreats, it is the dark dragon of the refining of the real dragon body, you must not resist."

The owner of the temple on the left quickly rumored to Xiao Chen and told him to retreat.

Xiao Chen’s face was heavy, but there was no plan to give up. He had expected that behind the king’s remnants, there must be a big force to follow, otherwise the first exposure would not be so taboo.

A single king will not let him do this.

But now the throne has been exposed. If it is to leave, it will not be beneficial, and it will be hard to be reconciled to expose yourself to the heavy treasure.

He glanced lightly, and in his eyes, two purple and white lights flashed brightly. The fire of the Taiyin, the purple thunder is really hot, chasing in the void.

In the blink of an eye, a picture of Taiji chaos is formed. On the day of the gossip, the two instruments and four images, all kinds of mysterious world runes, the four elephants in the flash of the Taiji flame map form a complete trend.

"What is he doing?"

The deputy priest on the left, with deep doubts in his eyes, was puzzled.

"Well, the dark dragon can easily kill a defective Wusheng, we are not afraid to pick it up." The right-hander, some desperate sighs.

The golden light flickering, the tai chi yin and yang flame maps on the thousands of ray of light, out of the expectations of everyone, in the eyes of everyone's horror, actually blocked the three dragons.

But only blocked for a second, but this second is enough to do something.

Reaching out to seize the death throne and throwing it into the ring, the thunder burst at the foot of Xiao Chen, and quickly flashed toward the king-class battleship.

The aftermath of black, such as the lake water, generally rushes toward the square, like the wave of death, a starry meteorite, and is silently crushed into powder.

The aftermath came too fast, and Xiao Chen couldn't completely avoid it. He activated the sacred pagoda in the chest and formed a ghost of a pagoda.

The virtual shadow shattered, and Xiao Chen’s body rolled over several times, and a large mouthful of blood spit out in his mouth. I dare not look back, Xiao Chen stepped on the void and continued to fly toward the king-class warship.

"Running is very fast."

There was a deep voice behind him, a dark shadow in the distance, and a black chain tied to each other's wrists.

The horrible atmosphere is uploaded from the black shadow body, which makes people feel extremely depressed. This is a sly character that Xiao Chen can't deal with.

Huh, Xiao Chen suddenly flew in front of a fire, and when he fell, he came to the back of Xiao Chen and blocked the chase for him.

It was the white elder of the temple of the War Heavenly Temple. He held a five-foot-long sword, his sword was red, and he ignited the flame at the starting point. He was smashing the sword against the strange shadow.

boom!

The shadow that made Xiao Chen feel that his breath was suppressed was flew directly by the sword, and the fire was swept away, and it was extremely embarrassing in the starry sky.

Xiao Chen fell to the deck of the king-class battleship, only to see clearly, the black shadow turned out to be black all over the body, as strong as the cold iron, without the vitality of the deadlock.

Behind the devil, there is still a cadre old man holding a long whip, holding it against the white elder.

The old man of the corpse, the appearance of the white elders, the frowning of the brow, came to a master-level Wu Sheng who understood the will, which was a little troublesome.

The whip in the hand is volleyed, and it seems to have magical power. The magic of the chain and the chain of hands and feet, from the distance, quickly flew over and stayed in front of this person.

Look carefully, you will find this magical chest, there is a wound of up to three feet, how can not heal, the nausea of ​​the liquid from the wound, constantly rushing out.

It was caused by the white elders just a sword.

"Go and roll, people are not ghosts or ghosts."

The white elders were very disgusted with the corpse. After the devil, the face was gloomy and terrible, and the answer was unceremonious.

The old man of the corpse, when he heard this, was so angry that he could feel the invisible flames of the other side, and there were thousands of strong heavenly rules behind him.

I swallowed my words in the mouth and didn’t dare to say more.

The white elders are the masters of Wu Sheng, and they have realized the 60% of the flame will. If they are not the strongest, they will not have any scruples.

The corpse warrior seems to have received a voice, cold channel: "Give your family a wake up, it is best not to leave Tianwu domain afterwards."

After finishing the figure, he put away the magic and is ready to return.

"Big words!"

With a sigh of anger, the white elders cast the power of the flame will to the extreme. Behind the heavenly law, the dance is violent, and a flame sword with a height of a hundred feet is swayed, such as a vigorous river rushing to the past.

The old man of the corpse, a big jump, this guy is full of power, clearly want to destroy him.

"help me!"

Rumble!

A dust cloud scattered in the sky, three huge corpse dragons were chained together, pulling a black palace slowly emerged, a black old man flying in the palace.

Before the old man in black flies, he throws a corpse fire containing the will of death, assimilation of the flames of the white elders.

"The juniors learn from each other, and the skills are not as good as people. Our corpse temple has already been planted. Why should you be aggressive?"

The white elder eyes gaze, and the man in the black dress on the chest is embroidered with a golden little man's body sitting cross-legged.

In the eyes of Guanghua, the final chilling sound, turned and left.

Both sides have their own jealousy, and they dare not make a big move. A chaos caused by the sparkle has just ended and they are leaving each other.

"Lord, how can they not even kill the throne, just let us go."

The deputy of the two sides, very strangely said, the throne of death is the legacy of the ancient evil kings, and they are in harmony with their death avenue.

The white elders sighed: "It is estimated that the death throne, there are some other famous halls, Xiao Chen, you'd better put the branding into the death throne."

Xiao Chen nodded and understood that when he killed the throne, he almost broke into the killing. This death throne is not reminded by the white elders, he will also be cautious.

"what is that!"

On the deck, suddenly there were disciples, and pointed to the front with amazement.

Xiao Chen followed his gaze and saw a white body in the distance, a sequined draped in white gauze, floating in the starry sky, and staring at it, very scary.

If you look at it carefully, you will find that the sedan chair is not flying automatically. Instead, there are eight ghosts of green shadows, carrying the sedan chair and running fast in the sky.

"Eight ghosts lift the sedan, the master of the martial arts of the ghost family!"

"They followed the direction of the group of corpse warships and chased them."

The white elders have a very bad impression on the corpse and the ghosts. They hate the road: "Don't worry, let them bite the dog."

The corpse ghosts fellow initiates the death avenue, a corpse that collects the dead, a soul that collects the dead, and the direction of development is completely different, and each other is not pleasing to the eye.

Between each other, there are often many wars that broke out and dismantled each other. There are not many accidents about the appearance of this ghost car by the three white elders.

Xiao Chen is very interested in the ghost car, and the gods have been chasing the other side very far, he guessed it well.

The owner of the corpse dragon warship temporarily gave up the death throne, and it is very likely that it has a lot to do with the ghost car that is chasing after it.

Suddenly, the ghost car curtain opened a gap, the appearance of the Jiaozhong people, was clearly seen by Xiao Chen, could not help but scared a big jump, the footsteps involuntarily took a step back.

There was a female ghost in it, and her long tongue stretched out, her eyes were blind, and there was a black hole, and seven holes were bleeding.

When I looked at it carefully, I found that I just saw a phantom and the female ghost disappeared. A woman with a fair skin and a cold face, a woman in a red dress, smiled deeply at him and closed the curtain again.