Chapter 83 82. Good Fortune Jade Hand Seal
"Alive? Are you still alive? How could you still be alive!" Xi Huang lost his composure, and his originally deep voice was extremely sharp.
No wonder there would be sudden heavy rains, no wonder the imperial realm would not be able to expand.
The king here can indeed suppress the emperor's domain by relying on the laws he masters, but it is far from such an exaggeration. It's because of rain. Rain is his traveler and his incarnation. Wherever he goes, there will be heavy rain!
"How could you survive from Shinichi's hands when the Master did it himself? Even if it's a cross-border fight! You shouldn't be alive!"
The King of Tin seemed to have become a different person, completely unlike the previous King.
The red dragon in Kunlun seems to have become a demonic obstacle in his heart for some reason.
The other two emperors slowly backed away. They didn't know who this creature was. But some information can be captured from Xi Huang's collapsed mouth. Their ancestors shattered their dharma bodies in order to cross the boundary to kill this creature. The true level shattered their dharma bodies, and the cost was terrifyingly high. What's even more terrifying is that the creature Zu wanted to kill is still alive and appears in front of them intact.
They were naturally frightened.
He wanted to leave, so he sent word to Xihuang.
"Xihuang, I'm afraid we are defeated this time. Let's retreat first. We have to consider the long term with these two king creatures. I believe the Master will not blame us."
It's not like the two emperors didn't think about escaping while the Emperor Xi was fighting with the two creatures, but this was unrealistic. Without the help of the Tin Emperor, they cannot leave here. The majestic heavy rain is mixed with strange and terrifying spirits, and the space of the heaven, earth and mountains is also blocked.
"Leave?" Xihuang asked.
"Where can I go?"
The cold light shone in all directions, and the mole came with a blade, dragging the space debris with the blade.
An emperor hurriedly used his imperial weapon to fight with him. In less than half a moment, his weapon was almost destroyed, and another emperor gave him a helping hand to stabilize his body. They looked around and saw that the most powerful Xi Huang was also in a sorry state. The red dragon shape was swimming in the heavy rain, accompanied by a small golden sword. After this effort, the Xi Huang's Divine Refining Sword collapsed and opened a hole.
His face was as white as paper.
But the man in the scarlet robe roared angrily.
"Why? Why? Why!" The emperor yelled, looking like a madman.
"Isn't it bad to die! Why do you still appear?"
He didn't dare to accept the fact that would break his heart. There are living beings in this world who survived from the hands of Zhenyi when they were in the Yangshen realm. They are not ordinary Zhenyi realms. They are geniuses, invincible ones who can counterattack their ancestors.
The huge dragon-shaped creature didn't respond, only the twisted copper bone face sneered and mocked.
The ferocious long tail like a giant ax swept across, sweeping away the heavy rain with unparalleled power. This blow hit Xihuang, and the Imperial Dao Realm and half of his bones were shattered, flying backwards into a mountainside, with sand and rocks flying. Followed by the Xijian that flew out, it directly penetrated the Xihuang who was struggling to get up in the pit and nailed him there.
He shouldn't be so miserable.
But this emperor's Taoist heart was shattered into pieces after seeing the red dragon shadow of the past, and his original strength could not be used to its fullest potential.
Boring emotions flashed through the giant golden candle.
I thought it was a hearty and bloody battle on the road to revenge, but my opponent was too unbearable.
The mole on the other side was able to defeat the two emperors hard, but beat them back steadily.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough..." The Emperor Xi lay in the deep pit, his arms hanging weakly on the hilt of the Xi Sword. Because of the emperor's powerful vitality, he was not dead yet, but his realm had fallen. As the sword fell, the realm of the Imperial Dao completely dispersed into the world.
He is no longer an emperor, but a pseudo-emperor who cannot be named.
The heavy rain washed away his blood, and the blood seeped into the earth, and the entire pit was filled with desolate red.
The body temperature is passing away.
It has been so long since a man became an emperor, and he has not experienced this kind of mortal feeling for a long, long time. His gaze extended upwards. White mist curled up in the heavy rain, and a red dragon-shaped figure looked down at him.
What no one noticed was that the man's arm hidden under the monk's robe turned pale at this time. This was not the end, but the beginning. This strange paleness continued to cling to the man's body.
The color of a corpse should not appear on an emperor.
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The void flickered, and the tall man appeared beside the red dragon.
He frowned and looked at a certain mountainside.
The smell there made him extremely uncomfortable.
There is a bell hanging on the mole's waist, which contains the corpses of two emperors. Among them, the strongest Xihuang was severely injured, and the remaining two red dragons and mole attacked together, and they did not last long. Their foundations are illusory, and they are obviously not in the extreme palace realm that they have entered in a down-to-earth manner. Under the sight of Zhu and Li Xi'an, the mountain where Xi Huang fell withered. It could also be said that the mountain died.
A strong wind suddenly rose, and the dragon shape with its arrow dropped straight down, like a blood jade sharp knife, trying to cut through everything in the way.
His huge body hit the mountain, and his scales scratched randomly, rolling up strange black soil, and the vegetation instantly turned into debris. The entire mountain was indeed dead, drained of all life, and something greedily devoured everything in the mountain.
Moreover, I am still not satisfied...
The dragon-shaped figure circled suddenly, and the iron scales were clasped together. The golden candle burned, and the expanding heat lifted up the black and gray dead skin on the ground. As he breathes, flowing clouds and golden fire envelope him, and ancient proverbs accompany him.
This sacred breath burned the filth in the shadows, making the pale shadows dare not appear in his eyes.
Li Xi'an thought, and the Xijian instantly rose and started to swim.
That thing is no longer in this mountain.
On the other side of the Li tribe, the ancient monks who were fighting a bloody battle suddenly stopped moving, their expressions dull. While the people of Li tribe were in a daze, a pale figure passed by and ate them. The aura of the pale figure increased a bit with each person he ate. When the elder Yang Shen and his disciples in the Li tribe were all brought to the dining table by that thing and all had eaten, he disappeared again.
Miao crossed his chest and looked coldly at the pale and dirty figure.
He lifted the bell on his waist.
This bell was also made from his shell that fell off, but at the same time that he died on the mountain, the emperor's corpse inside the bell mutated and even eroded the bell.
"Is it dirty?" said the mole, "Come, let me see how strong you are."
He shook the bell gently, knowing that the pale shadows devouring the same kind could not resist the temptation of the two emperors.
He showed up.
A beast-like roar came from the throat. The original scarlet robe was covered with a white spider web-like substance, and the human image could still be vaguely seen on this creature. But the limbs are too slender compared to ordinary humans, and the height is about the combined height of three or four adults. His body was stooped, his arms were drooped, and there was a huge hole in his chest that was still dripping with red blood.
Someone took the shaking bell.
"Just feed him, it will save you trouble." The young man said expressionlessly.
Mole shrugged indifferently.
In fact, he had the same idea. Keeping these two mutated emperor corpses was useless and would only cause more trouble. It's better to save the trouble and throw it to that thing, and then kill the thing completely to solve the problem.
As for whether he can beat him or not, this is never a question that he considers.
The aura of the pale figure after eating the two emperors increased greatly, reaching a terrifying state, much more terrifying than the previous Tin Emperor. The heavy rain hit him without a drop, and disappeared without a trace.
The thing's face faced Li Xi'an with a surprised expression. It obviously had some consciousness or some kind of will.
The boy is laughing.
Lotus blossoms bloomed in his eyes, outlining a mysterious and wonderful trajectory, recreating the past.
"You know, thanks to your Master, I learned something interesting."
Raise your hands, with your left palm down and your right palm up.
The rainstorm stopped.
It is an illusory big hand, like ice, iron or jade.
There is also an illusory big hand below the pale figure, and the two arms fall from the sky, forming mysterious hand seals.
"Roar!" The pale figure was locked by some indescribable majesty, unable to move! It struggled and refused to give in. It had just been born, and it should have slaughtered everything it saw and heard, and crushed all vitality into food! In order to avoid dying together with the useless emperor, it woke up early. But even if it wakes up early, it is still sure to survive.
It ate three emperors... it shouldn't be like this!
His turbid eyes looked at the mysterious handprint, with deep confusion and fear in his eyes.
It screamed, this is Zhenyi, the ancestor, the Jade Hairpin Shunde's method, how could it appear on a dragon in this world?
Good Fortune Jade Hand Seal!
But it had no chance to ask its doubts.
Under this seal, everything is given death!
Two illusory giant hands came together, and the mysterious handprints overlapped with the rules of the world.
fall!
So tired, so tired
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