Barbarian Throne

"What a powerful force!"

Zhang Debiao and the prison guard on the fifth floor of the Blackstone Iron Prison struck hard, making their arms numb and secretly shocked.

This extraterrestrial demon is not a warrior, but a magician, but his physical strength is astonishing, even comparable to the power of his three elephants.

The weapon in his hand is not a legendary weapon, but is made of pure elements. It is similar to Zaid's Death Scythe!

call!

The old madman swung the dragon column and smashed it down. There was a crackling sound, and the four weapons in the hands of the fifth-level prison guard shattered and turned into surging elements and exploded.

Before these elements had time to escape, they were condensed by him again, and they were still four weapons.

Zhang Debiao and the old madman joined forces to attack, and the prison guard on the fifth floor was forced to retreat step by step. Although the two had the upper hand, they were still helpless against him.

The extraterrestrial demons have eight arms and can control four weapons at the same time, blocking attacks from all directions and making their defense flawless!

The old lunatic raised his pillars and fell in a killing spree. He could no longer care about Zhang Debiao. Suddenly, an unusually strong and surging fighting spirit rose under his feet. He actually floated in the air, flying around the fifth-floor prison guard, and let go of the attack!

When one's cultivation reaches the level of a sword master, his fighting spirit is powerful enough to support an individual's volleying and flying at extremely fast speeds!

The two saint-level masters attacked with all their strength. Zhang Debiao found that he could not intervene at all, so he had to withdraw the sky hammer.

Even though the old madman had used all his methods, he still couldn't break through the opponent's defense. The prison guard on the fifth floor was sweating profusely as he killed him, and he screamed repeatedly, his voice loud and harsh.

Zaid's expression changed and he said loudly: "No, he is calling his companions!"

Zhang Debiao also changed his expression. An extraterrestrial demon has become so difficult to deal with. If the guards from other levels of the Blackstone Iron Prison come together, I am afraid that none of them will be able to escape alive!

Before he had time to think, Zhang Debiao's energy suddenly became more concentrated than ever before, and the bridge of life and death rolled out in a flash, and a bridge was spread straight to the feet of the fifth-floor prison guard!

Then fighting energy surged all over his body and gathered in his right hand, full of energy and not vomiting or feeling unhappy!

I saw the five fingers of his palm blooming like lotus flowers. Various changes were completed almost in an instant. Finally, they condensed into a punch and struck out in the air!

This punch drove his Life and Death Bridge fist intention, and the fist intention flew out of his hand, forming a huge fist. With a crack, the space in front of Zhang Debiao suddenly burst, as if he could see the space leading to the fifth-level prison guard. This punch broke into countless pieces, and the next moment it hit the chest of the prison guard on the fifth floor!

The eight-armed defense of the extraterrestrial demon was like paper, unable to withstand this punch at all. Four weapons shattered, the soul-sealing chain shattered, blood spurted from the mouth, and the snake body rolled and flew out!

drink!

The old madman punched the Panlong Pillar hard, and saw the copper pillar flying out with a roar, catching up with the prison guard on the fifth floor, rumbling forward, and hitting the chest of the prison guard on the fifth floor with a thud. Then the momentum continued unabated, and it hit the stone wall opposite the stone bridge!

The prison guard on the fifth floor was struck by the two of them together, and he was embedded in the stone wall. His flesh and blood were all mixed up, and he turned into a puddle of meat. He was so dead that he could no longer die!

"What kind of fighting skill is this?" Zaid and the Minotaur Tauros both opened their mouths in shock, thinking: "This punch will ignore the space and cannot resist it at all. They can only bear this punch! But this If a punch lands on me, I will lose half my life even if I don't die! I didn't expect this kid to have such a method, I really underestimated him before..."

Until now, for the first time, Zaid recognized Zhang Debiao's status as a collaborator in his heart.

It is not that simple to be recognized by a saint-level master. Although Zhang Debiao has a powerful magic pet like Tai Ge Xiaohei and an old madman standing beside him, Zaid still looks down on him in his heart. It is precisely because of his lack of strength.

The strength of one's own strength is the basis for gaining the attention of saint-level masters!

Zhang Debiao punched out, all three of his spiritual energy were exhausted. This was the first time that he encountered a situation where his strength, fighting spirit, spiritual power and spiritual energy were all dried up. His vision went dark, and Xiao Hei's head suddenly fell.

Xiao Hei quickly opened his mouth and bit him to prevent him from falling into the lava river below.

Zhang Debiao rested for a while, but his head was still buzzing and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. Fortunately, his mental strength and fighting spirit quickly recovered, and his face gradually became less pale. He was surprised and happy in his heart, and said to himself: "The power of this punch is really incredible, but it consumes too much. People can’t accept it! If you could learn the patterns drawn by Quan Laoluo, wouldn’t you be invincible?”

Zhang Debiao looked at the old madman with flashing eyes. The old man cheered when he saw him waking up.

"Where did this old man get these patterns? Is it the "God King's Code" from the God King's Palace?"

Zhang Debiao thought of this and shook his head again.

In his mind, although the "God King's Code" is brilliant, it may not be much better than the "Evil Spirit Holy Code" that ranks fourth on the Qigong Dou Qi list. The two books should be on the same level.

Compared with those patterns, "Evil Spirit Holy Scripture" is much inferior. The patterns drawn by the old madman have far surpassed any mental method that Zhang Debiao has encountered so far!

"Could it be..."

His heart stirred, and then he shook his head and laughed: "How is it possible? If the old madman had the power to fight and win, he would have been invincible. How could he still be sealed and thrown into the Blackstone Iron Prison?"

Zaid and the old madman waited for Zhang Debiao's cultivation to recover, and they immediately set off and entered the sixth floor of the Blackstone Prison.

As soon as they entered this level, several people immediately felt a suffocating murderous aura coming towards their faces. The fur on Xiao Hei's body exploded, and his two heads looked around cautiously. They relaxed after finding that there was no threat.

Zhang Debiao raised his eyes and saw that the sixth floor of the Black Stone Iron Prison was a deep passage that led directly to the ground.

The murderous aura here is so strong that it is almost condensed into substance, making it impossible to breathe!

"Everyone, be careful and follow me!"

Carrying a big steel fork, Taurus walked into the passage at the lead and stopped after taking only a few steps. I saw a red skeleton in the passage in front, which was hung on the top floor of the passage by several black iron chains and large hooks hooked to the pipa bone.

This corpse is much taller than ordinary people, with extremely thick bones and a height of about three meters. Although it is unknown how long it has been dead, a strong murderous aura still flows from the body. The bones are covered with golden runes, giving people a sense of An unusual sense of oppression.

"The Titans..." Zaid muttered as he looked up at the bones.

Zhang Debiao also raised his head and stared at the runes on the bones of the Titan with reverence. He recognized at a glance that these runes were the runes that allowed Titan to win the battle, a state that only the fighting spirit can transform into gods and bones!

This Titan master has obviously mastered the Titan Furen victory to the highest level!

This person must be an amazing peerless master, a peerless murderer. He not only practiced the Titan Furen Victory to the point of transforming into gods and bones, but also practiced the murderous intent deep into the bone marrow. Even though he has been dead for an unknown number of years, his murderous intent is still there. Still cohesive.

Even if thousands of years pass, his bones will not rot at all under the support of murderous intent!

There are countless masters in the world, but there are only a few masters who can cultivate murderous intent to the bone. And such a great master was sealed and cultivated by the God King Palace, tortured in every possible way, and died here, which cannot help but make people sigh!

Zhang Debiao carefully walked around the corpse, and after walking a dozen steps forward, another skeleton appeared in front of him.

This corpse has black joints and is taller, almost occupying the entire passage. However, judging from the bones, he is not a Titan, but the bones of another unknown race. The aura emanating from his body is not murderous, but the power that makes people's hearts violent!

"What kind of race is this?" Zaid couldn't help but murmured as he was well-informed and couldn't identify the race of this expert.

Zhang Debiao looked at the corpse carefully and suddenly said: "This is a master of the dwarf tribe!"

"Dwarf?" Zaid was slightly startled and said in a voiceless voice: "King of the Hill!"

Although dwarves are short in stature, there are exceptions. Only the holy hero King of the Hill of the dwarves can have a body larger than the Titans and more violent than the barbarians of Southern Xinjiang when he performs the God of Heaven!

However, the dwarf race has long since disappeared in the torrent of history. No one expected to see the bones of a dwarf hero in the Blackstone Iron Prison!

Zhang Debiao and others walked forward, and corpses appeared in front of them. These corpses were all peerless masters from all tribes and tribes in the mainland. They had been tortured and died miserably here. Although they had been dead for an unknown number of years, they still exuded the aura of peerless masters. The ferocious flames make people shiver.

When everyone was approaching the end of the passage, they all suddenly shuddered. The murderous aura here was more intense than before. Walking here felt like walking into a quagmire formed by the murderous aura. It was difficult to move even an inch!

Zhang Debiao looked up and saw a tall body hanging from the end of the passage. His hair was slightly curly, his eyes were wide-eyed, and his mouth was open like an angry roar.

Those murderous auras are emanating from this old man. If you close your eyes, you will feel as if you are facing a peerless ferocious beast from ancient times, baring its fangs and claws, eager to choose people to eat!

Although the masters from various tribes and tribes in front of them had earth-shattering cultivation, their bodies still rotted away, leaving only skeletons. However, this person has trained his body to the point where it cannot transform or decay. I am afraid that he is only one step away from the legendary realm!

"This person is dead..."

Zaid glanced at Zhang Debiao and whispered: "It seems that he is the pinnacle fighting saint of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang..."

"I know!"

Zhang Debiao groaned, strode forward, reached out and brushed the eyes of the Southern Xinjiang Barbarian Fighting Saint, and murmured: "This is my Southern Xinjiang hero Amuli, I once saw him in the temple His statue, my father told me his legendary story when I was a child. He is the idol of all us southern Xinjiang people..."

Amuri himself is a legend. In the turbulent era thousands of years ago, this hero of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang emerged from nowhere and swept away all hostile forces on the mainland. When he reached old age, he began to train the next generation to serve as the barbarians in southern Xinjiang. He taught more than a dozen fighting saints and made this forest race tyrannical for a while.

Therefore, Amuli is respected as the leader, mentor and holy father of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang. He is the spiritual pillar of the barbarians!

"Let's go!"

Zhang Debiao had no expression on his face, turned around and walked towards the lower level of the Blackstone Iron Prison. Zaid followed him and said, "Aman, won't you collect the bodies of the heroes of your southern barbarians?"

Zhang Debiao shook his head and said softly: "It's not the right time yet."

Zaid asked curiously: "When is the right time?"

"When I use my own power to personally attack the Temple of the God King and destroy everything here, then it will be the right time to bring the body of the Holy Father back to Tanya Temple!"