Chapter 393 Death of Star Lord
Although the zombie swarm is terrifying, and their cultivation levels are all at Sanyuan level, their shortcomings are too obvious, especially the fire of Suzaku and the restraining effect of the blazing sun on them. It is unparalleled.
And their desire to attack did not seem to be strong. Under the various flames of Tang Yuan and others, they only retreated steadily without attacking.
Wang Xiaoliu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "What happened here? Xingjun fell like rain, like weeds. This is too scary!"
"Fortunately they are now They are just a group of zombies without intelligence. Otherwise, how can we survive if we just swarm them?”
Tang Yuan glanced at him and chuckled, "How do you know they have no intelligence!
Before he finished speaking, he saw a group of corpses moving neatly and roaring to the sky together. The neighing sound was low and hoarse, with a hint of Even if I pour all the water from the nine heavens and ten earths, I can't wash away the endless hatred.
At the same time, the cold air of the corpses gathers together, forming a monstrous force, and the cold waves are getting higher and higher. Continuously, the momentum is higher than the previous one, and it is as heavy as a mountain.
The cold wave will almost extinguish the fire in all directions, and the coldness will invade. Even the great monks of the Four Spirits level will feel stagnant in their movements. Thinking slowly.
Looking around, the corpses gathered into a river, spreading in all directions, flowing in all directions, and the flames that Tang Yuan and the other four had worked hard to maintain were like a small boat in the storm. The lighthouse will go out at any time
Lord Huoyaoxing's expression changed. He was the weakest among the four. Facing the cold wave, he could no longer hold up, and the wall of fire was crumbling.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, all the star power in his body spurted out, and the intensity of the fire suddenly increased several times. However, he was immediately hit by a violent counterattack from the cold wave, and all the fires due north were extinguished.
A rigor mortis transformed by an unknown star king rushed straight into the crowd, followed closely by... countless waves of corpses.
If they were rushed in by this group of zombies, even if there were ten times more Miyuan Daixiu, everyone would only be drowned under this mountain of corpses and river of corpses.
At this most critical moment, You Lao moved. He took a long breath, his chest bulged, and there was a muffled sound of thunder echoing.
Then it spit out toward the north, an extremely dazzling ball that even took away the sun. The thunder of Suzaku's light suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire sky so brightly that it was impossible to see!
Thunderbolts flashed and collided continuously, sparks were generated, and in an instant, the rigor mortis in front was split into a ball of fly ash.
The raging and violent thunder method actually stopped the influx of the river of corpses.
Tang Yuan, Mi Tian and Li Lin also drew their hands, and three balls of fire struck the north, once again surrounding the cultivators. At the same time, many ordinary fire cultivators also tried their best to make up for it. Got that missing spot.
Although the fire in all directions was swaying, it could be regarded as protecting the cultivators again. However, the situation was extremely serious and not optimistic.
Under the cold air of the corpse tide and the continuous rush, it was only a matter of time before this small fortress was breached.
"Roar!"
The roar of the zombie tide became more and more crazy, and the true meaning contained in it seemed to inspire the deepest fear in the hearts of living beings.
And the roaring sounds were mixed together to form a strange frequency. When the cultivators carefully identified it, the sound became clearer and clearer.
"Doom, Doom!"
Two words revealed overwhelming hatred.
"Who is this Doumu?" Even Situ Haoran's tone was filled with unconscious tremors, "Did he alone kill all the star kings here?"
Since seeing this majestic palace that cannot be described in words, the cultivators have experienced repeated shocks, but in fact they have no time to calm down and think seriously.
At this moment, when I suddenly heard Situ Haoran’s clear and clear words, a great fear surged into my heart. This place is Ziwei Emperor Star, the palace of Emperor Ziwei!
The amount of rigor mortis in front of me is enough to form a river. Could it be that... Wang Xiaoliu's face was full of horror, as if his world view had collapsed, and he murmured to himself: "Could it be that all the stars in the sky are... Are you going to die here?”
Everyone suddenly felt that their faith had collapsed and their myths were shattered.
Situ Haoran frowned and said: "The star power of the rigor mortis in front of me is relatively weak, and there is no sense of connection with the main star. They should be a group of auxiliary star kings."
The auxiliary star is not even in the ninth level, so its status is naturally quite limited.
Hearing this, Wang Xiaoliu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "So that's it? Why do they look dull and dull? It turns out that there are no one or two famous star kings at their head. Otherwise, we can The probability of survival is only..."
Before he finished speaking, the rigor mortis group suddenly moved. After a while of shaking, an extremely abnormal rigor mortis slowly walked out from the north.
He is three feet tall and stands proudly. The death energy around him is much stronger than other rigor mortis, and the dark light seems to be real, with a ray of light bursting through the sky.
Seeing that Wang Xiaoliu wanted to speak, all the cultivators angrily shouted: "Please don't speak again!"
Feeling the faint fluctuations coming from the rigor mortis opposite. , all the cultivators felt bad, the feeling it gave people was very different from the one in the river of corpses.
Under the cautious treatment of the cultivators, He finally moved, and his mountain-like palm fell down, without any fancy, just pressing it down in an ordinary way.
The coldness of corpses fell along with the handprints, and the wind from the palms alone made the cultivators unable to breathe.
"The peak of Sanyuan...or even higher!" Situ Haoran said with a solemn expression.
Mi Tian gritted her teeth, and a soft cry resounded throughout the world. The redbird spread its wings and hundreds of birds bowed their heads.
Suzaku carried the real fire and faced him with unrivaled momentum. The coldness was burned by the real fire, and most of it was eliminated in an instant.
But before the expressions of joy on the cultivators' faces were finished, the palm suddenly burst out with an extremely brilliant light, overflowing with colors like a cloud.
As soon as Suzaku and his palm came into contact, the dazzling fire was as if it was destroyed by dust and sand, disappearing and falling apart at the first touch.
The majestic spirit of the south is like a chicken in that giant hand, with no power to fight back. It can only dissipate in vain under those sad cries
Pfft A sound!
Mi Tian revealed her original body and fell to the ground from mid-air, creating a big crater. The injury from this blow actually made her vomit blood and unable to move.
Tang Yuan waved his finger, and the sun bloomed, blocking the falling giant hand for a moment, while Situ Haoran saw the opportunity and rescued Mi Tian back into the formation.
But without the fire of Suzaku, the tide of corpses suddenly started to surge again, surging like the sea and rushing like fire, as if they were about to rush into the crowd in the next second.
Seeing the crisis of the situation, Situ Haoran no longer held back, and the endless water light condensed and turned into nine ferocious water dragons.
Even if he was hit by the cold wave and condensed into ice, he still could not break free from Situ Haoran's control.
The lifelike ice dragon looked up to the sky and howled wildly. Its aura was violent and terrifying, and it all bit at the leader of the rigor mortis.
And in the pure white eyes of the rigor mortis, a trace of starlight actually bloomed, and then, as if there was a response from the sky, wisps of starlight fell down, bringing the ultimate light, in this boundless In the starlight, the ice dragon shattered and turned into powder.
Situ Haoran's voice was low.
“In the Tianxiang Palace, Prime Minister Si Lu suppresses Lord Yue Xing!”
(End of this chapter)