Chapter 1117 The blessing of the nine immortal sects taking turns to serve
Jiang Ding, his flying sword, and the entire Starry Sky Unmanned Special Forces Army were blown away by a palm, their bones and bones were broken, and battleships and planes exploded one after another.
"...Emperor Realm..."
Jiang Ding reluctantly stood still with his sword, his chest was soaked with blood, and he couldn't help but be horrified.
He looked at his sword.
Bent.
The sword body has an arc of 30 degrees, and even the quasi-emperor's weapons will be damaged in an instant under the power of the emperor, and they cannot withstand it at all.
"How do you possess the power of a quasi-emperor?"
A giant flame descended and landed on the Flame Emperor's son, and asked slowly.
A strong coercion filled the four directions, and the fire spiritual energy was particularly restless. Cheers seemed to usher in the rule master of the flames, and they cheered and pledged their allegiance to him.
The body of this flame giant is even more terrifying. It is composed of wisps of divine fire from heaven and earth. He has been refining his body for tens of thousands of years and has transformed his body into a body composed of flame divine gold. It is indestructible and indestructible. Any drop of blood can Crush the starry sky, suppress hundreds of millions of creatures, and form an eternal abyss of fire.
"Father!"
"Father, father, you are finally here..."
Emperor Yanliu cried loudly and survived the desperate situation. He hugged Emperor Yanshi's legs and kept wailing, constantly telling him about the great grievances he had suffered.
Emperor Yanshi frowned.
He didn't like his son's weakness, but he didn't show it at this time. Instead, he planned in his heart how to temper him in the future and couldn't let it go.
However, deep down in his heart, he also felt that his situation was excusable.
If he had met a quasi-emperor when he was the emperor's son, when he was still a general, he would have been so desperate, because the difference in strength was too big, and no matter how calm he was, he would still be defeated miserably. , of no use.
"Father!"
"Capture him, and I will torture him forever and ever with imperial fire. I will skin him and remove his bones, and I will burn his head bit by bit with soul fire..."
The flame flow emperor's mood stabilized a little, but he immediately became extremely vicious, pointing at the blood-robed Taoist and roaring ferociously.
Never before had he encountered such humiliation!
Being forced to such a point by a slave, even kneeling down to beg for mercy is useless, he will still be killed without mercy!
This almost completely destroyed his self-esteem. This shame will never be forgotten forever.
Emperor Yanshi frowned slightly.
The voice of the Flame Emperor's son stopped instantly and was forcibly interrupted.
This kind of nagging and cursing behavior like a resentful woman really makes the emperor unhappy. Even if the emperor of Yanliu immediately takes out the green flame gun and shoots it, it would be good.
What does cursing mean?
This shows that his courage has been completely broken. He only wants to rely on the power of others and no longer dares to have the idea of doing it himself. There are cracks in his fighting spirit and inner demons have appeared in his heart.
"Blood River King?"
"Have you obtained the secret treasure of ancient Shinto?"
Emperor Yanshi looked at the blood-robed Taoist and asked.
His eyes looked at the many battleships and aircraft behind this slave. Those exquisite creations and those strict and complicated military formations are simply not something that a casual cultivator can make, no matter how talented he is. This is not what a monk can do. to something.
"What do you think?"
"Hahaha..."
Jiang Ding showed no sign of fear. He pressed the hilt of his sword and laughed wildly: "Your Majesty Yanshi, this is the first time we meet. I have a sword!"
"Please give it a try."
"Please don't be too careless and give me some small respect."
"Because this sword comes from the superficial results of meditating on the magic of immortality. It comes from the crystallization of my swordsmanship wisdom from my birth to the present, which lasts almost my entire life."
Keng!
The Taiqing Flying Sword in Jiang Ding's hand, which was already bent a lot but became more and more crazy and excited, was slowly unsheathed.
At this moment, the heaven and earth seemed to freeze. The sound of wind, rain, space shattering, and even the flame rules around the emperor were silent for an undetectable moment. Space, order, and time seemed to be slightly distorted.
The entire heaven and earth, the entire world, including all living beings, there is even a slight trend of transformation into a two-dimensional space picture at this time, and they are about to become creatures in another dimension.
In Jiang Ding's blood-gold pupils, everything in the world seems to be covered with a faint blood-gold luster. There are wisps of blood-gold networks in all directions, scattered in the peaks, mountains, rivers, earth, rivers, and spiritual veins. And on all living things.
The more powerful the object, the more complicated the blood-gold lines on its body are.
There are often one, two, seven or eight strands in the mountains, rivers and land, and there are dozens of strands on the body of the Flame Stream Emperor.
An instinct emerged in Jiang Ding's heart.
If his sword can cut into these blood-gold networks, then no matter how powerful the creature is, no matter how immortal the defense is, or how unparalleled the technique is, he will definitely kill it instantly.
And the strongest one here...
Jiang Ding looked at Emperor Yanshi.
"This..."
Jiang Ding's body was shaken.
What is in front of me is not a humanoid creature, it is clearly a vast and endless sea of flames!
Threads of blood-gold network are distributed in the sea of flames, as if there are flaws and weaknesses everywhere, but they are nothing. There is only an occasional line of blood-gold like a big dragon in the deepest part that flashes away.
"Kill!"
Jiang Ding can't control anything anymore.
He trembled under terrible fear, and in the mad killing intent, he instantly burned his essence and blood, burned his mana, burned his flesh and blood, burned everything he had, and poured it all into the flying sword, forgetting everything.
Keng!
He draws his sword and strikes!
boom!
At the same time, the Sun unmanned army fleet exploded into self-destruction. The naval guns roared and blasted out beams of sunlight that were several times greater than before. The brilliance of countless naval guns gathered together and converged in the Taiqing Flying Sword. Forming a bright and endless solar flare. "Your Majesty Flame Stone!"
Jiang Ding drank wildly.
"This sword,"
"The prototype of the sixteenth power called the Sword of Destruction of Gold!"
boom!
An infinitely bright solar flare sword light followed the endless blood-gold lines in the sky, along the most efficient sword path in the universe and space, and slashed towards the endless sea of flames in front of it.
Even though this sea of flames is endless, endless and far-reaching, like a mayfly shaking a tree, it doesn't matter.
However, he slashed down with his sword!
call out!
This sword light was approaching its extreme, and even initially broke through the shackles of space. It even seemed to have come into contact with the power of time, cutting off cause and effect, and headed straight towards the Flame Core on the left shoulder of Emperor Yanshi, the core of his flame body. .
"Oh?"
Emperor Yanshi's expression changed slightly.
His flame core is his body refining core, and even the Great Emperor cannot easily find it out. How did this ant figure it out at a glance?
However, he didn't care much.
Emperor Yanshi stretched out two fingers, which were tempered by the divine fire of heaven and earth. Like an eighty-year-old man, he slowly reached forward and pinched them.
Keng!
It was clear that the space was empty and there was nothing, but when Emperor Flame Stone clamped it between his two fingers, a bright spark suddenly bloomed. Accompanied by the sharp sound of swords and guns, a large spark bloomed.
boom!
A terrifying explosion occurred between the two fingers, which was the power of the solar flare blooming!
The power of a solar flare when a quasi-emperor is madly burning with the blessing of essence and blood is far more powerful than when fighting against the flame quasi-emperor. This power is enough to completely destroy the flame order power of the flame quasi-emperor in an instant. No need to spend any time, and it can be done instantly. Destructible.
However, the smoke dissipated instantly without causing any aftermath.
That terrible solar flare just bloomed and then extinguished instantly, as easily as pressing out a match, without any effort.
"This thing is similar to the power of order..."
Emperor Yanshi showed contempt and was startled again.
Keng!
At the moment when his fingers were about to close, the blue-gold flying sword suddenly erupted with a hazy force that exceeded space and almost reached time. It passed through his fingers in an instant and flew past his cheek.
Emperor Flame Stone's cheeks felt slightly cold, then disappeared.
It was a blue-gold flying sword carrying a solar flare that slashed across his cheek, cutting a wound smaller than a hair, and then fell to the ground feebly.
The wound healed instantly, and if you didn't feel it carefully, you wouldn't even be able to notice that you were injured.
However, the defense was indeed broken and wounds were left.
Even though the wound was smaller than a mosquito bite, it healed instantly.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahahaha...oh oh oh oh..."
Jiang Ding showed a look of ecstasy, cheered and jumped back and forth on the spot, dancing and excited to the extreme: "Flame Stone! What a waste!"
"You were actually injured by me, and you are the only one who still wants to refine Emperor Xu?"
"What a shame!"
"Hahaha..."
He scoffed wildly.
Emperor Yanshi's face was as gloomy as water, and he flicked his fingers.
Bang!
With a banging sound, the blood-robed Taoist cheering and jumping in front of him suddenly exploded with flesh and blood, and his bones were shattered and scattered in all directions, instantly turning into a ball of rotten flesh. Only a complete head fell into the mud of flesh and blood, and his life was lost. The breath is extremely weak.
This is the Emperor's finger, his blow containing anger.
"Hahaha...uh."
Jiang Ding's wild laughter had to stop.
At this time, his disguise finally completely dissipated, his bloody robe disappeared, and his enchanting and handsome face disappeared, turning into a handsome sixteen-year-old boy, with the magic power of the Ten Thousand Transformations Magnetic Yuan Meridian flowing through his meridians, completely It is different from the mana aura of Blood River King's "Blood Nerve".
What's more important is that he has an exotic aura that is not from the Netherworld!
"Foreign land?"
"The alien sect of the human race?!!!"
Emperor Yanshi was horrified, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
At this moment, his whim and the instinct of his soul finally realized it and began to alarm. Goosebumps all over his body rose, and his whole soul was trembling crazily, issuing the strongest alarm in his life.
"Drink! Ah..."
Emperor Yanshi went crazy instantly.
He instantly burned all his essence and blood, and even began to burn the seeds of the rules of fire, self-destructing and burning his own Emperor's soldiers.
Without even looking at the Flame Emperor, he exploded everything, burned everything, and fled towards the Cang Yan Holy Land as fast as he could in his life.
"...Alas..."
"...fellow Taoist..."
"...It's too late..."
At the same moment, along with one or many sighs, nine terrifying auras as huge as a galaxy, far larger than the Great Emperor, filled the starry sky.
Under these nine powers, everything had been burned, and the Flame Stone Emperor, who was running away like crazy, was instantly imprisoned, unable to move at all.
His body was like amber, frozen in the void.
(End of chapter)