Chapter 1005 The King Is Resurrected!

Those who rushed forward were crushed by the strong squeeze, and even several ancestors died.

And the exploding blood mist kept getting into the nose of the crucified ancient king!

This tiny change happened to be noticed by Ye Wushuang. His eyes narrowed slightly, thinking to himself that this king was about to be resurrected?

"Quickly retreat!"

With his mind spinning, Ye Wushuang took Shen Gongbao and others to retreat!

"What's going on, what's going on?"

Looking at the North Emperor's Bow that was so close, everyone turned pale with fear. Those who rushed forward bathed in blood, sobered up a lot, and hurriedly turned around and retreated!

Boom!

The faces of the four candidates for the Holy Son also changed drastically. They stepped into the void and left the high platform at an extremely fast speed. They were shocked!

The Holy Son Huangji and others successively moved away from the stone monument and retreated to the edge. Their eyes were fixed on the bow of the Northern Emperor, and they did not dare to act rashly!

"what happened?"

The ancestor of Shadow Valley looked gloomy. He could only look at the ancient treasure that was so close at hand. What was that mysterious power?

Ye Xiwen analyzed in a deep voice: "That should be the method left behind by this dead king. The purpose is to prevent us from getting the Bow of the Northern Emperor. He should be the third son of the Holy Lord Shenmeng, Qianqi Daiyun! "

"wrong!"

Ye Wushuang whispered, staring at the figure in the blood mist, eating away the blood in the blood mist!

"wrong?"

Hearing this, Ye Xiwen frowned, turned to Ye Wushuang and said, "Do you have a different opinion?"

Immediately, a group of Immortal Realm powerhouses including the Holy Son of Emperor Ji, the Goddess of Wonderful Sound, the Wanyan Sect, and the Patriarch of the Shadow Valley also turned to look at them.

Ye Wushuang said seriously: "This is not Qianqiu Daiyun, but the culprit who massacred Wuwang City!"

"A joke?" Ye Xiwen sneered, "Since he was the culprit of the massacre in Wuwang City, then why was he killed here? Don't tell me, this was Qianqiu Daiyun's doing. If that was the case, wouldn't it be Qianqiu? Dai Yun is still alive!"

After hearing Ye Xiwen's analysis, everyone couldn't help but nod in agreement!

"I don't know if Chiaki Daiyun is still alive, but one thing is certain, he is the culprit who massacred Wuwang City!"

Ye Wushuang stared at the figure nailed to the stone tablet. According to his guess, the person who was nailed to death should come to find Longquan, the desolate god mentioned by the Saint of Divine Dream!

Then, he took the opportunity to destroy Wuwang City, and then was mysteriously killed here!

In this way, it is not difficult to explain why the Eight Desolate Dragons came to the Wuwu Mountain Range, and their purpose should also be to find the Desolate God Longquan.

Unfortunately, it was also killed in a strange way!

"Ye Wushuang, what exactly do you want to say?"

Wanyan Zongsheng’s voice was cold and calm.

"An ancient king who was originally dead still killed cultivators and devoured their blood. If you didn't kill the tens of millions of people in Wuwang City, who did they?"

Ye Wushuang stared at the ancient king and said something that everyone was baffled by!

However, just when everyone was puzzled, the head of the crucified ancient king was slightly raised, revealing a pair of empty eyes, with two groups of blood-red flames burning!

Countless bloody runes and magic light continued to fall from his body, dazzling like a sharp and peerless divine sword, and an ancient magic sound echoed, like the incantation of a demon god's sacrifice, ringing in everyone's ears!

The thick black hair was flying in the wind, and between his eyebrows, a coffin mark appeared in front of Ye Wushuang's eyes with a faint look!

"Buried Heaven Clan!"

When Ye Wushuang saw the coffin mark, he recognized it instantly, and his eyes suddenly turned cold!

"He's not dead?"

Looking at this sudden and strange scene, everyone's eyelids jumped suddenly and their hearts sank sharply. Is this going to be resurrected?

If he is resurrected, it will definitely have unimaginable consequences for them!

Many people had the urge to run away, but they finally resisted. There were bloody corpses everywhere, and there was no way out. They still met a dead end!

"Don't worry, everyone, this ancient king's corpse will not be resurrected." Zongsheng Wanyan tried his best to suppress his voice and said calmly to the people next to him.

"Boom!"

However, as soon as Wanyan Zongsheng finished speaking, a powerful will fell from the sky, making everyone's bodies sink!

In the eyes of that ancient king, two groups of blood-red flames gradually spread out from the depths, like two eternal lamps. The blood-colored light shines on the world and makes everything appear blood-red!

"Resurrected, he is really resurrected!"

At this moment, even the ancestors of Shadow Valley and others could no longer remain calm. Many people's legs became weak and they almost knelt down.

However, that kind of blood color was also suppressed by the stone tablet!

And that kind of powerful pressure also caused the Northern Emperor's bow on the top of the stone tablet to tremble, suppressing it.

"He was restrained by the stone tablet and the Northern Emperor's Bow!"

Ye Wushuang shouted, causing the crowd to come back to their senses.

"What a smart ant. I am indeed restrained by the stone tablet and the power of the Northern Emperor. However, if I want to kill you, it can only be done in a matter of seconds. Come and provide me with nourishment and help me get out of this hellish place."

As soon as Ye Wushuang finished speaking, a violent, evil, and gloomy voice sounded out with an endless aura of killing!

This sound makes people feel as cold as falling into an ice cellar, as if the cold winter wind is blowing on the body like a knife blade!

A terrifying blood spread towards a group of people, with strong tearing force, pulling the crowd towards the stone monument!

puff!

puff!

Countless geniuses were pulled over, squeezed and exploded, turning into a ball of blood mist!

"Hanged ghost!"

Suddenly, the big bull shouted in fear, and the four were also pulled over!

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang took a step forward and stretched out a hand to grab the four people!

"Everyone attack him together!"

The Holy Lady of Shenmeng shouted, and the three-color shuttle turned into a sharp beam of light and killed him!

Seeing this, the others also blasted out attacks. At this time, they also knew that only by dealing with this king who was about to be resurrected together could they survive!

"Ant people, overestimate your own abilities!"

The cold and gloomy voice exploded in the ears of the crowd, and the blood-colored light blocked everything outside, and those attacks were constantly annihilated!

Cut!

Ye Wushuang sacrificed the ancient sword of the ancestral weapon, and cast the sword of destruction to stand in the blood. The blood was turbulent, and taking the opportunity, Ye Wushuang pulled the four people back!

"Not a bad ant, but you can't escape!"

When the voice sounded, Ye Wushuang's body felt as if it was grabbed by a world-shaking force and dragged into the blood!

Ye Wushuang's face suddenly darkened, and the ancestral weapon slashed again!

"Ant, your struggle... is useless!"

The blood-colored energy wrapped Ye Wushuang and quickly rushed in front of the ancient king. A pair of evil blood-colored eyes stared at Ye Wushuang. As the ancient king said, Ye Wushuang found that his divine power could not compete with this blood!

"Powerful and pure blood, with the potential of a genius, you, an ant, are indeed interesting, but please contribute your blood!"

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