Chapter 1777: King You
"This kid's fighting power seems to have become stronger again!"
"Did his cultivation just break through again?"
"But how is this possible!"
The Lord of Thunder Prison felt extremely horrified at this moment, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He and Palace Master Mu Teng sacrificed the ninth-grade spiritual weapon this time, but it was all at the cost of burning longevity. Just a quarter of an hour after the confrontation with Jiang Xuan, the two of them had burned fifty years at least. Shou Yuan, if they continue to fight this kid, even if they are not killed by Jiang Xuan, they will die of old age because their Shou Yuan is exhausted.
But looking back at Jiang Xuan at this time, he had gone through a series of battles before, and now he had been using ninth-grade noble-level spiritual weapons to fight against them, but the battle became more and more fierce, as if there was no consumption at all.
This guy is a monster.
The Lord of Thunder Prison and the Lord of Muteng Palace became more and more frightened as they fought. They were afraid that if they continued to fight like this, they would really be killed by Jiang Xuan.
They all had the intention of retreating, but in a battle of this level, they could not retreat if they wanted to.
"Bang!"
On the other side, sitting cross-legged in the spiritual formation, the bodies of the nine first-level Spirit King Realm experts from Lingyun Pavilion exploded one after another, turning into clouds of blood mist.
When the blood mist dissipated, only nine broken skeletons were left sitting there.
Because of supporting the operation of these ninth-grade noble-level spiritual weapons, the longevity energy in the bodies of these nine people has been exhausted.
Only Elder Lingwu was left sitting cross-legged in the spiritual formation, struggling to hold on, but it was obvious that he could not hold on for much longer.
Elder Lingwu was already bleeding from all his orifices and his face was pale. He roared: "I am not willing to accept it... ah!"
"Bang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body finally couldn't sustain the consumption of the ninth-grade supreme spiritual weapon, and burst open, turning into blood all over the ground.
A top strong man finally fell.
As for the ninth-level supreme spiritual weapon, the sword, after losing its spiritual power, the light on the sword gradually dimmed. The sword changed from a sword of more than 40 meters long to only three feet long, and it fell from a high altitude.
However, before it fell to the ground, it was caught by a graceful figure and quickly put into his sleeve.
After putting away the beheading knife, she immediately ran away at a very fast speed, like a ghost, leaving afterimages in the sky.
"Leave the sword!"
Nan Hou let out an angry roar, and with one press of his palm, he pressed down the tiger head seal, obviously intending to kill the person who suddenly appeared.
The Zhan Dao is a ninth-grade revered spiritual weapon, a top-level treasure. Naturally, Nanhou will not watch it.
Then it was taken back by the rebels.
"Nanhou, you actually dare to attack the saint of my Ten Thousand Demons Palace. You are so brave. I will come to see you today!"
A ray of light appeared above the imperial city, and the light became more and more dazzling, making people almost unable to open their eyes.
A burly man flew out of the light. He was wearing a heavy armor and was holding a Fangtian painted halberd in his hand.
"Swish!"
And behind him, another forty-eight points of light came.
Each of these light spots is wrapped in a powerful warrior. They are wearing uniformly colored armor and bright red cloaks, looking very majestic.
Forty-eight people formed a circle and naturally formed a huge battle formation.
The fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from their bodies are the eyes of the battle formation.
The cultivation bases of the forty-eight people are all above the Spirit King Realm, and most of them are at the fifth level of the Spirit King Realm. A few strong ones have reached the peak of the Spirit King Realm.
Nan Hou looked at the huge battle formation, his pupils shrank, and said: "You are the forty-eight generals of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace!"
There are six palace masters and forty-eight kings in the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.
The forty-eight generals under the Forty-Eight Throne are all top-notch experts in the Holy Dragon Dynasty, and they all have the ability to stand alone.
King You stood in the center of the battle formation, and burst into laughter: "Today the imperial city will be destroyed, so why do you need to resist so pointlessly, Marquis Nan? Why don't you submit to me, the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, as soon as possible, and I will protect you when the time comes." Nanhou Mansion has endless glory and wealth."
"If you want me to surrender, then it depends on whether you have the ability to defeat me?"
Nanhou's eyes widened. He held the tiger head seal and drew it towards the sky. The void was suddenly torn open and said: "Let's go to another time and space to fight and see who wins and who loses!"
"Okay! I have long wanted to fight Nanhou."
King You let out a wild laugh and entered another time and space first.
A fight between powerful men like King You and Nanhou would definitely be shocking. If they fight here, the armies of both sides will suffer heavy losses.
Therefore, King You agreed to enter the battle in different time and space.
"If I die in battle in another time and space, let General Fang take charge of the commander's seal."
Nanhou handed the command seal to Luo Xun and said.
Luo Xun held the handsome seal, his eyes trembling: "Father..."
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm just saying that if King You wants to defeat me, it won't be that easy?"
A flash of light flashed in Nanhou's eyes, and then turned into an afterimage, rushing into the space of another time. "This kid's fighting power seems to have become stronger again!"
"Did his cultivation just break through again?"
"But how is this possible!"
The Lord of Thunder Prison felt extremely horrified at this moment, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He and Palace Master Mu Teng sacrificed the ninth-grade spiritual weapon this time, but it was all at the cost of burning longevity. Just a quarter of an hour after the confrontation with Jiang Xuan, the two of them had burned fifty years at least. Shou Yuan, if they continue to fight this kid, even if they are not killed by Jiang Xuan, they will die of old age because their Shou Yuan is exhausted.
But looking back at Jiang Xuan at this time, he had gone through a series of battles before, and now he had been using ninth-grade noble-level spiritual weapons to fight against them, but the battle became more and more fierce, as if there was no consumption at all. ??
This guy is a monster.
The Lord of Thunder Prison and the Lord of Muteng Palace became more and more frightened as they fought. They were afraid that if they continued to fight like this, they would really be killed by Jiang Xuan.
They all had the intention of retreating, but in a battle of this level, they could not retreat if they wanted to.
"Bang!"
On the other side, sitting cross-legged in the spiritual formation, the bodies of the nine first-level Spirit King Realm experts from Lingyun Pavilion exploded one after another, turning into clouds of blood mist.
When the blood mist dissipated, only nine broken skeletons were left sitting there.
Because of supporting the operation of these ninth-grade noble-level spiritual weapons, the longevity energy in the bodies of these nine people has been exhausted.
Only Elder Lingwu was left sitting cross-legged in the spiritual formation, struggling to hold on, but it was obvious that he could not hold on for much longer.
Elder Lingwu was already bleeding from all his orifices and his face was pale. He roared: "I am not willing to accept it... ah!"
"Bang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body finally couldn't sustain the consumption of the ninth-grade supreme spiritual weapon, and burst open, turning into blood all over the ground.
A top strong man finally fell.
As for the ninth-level supreme spiritual weapon, the sword, after losing its spiritual power, the light on the sword gradually dimmed. The sword changed from a sword of more than 40 meters long to only three feet long, and it fell from a high altitude.
However, before it fell to the ground, it was caught by a graceful figure and quickly put into his sleeve.
After putting away the beheading knife, she immediately ran away at a very fast speed, like a ghost, leaving afterimages in the sky.
"Leave the sword!"
Nan Hou let out an angry roar, and with one press of his palm, he pressed down the tiger head seal, obviously intending to kill the person who suddenly appeared.
The Zhan Dao is a ninth-grade revered spiritual weapon, a top-level treasure. Naturally, Nanhou will not watch it.
Then it was taken back by the rebels.
"Nanhou, you actually dare to attack the saint of my Ten Thousand Demons Palace. You are so brave. I will come to see you today!"
A ray of light appeared above the imperial city, and the light became more and more dazzling, making people almost unable to open their eyes.
A burly man flew out of the light. He was wearing a heavy armor and was holding a Fangtian painted halberd in his hand.
"Swish!"
And behind him, another forty-eight points of light came.
Each of these light spots is wrapped in a powerful warrior. They are wearing uniformly colored armor and bright red cloaks, looking very majestic.
Forty-eight people formed a circle and naturally formed a huge battle formation.
The fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from their bodies are the eyes of the battle formation.
The cultivation bases of the forty-eight people are all above the Spirit King Realm, and most of them are at the fifth level of the Spirit King Realm. A few strong ones have reached the peak of the Spirit King Realm.
Nan Hou looked at the huge battle formation, his pupils shrank, and said: "You are the forty-eight generals of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace!"
There are six palace masters and forty-eight kings in the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.
The forty-eight generals under the Forty-Eight Throne are all top-notch experts in the Holy Dragon Dynasty, and they all have the ability to stand alone.
King You stood in the center of the battle formation, and burst into laughter: "Today the imperial city will be destroyed, so why do you need to resist so pointlessly, Marquis Nan? Why don't you submit to me, the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, as soon as possible, and I will protect you when the time comes." Nanhou Mansion has endless glory and wealth."
"If you want me to surrender, then it depends on whether you have the ability to defeat me?"
Nanhou's eyes widened. He held the tiger head seal and drew it towards the sky. The void was suddenly torn open and said: "Let's go to another time and space to fight and see who wins and who loses!"
"Okay! I have long wanted to fight Nanhou."
King You let out a wild laugh and entered another time and space first.
A fight between powerful men like King You and Nanhou would definitely be shocking. If they fight here, the armies of both sides will suffer heavy losses.
Therefore, King You agreed to enter the battle in different time and space.
"If I die in battle in another time and space, let General Fang take charge of the commander's seal."
Nanhou handed the command seal to Luo Xun and said.
Luo Xun held the handsome seal, his eyes trembling: "Father..."
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm just saying that if King You wants to defeat me, it won't be that easy?"
A flash of light flashed in Nanhou's eyes, and then turned into an afterimage, rushing into the space of another time.
