Chapter 251: Refining the King of the Remnant
The avatar was finally finished, and 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 separation of the guardian Kun Kun 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 separation, 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.
Everything is ready for the East.
At this moment, Wang Chen has any other hesitation and waiting.
"From."
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.
嗡嗡嗡...
The faint voice came and it made people feel hot.
"Give me out."
According to the method of dancing and clearing the snow, Wang Chen squeezed out nine stamps in succession and sang.
These nine stamps remove the seal of the black token.
In an instant, the wind is raging, and the sand is flying.
As the seal on the first floor was lifted, an infinite momentum rose to the sky.
Calling...
In the gale, it is to see a huge phantom, rushing out of 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 suppresses the remnant of the **** who wants to rush out of the bondage. On the other side, he quickly releases his own soul.
呜Wow, wow...
Wang Chen raised his power of the soul to the extreme degree.
In an instant, Wang Chen’s soul rushed out of the body.
The baby of the reincarnation regained consciousness and floated above the head of Wang Chen.
The thunder and lightning in the eyes flashed, and the infant of the reincarnation made a sharp roar, as if to declare the world, he was the king.
In the sharp screams, a layer of invisible ripples is released toward the surroundings.
"Receive."
The baby 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 body. The way the king remnants.
Hang...
When the soul of Wang Chen touched the soul of the remnant, his soul suddenly swayed.
For a time, Wang Chen only felt the shock of the soul suddenly, and there was a horrible roar in his mind.
In front of the 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 lot.
"A good and powerful impact, a powerful and powerful soul, is worthy of the remnant of the gods, the original strong, 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 heart of Wang Chen's spirit to be divided.
If the spirit of Wang Chen is stronger than the ordinary pure Yang Fengwu, I don’t know how many times, I am afraid that under this impact, it is enough to let Wang Chen soul fly.
This makes Wang Chen feel that he is afraid.
The strong struggle, for a time, let Wang Chen struggle to cope.
"Damn, little remnant, no Lord, and dare to let go here."
Feeling this dangerous situation, quickly running the Emperor Dragon, mobilizing the reincarnation of the baby to stabilize his soul, Wang Chen's face became ugly.
A small remnant, he can admit defeat.
Wang Chen is even more unlikely to let his soul succumb to the soul of this remnant.
The soul of the remnant, there should be the self-knowledge of the remnant soul, even if it was the remnant of the king of the gods, how many years have passed, this is no longer the age of the gods, this is the age of Wang Chen.
It’s time to relax in front of Wang Chen’s.
Although it is difficult to know how many times compared to the remnant of the refining and fighting war, Wang Chen is already ready.
In the beginning, the spirit of refining and fighting the world, 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."
Spray a **** fog, Wang Chen sighed.
It can be said that this is Wang Chen’s stroke.
Excellent or not, take another fight.
The **** fog, which spreads quickly, and Wang Chen’s handprints one after another, quickly pinched out.
Hands crossed, intricately pinched out a mysterious inscription.
Every one of the seals seems to be a mixture of blood and blood in the blood, and then slams into the body of the soul.
This will be a long contest and a long battle.
Time is lost in minutes and seconds.
The remnant of the king of the gods, after the flood of the seal, seems to feel the threat, began to struggle wildly.
Every time you pinch, you will shake the mountain.
It’s a real world that seems to collapse.
Rao is Wang Chen, and he has to look pale and sweaty, and he is constantly flowing down.
His spirit is combined with blood, and he is quoted as a symbol. At this moment, he is fighting fiercely with the remnant of the **** king.
The load is not something that ordinary people can imagine.
If it is an ordinary pure warrior, 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.
The ten fingers are tightly buckled, and one by one is constantly pinching out. Wang Chen is biting his teeth and is insisting.
This is the most critical 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 turmoil is turbulent, it is still able to persist.
From time to time, a powerful energy can be injected, which makes the world of 乾坤 more horrible.
The avatar, in the outside world began to control the 乾坤鼎.
This makes Wang Chen no longer worry about it.
......
Time goes by.
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 also 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.
"Okay."
Looking at such a scene, the exhausted Wang Chen, but broke out of the spirit of incomparable.
The victory is in sight.
"Fusion."
The disappointment and defeat of the remnant of the king of God allowed Wang Chen to take the initiative.
A cold voice, the soul of Wang Chen, like a tiger with a big mouth, rushed toward the prey.
In a moment, the gods and souls will be completely wrapped.
Hang...
The moment when I began to fuse the remnant of the gods, Wang Chen’s brain roared.
"My life is 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 the top of the 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.
The eyes, the world, the British.
"My life is both heaven."
The picture turned into an endless blood sea. In that **** sea, it was still the figure that stood proud.
Just, he looks awkward compared to the previous picture.
The whole body is **** and the head is scattered.
Looking at this piece of heaven and earth, there is no more enthusiasm for pointing the way, but it is turned into 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 ant, want to reach your height, no... hahaha ......Impossible, 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, it seems to have suffered a huge blow.
The soul is lost, and at this moment, there is a little demeanor about 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 body, and he was not able to do anything.
"Chess pieces, chess pieces, and sure enough, we are all pieces..."
A long sigh, looking at this piece of heaven and earth, looking at the remnant of the gods who were gradually swallowed up by their own souls, Wang Chen showed a bitter smile.
From the picture just now, Wang Chen saw too many things,
The picture is simple, but 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 many, cruel things, appear In front of this **** king.
He discovered that it was impossible to reverse the whole world with his power and change this 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.
The war has said that they are all chess pieces, and this **** king also said so.
It seems that it is difficult for them to escape the end of the pieces.
Wang Chen was silent.
