World Destroyer Dragon King

The overwhelming resentment and anger that could even be felt were completely extinguished in an instant, except for the endless silence, except for the pitch-black paper figurines floating in the yellow spring water, and the turbulent muddy sand, there was nothing else.

"This is...the origin of those black paper men? What kind of existence is this underworld!"

The dead air rushed to the face, a large amount of water splashed and splashed blood all over the sky, and the more and more rapid impact of the water flow also quickly shattered the endless stream of corpses, and even Nangong Hao saw a familiar figure in it, And the only one identified among these bodies.

It's Qiu Hua from Danling's lineage!

The figure soaked in the bloody water was getting closer to completeness, and it just happened to emerge from the vortex of the water not far in front of Nangong Hao, and the only remaining arm stretched out to Nangong Hao's place with difficulty, mumbling in his mouth but Unable to make any sound, he stared blankly at where Nangong Hao was, struggling in the Yellow River.

In just a moment, together with the tens of thousands of pieces of meat and heads, he sank to the bottom of bloody mud, disappeared with the mud crushed by other corpses, and went with the waves, the colorful spiritual energy transformed into dead energy, like Another torrent roared, wave after wave washed away, and batch after batch of paper figurines were born...

Just when Nangong Hao was stunned by Qiu Hua, the blood splashed extremely high was mixed with mud and sand, almost contaminating Nangong Hao's body, slapping his feet, sinking into the mud, and converging into it .

Nangong Hao was covered in goose bumps all over his body, and the whizzing chill flowed all over his body, making him back unconsciously, trying to stay as far away from this underworld as possible.

"I've actually gone down! I've been soaked in the water? Hiss!" Nangong Hao retched, his chest was so stuffy that he panicked.

He was deeply moved. After all, he had experienced it himself. To be honest, apart from General Chi Yan’s description, he didn’t feel how dangerous this place was. The fear of the underworld is far less intense than seeing the birth of the paper doll with my own eyes.

If it wasn't for the Bianhua at that time, if it wasn't for the good fortune left by Uncle Wang, he would be just one of these paper figurines now, with nothing to do, but this innocent soul struggling in the underworld...

"Then... Immortal soil, should I absorb it?" Nangong Hao hesitated. After all, what this place represents is a bit scary. Under such horror, he retreated in his heart. They all feel a little creepy, the sand by the river of the dead, this thing represents an unknown, maybe what kind of impact it will have on his body, let alone using this thing to revive or absorb it.

And there is a precedent here, Qiu Hua was also a person who was reborn from the undead soil that Nangong Hao saw with his own eyes, and then he came here after he died, and was ground into a member of this underworld...

There are still so many people who died under Nangong Hao's hands in Qingling Secret Realm this time, but only Qiu Hua appeared here. This may be a coincidence, but in the eyes of Nangong Hao, who is now so shocked that they are all immortal The reason for the soil, no one can say for sure.

"It shouldn't be a big problem to have the Bianhua flower. It shouldn't be a big problem!" Nangong Hao felt terrified. Even with the Bianhua flower body protection, he was still terrified. What he absorbed was the loess in front of him, such a move was really dangerous.

But he didn't want to give up the opportunity before him. After all, according to his guess, if he succeeded in the remaining two spirit patterns, he would probably touch the bottleneck of the great perfection of the spirit pattern.

He pondered for a while, and because there were still many Qingling disciples chasing after him, Nangong Hao didn't waste too much time, and he already had a decision in his heart.

With his eyes fixed and his teeth clenched, he immediately grasped the undead soil in his palm tightly. Before he could repent, the dragon's claws appeared, and all four colors of aura emerged from his left hand, shining unimaginably dazzling brilliance.

But the sticky mud bred a very strong force of resistance, which seemed to be the reason for this place, and the surrounding death energy also crazily gathered towards Nangonghao's place, forming an inexplicable summoning force, which made Huang Quan The flow of the river was affected at this moment, a large amount of water was splashed immediately, and the surging force was howling like a pack of wolves, trying to drag Nangong Hao into the river.

Huang Quan does not seem to allow any power to profane!Even if it's just undead soil that contains a little bit of loess...

But Nangong Hao was worried and worried. When that touch of red light appeared, the more shining halo hung above Nangong Hao's head like a slowly blooming flower from the other side, soft but majestic, making those rushing muddy The water was stagnant, drooping weakly in the mud in front of Nangong Hao, returning to the torrential river.

Even the resistance of the undead soil was obviously less. Golden light spots appeared on the slime, and complex and eye-catching symbols burst out in front of Nangong Hao's eyes, like some kind of characters, distributed around the undead soil, becoming more and more mysterious .

The flowers from the other shore appeared, and all these repulsions disappeared.

At this time, this scene also made the corner of Nangong Hao's mouth twitch. He didn't pay too much attention to the appearance of the unknown symbol. He just glanced at it and kept it in his heart. Suddenly, his left hand moved towards the remaining resistance on the periphery of the undead land. Forced away.

A slight burning sensation erupted in the palm of Nangong Hao. The naked eyes could see that the golden symbols were disappearing, because the undead soil was decreasing, and the original thin mud was shrinking. Among them, the aura belonging to the loess was forced into the body by Nangong Hao directly through contact. , constantly wandering and colliding in the meridians all over the body.

After all, it is a rare product in the underworld, and the existence of the Bianhua is like a magic needle that can completely suppress all the abnormal movements around it. This is also the most important reliance for Nangonghao to absorb the immortal soil.

He is also betting that the influence of the undying soil will not affect him who owns the Bana flower. He also wants to know what kind of power the Bana flower has, and what level of existence it is in this underworld.

And if there is anything wrong with it, he will give up immediately, retreat directly, and will not go near Huangquan at all, and go directly to find the location of the furnace.

Obviously, he was right!

This opportunity for promotion was finally grasped...

5 Forty Chapters Emperor!

The mud in Nangong Hao's palm dried up rapidly, and all the power contained in it was subtly transferred to Nangong Hao's body, and the power in the undead soil went away along the layers of red light.

In this way, layers of dead energy gradually gathered in Nangonghao's dantian spiritual energy sea, like a vortex surging undercurrents in the underworld, circling crazily.

Under the traction of the Bianhua, the yellow light belonging to the earth aura on the Five Elements Spirit Foundation also suddenly lit up at this time, allowing Nangong Hao to feel the so-called land of the underworld, which was quite effective.

But at this moment, Nangong Hao frowned slightly, his closed eyelids trembled a little, and he paused for a little bit while running the Dragon Mixing Art.

Because under his feet, he could clearly feel the wetness, and the surrounding silt seemed to bring some splashes of the underworld, like a bloody mouth, rising little by little, bitingly cold, gradually swallowing it up, wrapping it tightly Followed by that layer of reddish light, Nangong Hao was firmly attracted to this place, unable to move.

This seems to have skipped the stage of experimenting with the undead soil, because of the breath of the undead soil, all the surrounding loess was attracted, and directly swarmed into Nangonghao's body, gathering towards the location of the Bianhua.

He couldn't resist at all, and even the loess obviously contained some minced meat and white bones, so it was right next to Nangonghao's place, accepting the control of Huangquan's power.

When the loess continued to spread until Nangonghao's chest was covered, the only thing left outside his head could feel was an extremely heavy oppressive feeling, bloody and tangy, even if he started to practice Xueyin Jue, he couldn't bear such a close distance at all. Moreover, it was extremely bloody, with an indescribable rancid stench, "with endless aftertaste".

Now he seems to be frantically probing on the verge of death, and he can no longer regret it!

Nangong Hao shuddered. The coldness seeping out of the loess made him terrified, but he did not open his eyes, nor did he let go of his clenched left hand. It shone even brighter, and a little golden was reflected outside the red light, until it completely covered the top of Nangong Hao's head, covering it completely under the dead silence, so that he also forgot that there was a pursuer behind him, forgot It is the land of the underworld that represents death, forgetting all the horrors I saw before...

The only persistence left is the condensed soil spirit pattern!

For a long time, the howling of the cold wind seemed to have weakened a lot, and there was a little warmth of spring in the cold, which was revealed from the sudden mound, and finally there was a slight tremor, as if it was about to break out of the shell.

And in the mound of dirt, Nangong Hao opened his eyes, and there was a trace of yellow light in his slightly red pupils, and a brilliant halo spread all over his body. In his body, the death energy that others could not bear was already so strong that it was hidden in Nangong Hao. In every inch of Hao's flesh and blood, almost unlimited loess power was still pouring into Nangong Hao's body.

It's not just him, Bianhua is also absorbing it together, and the dead air mixed with yellow awns gradually gathers in its roots to build the soil that breeds its own growth. This is the earth spirit pattern that Nangong Hao is about to carve!

Boom!Boom!

The sound of Nangong Hao's heartbeat gradually amplified, and every beat made the blood flow in his whole body go to the limit. Another more pure aura belonging to Nangong Hao.let's read

However, such a process is undoubtedly arduous. If Nangong Hao's physical body was not supported by the Bian Hua, it would have been torn apart. Now the outline of the body that has shrunk a circle is completely emaciated, and the shriveled body is like this piece of loess, lifeless. Fortunately, there is no danger to life.

This is like a necessary process, as the mound of soil gradually thins, it is like a broken shell...

click!Click!

The mound of soil shattered, and Nangong Hao's skinny body slowly appeared. At this moment, his cultivation completely erupted, setting off a strong vortex of spiritual energy, and the terrifying sense of oppression spread, covering up this piece of heaven and earth.

All around the soil mound was surrounded by aura, and layers of shells fell off. This transformation made a ray of golden yellow appear in the colorful colors, and the strong aura fluctuations became more agile in this dead air.

"Ah! It's a pity, with the protection of the Bana flower, I still can't absorb the real power in the loess. But without the Bana flower, I will die..." Nangong Hao shook his head, his thin body showed a bit of loneliness, The extra golden streak in the colorful colors was just that, and did not condense and carve a new spirit pattern as he wished.

A little more!

It's like a bottleneck hangs, the power absorbed now can't make Nangong Hao condense the sharp blade that engraved the earth spirit pattern, even if the five elements spirit base already has the existence of earth spirit energy, but this is equivalent to the condensed air. The complete level, without breaking through the last layer of barrier, the earth spirit pattern cannot be engraved.

Just as Nangong Hao brushed off the dry sand on his body and got up slowly, the Yellow Springs that came from the sky suddenly moved a little bit. The turbulent waves rolled up thousands of feet of sand and sand into the sky, as if a curtain that was about to cover the sky was suddenly raised. , causing Nangong Hao's expression to change, and he hurriedly took steps to avoid it.

I saw a huge palace soaring from the place where the sky and the earth meet, appearing from the place where the underworld gushes out, passing along the river, emitting a faint light, the gray-brown high wall is full of decaying patterns, and there are countless cracks, will collapse.

But at the gate of the palace, the plaque hanging high up was as good as new, and there seemed to be characters on it, but inexplicably surrounded by terrifying fluctuations, it was so sacred that it was hard to see clearly.

Nangong Hao's eyes were fixed, he was attracted by the light, and the palace that suddenly appeared made him very curious.

With just one glance, he screamed out, the pain hit him, and blood dripped from the corner of his eyes, making his vision blurred and he couldn't look directly at it!

But he still saw the scene at the gate clearly. Under the plaque, there was a person standing alone, holding a yellow talisman with his fingertips floating in the wind. He was dressed in yellow fir, with extremely short hair and sharp eyes. Mang, looked at Nangong Hao, and then looked at the rising waves of Huangquan.

And he also peeked at the words on the plaque, just one word...

emperor!

Chapter 541 One Sword Breaks Underworld

emperor!

Just one word, how domineering, even a normal look is not allowed, just because of the aura emanating from that person, Nangong Hao almost put his eyes in this curious look.

One can imagine how terrifying this person's strength is!

"You can't stop me. I came to this world just to take away a soul that doesn't belong here. You can refine your soul with peace of mind, and I won't disturb you." Once again, a dazzling glare burst out, hanging at the place of the plaque, just a flick of the gown, a large amount of inexplicable breath erupted on him.

An ancient bronze long sword protruded from the center of his eyebrows, vicissitudes and simplicity, this palace has also been baptized by the years, every tremor is surrounded by boundless sword energy, such fierce force dissipates a lot of the coldness of this place , the previous warmth seemed to come from him as well.

However, Huang Quan was obviously repulsive to that person, he ignored his words at all, the water curtain that gushed thousands of miles rose high, a large number of stumps and broken bodies were crushed more quickly, the sticky paper figurines stopped, all the strength It all turned into a thick dead air, and the chill from death caused the temperature to drop sharply, condensing with the water floating in the Yellow River.

Don't give in!

This seems to be Huang Quanshui's attitude.

"One last time, Huang, let me in, otherwise...don't blame me for ruining everything you arranged!" The young man in yellow shirt under the plaque spoke even more indifferently, revealing endless coldness, like the gloomy coldness in the yellow spring water. They are all slightly inferior.

The aura of the man in the yellow shirt suddenly rose, and the word monstrous is not enough to describe it, because in the eyes of the man in the yellow shirt now, this day seems to be insignificant, and the world seems to be wiped out.

The majesty in those eyes is really like the word "Emperor" on the plaque, that kind of imperial pride, looking down on everything!

The earth trembled, and the loess under Nangong Hao's feet collapsed at this time, and all the sand and soil consciously converged towards the Huangquan River. At the moment when Nangong Hao's eyes were temporarily blurred by blood beads, there was a loud noise, which caused a rumbling noise. The sound of the water continued, like thunderous thunder.

Dispersed from that yellow spring, a piece of snow-white appeared out of thin air, and this piece of land was suddenly completely covered, as if bordering on that day, and as far as the eye could see, it became a dead, frosty loess.

What followed was a terrifying force, hitting Nangong Hao's body directly, causing his body to retreat backwards uncontrollably, like a kite with a broken string, being swept hundreds of meters away.

Even with the protection of the other shore flower, Nangong Hao still sprayed several mouthfuls of blood, his body trembled several times, his already emaciated body showed a morbid paleness at this moment, his chest collapsed, a thin layer of Under the skin, the bones have been shattered.

The cold air even climbed to a terrifying level in an instant, spreading throughout his whole body at this moment, making many of his skin and flesh show signs of freezing, densely covered with a layer of frost, and still spreading towards his body.

Or maybe it was because of the arrival of the man in the yellow shirt that the power in Huangquan completely exploded. As the carrier of the current power of Huangtu, the yellow glow in Nangong Hao's body that had been depressed suddenly magnified. Those core forces that are life-threatening.

Just like what Nangong Hao thought before, these powers can help him condense the earth spirit pattern, but the price is also obvious, which is his life!

But now, Nangong Hao, who was completely passive, could only resist passively. Relying on the operation of the Five Elements Spirit Foundation, it was extremely difficult to stabilize those blooming yellow awns as much as possible.

But there is one thing to say, the man in the yellow shirt said a few words, Nan Gonghao also keenly noticed a shocking news...

This man in the yellow shirt is actually a foreigner!

Not of this world! !

This kind of existence is at least a spirit baby above the spirit pill, it is the detached state that Chuanenhao Fang Qianling and the others pursue, the supreme state beyond this world...

Huang Quan's response seemed to give the man in the yellow shirt a decision.

I saw his right hand raised, holding the long bronze sword hanging in front of him, the power of the king broke out again, he took heavy steps, and when he got up, he suddenly cut it down.

The unknown aura erupted, filled the sky and the earth in an instant, and even brought the phantom of the dragon to roar. The weak sword aura leaked was enough to kill all living beings. Even the void appeared pitch black at this time, and the power of space was suppressed This one cut off.

Really want to smash everything!

Look at the Yellow Spring again... It has been cut off from it, the huge water flow is like a weak arm drooping down, the dead air collapses, and it falls back into the original gully. The inexplicable power limit, can no longer recover and get together.

One sword, break the river!

The sword energy is so high! !

This slash was earth-shattering, and the dazzling sword glow even shone under the circling figure of the giant dragon. Suppressed, he didn't dare to drop any attacks at all.

But looking at the man in the yellow shirt, after he made a move, he didn't even look at what his attack was like. In his eyes, everything was just the birth and death of palms, covering the sky with his hands...

On the contrary, he squinted his eyes and looked at Nangong Hao's place. There was even a hint of doubt in his eyes. He raised his hand and pinched his fingers, as if he was thinking about something...

Even when the sword energy spread to Nangonghao's location, the obvious sense of warmth became even stronger, like the warm sun in early spring, forging a series of defensive forces with incomparable peace of mind around Nangonghao. It didn't affect him who is now struggling to support and suppress the power of the loess.

"Except for myself, there is rarely someone I can't calculate anything. If you want this frosty soil, I will help you!"

"Meeting is fate. You and I will see each other again."

Chapter 542 Death and Frost Soil

"Except for myself, it's rare that there is someone I can't figure out. If you want this frosty soil, I'll help you!" The man in the yellow shirt stared at Nangong Hao and laughed.

"Go, Xuanyuan, and bring Jiang Shao back."

With a light wave of his hand, the long bronze sword fluttered out, and it swam directly down in the yellow spring water. The aura of the sword broke through the heavy mud and sand barriers, and it fell straight down.

All the pitch-black paper figurines avoid it, for fear of being contaminated with the sword energy that annihilates everything. Even if Huang Quan's torrent momentum is still the same, facing this long sword is less comfortable, even the one who crushed the corpse He always seemed a little restrained, which was obvious fear.

With a distance of hundreds of feet, the man in the yellow shirt appeared in the blink of an eye.

Ever since he noticed the existence of Nangong Hao, he has always focused on Nangong Hao, and he no longer cares about everything around him. Even when Nangong Hao tried his best to suppress the cold force in the loess, he had no time to care about other things. At that time, the palace had already floated to Nangong Hao's side.

And the man in the yellow shirt just stood quietly beside him, standing in that completely frozen area without any life at all, looking at the shivering thin figure, he was almost dead.

"The other shore flower! This thing is really uncommon..." The man in the yellow shirt nodded, and strands of dark red light suddenly shone in the palm of his hand, causing the other shore flower on the sea of ​​Nangonghao's spiritual energy to sway wildly.

A long strip of petals was filled with a strange halo like this, showing a little golden light in front of Nangong Hao, showing a completely different warmth from the icy cold.

This... is also the petal of the other shore!

However, there is an obvious difference in breath.

If it is said that Nangonghao's Bianhua represents the power of femininity, then this petal represents masculinity. It seems to have been sacrificed by an unknown power, and it is completely different from the flower of the underworld.

The man in the yellow shirt reached out and gently pressed the frost under Nangong Hao's feet, which immediately caused the layers of frost to attenuate suddenly. As if affected by the power of the warm sun, the area with a radius of several feet suddenly changed!

The sticky mud reappeared under the feet of the two of them, but at this moment they emerged from the mud without being stained, and their bodies were not stained with any mud.Instead, streaks of gray light seeped from the loess on the ground, as if they were forced out, they converged towards Nan Gonghao's location, went straight to the dantian, and quickly merged into it.

And the gathering of these rays of light also gave birth to a different aura on Nangonghao's body. The golden awns on the Five Elements Spirit Foundation gradually became a little grayish white, and even transformed towards these grayish whites. Those golden awns Condensation at a speed visible to the naked eye, the more gray and white occupy, the faster the condensation speed.

At the same time, with the condensing of the gray aura, the extreme coldness from Nangong Hao's body gradually dissipated, and along with the dead aura, it was soon replaced by a new aura, with a bit of desolation The breath seems to contain the vicissitudes of endless years, as if after experiencing life and death, you can see through the cold and dead silence of the world!