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Kill the emperor's son!
In the eyes of Su Qinian and Ao Zhan, these three words were no different than a joke. The gap was too big and it was impossible to make the trip.
The two of them looked at Jingluan. This heir to the Heavenly Desire Dao even told them secrets such as Supreme Silver's battle name. It must have been planned for a long time. This one could not fail to see it. With the two men's current combat power, he Because, wanting to kill the emperor's son Wu is nothing more than a dream. There is no telling who will really bury these two dragon veins completely.
"This requires the help of Brother Ao's formation and Brother Su's taboos."
Jingluan's autumn-like eyes blinked gently, and her fair face was as crystal clear as jade, without any flaws. She was so beautiful that she was almost dreamy. She was holy and depraved, enough to seduce all living beings.
Su Qinian and Ao Zhan did not speak, but just looked at the woman. Although Su Qinian was still a little confused at the moment, why he suddenly understood the two origins of the taboo in front of Mingyue Ancient City, but after sealing off the Great Emperor After the phantom, he also tried Ao Zhan, but it was far less impressive than when the emperor had been phantomed, but it was enough to weaken Ao Zhan's combat power by nearly half.
But the emperor's sons were all killed by Ao Zhan, and the difference between the two was too big. Su Qinian estimated that with the power of the Tianlong Armor, including the opponent's unknown personal killing weapons, it would be very important to be able to suppress 20% of the opponent's combat strength. It's rare, but the remaining 80% of the combat power is far from what the two of them can resist.
Unless the two of them join forces, combine the void with time, and develop a wisp of space-time power...
Even so, Su Qinian is not sure that he is completely sure. If this is the case, the two of them would rather build a star-level ancient road to avoid this person and fight again in the future. Such a joint effort is contrary to their martial arts aspirations. They all have an invincible mentality, and are unwilling to join forces to fight against their peers unless they encounter an older and stronger person.
The Tianyu Dao girl opened one of her jade hands, and a piece of torn animal skin appeared in her palm, and then she slowly unfolded her hands.
The animal skin, which is only a foot long, is full of cracks and holes, some of which look like gun holes, some of which look like sword holes, and some of which look like spear holes. This animal skin is simple and simple, exuding the breath of vicissitudes of time. As soon as he unfolded it, Su Qinian felt that the taboo on his body was a little restless. He could clearly see that the animal skin was densely covered with no less than a thousand figures imprinted on it.
As the animal skin unfolded, the aura of the holy realm overflowed, very faint, as if it had been sleeping for a long time.
There are thousands of figures, both human and alien. At first glance, they are smaller than a fingernail, but they are all lifelike, as if alive, and full of charm.
"Prison Saint Picture!"
Ao Zhan spoke, with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes, and said, "How could it be in your hands!"
"Brother Ao has good eyesight."
Jing Luan seemed to have expected it, and the girl smiled and said: "This is the collection of the first generation ancestor of Tianyu Dao. As for how we got it, we, the younger generations, cannot know it. It's just that this formation diagram is a bit broken, and two more people are needed. Only with my brother's help can we truly recover and fight to imprison the saint."
Ao Zhan fell silent, and Su Qinian received a message. Originally, this prison holy picture was a thing of the Suotian lineage. According to legend, at the end of the Hundred Realms, it flowed out from that dusty history and sealed more than a thousand holy souls. Therefore, it is called the Prison Saint Picture.
This is a secret treasure. When rumors were at its peak, once it was activated and revived, it could imprison all the saints in the world, imprison the laws of the holy way, and even imprison their holy souls and lock them into the picture.
Prisoner of the Holy Picture!
Su Qinian stared at the animal skin spread out in the palm of the girl's hand. No wonder the forbidden taboo in his body was agitated. It turned out that it was once a thing of the heaven-locking lineage. In the name of prisoner saint, he really swallowed the world with anger. Even though it was broken now, it showed that His aura is not trivial. It is conceivable that once he is revived, even if it is far inferior to his heyday, it will be enough to suppress the power of the Holy Dao of the emperor.
In this way, even if the pressure is still huge when facing an emperor's son who cannot use the power of the Holy Realm, the gap has been greatly narrowed.
Immediately, Su Qinian and Ao Zhan looked at each other. They didn't speak, but they had already understood each other's thoughts.
As warriors, they are unwilling to let go of this opportunity. No matter how deep the entanglement between Dragon Burial Valley, the Human Dragon Family, and the Suotian lineage is, with an emperor's son who has a supreme silver battle name and is half a step beyond the ancestral ban. The confrontation, for the two of them, has the same meaning as the entire road to extradition.
Half a day later.
The three of them, Su Qinian, sat cross-legged in the position of three talents. The three original Tao fires were intertwined. One was like platinum and glass, sacred and majestic, and there was the sound of pulling iron chains. The other was as brilliant as silver, somewhere between reality and illusion. , there is also a colorful streak of six colors, sometimes intertwined, sometimes scattered, magnificent and mysterious, with an aura that arouses people's desire.
On top of the three original Dao fires, a piece of ancient animal skin floats and floats. This is the three people working together to refining the Prisoner's Saint Picture. As the contemporary owner of this Prisoner's Saint Picture, he has the imprint of the Heavenly Desire Path. The girl can feel, With the infusion of the forbidden power of the town, and Ao Zhan's subtle repairs to the formation diagram, although not to mention restoring the Prison Saint Diagram to its heyday, it has been able to barely activate, instead of being silent in her heavenly desire path. things.
In the next few days, the three of them practiced the Prisoner's Chart in the depths of this wild mountain. At the same time, Su Qinian's war soul clone also walked out of this wild land and entered giant cities, looking for possible exchange of star cores. At the same time, he was also telling many young masters from the Central Region that the descendants of Suotian had been under the starry sky of the Blade Spirit King and had never left.
"The star core is hard to find. Who will give it in exchange? It is a valuable treasure that suppresses the clan's heritage."
"The descendants of Suotian are looking for star cores and exchanged a large amount of formation materials with the seventh prince of the Ao family in Mingyue Ancient City. This is to build an ancient road to the starry sky."
"The ancient roads in the starry sky that require star cores are mostly star-level ancient roads. It is said that the seventh prince of the Ao family is proficient in formations, but he is not on top of the formation master. If you want to build a star-level ancient road, you must There must be a star core, otherwise it will be impossible to make the trip.”
"This is to avoid the road ahead and go straight to the ancestral land of the Central Region!"
As day after day passed, the news that Su Qinian and the two planned to build an ancient star-level road suddenly spread in all directions, and even began to spread in the East Pole Star Sky and spread to the neighboring West Pole Star Sky.
On this day, the boundary between the West Pole Starry Sky and the East Pole Starry Sky.
A young man stepped forward from a distance. He was a young man who looked like a demon. He was wearing armor that was darker than the night. He looked simple and unpretentious, like a black hole that seemed to swallow up all the light.
The young man's black hair was curly and wavy, hanging loosely on his shoulders. He had a strong back, walked like a dragon and a tiger, and had a stern face. His eyes were like two barren tombs, exuding the aura of death that seemed to bury all life.
As he took steps, the starry sky trembled, and the stars all over the sky dimmed. Under his steps, it was like thousands of innocent souls were roaring, and as his steps rose and fell, they were crushed to pieces.
It was too fast. With one step, the stars flowed backwards and the starlight connected in a line. Soon they reached the boundary between the two poles of the starry sky.
In the place where he was stationed, several faint dragon patterns appeared on the bronze body of this demon-like young man. Some were like dragons, some were like wild dragons, and seemed to be descendants of subspecies. At this moment, these dragon patterns all seemed like It came to life, twisted and struggled on the young man's body, and let out a series of unwilling roars.
snort!
The young man suddenly snorted coldly, and the black light flowed through his body. The roar quickly turned into a whine, and the dragon pattern disappeared again.
"I smell it, fresh dragon blood."
The young man suddenly opened his arms and took a deep breath. His stern face showed a bit of intoxication. His tone was calm and somewhat lazy. Then he lowered his arms and looked at the stars in the East Pole. He frowned slightly. The starry sky is indeed a bit dirty, far less refreshing and rich in aura than the ancestral land in the Central Territory.
However, the dragon blood here is more precious than any human dragon bloodline in the Central Territory Ancestral Land, or even the dragon clan.
"Ancient Heavenly Dragon!"
When the young man spoke again, his desolate and silent eyes revealed a somewhat unconcealable fiery meaning. This place would eventually become his creation place, helping him to take a further step. Perhaps he could erase the word "half step" and truly join the ancestral forbidden world. Among them, he became the strongest among the younger generation in the world, surpassing his contemporaries and vying for the first place under the stars.
Half a day later.
Under the starry sky of the Blade Spirit King, the wild land is boiling.
An emperor's son is about to come to this ancient land.
A young master from the Central Territory arrived first, and for the followers of Dragon Burial Valley, he asked the descendants of the Suotian lineage to come and apologize.
"What kind of descendant of Suotian, who is banned in the town, is just a small person from the frontier. As a sinner, he dares to slaughter the supreme descendants of the Central Region. This is a serious crime, and he is destined to die."
"It's just half-step of the ancestral ban and the perfect cultivation of the soul-melting realm. The emperor can crush him with one finger."
"It's too late to kneel down to welcome him, otherwise there won't even be a burial ground. The Emperor's action will erase all traces of his existence in the world..."
It has to be said that these young masters from the Central Region who followed Dragon Burial Valley worked hard and spared no effort to ridicule Su Qinian. The supreme inheritance also has strengths and weaknesses, and deep and shallow backgrounds. Among these newly arrived young masters, there are many saints and saints. There are even a few descendants of kings, but there are no children of the supreme king. Compared with the parents and children of the current emperor of Dragon Burial Valley, there is a huge difference.
"What kind of person is the descendant of Locked Heaven? Let him show up to take the blame. Don't be stubborn."
At dawn the next day, in a huge city, a Saint Son of the Central Region said coldly. His eyes were high, his expression was arrogant, and his mouth was filled with disdain. In the past two or three days, the figure of the descendant of the Suotian lineage had disappeared, leaving them alone. No matter how much they tried to provoke the generals, there was no sound, which made them even more contemptuous of the followers who arrived earlier. When they heard that the emperor's son was coming, the descendant of Suotian shrank in fear. It turned out that he was also afraid of death.
"It's no use not daring to show up. We have to face it eventually. Once the emperor arrives, there will be no way to survive in nine heavens and ten places!"
Another saint sneered. She had a beautiful face, but was as arrogant as a peacock. She frowned and swept the cups in the dining room to the ground. She only used the utensils she brought with her.
At this moment, deep in the wilderness, in a secluded mountain.
Su Qinian sat cross-legged in silence, with ninety-nine war spirit clones standing three feet behind him. (Please give me a recommended monthly pass. A genuine subscription from Qidian is the greatest support for Ten Steps! Please give me a guaranteed monthly pass in August.)
