Chapter 677 Spirit Race Bloodline

Main Spirit Peak.

Xuanzhen Shengzong Mountain Gate, a solemn and grand arena, is located in the peak area of ​​the main spirit peak.

This arena, named "Zhenwangtai", is famous in Shengzong and has lasted for tens of thousands of years.

in Sanctuary.

Ordinary powerhouses or true disciples are not qualified to compete on the "True King Stage".

because.

This is the battle field belonging to the False God King.

And today, the morning sun shines brightly.

On the solemn and ancient "True King Platform", two figures face each other from a distance.

One of the young men in Xuanyi stood with his hands behind his back, arrogant and arrogant, his eyes were like stars, and he was surrounded by a mighty king who reigned over the world.

To the naked eye, it is a dazzling silver emptiness light group, like the light of the gods.

He is Nangong Sheng.

Zhenwu Holy Land, recognized as the first genius.

"Tsk tsk, besides Meng Xi, who else among the Holy Land contemporaries can rival Nangong Sheng?"

"Nangong Sheng is promoted to king, even Meng Xi and Zhao Feng's generation, I am afraid it is difficult for him to stick to ten moves."

Around the arena, there are many true disciples.

Zhenwangtai, the other end.

A girl in purple dresses as elegant as a fairy, she is absolutely beautiful, her skin is like snow-white jade, with a touch of lustre.

In terms of appearance and appearance, in the entire Zhenwu Holy Land, only Meng Xi of Qianyou Shengzong can be compared with it.

Some male disciples, their eyes fell on the girl in purple, and while they were amazed, they were ashamed.

"She, is that Zhao Yufei?"

"It's hard to imagine that Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother Nan, and Jiang Fan were all defeated by her."

The crowd whispered.

Although, no one thought that Zhao Yufei would have a good chance of winning.

However, to be able to go this far, Zhao Yufei's talent potential is already disdainful of his generation.

On age.

Zhao Yufei is much smaller than Nangong Sheng.

This battle has attracted much attention.

Near Zhenwangtai, there are even figures of kings and emperors.

in.

Emperor Duanmu and Nangong Sheng's master, "Emperor Mikong", were also present.

"I didn't expect that the first battle after I was promoted to the king would be neither Zhao Feng nor Meng Xi. It would be a woman with no name."

Nangong Sheng murmured in a somewhat self-deprecating tone.

With his reputation as the first genius of the Holy Land, and the cultivation of the False God King, he would not bother to confront the geniuses of the same generation, otherwise he would be suspected of "bullying the small by the big".

after all.

After being promoted to king, Nangong Sheng, in principle, became a senior member of the holy sect and left the ranks of his disciples.

Originally, Nangong Sheng did not intend to fight.

However, this battle had the meaning of Emperor Duanmu, and he had discussed with his master "Emperor Mikong".

It is said that this mysterious woman, from a distant continent, is inextricably linked with Emperor Duanmu.

"start."

Under the signal of the two great emperors, the duel on the real king stage finally began.

The two people who were in the spotlight did not immediately shoot.

"No matter how strong your bloodline and inheritance are. If you haven't been promoted to the False God realm, in the eyes of the king, you are all ants."

Nangong Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, his thoughts moved.

boom

In an instant, in the void of heaven and earth, the mighty power of the king shook the soul level, and the vitality of an area seemed to freeze.

as long as you want.

With a single thought, Nangong Sheng can destroy the Xiaoyue Sect, or the head of the Jagged Sect.

This is the will of the king

In the field of vision, Nangong Sheng seems to be integrated into the boundless and vast sky, and his every move has infinite power and penetrates the material level of the soul.

Half of the real king's platform is haunted by a layer of mysterious silver phantom.

That mysterious silver phantom light, participating in the profound meaning of space, is like a layer of sky, penetrating the void,

"His illusory power has formed the outline of the space domain. Even if the half-step king falls, his will is suppressed, and the physical body will be imprisoned by the power of the domain, making it difficult to resist."

Among the spectators, there are several kings.

The Great Emperor Mikong, a silver-haired old man with a smile on his lips, glanced at the Great Emperor Duanmu.

"As expected of Nangong Sheng, not long after he was promoted to the king, his strength was no less than that of some old-fashioned kings."

Duanmuqing said with emotion.

Just a thought, there is such a powerful force.

Change to the previous Zhao Feng, or Meng Xi, they will definitely be suppressed, and there is not much power to fight back.

"Yu Fei, in his king's artistic conception, there is the power of space..."

The voice of the remnant of the Purple Saint resounded in Zhao Yufei's mind.

Under the pressure of the mighty power of the king and the artistic conception of space.

Zhao Yufei's pretty face was bright red, but there was no sign of defeat or weakness.

on the contrary.

She also raised her face slightly: "You are very strong, but I will not lose"

"Um?"

Nangong Sheng looked surprised, his king's mighty power was oppressing Zhao Yufei, and it was like a stone sinking into the sea, as if he had fallen into another world.

"It turns out that it is no wonder that she dares to challenge the king."

In the empty silver eyes of the Great Emperor Mikong, a strange light flashed, and he was shocked.

Some of the kings present also saw clues.

Zhao Yufei has refined a small world, and is not afraid of the mighty power of heaven and earth carried by the will of ordinary kings.

buzz

The purple-dressed girl had a layer of purple crystal haze blooming on her body, with a magnificent momentum, smashing the mysterious silver sky around her.

"how come"

Nangong Sheng's figure swayed slightly, and the outline of the space domain shaped by his mighty power was directly defeated by the true essence of the opponent.

The False God realm is divided into two levels: king and emperor.

The king, reaching a certain level, can shape the realm of space, but not the real material space.

The Great Emperor is stronger, and can materialize and shape the space field into a real space, or even a small world.

Nangong Sheng, who has just been promoted to king not long ago.

Because he is proficient in the profound meaning of space and possesses an ethereal body, he can barely shape the outline of the space field.

Generally, half-step kings, who are in the space domain, do not have much resistance.

However.

A burst of true energy burst out from Zhao Yufei's body, and the power was shocking, and it directly shook the space domain power around him.

"A really strong real yuan"

Some of the kings present were horrified.

"It does not condense the will of the king, but breaks the barrier of the realm, and has the strength of the true essence comparable to the king."

The Great Emperor Mikong was in shock.

At this moment.

Nangong Sheng and Zhao Yufei shot at the same time.

A flood of profound silver, accompanied by astonishing mighty power, descended from the sky and pressed Zhao Yufei.

That power is enough to annihilate an ordinary city.

"Purple Heaven Sacred Art"

Zhao Yufei let out a coquettish snort, her jade hand raised lightly, thousands of amethyst streamers, each as sharp as a sword, as agile as a fish, danced into a purple storm, rushing towards Nangong Sheng.

puff puff

Two king-level forces collided on the True King Stage, magnificent and magnificent.

"Her power... actually can resist my king power."

Nangong Sheng had a solemn expression.

He finally put away his underestimation.

The legendary Continental Territory is indeed no trivial matter, surpassing the Holy Martial Realm.

swish

Nangong Sheng's figure disappeared from the spot.

next moment.

boom

A dark silver light spot, condensed with a forbidden aura, rushed towards Zhao Yufei from the side.

too fast.

Nangong Sheng's secret space skills and movement techniques have reached a whole new level.

space occult

Zhao Yufei's heart skipped a beat, her spirit bloodline was extremely sensitive to the vitality of heaven and earth, and she was even one body.

"receive"

Zhao Yufei stretched out her hands, and an empty amethyst vortex appeared, which suddenly expanded by ten feet, engulfing the black-silver light spot.

The corner of Nangong Sheng's mouth twitched into a sneer.

chi chi bang

In the amethyst vortex, there is a kind of power to break through the shackles of space between those mysterious silver light spots bursting.

Seeing that, the power of the secret space technique was bombarding Zhao Yufei.

swish

A phantom of purple light was left on the spot, which burst and annihilates together with the mysterious silver spot.

Immediately after.

A dazzling amethyst streamer, the afterimage of the phantom light swept away, carrying a terrifying force, and slammed into Nangong Sheng.

Looking from a distance, I saw a dazzling "purple meteor" hitting Nangong Sheng.

not good

Nangong Sheng had a sense of crisis, and the mysterious silver light pattern on his body flashed a few dozen meters away.

Boom

The dazzling "purple meteor" bombarded the place where Nangong Sheng originally stood, and pieces of purple flames engulfed and twisted the void.

Nangong Sheng, who was close to being hit by the purple meteor.

buzz

The flame of the "Purple Meteor" faded away, and in the bursts of light, Zhao Yufei's beautiful and phantom shadow appeared.

"Purple Heaven Sacred Art"

"What is her relationship with the 'Sacred Lord Ziye?'

The Great Emperor Mi Kong stared at Zhao Yufei tightly and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He is also an ancient emperor, and he even witnessed the heroic appearance of the "Purple Night Lord" a long time ago.

in that era.

There are thousands of sects in the mega shock domain of the Purple Night Lord, and it is rare to find an opponent.

"Yes, she is the inheritance of Holy Master Ziye. She also has the bloodline of the Primordial Ten Thousand Clan List."

The corner of Emperor Duanmu's mouth twitched slightly.

The wonderful face of Emperor Mikong made him very refreshing.

Regardless of the outcome.

Nangong Sheng is the king, possessing the supreme talent of "Earth Spirit Body, Heaven Spirit Body", and the first genius in the Holy Land.

And Zhao Yufei, regardless of age or cultivation, is lower than Nangong Sheng.

"Mysterious Crack"

In a flash of the silver light dotted line, Nangong Sheng appeared behind Zhao Yufei.

A silver edge, like a crack extending in space, exudes forbidden space power.

At this moment, the two are close at hand

Nangong Sheng could even smell Zhao Yufei's beautiful body fragrance.

puff

That "Xuankong crack", the thunder struck Zhao Yufei.

Sage Nangong turned the mighty power of the king to the extreme, and the secret space skills locked Zhao Yufei.

Zhao Yufei, there is no way to hide.

However, she didn't plan to dodge either, and her skin suddenly shone brightly, as if she had turned into a goddess made of ice crystals and jade, swaying with a layer of purple flow.

Ding puff

Xuankong cracked, slashing Zhao Yufei, as if fused into a layer of liquid crystal, and the crystal light overflowed at the same time.

"how is this possible"

Nangong Sheng's eyes narrowed and he cried out in his heart.

The scene in front of him made many spectators on the field stunned.

Zhao Yufei did not have any sign of using a great secret skill, but her body exceeded the limit of flesh and blood.

Her physical state is similar to Zhao Feng's "water spirit transforming into a god".

As for Zhao Feng, he had to use his secret skills at a considerable cost to achieve this state.

As for Zhao Yufei, this physical state seems to be an instinct.

"This kind of bloodline inheritance, is it the 'Spiritual Race' in the list of ten thousand clans."

On the field, some of the kings watching the battle lost their voices in shock.

To know.

Nangong Sheng's attack was a special space attack, and it didn't even hurt Zhao Yufei in the slightest.

"The characteristics of the bloodline of the Spirit Race must be the Spirit Race."

Emperor Mi Kong took a deep breath, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.

Spirit Race, ranked nineteenth in the Primordial Ten Thousand Races List, this is the mythical bloodline that surpasses all races in the world.

buzz

On Zhao Yufei's flawless body like a purple crystal, the "crack" healed quickly, and there was not even a trace of blood.