Chapter 1122 Family Sharing Outfit

Under the burning volcano, the majestic and ancient city is shrouded in clouds.

Continuous streams of flames rose from the burning mountains, hovered in the clouds, and fell like rain. The air was filled with sulfur and the pungent smell.

And under the volcanic ash that was flying like snow, Pompeii still stood on the earth.

This is a city formed by the final integration of many building blocks, including military camps, law enforcement offices, large bathhouses, and even temples.

Possessing inexhaustible energy and a favorable location for molten fire defense, in the workshop, the sound of iron felt and hammer colliding could be heard all the time. Blessed divine weapons were produced from it, and they were constantly equipped every time. A large group of hands.

And right at the highest point of the city, halfway up the mountain, the fortress made of pitch-black basalt was filled with the refreshing fragrance of tea.

"I didn't expect that I could drink such good tea in this place." Opposite the somewhat rough table, the young swordsman who was sitting upright held up the silver cup in his hand, took a deep breath, and felt the fragrant fragrance lingering in his heart. The feeling of comfort made me sigh softly.

Shangquan nodded, "I would also like to thank His Excellency Vulkan for his hospitality."

"Where is it?"

Opposite him, the bearded man in linen clothes smiled heartily: "Since we are lucky enough to meet each other, it is natural to entertain him. I just don't know why Mr. Sword Master came to such a remote place like us, especially in such an exaggerated way... …”

When he mentioned the scene of Shangquan falling from the sky, Vulgan looked amazed and full of curiosity.

"What is this?" He asked seriously: "Could it be that the weapon mentioned in the Yingzhou genealogy...that human cannon is real?"

"Ah, this is a long story."

Shangquan stopped talking, smiled awkwardly, picked up the silver cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Vulgan picked up the gorgeous and exquisite golden pot on the table, tilted it slightly, and new tea poured out continuously. What was strange was that when the golden pot turned around and aimed at the mouth of his cup, what flowed out was amber-colored mellow liquor.

"Elaborate."

Vulkan stepped forward: "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"...To be honest, I was punched to get here." Shangquan replied awkwardly, "I originally thought that my opponent was no match for me, but I accidentally capsized the boat.

This world is really scary. "

Snapped!

Along with a small crackling sound, something round fell into Shangquan's tea cup, causing a circle of ups and downs.

That's an... eyeball?

There is also a strand of nerve tissue behind it...

Vulkan looked up dully and saw the hole behind Shangquan's left eye.

"What the hell?"

"Oh, it's okay, just a small problem."

Shangquan stretched out his hand, calmly picked up his eyeballs from the teacup, rinsed them, and stuffed them back into his eye sockets. After two clicks, the empty pupils began to rotate slightly.

It's like, restored to its original state...

But as his head moved, his chin accidentally became detached and fell down.

He was quickly straightened up again.

"I haven't felt like this in many years."

Shangquan sighed softly: "After suddenly regaining his youth, he underestimated the heroes of the world, and was punched hard when he was not paying attention. His brain is still a little dangling... I'm afraid the blood of Gaia was also taken away, right? "

"Punch? Hit me?" Vulkan felt like there was something wrong with his ears.

"yes."

He sipped the tea with a faint rusty smell and seemed to sigh: "Sure enough, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. It seems that we still need to guard against impatience and ask more advice from our seniors."

Vulcan said nothing.

Holding the wine glass, he looked at the guests in front of him.

Is it an occupational disease or a hallucination?

In that moment of trance, the figure reflected in his eyes was no longer the figure with a weak smile, but the ferocious beast looking back ferociously in the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

At his waist, the sharp blade in the sheath whistled low.

Like a long sigh of hunger and thirst.

It said, we must... kill him!

When his clothes were torn to pieces, the naked heretic king took a step forward indifferently. Regardless of the old wounds on his chest that were deep into his bones, he raised his left arm and struck Yun Zhongjun's thunderbolt.

Just bend down slightly.

The right hand with four broken fingers and exposed bones dropped down, and only the intact palm was pressed against the ground.

Touch each other gently.

Just like touching.

The heretic king's shriveled abdomen suddenly swelled up like a balloon. His arms shook slightly and he pressed down.

"--ha!"

Immediately afterwards, a loud landslide erupted from under his palm!

The earth whined, trembled, and twitched. Under the impact that was comparable to a missile bombing, layers of waves rose from the solid soil and spread in all directions like a tide.

Wherever it passed, countless dust and stones flew up.

The power easily penetrated into the deepest part of the earth under a hundred feet and exploded!

At that moment, the connection between heaven and earth was severed.

Huge gaps and gaps appeared in the circulation belonging to Yun Zhongjun, and the surrounding thunder prisons trembled violently and were crushed to pieces.

The monk broke out of the cage.

There was still a flickering electric light on the withered face, and the withered body was already stepping on the empty air, towering over the sky, punching Ying Fangzhou!

Ten thousand thunderbolts shattered in response.

In the dark clouds, the sky is turbulent, and the mighty whale song rises from the sea of ​​clouds. The phantom of Kunpeng emerges from around Ying Fangzhou, the tip of the spear thrusts out, and the iron fist is shaken without flinching!

Only endless flashes of lightning could be seen, constantly crisscrossing the sky.

The dark clouds were pressing down inch by inch, like an iron curtain, endlessly approaching the earth, and in this increasingly narrow space between heaven and earth, accompanied by thunder, heavy rain fell.

The heavy rain curtain instantly enveloped everything Huai Shi could see, taking away all the warmth, and the frost expanded.

And in the endless rain, the ever-changing figure of Yun Zhongjun is reflected.

It's hard to see where he is.

It’s like it’s everywhere!

The heretic king fell to the ground like a meteorite, and the frost on his limbs spread and was randomly shattered.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Unbelievable, he has slowed down?

But soon, he realized that it was not that he was frozen and slowed down, but that the other party... was getting faster and stronger!

The hateful water and lightning flashed away, slashing down from the clouds. Wherever it passed, the rain curtain was neatly cut into two ends, and the golden body of the heretic king shook violently, and a high-pitched cry like a bell and a big Lu erupted from the body. emerge among them.

In the midst of the heavy rain, a bolt of thunder suddenly appeared, bouncing, refracting, and flashing irregularly among the raindrops. In the end, the entire world was filled with that dazzling electric light.

Then, the heaven and the earth come together!

It is unimaginable how terrifying the defense and will can be to withstand the impact of hundreds or thousands of hateful water in an instant.

And at that moment, the body, which was far superior to gold and iron, once again had tiny scars, and thick blood flowed out of them, and soon, they were washed away by the heavy rain.

It's like being cut into pieces!

The 'golden fetal protection' obtained through asceticism was once again broken?

"Purification...?"

The heretic king suddenly sighed, and at that moment, he glimpsed the essence of this thunder light.

Turning the enemy into a sharpening stone?

Should I call it arrogance or terror?

Under the lock of Tianque, the lethality of the thunder gun will increase endlessly until one of himself or the enemy is completely reduced to ashes.

Until then, we will only get stronger as we fight!

In that case...

Then, break the Tianque!

"You should be careful!"

At that moment, Huai Shi coughed up blood and roared in embarrassment.

The moment the Outer Dao King straightened his body, he caught a glimpse of a familiar smell in the movement and movements of his texture.

The method of use was exactly the same as that of a drummer, but it was beyond Huai Shi's cognitive scope, and even more brutal and terrifying than he could imagine.

But this posture, without a doubt, has not changed...

——The sky collapses!

In an instant, the blazing high temperature rose and spread from the whole body, melting away the frost and snow. On the withered face, the pair of pitch-black eyes had turned blood red, burning like flames and bursting with light.

No pretense or pretense.

Just like that, he punched the sky!

Immediately afterwards, the sweeping wind swept countless rainwater and dispersed it in panic around. The clouds of the Iron Curtain trembled violently, and a huge gap opened in the center.

Tianque was injured.

The rainstorm stopped abruptly, and the light of the setting sun shone from behind the crack.

When it falls on the monk's body, there seems to be a halo of light, and the face reflected is as solemn as a god or Buddha.

But now, the gods and Buddhas' brows are still frowning.

Full of confusion.

wrong.

That full-force punch just now should be more than that!

After arriving in a realm like the Heretic King, he has perfected control over all his powers, just like just now - that punch should spread after hitting it, completely shattering the clouds in the sky, and completely blowing up the sky. That's right.

However, the change was not as he expected. Instead, it opened a crack and disappeared without a trace.

He raised his eyes and saw the remaining raindrops falling from the sky.

For a fleeting moment, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the raindrops - a skinny and shriveled monk, his eyebrows turned white.

Those are not traces of frozen ice and snow.

But...a symbol of aging!

But this body should be from the prime of his life when he was thirty years old and committed to asceticism!

But now, when he sniffed the wind, he smelled the strange smell emanating from the body blessed by the golden embryo...a faint stench.

Is he sweating?

Is it excessive blood loss? Or an old creation? Under the excitement of fighting a fierce enemy, this body actually feels tired?

Maybe both, but none of them matter.

——It’s poison!

When the heretic king no longer controlled the contraction of the wound, he finally saw the traces of blood oozing out from the wounds all over his body, and mixed in it, such a subtle...dark green!

The golden fetus protected by Brahma was actually infected and damaged by poison.

In a sudden moment, his eyes turned to Ying Fangzhou directly in front of him, and to the spear filled with thunder in his hand.

As the electric light dissipated, the spear once again revealed its outline.

I don’t know when, but I no longer hate water.

On the cracked cross-lance tip, the venom from the Green Crown Dragon spilled out, and clusters of brilliant iris flowers sprouted on the ground.

——The Spear of Compassion!

"You're stupid."

Behind Jin's thigh, a passing mountain ghost quietly poked his head:

"This is called family sharing outfit!"

There will be a chapter later