Chapter 650: Wang Zu
For a moment, Balian’s thoughts became chaotic like a wild horse running wild.
He was shocked and speechless as he looked at the not tall but comfortable and majestic figure under the dragon's eyes.
I don’t know why, but the dead heart under the chest seems to be in a trance, and it is extremely surging!
At this moment, he seemed to see the real...power that did not belong to this world.
The dark dragon raised its head from the eternal night in the void, and its invisible breath was like a mighty river.
There was thunder in the night sky, and the rain and dew fell, but at this moment, the sky in this world was not above the stars, but under the feet of that man.
The rain from the sky is pouring upward, and the force is as majestic as running through the sky and the earth. The rain curtain hangs upside down like a curtain, like a waterfall running against the sky. Each raindrop that keeps emerging seems insignificant, but in fact it is As big as mountains and rivers.
After the gathering, the vast power of heaven swept out, and the horror was hard to explain. The stars and rivers everywhere became unstable and swayed.
The huge galaxy quickly rolled up extremely cold temperatures, as if even the surrounding air was freezing.
The man standing in the ethereal void never lowered his eyebrows at the mighty thunder and rain on the opposite side. He raised his arm lightly and lightly patted the void with his palm. Under his palm, there was clearly nothing, but he struck. The sound of war drums sounded, and the loud roar spread throughout the void world.
With one palm, the frozen sea of clouds instantly boiled like a fire, and crimson clouds surged.
The clouds are torn and the stars are chaotic.
Thousands of splendid crimson golden clouds and fires gathered together. The man stamped his feet without changing his expression. Then, the heavy clouds and sea of fire that originated from the galaxy flowed from top to bottom, pouring fire all over the sea. , meeting the rain curtain in the sky.
An extremely magnificent battle should have been thrilling, and the appearance of Minglong swimming in the clouds and rain was also particularly magnificent, but the man's expression was calm and even a little leisurely.
He perfectly explained to Balian what true, crushing absolute power is.
The roar of the dragon shook the sky thousands of miles away, seeming extremely angry. A pair of black dragon horns penetrated the clouds and split the rain, and even directly punched a huge hole in the void and slammed into the man.
The hem of his clothes, which was not disturbed by the clouds and mist, rustled. The man put one hand on his back and raised the other hand casually, with his palm facing out.
Facing the gigantic Dark Dragon, he was like a fisherman teasing earthworms after the muddy spring rain. The breeze held his sleeves while he held the dragon's horn.
Minglong roared angrily and tried to open his mouth, but the man stood as steady as a mountain and did not move an inch. Minglong could not pry open the upper jaw, so he had to open his jaw with difficulty.
The dragon's lungs made the roaring sound of a volcanic eruption, and blazing lava flames burst out.
The man did not dodge or evade, letting the dragon flames wash his body. The ground behind him was not even allowed to be crossed.
The aura of the dark dragon lasted for a long time, and the dragon flame gradually extinguished. The man's clothes were not burned or changed at all, and his brows were blown by the wind, making him look a little cold and indifferent.
The huge empty pupils of the Minglong trembled. After the fire was extinguished and the wind cleared, it could see clearly that the hand holding its dragon horn was not actually touching it at all.
Just by holding it together, there was already a severe pain that was almost breaking from the dragon's horn!
I really don’t know what kind of terrifying lethality it will bring if this fist is clenched firmly.
The man exhaled gently and slowly said four words: "No disaster will be eliminated."
After the four words settled, the man standing with his hands behind his back took a step forward, just one step. But he took the high road and walked alone with domineering attitude.
The dragon's body, which stretches thousands of miles like a mountain, was lifted up with one hand, swinging a perfect arc in the vast void like a long whip. The huge body was pressed out in this space. Rumbling thunder sounds.
The man raised the sky with one hand and said in a deep voice: "The mountain is rising!"
In the endless void where clouds flow for thousands of miles, mountains and dancing silver snakes are pulled up out of thin air, and the mountains are connected.
The majestic mountains and hundreds of mountains are not illusory phenomena, but real mountains and seas. They move mountains in the universe and come as ordered.
The overthrown Dark Dragon slammed heavily into the mountains, cracking the mountains and rocks, and the scales fell as big as a sweeping force.
Dragon blood was sprinkled in the starlight, and the dark dragon roared and twisted wildly.
Such a huge and terrifying dragon clan, an extraordinary existence, in the hands of this seemingly ordinary man, is like a plaything, tossed and played with.
The dark dragon's horns unleashed a violent stream of lightning, finally tearing open a tiny opening in one of the man's sleeves.
The man's brows were slightly raised, but there was no change in the expression on his face. He let go of the Dark Dragon's horns and without saying a word, he raised his arms and punched, his posture was free and easy, and he had unquestionable domineering power.
Boom!
A punch fell, and the dragon horn that released the lightning and thunder of the heavens was broken by the punch.
Minglong was furious and was about to rise. He punched the head again. Minglong’s head was deeply dented. At the cranny of the skull, under the huge dragon body, there was a trace of nothing. The weightless dragon soul was directly blasted out of the body.
The look of the eyes of the Nether Dragon body suddenly dimmed, and the wild whiskers were unable to hang down. Only the dragon soul that was blasted out of the body was groaning in anger, and the endless energy around the body was inextricably linked. Hooking his own body, he struggled and squeezed into his body with all his strength.
The man seemed not to be seen, ignored him, and just concentrated on punching.
One punch followed another.
The angry roar of the Dark Dragon gradually turned into fear and resentment. As the continuous fists fell, the dragon soul that was blasted out of the body sank deeply toward the sky and the earth.
Until the body and soul were completely separated from each other, the man spoke again and said quietly: "The river is falling!" The undulations of the building were like huge icebergs. The clouds and gas turned into rain, pouring down wildly and scattering in all directions. Falling down, the vast water formed the momentum of a big river.
It was clearly a weightless dragon soul that fell into the river, but the falling river was very much like the legendary weak water. Without Hong Yu, no matter how much the dragon soul turned over the rain and clouds, it would be difficult to lift it. Half a splash can only be swallowed deeply by the river water.
The man's eyes slanted down, he raised his hand and held it empty, and said: "Shihan!"
The river water froze into ice, and the dragon soul was trapped in it.
The soulless dragon body was lifted up by the man and he tapped lightly on the other dragon's horn, and the body of the dark dragon was dotted with the starlight.
When the wind blows, the fallen flowers are blown into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, only a white dragon skeleton is left, floating in the void.
The world returns to eternal peace and tranquility. Between the man's big sleeves swinging lightly, a river of stars forms a bridge. He sits on the bridge, clasping his arms lightly. The glacier turns into beads, lying in his palm and spinning around. .
Bailian stood there frozen, as if he had been stunned, unable to recover for a long time.
The Dark Dragon is a dominant-level existence in the demon world. It is afraid that it can even fight against the big snake in the bronze door world.
The mount of the emperor, the carrier of the underworld, even the old devil can only suppress but not kill.
And this man, from beginning to end, had a mediocre aura around him, and there was no trace of any Taoist or magical power. However, he was as easy as picking flowers and fruits, and he collected such a dangerous thing in the six realms in the palm of his hand!
Him! Who is he? !
Bailian raised his head with difficulty, and his eyes fell on the Star Bridge. Under a bright moon in the sky, the man made it difficult to look directly at him.
In front of him, everything in the six realms seemed as small and insignificant as dust.
The raised head was as heavy as a stone, as if looking up directly in front of him was an impermissible act of disrespect.
It is said that people who have died once will have an extraordinarily hard life. Not only does Balian have a hard life, he also has an extraordinarily hard temper.
He gritted his teeth, frowned, and pressed his neck bones until they creaked. He looked directly at the unattainable man with a heavy gaze and said, "Who are you?"
< br>The man did not deliberately create a condescending and indifferent attitude. His gaze still gave people an extremely strong sense of distance. His eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts moved calmly and said calmly: "I gave you the answer."
Bailian was stunned. , recalling the name this man once told him.
Ni Di...
Your dad...
This is really a bad idea.
Bailian's gaze suddenly became extremely strange. In terms of appearance alone, he could not associate this ordinary-looking man with the royal general who was as famous as the gods.
Father...
This extremely strange and distant word rolled up a few times in Balian’s empty heart, like the wind rising from the ground, rolling close to the face, and finally coming back again. It fell silently, with no trace of shock left.
The man in front of him is more appropriately said to be his founder than his father.
Bailian was silent for a long time, and his fingertips were cold from the wind. He looked at the man, his throat rolled for a long time, but he could not say the word father.
Everything happened too suddenly and too strangely. In the end, it was just a polite and respectful four-character title: "General."
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, wearing robes all over his body. Her long hair began to dance without wind, and the color of her eyes and hair quietly changed dramatically.
Scarlet blood pupils, silver hair like snow and stars, that seemingly ordinary middle-aged face became extraordinarily handsome, like an extremely perfect god.
And his age seems to have become more vicissitudes of life.
The starry sea in the void far away is majestic and dazzling.
His silver eyebrows frowned slightly because of Balian's slightly rude title, and he opened his lips lightly and indifferently: "Kneel down."
The words were light, but powerful. Shen Rushan.
Bailian's whole body sank, and the earth, mountains and rivers immediately appeared under his feet, and an unparalleled heavy force poured on his shoulders.
That kneel down was unquestionable, let alone disobedient, forcing him to bend his knees. If he didn't kneel down, it would be like defying destiny. The laws around him were pressing down, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Bailian groaned, and a line of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his lips. He bent his legs and took a step forward. The ground trembled under his feet. He struggled to stabilize his body and stubbornly Bones, with a posture like an unyielding bamboo, stood up straight again.
He raised his head again and looked at the generals from a distance. Under the terrifying pressure, he never knelt down.
The general's brows relaxed a little. This time, when he looked at Balian, there was a trace of unnoticeable satisfaction in his eyes: "You are the one who has been here for hundreds of thousands of years. The second descendant who knelt down without respecting destiny."
Bailian wiped the blood from his lips and said, "Then the person in front of me should be Sister Si Li."
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Regarding Si Li, the general praised without hesitation: "She is indeed excellent."
I have a splitting headache. I had insomnia last night and am not in good spirits today. I can only write so much. Please forgive me
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