Chapter 794: Corpse Dragon Battleship

The palm of Xiao Chen's lifeless hand suddenly radiated luster again, returning to its original state, and his five fingers were as agile as before. watermark ad test watermark ad test

Wang Can's eyes were fixed, and he said in a deep voice: "Having realized the will of Thunder, it's no wonder you dare to steal my Wang Can's things, but this is your trump card, you still have to die!"

Xiao Chen didn't want to reveal the secret of the Scarlet Throne, but the opponent pressed on every step of the way, and had to draw out the Moon Shadow Knife to fight.

The black clouds rolled, and the dull thunderous voice rang continuously. Sitting on the throne, Wang Can charged over with the power of the dead.

In the starry sky, the two quickly fought against each other. With the coercion of the other's death will, more and more cracks in the mental power like cocoons in the sea of ​​consciousness.

On the king-class battleship of the Clear Sky School, the two deputy palace masters looked far away, watching this battle, and couldn't help but deeply frowned.

"That throne, which seems to have been left by the evil king in ancient times, was actually given by a descendant of the corpse clan."

"The throne is divided into seven parts. The corpse clan practiced the way of death and got the throne of death. It is a perfect match. Xiao Chen may be in trouble."

"It's not easy for you and me to make a move. Presumably the corpse dragon battleship of the corpse clan is not far away."

"It depends on the situation. If Xiao Chen's life is really in danger, he can do it if he doesn't. I just hope that the opponent is not a king-class warship."

While talking, the two let the warship head towards the place where Xiao Chen and Wang Can fought, and at the same time, they brought in the scattered Haotianzong disciples one by one.

Without leaving their eyes for a moment, Xiao Chen and Wang Can were ready to take action if something went wrong.

Wang Can saw the warship flying towards him, and there were two powerful high-rank martial saints, but his expression didn't change at all, and his moves were extremely deadly.

From the perspective of the situation, Xiao Chen was afraid of exposing the throne, so he seemed quite conservative, and could only stay on the defensive in front of Wang Can who was so powerful.

"Hand over the high-grade flame spar, today's matter is over."

Wang Can felt that he had gained the upper hand. The two high-rank martial saints of Haotianzong had arrived. It was impossible to kill Xiao Chen, so he had to accept it when he saw it.

Click!

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the spiritual power wrapped in the Scarlet Throne in Xiao Chen's sea of ​​consciousness was completely shattered, and the violent killing breath surged out.

A group of red clouds rolled up and down under Xiao Chen's feet, and the Bloody Slaughter Throne lay quietly on it, waiting for its king.

As soon as the Scarlet Throne appeared, the expression on Wang Can's face completely changed, and he said a little excitedly: "The Killing Throne, hahaha, it seems that my luck is really not ordinary, and I actually bumped into the Killing Throne."

"Yeah, your luck is really not ordinary."

The secret was exposed, and Xiao Chen, who had been forbearing all this time, finally condensed the murderous aura between his brows, and his icy voice was like a bone spur, making Wang Can feel a chill for no reason.

boom!

Xiao Chen sat down lightly, leaned back on the throne, and turned into a red light, soaring into the sky. Faintly, amidst the red light, there seemed to be a nine-foot-high golden dragon soaring.

The aura of the king and real dragon, without any restraint at this moment, was released with the killing mood.

The terrifying coercion ruthlessly knocked back Wang Can's aura in an instant, so much that he couldn't even kick him out of breath.

The clothes on his body and hair danced wildly towards the back, Wang Can seemed to be flying up.

The palm slapped hard on the armrest, and the death will in the throne surged together, and black light rose into the sky.

The imprint on Wang Can's brows kept flickering, the coercion of the will to die, and Xiao Chen's coercion of killing the real dragon collided crazily.

In the endless starry sky, a strange scene suddenly formed, one black and one red, two rays of light flying into the sky, reflecting each other, forming circles of cosmic storms.

The starry sky meteorites flying around deviated from their original trajectories and spun around the two of them.

The secret of the throne is exposed, Xiao Chen no longer has any scruples, the artistic conception of killing cooperates with the real dragon of the king to form a vast coercion, confronting the opponent sharply, and will never retreat an inch.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the purple talisman rotates gently, but does not send out, ready to give the opponent a fatal blow at any time.

Wang Can's swarthy face looked very ugly. I could clearly sense that he hadn't signed a contract with the existence inside the throne, and he couldn't elevate the artistic conception to the will to kill.

My death will, why can't I take full advantage, and I have to work so hard, and even faintly fall into a slight disadvantage.

With the confrontation of imposing coercion, the cosmic storm formed around the two became more rapid and violent.

Not only can it make the starry sky meteorites flying around deviate from the trajectory, forming a suction force, it even actively pulls the distant meteorites directly and violently.

The starry sky meteorites gathered more and more, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of starry sky meteorites gathered, spinning crazily, forming a circle of meteorites as high as a thousand feet.

Through the gap between the meteorites, one can see two thrones, one black and one red, standing opposite each other, hovering upwards. The two people on the throne were all dressed up and had long hair flying.

When the two thrones hovering upwards were about to leave the group of meteorites in the starry sky completely, the two stood up at the same time with their eyes fixed.

"kill!"

"die!"

Terrifying energy mixed with boundless momentum erupted at the same time. Thousands of meteorites were turned into powder in an instant, and the dust in the starry sky rolled endlessly and scattered in all directions.

On the King-class battleship of the Haotianzong, the former true disciples were all stunned when they saw this magnificent scene.

The meteorites in the starry sky were annihilated, and in the dust, Xiao Chen's extreme killing mood combined with the king's real dragon aura to form a golden killing word.

Countless black death energy gushes out from the throne behind Wang Can, and the terrifying death will forms a black and ferocious death word in the void.

The two reached out and pointed at each other, and the golden "kill" and the black "death" collided violently in the starry sky.

After all, will is will, and it is a level higher than artistic conception. The Ultimate Slaughter Concept combined with King's True Dragon Qi may be stronger in terms of coercion, but there is still a big difference in the real destructive power of the two.

With a pop, the golden kill character collapsed and turned into strands of free killing aura, roaming in the starry sky.

On Wang Can's swarthy face, there was a hint of a smirk, and he shouted: "Cut!"

The slightly weak breath of the death character turned into a slender black sword, and it slashed towards Xiao Chen angrily. This is the incarnation of his will, called the sword of the dead.

At this moment, Wang Can's eyes were full of confidence. Although his will to die was entangled with extreme killing, it lost several layers of power. But if the will to death wants to overcome a will to energy, it is still a matter of grasping.

As soon as this sword is released, it will be able to easily shatter Xiao Chen's thunderous will, and then win the throne of killing, and he will be completely promoted to the invincible realm of the semi-holy realm.

But in the world, there is always a subtle difference between ideas and reality. Xiao Chen's thunder will is not ordinary energy will, but an immortal thunder will, imitating the divine thunder, and writing immortal talismans.

If it is a complete death will, it may have the advantage of a higher will.

It is also possible to compete with Xiao Chen's immortal thunder will, but the death will that has been consumed by a few percent is not enough.

The purple light flickered between the brows, and the talisman of the immortal inscription flowed out, flashing out, the electric light tore apart, and the black long sword was blown into nothingness in an instant.

Wang Can spat out a mouthful of black blood, before he could make a move, the purple talisman with the power of immortal thunder came in a flash, blooming dazzling brilliance in the starry sky.

When the lightning stopped, Wang Can's people had already been knocked ten miles away. Huge meteorites were smashed into powder by him, and a blood hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, and sparks of electricity were still flickering non-stop. .

Xiao Chen raised his head and took a look, he was also slightly startled, he really didn't know what material this guy's body was made of, even the will talisman couldn't penetrate it.

It was clear that the other party was not wearing any inner armor secret treasure.

But this has nothing to do with Xiao Chen, at this moment Wang Can has lost his ability to fight and does not pose any threat to him.

With a slight step on the soles of his feet in the starry sky, he arrived in front of the Throne of Death, with a burning look in his eyes, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed at the Throne of Death.

At this moment, an extremely dangerous feeling hit, and in the distant starry sky, three black dragon breaths pierced through the starry sky, shooting towards Xiao Chen.

As long as Xiao Chen grabs the death throne, he will be hit by the dragon's breath immediately, and it is very likely that he will be crushed into blood and die without a whole body.

On the battleship of the Clear Sky School, the two deputy palace masters said with a surprised expression: "The three dark dragon breaths are really king-class corpse dragon battleships."

"Xiao Chen retreated quickly, it is the dark dragon's breath refined from the corpse of a real dragon, you must not resist it."

The hall master on the left quickly sent a voice transmission to Xiao Chen, ordering him to back away.

Xiao Chen's face darkened, but he had no intention of giving up. He had expected that behind Wang Can, there must be a powerful force following him, otherwise he would not have been so afraid of the exposure of the throne in the first place.

A single Wang Can would not let him do this.

But now that the throne has been exposed, if he leaves here, he will not get any benefits, and he will expose his treasures, so it is really hard to be reconciled.

He glanced lightly, and in his eyes, two rays of light, one purple and one white, flashed out quickly. The fire of Taiyin and the real fire of Zilei are chasing each other in the void.

In the blink of an eye, a picture of Tai Chi chaos is formed, with Zhou Tian gossip, two instruments and four images, all kinds of mysterious runes of heaven and earth, and the flashing of four images holy beasts in the Tai Chi flame picture, forming a complete general trend.

"What is he doing?"

The deputy hall master on the left had deep doubts in his eyes and was puzzled.

"It's over, the dark dragon's breath can easily kill a low-rank martial saint, and we dare not take it casually." The hall master on the right sighed in despair.

The golden light flickered, and thousands of rays of light appeared on the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Flame Diagram. To everyone's surprise, they actually blocked three dragon breaths in their astonished eyes.

But it was only blocked for a second, but this second is enough to do something good.

Stretching out his hand to grab the throne of death and throwing it into the Qiankun ring, the thunder light burst under Xiao Chen's feet, and quickly flashed towards the king-class battleship.

The black aftermath surged towards all directions like lake water, like the waves of death, starry sky meteorites were silently crushed into powder.

The aftermath came too fast, Xiao Chen couldn't completely avoid it, activated the sacred pagoda in his chest, forming a phantom of the pagoda covering the whole body.