hold head high!
Su Qinian opened his mouth, and a vast dragon roar was different from the past, like a ray of skylight, shining through the netherworld, and behind it, an ancient heavenly dragon whose whole body was condensed like light emerged.
The crystal-clear dragon body seemed to have condensed the most primitive light of the heavens. It was suddenly aimed at Su Qinian in front of him, and as Su Qinian spoke, a roaring dragon roar was emitted at the same time.
There is a majestic, vast and masculine aura, like the sky and the sea bursting its embankments, or like the sun falling. The endless light and heat, accompanied by the substantive roar of a dragon, wash over Su Qinian and resound throughout the top of the sacred mountain. , which also made the young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe in front of him change his tired look. He groaned and staggered backwards. At the same time, the seven ink rings wrapped around Su Qinian's body were also heard in the dragon's roar. Exploded to pieces.
"impossible!"
On the wild prairie, the indifferent Jiuqu Pluto, standing in the gray wind and snow, lost his composure for the first time. He shouted in a low voice. Not only did he break free, but he also pushed over with more force. Although he was a member of the Nether Clan. The enlightenment is far from perfect, or even just a incomplete method, but such a change is still beyond his expectation. Although the young Suotian War King has a higher level of will than imagined, even if he does not suppress his body, In the view of Jiuqu Pluto, with the power of the Heavenly Sound of Death, there is a great chance of winning, but he did not expect...
"What method is this?"
In the arena of gods and demons, the young quasi-king of the underworld's black hair was a little messy. He no longer looked as lazy as before. He looked at Su Qinian with an unprecedented serious look.
"Tianlong Bayin."
Su Qinian's tone was calm. This was a corner of the inheritance from the ancient Tianlong. He did not expect that it would be passed on to him in this way at this time. It seemed to be moved by Xuanhuang Daoxin, as if it matched a certain rhythm. He had just inspired the Tianlong bloodline that he had refined, and obtained this Tianlong method.
Tianlong Bayin, what he just used was only one of the eight tones, King of Light's Fury. In addition, there were seven changes such as Water Dragon Yin, Fire Linlie, etc. From Su Qinian's current perspective, this It seems that the Tianlong Bayin only has eight tones, but in fact the eight tones overlap and there are endless changes. However, with his cultivation level, he can only scratch the surface at the moment, let alone he is not familiar with the music. If he wants to truly master this Tianlong method I'm afraid there's still a long way to go before I can master it all.
However, the Death Tianyin used to deal with the young quasi-king of the Underworld is more than enough.
"Dragon Eight Sounds, the ancient Tianlong method," the young quasi-king of the Underworld clan murmured, then took a deep breath, and then breathed it out gently, "I lost."
His ghost soul was weak, and the shattering of the souls of the seven ghost snakes left him with a missing ghost soul. Although he had not died, the lack of his spiritual soul was equivalent to cutting off the way forward, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to make any further progress.
The fighting spirit returned and the energy and spirit were reunited. Su Qinian opened his eyes and looked at the young quasi-king of the underworld who had disappeared in front of him. This gods and demons arena really protected the challengers. As long as they surrendered, , you will be protected. Of course, if you don't have time to speak, you will be killed by the champion, and the Gods and Demons Arena will not interfere.
Lost again!
On the Muling Star, millions of strong men from all races sighed in their hearts. The young King Suotian was hailed as the best in the world. He was indeed not an ordinary strong man. In the field where his opponent was the strongest, he was still able to suppress even his own body. After completing the struggle, this strong posture will leave even the pickiest person with nothing to say.
At the same time, people also got a glimpse of the background of the Nether Clan. Although the Nether Clan and the Ghost Clan all denied it, the powerful people of the various clans were not so easy to fool, especially the supreme beings of the various clans. The figure of the quasi-king of the Underworld is etched in his heart, and the reappearance of the death prelude is definitely a major event that shakes the heavens, no less than the fall of the Eight Emperors and Ten Kings, and even has a more profound impact on the future.
On the wild prairie, Jiuqu Pluto sighed in his heart. After all, he had saved his life. As long as he did not die, there would be infinite possibilities in the future. He, the Pluto clan, had lost two games first, and there were still six more to come. He must at least win. It took four games to obliterate the young King of Locked Sky.
But, is this possible?
On the Muling Star, many strong men from various tribes asked themselves in their hearts that the young War King Suotian was too strong. This was a despairing power. Whether it was the Son of Netherworld or the mysterious young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe, It can be said that it is rare in the world. Looking at the strong men of the same generation in the world, it is rare to resist them, but they still failed miserably in the field they are best at. Even the most fragile souls cannot find a flaw. The next six gods and demons arenas , and what will be the ending...
Only a group of strong men from the True Dragon Clan had bright and shining eyes. The majesty of the ancient heavenly dragon penetrated into their hearts and was engraved in their minds. Especially after the roar of the heavenly dragon that shattered the sound of death, several dragon kings looked at each other. At one glance, they all saw the emotions of shock and depression in each other's eyes. If we talk about the current world, who else can understand their own origins and the ancient heavenly dragons better than their True Dragon Clan.
Several Dragon Kings are certain that the young War King Suo Tian has received part of the Heavenly Dragon inheritance. As for how much this inheritance is, it is unknown, but it also confirms that he has obtained the purest strand of Heavenly Dragon bloodline. In the future, there is the possibility of transforming into a heavenly dragon.
Three hours later, the top of the third sacred mountain.
That was Emperor Yangshi, a young overlord from the Stone Clan. He had gray-gold stone hair and distinct blocks of flesh and blood. He looked very majestic. Standing there, he looked like a stone tower, which could be over a foot high. His body was dark and flowing. Deep metallic light.
But the strong men from all tribes did not hold out any hope for this person. The Stone Clan was good at the physical body, and the Yangshi Emperor's son was even famous among the heavens for this. Who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the young Suotian War King? The body of a War King is truly comparable to that of the True King, who has smoothed out the huge gap in Taoism and enlightenment.
Expecting this person to have a spiritual duel with the Suotian successor, the strong men from all races were even more afraid that he would not be able to hold on for even one breath, and his soul would fly away in the long roar of the dragon.
"Stone Clan." Su Qinian stepped onto the third arena of gods and demons and looked at the Yangshi Emperor, "You should already know the first two games and you can choose."
The Yangshi Emperor's son didn't look handsome at all. He had a sinister face and looked very evil, but his eyes were very calm, which was inconsistent with his appearance. He was very calm, even in an alternative way. After two fights just now, when he looked at Su Qinian, he still showed no signs of timidity and said, "My name is Yang Shi. You don't need to remember me, but please remember my fists."
"Do you want to compete with me in physical fitness?"
Su Qinian was a little surprised. In his opinion, this was the most unlikely decision for the challengers from the four tribes to make this time, because there was no chance of winning at all.
"Yes, I want to compete with you in physical fitness." Emperor Yangshi nodded heavily with a serious look on his face.
As his voice fell, the familiar invisible power swept across again, and Su Qinian's spirit, energy and spirit were separated. This time, he retained a body of war blood, while the human race's war spirit fell silent, and the war soul only retained the most basic elements of a body of war blood. The control of others, such as the immortal will, etc., cannot be provoked.
Boom!
Almost at the next moment when the mighty force swept through, in the golden divine light, a divine furnace seemed to be revived in the body of the Emperor Yangshi. The golden stone blood was like a sun lake erupting, and his entire dark body changed. It shone brightly, like it was cast from gold. The burning and strong energy and blood set off a scorching hurricane on the top of the sacred mountain.
Competing in physical fitness?
On the Shepherding Star, most of the powerful men from all races who are paying attention to this battle at this moment have expressions of astonishment. Does this make sense? In particular, many strong men of the Stone Clan felt the doubtful looks from all directions, and their faces were not very good-looking. This was indeed a bit ridiculous. Emperor Yangshi was very strong, and he stood out among the young overlords of their Stone Clan and stepped forward. In the field of quasi-king, especially in terms of physical strength, it is difficult for anyone of his peers to match him. However, the opponent in front of him is a young war king, not even an ordinary war king. He is on the road to the ancestral blood change. In this way Rather than competing for physical fitness, is it to maintain the unnecessary pride in one's heart, or is it really helpless?
Some stone tribesmen looked towards the end of the gray wind and snow, hoping to get answers from the supreme stone tribesmen. Unfortunately, the chaotic energy was silent and there was no intention of responding at all.
The third arena of gods and demons.
Su Qi young shook his head lightly and didn't say anything, but the battle blood surged in his body, and red gold chains emerged one after another on his body, embedded in his body. The six boundaries were sealed one after another, and in the end only one boundary was left open. , Su Qinian had a brief thought and closed this first boundary. In terms of the vitality of Qi and blood, it was slightly inferior to the Yangshi Emperor's son at this time.
"Don't underestimate me!"
Emperor Yangshi shouted coldly. He stepped like a mountain avalanche, and stars seemed to explode under his feet. Every step he took made a sound. Although there was no blessing from Taoism and immortal will, there was still a terrifying atmosphere. He waved his golden fist, Pierced straight forward, the fists shook continuously, Su Qinian seemed to see ancient stars exploding one after another, and the scorching blood of the quasi-king hit his face.
"Star Burning Fist!"
In a corner of the wild prairie, there is a stone clan concentrating. This is the famous boxing technique of Emperor Yangshi. Emperor Yangshi's son inherited the emperor's boxing. Although this boxing is separated from the arena of gods and demons, but just observing the appearance, he has undoubtedly learned the true meaning of the boxing, but Due to limited cultivation and enlightenment, it is still unable to show the power of the emperor, but even if it is only performed with the blood and energy of a quasi-king, it is still astonishing.
On the other hand, on the side of the God-Devil Arena, the young King Suotian stood motionless, looking very calm. Even to Emperor Yangshi's point of view, it was too quiet, and he gradually could no longer feel any energy or blood. There were fluctuations, until the moment when his fist was about to touch his chest, there was a palm, which looked soft and traceless, just lying in front of his fist. (Please subscribe, thank you all for your subscriptions and tips!)
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