Supreme Martial Dao

After the avatar was finally finished, Wang Chen turned his attention to the remnant of the king.

Prepared for such a long time, now, Wang Chen can't wait.

With the help of the shackles of the Kunming Ding, coupled with the help of the drug king, there is the underground world as a cover, the powerful array to cover up the atmosphere, Wang Chen no longer waits.

In the world of Qiankun, with the departure of the body, Wang Chen took out the black one.

This is the most precious thing that Xue Qingxue left for Wang Chen. Inside, it is the remnant of the King of God.

However, Wang Chen did not immediately rush to honour the remnant of the king of the gods because of anxiety, because before this, Wang Chen still needs to adjust his state to the best.

After adjusting the state for three days, recovering the blood deficiency and adjusting the body to the best, Wang Chen finally focused his attention on the black symbol.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

At this moment, Wang Chen has any other hesitation and waiting.

"Get up."

With the soft drink of Wang Chen, the black symbol in front of him suddenly hangs up.

With the infusion of chaos, with the communication of Wang Chen's soul, the original calm black order, this moment, suddenly burst into a ray of light.

Oh...

The scornful voice came and it made people feel hot.

"Give me out."

In accordance with the method of dancing the snow, Wang Chen pinched out nine stamps and sang.

These nine symbols remove the seal of the black symbol.

For a moment, the wind raged and flew sand.

As the seal was lifted, a boundless momentum rose to the sky.

Whistling...

In the yin wind, it is to see a huge illusion, rushing out from the black symbol, appearing in this world.

"The king of the gods."

Looking at that phantom, Wang Chen’s eyes twitched, showing a happy look.

Yes, this is not the remnant of the King of God.

Looking at the remnant of the soul, Wang Chen breathed in the eyes of the gods.

"Give me."

Wang Chen, while suppressing the remnant of the **** who wants to rush out of the bondage, on the other side, quickly released his own soul.

Oh wow, wow...

Wang Chen raised his power of the soul to the extreme degree.

For a moment, Wang Chen’s soul rushed out of the body.

The baby of the reincarnation reawakened again, suspended above Wang Chen’s head.

In the eyes, the thunder and lightning flashed, and the infant of the reincarnation gave a sharp roar, as if to declare the world, he was the king.

Among the sharp screams, a layer of invisible ripples was released towards the surroundings.

"Receive."

The infant of reincarnation is the main body. Wang Chen mobilizes his own soul and covers it with the remnant of the **** king. He wants to completely swallow the remnant of the **** king into his own body. The way.

boom……

Just as the soul of Wang Chen touched the moment of the remnant, his soul suddenly swayed.

For a time, Wang Chen only felt that the soul of the soul suddenly shocked, and there was a horrible roar in his mind.

In front of a black, for a moment, Wang Chen’s world seems to have fallen into the darkness, his head is blank, and at that moment, Wang Chen seems to have lost his ability to think.

"Bastard."

Feeling this situation, Wang Chen's look changed.

"A good and powerful impact, a powerful and powerful soul, is worthy of the remnant of the gods, the strongest of the original, even after thousands of years of scrubbing, even if this is only a remnant of the king of God, still so powerful ""

In the heart, Wang Chen secretly marveled, not to be the remnant of the king of God, do not know, in the beginning of the heyday of the king of God, in the end is how strong it is.

At this moment, the remnant of the King of God, in that moment, almost to the impact of Wang Chen's soul to the impact of the split.

If the spirit of Wang Chen’s spirit is stronger than the ordinary pure Yang Fengfeng, I don’t know how many times, I’m afraid that under this impact, it’s enough to let Wang Chen’s soul fly.

This made Wang Chen feel that he was afraid.

That strong struggle, for a time, let Wang Chen struggle to cope.

"Damn, little remnant, no Lord, and dare to let go here."

Feel the dangerous situation, quickly running the Emperor Dragon, mobilizing the reincarnation of the baby to stabilize his soul, Wang Chen face ugly.

A small remnant, he can admit defeat.

It is even more impossible for Wang Chen to let his soul succumb to the soul of this remnant.

The remnant soul, there should be the self-knowledge of the remnant soul, even if it is the remnant of the king of the gods, how many years have passed, this is no longer the age of the gods, this is Wang Chen their era.

It is a dream to relax in front of Wang Chen.

Although, compared with the remnants of the refining and fighting world, it is difficult to know how many times, but Wang Chen is already ready.

At the beginning, the spirit of the refining and warfare, everything came to life, it was because of the remnant of the war, and there was enough self-awareness. At that time, the war day, I agreed to let Wang Chen merge.

It can be said that the fusion of that time has hardly suffered any resistance.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Chen, who was still weak at the time, successfully refining the remnants of the war, but today the situation is completely different.

However, in any case, Wang Chen will not give up, and he will not let this remnant soul be a blessing.

" Sealing the sky, turning the wheel."

A **** spurt, Wang Chen sighed.

It can be said that this is Wang Chen's stroke.

Rich or not, take another fight.

The **** fog, which spread quickly, and Wang Chen’s handprints one after another, quickly pinched out.

Hands crossed, intricately pinched out a mysterious inscription.

Every time it is printed, it seems to be a kind of blood in the blood mist, and then it has entered the body of the soul.

This will be a long contest and a long struggle.

Time is lost in minutes and seconds.

After the invasion of the seal, the king of the gods seemed to feel the threat and began to struggle wildly.

Every time the needle is tied, it shakes the mountain.

It’s a real world that seems to collapse.

Rao is Wang Chen and can't help but look pale, sweat, and began to flow continuously downward.

His soul is infused with blood, and he is quoted as a symbol. At this moment, he is competing fiercely with the remnant of the King of God.

That load, but not ordinary people can imagine.

If it is an ordinary pure martial art, under such load, I am afraid that the soul has already collapsed and the body has already collapsed.

It is Wang Chen, who can barely support it until now.

Ten fingers clasped, one by one, constantly pinching out, Wang Chen clenched his teeth and insisted.

This is the most crucial time. At this time, if you give up, or if you feel slack, you will not be able to imagine the consequences.

The only thing that is worrying is that although the world of Qiankun is turbulent, it is still able to persist.

From time to time, a strong energy can be injected, which makes the world of 乾坤 more horrible.

Separated, in the outside world began to control Qiankun Ding.

This makes Wang Chen no longer worry about it.

......

time flies.

A long struggle, continue within this world.

After seven days, finally, in the world of Qiankun, when Wang Chen almost reached the limit, the remnant of the **** king reached a limit.

A sorrowful voice came, and under the repression of Wang Chen’s soul and endless seals, the remnant of the gods and kings retreated.

"it is good."

Seeing such a scene, the exhausted Wang Chen, but broke out of the spirit of incomparable.

victory is in sight.

"Fusion."

The failure and retreat of the remnant of the king of God allowed Wang Chen to take the initiative.

A cold, Wang Chen's soul, like a tiger with a big mouth, rushed toward the prey.

For a moment, the gods and souls will be completely wrapped.

boom……

At the beginning of the fusion of the remnant of the gods, Wang Chen’s brain roared.

"I am destined to be the day."

Between the vagueness, there was a majestic voice in Wang Chen’s mind.

As if between, Wang Chen vaguely saw the picture before the endless years.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent and beautiful.

On top of that mountain, a handsome figure, overlooking the vast land, the momentum of dust.

He seems to be the master of this world, and it seems to be the king of this world.

That look, the world, the heroic.

"My life is both heaven."

As soon as the picture turned, it turned into an endless blood sea. In that **** sea, it was still the figure that stood proud.

However, he looks awkward compared to the previous picture.

Blood around the body, the hair is scattered.

Looking at this piece of heaven and earth, there is no more enthusiasm for pointing to the mountains, but to become a confused.

Wang Chen seems to be able to clearly feel that the shadow of this figure can feel the endless doubts in his heart.

The picture was once again distorted, and Wang Chen saw that the man was pale and stood on a boundless plain.

"My life, not heaven, why, why is it... Originally, I am just a chess piece, why are you doing this? Originally, I am destined to be an ants, want to reach your height, no... hahaha... no Maybe, I lost everything, let go of everything, but in the end it was so bad, I am not willing, I am not willing..."

Looking at this piece of heaven and earth, the man is roaring wildly.

If he looks crazy, he seems to have suffered a huge blow.

Lost in the soul, at this moment, where is there a half-point of the deity of the gods.

Looking at this scene, Wang Chen’s heart is full of shock.

He seems to be at the side of this man, feeling the kind of sadness.

Wang Chen opened his mouth and wanted to talk, but he found out that he couldn’t say a word anyway.

Until the picture was reversed, everything fell into chaos, and Wang Chen’s consciousness returned to the ontology, and he was not able to do anything.

"Chess pieces, chess pieces, and sure enough, we are all chess pieces..."

Long sigh, looking at this piece of heaven and earth, looking at the remnant of the gods who were gradually swallowed by their own souls, Wang Chen showed a bitter smile.

From the picture just now, Wang Chen saw too many things,

Although the picture is simple, the information is very rich.

This man is the master of this remnant soul. It is the original king of the gods. From the very beginning, the spirit of temperament, to the gradual discovery of reality, to the experience of too much, one cruel thing, appeared in this In front of the king of gods.

He discovered that it turned out that with his power, he could not reverse the whole world and change the result.

God King, King, no, he is just a chess piece, still can't control his life.

Thinking of this, Wang Chen could not help but sink into the heart.

War days have said that they are all chess pieces, and this **** king also said so.

It seems that it is difficult for me to escape the end of the piece.

Wang Chen was silent.