Chapter 1987 Prepare to Kill!

"The first eight moves of Hitting the Heavenly Immortal Skill are relatively easy, but the last four moves are extremely extraordinary!"

Dao Ling has been standing at the door of the seventeenth floor for three days, and has been observing the strongest skill in the line of physical cultivation, the Heaven Striking Immortal Skill!

But today is the appointed day, and he has to leave. He has been waiting for this day for ten years!

"The ten-year period has come, it's time to go."

Dao Ling bowed respectfully to the vague shadows on the seventeenth floor, then retreated, and began to return to the prison on the eighteenth floor.

"Xi Rang, are you the Emperor Wuliang?" Dao Ling was still very curious about this, and he was also very shocked. How could Emperor Wuliang live for so long?

"It's not good, we can't get in." Xi Rang felt that it was too evil, there were too many strange people and strange things in this universe, who could know all the things in the world.

"If he is really Emperor Wuliang, why is he here?" Dao Ling frowned, he was very suspicious. After all, this matter is too numb, it is difficult to determine whether he is Emperor Wuliang.

"Who knows." Xi Rang smacked his mouth. Ever since he experienced the Big Brother incident, he felt that there should have been some major events in the early days of Kaitian, and it must not be as simple as imagined.

The era of Kaitian is divided into three eras: the early period, the middle period and the late period. The ancient emperor of Taiyin was the emperor who was rampant in the early stage, but at that time Xi Yang had just had spiritual wisdom, and his knowledge of the things of that era was limited.

"Could it be that Emperor Wuliang wants to recognize the master of the abyss?" Xi Rang felt that if he was really Emperor Wuliang, this would make the most sense, but did Emperor Wuliang stay in it for two epochs?

This thing is a bit astonishing, and it cannot be the body of Emperor Wuliang, it should be just his clone!

Human clones can indeed live for a long time, but this requires a special method, and the price paid by this method is endlessly heavy, and even superpowers cannot afford it.

After all, how powerful Emperor Wuliang is, even his avatar is unimaginably strong. The blood energy in his body is too strong, and it is very difficult to claim that the blood energy will last forever.

"Look, this guy finally came out, it's great, I thought he died inside!"

"It's evil, isn't it? I'm afraid that Tian Wanghou didn't find a way out, so he can only return without success."

"Don't you, I almost didn't recognize him,

Look at this old man, he's going to sit down alive. "

Dao Ling had been away from the 18th floor for five or six years. The cell boss on the 18th floor was in a hurry, so he squatted here on the 10th floor to investigate all day long, but he couldn't find Dao Ling.

As a result, the superiors wanted to interrogate Dao Ling in the past few days, but Dao Ling was not on the 18th floor. This made the superiors very angry and sent strong men to search, but they did not find Dao Ling.

Then there is only one, Dao Ling must have entered the fourteenth floor, this news made Shenbo and the others seldom shocked and angry, and felt that they should pay close attention to Tian Wanghou.

An old shadow came striding from the dark space. Although he looked very old, he walked like a dragon and a tiger, with an imposing manner.

"Tianwanghou, your legs and feet are quite sharp, hurry up and roll over here." A cell boss smiled grimly, and was holding an iron whip, exuding a cold air.

"I'm calling you, are you deaf!"

The prison chief's face was dark, and he walked up to him fiercely and said coldly: "You have started to ignore me after a few years of teaching. I think you have a lot of forgetfulness. I don't know where this is!"

"Hurry up and whip him a few times, lest he think he's still a heavenly king."

"What heavenly prince? Isn't he just a prisoner? If he hadn't been useful to his superiors, he would have died a thousand and eight hundred times long ago."

The five prison chiefs sat aside and sneered. They also knew more or less about Tian Wanghou's deeds. This powerful man in the Human Race Alliance didn't just suffer on the eighteenth floor.

"Something with a short memory!"

The prison boss who was striding forward smiled coldly, swung the iron whip in his hand vigorously, and smashed Dao Ling on the head.

"Snapped!"

The whip was pulled up, but it made a clanging sound when it hit Dao Ling's palm.

"You..." The cell leader was startled, and he shook the iron whip vigorously to pull it out.

Dao Ling stood on the ground, his eyes were cold, and his palms were like iron tongs holding an iron whip. Looking back at what happened in the past ten years, his quiet and peaceful heart began to emerge with a terrifying and murderous aura.

"You're looking for death!" The prison chief became furious, gave up his iron whip and rushed up, raised his fist and slammed it at Dao Ling's face.

Several cell bosses watching the show frowned, what's going on?

Aren't Dao Ling's wrists and ankles locked by the Chaos Supreme Treasure? Why is his physical strength still so strong.

But then they were unimaginable, the prison head was slapped by Dao Ling and exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the void.

"Not good!" Several prison bosses were so frightened that their canthus were splitting, Tian Wanghou was able to communicate with the divine power of the human body, which meant that the seal of his body had been broken!

They quickly wanted to send out a sound transmission to inform the protoss powerhouse, but Dao Ling's punch hit him violently, and the entire tenth floor of the abyss trembled.

"Ah!" "Puff..."

The five prison bosses were blown away by Dao Ling's punch, and the whole body was torn apart. Before he died, his heart was full of fear, and he broke free from the **** seal!

Without saying a word, Dao Ling walked towards the eighteenth floor of the prison step by step.

His hair was dancing in a mess, every step he took, the world trembled!

At the time of the Heavenly King, the overall hazy murderous aura became more and more frightening and shocking!

The 18th-floor prison is much more tightly guarded than before. Dao Ling has lost contact for a long time, which makes the Protoss very angry.

The senior officials of the Protoss were alarmed, Dao Ling must be in the abyss, but no one thought that he could go so far.

Even the higher-ups of the Protoss sensed that something was wrong. After so many years, none of these people died. How did they survive?

"The Protoss should have noticed something. I wonder when the Heavenly King will return?" The God of War frowned slightly. In the past few days, the 18th floor of the abyss has not been quiet. The Protoss has some strong people, and the gates of the 18th floor have been sealed. up.

"The suzerain must be returning soon!" Dai Jun said in a deep voice, because according to the agreed time, it is today, today!

Dai Jun's fists were clenched tightly, his eyes were trembling, his heart was stirring, it was today!

"You Tianwanghou are also suppressed here, I don't believe it."

"That's right, how powerful the Heavenly King Marquis is. It is rumored that he became a Marquis when he was less than forty. He has fought in the golden sea of ​​gods, killed the great-grandson of the Eternal Demon Emperor, and killed such powerful people as Kun Ba!"

In the past five or six years, a dozen or so newcomers have come, and they all shook their heads. They couldn't believe that Tian Wanghou was here.

In the entire 18th-floor prison, there are almost 200 Human Race Alliance monks, all of whom have great backgrounds, and now they are all sitting cross-legged.

Because the gate of the eighteenth floor has been sealed, the changes in the heavens these days, as well as the disappearance of Dao Ling and the changes in the prison on the eighteenth floor, made the Protoss feel that the uncertain events outside might really be related to the Heavenly King Hou!

"A group of bastards, they can't even look down on a dead person!" A mighty God Race came here with a very gloomy face. The God Race felt that the matter of Tianwanghou should be resolved in the past few days to prevent any accidents.

"Look, the Heavenly King is here!" A cell boss looked surprised and saw a shadow walking towards the eighteenth floor.

"Where did this evil person go?"

Da Neng's face was gloomy, he raised his head and swept towards a shadow that was approaching, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he said in a voiceless voice: "Quickly go and inform the big shots in the clan..."

"Get out!"

In a terrifying scene, the incoming shadow stepped on the ground, and the entire 18th-story prison was about to collapse, as if an ancient god king was stomping his feet, and everything trembled!

"what!"

Dozens of protoss masters surrounding the gate of the 18th-floor prison were instantly shattered in the air, and none of them survived.

The God of War and the others were all in a daze, seeing Dao Ling's palm stretched out, and the giant palm covering the sky and the sun came mightily, sealing the sky and the world!

"This is impossible!"

The protoss roared so powerfully that blood burst out from the corners of his eyes, he was about to be crushed to death, his body was about to be crushed by this giant palm.

"Ah!" The eyes of the protoss Almighty were full of unwillingness and anger. This prisoner of the protoss broke free, and was even crushed by the king of heaven with one hand and exploded in the air, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

"The time is up, fight out with me!"

The blood was spilled on the world, the wind howled, and the bones flew across.

An old shadow came striding forward, bathed in the flames of war, exuding a monstrous murderous aura in his body!