The Eternal Emperor of the Wilderness

Chapter 1540, Narrow Enemy Road, Yuan Mystery Technique

The inheritance of the Heaven-defying Warlord is almost broken, and the ones that have been passed down are intermittent. Among the foreign demons today, there are quite a few who have obtained the inheritance of the Heaven-defying Warlord, but it is a pity that they are all incomplete. The inheritor of the Warlord has stepped into the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, but the inheritance is broken, and someone has to continue to write the inheritance, which is natural.

This man who lacked the inheritance of the Heaven-Defying Warlord searched for the incomplete pages, and the heroic and extraordinary man in front of him was unparalleled in majesty. , not weaker than the evil Tianjiao and the young emperor, who has stepped into the Invincible Immortal King for a long time, the background is also quite deep.

"I met an unexpected genius right after I came up. There are many powerful people gathered here, and there are a lot of foreign demons?" The Storm God King frowned. After stepping a thousand steps, it was obvious that there was a dividing line , We screened out the weak and weak ones, and those who can reach this step are all old-fashioned giants in the supreme realm, or the invincible fairy king, and the weak and weak are basically invisible.

But the destructive power of their cultivation base and the limit power they can exert are not enough to surpass the realm of the stars. Sometimes a little gap in front of the world's outstanding people is like the difference between heaven and earth, there is a difference between clouds and mud, not to mention a big realm.

"Storm God King, you are still alive?"

The heroic man put away his palms, his whole body was filled with anger, his eyes seemed to spew out fire, traces of pure murderous intent emerged from his body, suddenly, the sky darkened, and the air became heavy , Depressed, can't help but make people fall silent, with sweaty palms, as if being stared at by a huge wild beast.

"The Immortal King Against Heaven is still alive, right?"

The Storm God King smiled, with the corners of his mouth raised, showing contemptuous eyes, overlooking the middle-aged man, as if looking at another ant, looking insignificant and insignificant.

"This is downright fun."

Young Emperor Luankong put his hands on his chest, and a smile appeared on his cheeks that were as sharp as a knife. Now the road to enemies is narrow, and each of them has met the enemy in their own lives, or the hatred that cannot be washed away, only the death of one side , Only then can the existence of dragon and phoenix among people be created.

In the darkness, there was a figure that couldn't be seen clearly, vaguely, hazy, like a deity in the darkness, high above, mighty, king of the realm of the gods, in charge of the existence of billions of gods, he seemed to be otherworldly, Not in the human world, the crystal clear body bloomed with a trace of immortal divinity, and the mysterious dao rhyme spread out, like a mysterious figure that encompasses everything and accommodates everything.

"It's a very familiar feeling."

Tang Long's expression was a little dignified, and he frowned, as if he was a little dignified. In the gray and chaotic atmosphere, there seemed to be figures he was familiar with, and he couldn't see them clearly, but it made people feel a little dreadful.

"Young Emperor Ye..."

A voice sounded, but he never noticed the characters in the voice. Instead, he followed the words and looked at the hazy, gray, Daoyun youth Tianjiao and the enchanting figure flowing with immortal divinity.

"Tang Long, I am looking forward to meeting you again all the time. You made me wait too long."

A voice came out of the immortal divinity, and then a 27-year-old boy came out. He was very young, and his body was full of immortal brilliance. It seemed that his flawless body exuded a trace of divinity, so immortal and extraordinary. , like a god above all things in the world, the source of everything, looked at him, as if seeing a white hole in the universe that swallows everything, sacred and inviolable.

"It's really been a long time."

Tang Long's black hair is flying, his aura is soaring into the sky, and hundreds of millions of stars under his feet are interpreting. Among the boundless galaxy, there are 36 heavens on it, and a magnificent and magnificent temple stands in it, which is magnificent and magnificent.

"Today may not be a good moment, but let us meet, I weigh your strength, have you regressed, have you been defeated by others?"

Ye Shaodi stepped out, and in an instant, his figure was behind Tang Long. Before everyone could react, he and Tang Long stood back to back, like two immortals, overlooking everything in the world, like gods and demons.

"Rumble..."

In an instant, Ye Shaodi's primordial spirit walked out from between his eyebrows, and a colorful and gorgeous primordial divine weapon suddenly appeared. It was clearly the sword weapon condensed by the primordial spirit. Terrifying sword energy.

"Using the deified sword, this is the supreme skill "Yuantian Sword" of the Brain Demon God Clan, tempering a natal sword embryo with the primordial spirit, the pure primordial spirit, the pure way, carrying the runes and dao marks, interpreting the purest in the world The meta-occult technique, designed to kill souls."

Young Emperor Luankong was amazed, this "Yuantian Sword" is a Xinmi that is not handed down by the Brain Demon God Clan, and those who can practice it are extremely rare, even the Zhiyuan Heavenly Lord cannot practice it, only the Sisi Heavenly Lord, or even the Wuxin Emperor is so powerful Only those who are gifted can practice, and the difficulty of its practice is far beyond ordinary secret arts.

Primordial mysticism is rare in the first place, whether it is tempering the primordial spirit, or the technique of killing the soul, it is rare. Almost every secret technique has a very high starting point for practice.

Because, when the cultivation base is weak, it is difficult to strengthen one's own soul, and one's own primordial spirit is wasted for you. It is better to reach a certain level, and it is not too late to practice again.

The colorful primordial spirit soldiers came over very quickly, as if a colorful rainbow flashed across the void, and they slashed straight at them, as fast as lightning and as fast as fire, and with a sound of "咻", they had already reached Tang Long's eyebrows. .

This made the Immortal King terrified, because with such a slash of the Yuantian Sword, Daluo Jinxian would have to return to his soul and enter reincarnation. After hundreds of millions of reincarnations, he had a chance to repair his Yuanshen.

It's just that Tang Long is not bad, there is also a majestic and vast primordial flame gushing between his brows, like a big sun across the sky, extremely blazing, under the seven-color fairy light, there is a primordial spirit exactly like him appearing, he is wearing The golden battle armor, and the power of the primordial spirit are condensing a magic weapon and a war halberd.

His primordial spirit is very powerful, flowing with dense divine radiance, holding a halberd and wearing armor, he walked out of Niwan Palace, soared into the sky, and hit the "Yuantian Sword" with one blow. Head-to-head.

"Clanging..."

"Rumble..."

It was just the bombardment of the primordial spirit, and the whole world shook and created endless ripples, as if it wanted to destroy the world. Wherever it went, the mountains and mountains were shattered, and even the imperial pillars standing in the sky were bursting with noise.

(End of this chapter)