Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 183 The Frightened Screaming Dragon

"Damn it, why is he so strong?"

The ancestor of Guangming was secretly resentful. Looking at Nie Feng who became more and more brave as he fought, he felt extremely aggrieved. He had dominated the world for hundreds of thousands of years, but was defeated by a rising star.

Shame on you!

In addition, he also felt a strong sense of crisis. Once he lost to Nie Feng, the Court of Light would be in danger.

Although he has retreated behind the scenes, he still has deep feelings for the Court of Light he created.

"Defeat!"

Nie Feng followed closely behind with his sword in hand. A few inches of the void close to his body was filled with scarlet red. It was a strong murderous aura, which also represented his murderous intention towards the ancestor of Guangming.

The power of darkness intertwines!

A sword energy that was so terrifying that it could almost split the world into two emerged, entangling the power of the law of light and darkness, destroying everything.

"You can't go head-on!"

Ancestor Guangming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to think about retreating.

After all, he is old and does not have the hard work he did when he was young. After sensing the danger, his first thought was not how to crack it, but how to escape.

"Bright Escape!"

The Ancestor of Guangming shouted secretly, and a shadow appeared behind him, with a pair of wings, which flapped slightly and shuttled through the void space.

In an instant, he disappeared!

boom!

The sword energy failed and hit the ground.

A huge chasm appeared on the vast plain. Hot magma continued to emerge from the ground, forming billowing black smoke. The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfuric acid.

"It runs pretty fast!"

Nie Feng was suspended in mid-air, sneered disdainfully, turned around and flew towards the military camp. A second-turn holy king was trying to escape, but he could not stop him and could only watch helplessly.

"The King of War is mighty!"

"The King of War is mighty!"

"The King of War is mighty..."

The divine soldiers watched Fei Nie Feng flying back, shouting loudly and admiring him. In this battle, their general killed six first-turn holy kings and defeated one second-turn holy king. It is no exaggeration to say that this

It will be a battle of gods.

Become famous in one battle!

Nie Feng's reputation will spread throughout the surrounding Dao realm and be respected by countless people.

And as soldiers led by Nie Feng, they are also very honored!

Extremely proud!

"Continue to rest and attack the Holy City early tomorrow morning!"

Nie Feng levitated over the camp, shouted an order, and then fell into the central tent.

"General, your wine!"

A general held the wine that Nie Feng had placed on the table before going to battle in both hands, and saluted respectfully, with his eyes fanatical and pious, like a pilgrim on a pilgrimage.

To them, Nie Feng is a god!

“Let’s all raise our glasses and drink together, wishing us a successful start tomorrow!”

Nie Feng took the wine glass, raised it high, and said to the generals in the camp.

"Dry!"

"To the general!"

The generals picked up their wine glasses and raised them high.

Then drink it all in one gulp.

For a time, the atmosphere in the camp was filled with anger, like a fierce tiger that was about to roar to the world.

On this day, the Shenming Army lived a very comfortable life.

The Imperial Court of the Divine Court of Light fell into a deathly silence. The Holy City, which had just experienced a coup, seemed to have lost all its luster. The government and the public were silent, and the people were silent.

"Ancestor, that traitor Nie Feng is coming tomorrow!"

In the palace, Minglong bowed, holding information in his hand, his expression extremely ugly.

These two days have been full of dramatic changes for him!

From the joy of seeing the slaves of the Six Gods, to the fear of the defeat of the Ancestor Guangming.

Guangming Ancestor, the second-turn Saint King, is no match for Nie Feng. Who in the entire divine court can defeat the enemy?

"Nie Feng's power contains the power of light and the power of darkness. The two powers complement each other, especially the power of darkness, which just restrains my ancestor's power of light. It is difficult to deal with!"

Ancestor Guangming sat at the head of the table and said calmly.

"What should we do?"

When Minglong heard this, he became anxious and walked around the palace. After all, he was just a teenager and had not experienced hardships. When he encountered something like this that was related to the survival of the country, he suddenly became anxious.

"Don't worry, I will transfer the ten sacred legions to the Holy City. I have my own arrangements!"

Ancestor Guangming frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied with Minglong. The majestic king of a country, who rules over hundreds of millions of living beings, has no city palace at all, and even expresses his joy, anger, sorrow and joy on his face.

This is so inappropriate!

But at this time, he didn't have time to scold.

"Ancestor, do you have a way? Great, I will issue an order now!"

Minglong was overjoyed and ran to the side to write the imperial decree with a smile on his face.

Ancestor Guangming sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

That night, ten holy legions gathered and guarded the city. Judging from their positions, they looked very mysterious and contained an aura of terror. Once it broke out, it would be shocking.

"What a troubled time!"

An old scholar stood by the window, looking at the soldiers surging in the streets, sighing heavily, and then closed the window, as if to isolate the war.

Behind him stood a family of young and old, all of whom had worries on their faces.

War is a nightmare for ordinary people!

Victory, the people suffer!

If you fail, the people will suffer even more!

The next day, when the sun rose, the divine army began to launch an attack, using the autumn wind to sweep away the fallen leaves, clearing away the enemies encountered along the route, and headed towards the holy city with heads rolling in.

Thousands of miles!

Thousands of miles!

Hundreds of miles...

In the evening, Nie Feng led his army outside the Holy City and set up an offensive formation. The overwhelming evil energy broke through the nine layers of clouds.

"Bang! Bang! Bang"

The sound of war drums was deafening.

On the holy city, Guangming Patriarch had his hands on his back. Behind him, stood ten generals wearing armor and wearing sacred battle armor. Among them, General Li Tianwen was included!

"Attack and enter the Holy City!"

Nie Feng roared and pointed the tip of his sword into the sky.

"Kill! Kill! Kill"

The army shouted and launched a charge. A cold murderous intent emerged in the void, and the space cracked layer by layer.

In the Imperial City, in the world of Lingquan Mustard Seed, Zhuge Liang closed his eyes tightly, and a faint spiritual energy lingered around his body, adjusting his physical condition to the best.

"We can break through!"

When everything was ready, Zhuge Liang opened his eyes, took a deep breath, took out the 'Sainthood Pill' from his pocket, and then raised his head to swallow it.

The elixir enters the body and turns into majestic energy!

"The Eight Diagrams of the Universe, turn!"

Zhuge Liang secretly shouted, running his skills quickly, mobilizing the energy of the 'Sainthood Pill', and sprinting towards the bottleneck of the 'Saint King Realm' with all his strength.

Bang!

With every impact, there will be a heavy sound, wisps of law power, and waves of violent energy rushing around.

The atmosphere in the entire Lingquan Mustard Seed world has become extremely heavy. Fortunately, there are no outsiders practicing, otherwise they will definitely be crushed by the aura and suffer heavy losses.

"I hope it works!"

In the Imperial Study Room, Qin Wudao sensed the energy fluctuations in the world of Lingquan Mustard Seeds and secretly waited.

Holy King!

As long as there is a Holy King, the Great Qin Empire can cope with all crises. In addition to Nie Feng, there are also the Sand Scorpion Clan, the Sea Clan, and the Immortal Sect.

Without the powerful Saint King, the Great Qin Empire could only be passively beaten!

(End of chapter)