Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

Prince Longteng was shot dozens of times in succession. Half of his body was in dilapidated condition, and he didn’t know how many bones were broken.

He tried to escape several times but was forcefully forced back by Ye Hao. The power in his body was nearly exhausted, which made him feel a sense of danger on the verge of death.

If he continues to delay, he might really die!

“You forced me to do this!”

The cold light in Prince Longteng’s eyes suddenly appeared, and a golden dragon-shaped mark suddenly appeared in the center of his eyebrows, exuding immortal power.

This is the mark of the Dragon God!

Prince Longteng is a descendant of the Dragon God, and this dragon-shaped mark is the means of life-saving left by his ancestor, the Dragon God.

“Bang!”

The dragon-shaped mark exploded, and a monstrous force merged into the body of Prince Long.

At this moment, Prince Long Teng’s injuries were all healed, his energy and spirit returned to its peak state, and his cultivation became more and more advanced, reaching the peak of the Imperial Realm, and he exuded an unprecedentedly powerful aura.

Ye Hao’s eyes showed surprise. As expected of a descendant of the Dragon God, he had so many ways to suppress the situation!

When many monks saw this, they were all shocked.

“What? Prince Long Teng has returned to his peak so quickly?”

“Prince Longteng is a descendant of the Dragon God, so he naturally has the means of protection left by the Dragon God!”

“It’s too scary! Prince Longteng’s aura is too powerful at this time. I’m afraid even Holy Son Tianpeng and Holy Son Ten Thousand Demons are no more than this!”

“Prince Longteng instantly refined the Dragon God’s mark. Not only did his injuries recover, but his cultivation level also improved to a higher level! Now it seems that it is still unclear who will win!”

…

“Boom!”

The black dragon gun in Prince Longteng’s hand danced rapidly, smashing the golden light arrows into pieces between the sky and the earth. He glanced at Ye Hao with a menacing gaze and shouted: “Forcing me to use the dragon god’s mark in the emperor’s realm, Even if you die ten thousand times, it won’t be enough to compensate you! Take your life!”

The black dragon gun in his hand is a secret treasure that was refined in the realm of the Lord. Although it is not as good as a semi-divine weapon, it is not far behind.

Prince Longteng’s spear shot out like a dragon, smashing all the ancient prisons along the way, and quickly approached Ye Hao.

Ye Hao looked at Prince Long Teng with indifferent eyes, as if he were looking at a dead person, and said indifferently: “Death!”

“brush!”

The shadow of the God-killing Spear flashed past in the void.

The figure of Prince Long Teng froze in the void on the spot. There was a bright blood hole on his forehead, his eyes were dull, and his consciousness fell into permanent darkness.

“boom!”

The body of Prince Long Teng could no longer maintain his human form, and transformed into a ten thousand-foot green dragon, crashing down from the void onto the Yaoguang Star Peak. There was also a huge blood hole at the dragon’s head, and it was completely lifeless.

“How can this be?”

“Prince Longteng refined the dragon mark and reached the peak of the emperor. Why did he die in an instant? What kind of treasure did the ancient holy body use?”

“Too fast! I didn’t see it clearly! I could only sense the murderous aura of that treasure. I’m afraid it’s a rare and ferocious weapon in the world!”

“In Beidou Heavenly Palace, the ancient holy body is so bold that he dares to kill the son of God of Poseidon Temple! Isn’t he afraid of the wrath of Poseidon Temple?”

“The heritage of Zixiao Holy Land is indeed profound, but water from afar cannot quench the thirst of those close by. Beidou Temple is on the territory of Poseidon Temple. As long as Ye Hao dares to leave Beidou Temple, he will inevitably suffer crazy revenge from Poseidon Temple!”

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Many monks were horrified, looking at Ye Hao with fear in their eyes.

Mr. Moro’s heart was beating wildly and he ran away from Yaoguang Star Peak, fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of Prince Longteng.

“Where to escape?”

Ye Hao shouted loudly, put away all the treasures in the sky, turned into a golden light and chased Mr. Moro.

Mr. Moro had never seen how Prince Longteng died. He was extremely afraid of Ye Hao’s methods and did not dare to stop at all. He burned the divine power in his body and fled, and soon arrived at the gate of Beidou Heavenly Palace.

“Hehe, another fat sheep has come to the door, let us keep it for our ancestors!”

Suddenly, there was a strange and cold laughter coming from the mountain gate, like an evil ghost speaking.

Immediately afterwards, nine rays of black light shot straight into the sky, manifesting nine vicious babies in pitch black bodies between heaven and earth. Each baby’s eyes were filled with black energy, and the ghostly energy around them was billowing.

The aura exuded by every evil baby has reached the peak of an emperor!

The breaths of the nine evil babies were connected together, and their power increased several times. The huge fluctuations of ghost energy completely covered the entire sky, turning it into a ghost realm.

It was the Nine Sons Ghost Mother who was guarding the mountain gate who took action!

The Nine Sons Ghost Mother has been famous for hundreds of years and specializes in ghost ways. Over the years, more than a hundred emperors have died in her hands, acting erratically and violently.

She guarded the mountain gate for many days. Many famous emperors died in her hands. Even the descendants of the Dongfang family were raped by her.

He went on a killing spree and didn’t care that he would be hunted down by the Dongfang family.

At this time, Mr. Moro passed by, and she took action decisively.

Mr. Moro directly sacrificed the semi-artifact-level dagger, severely injuring an evil baby in front of him and knocking him away. He burned his divine power to escape and shouted loudly: “Nine Sons Ghost Mother, what’s wrong with that person behind me?” It’s a semi-sacred weapon. If you want to take advantage of me, you might as well kill him!”

The ghostly face of an old woman appeared in the middle of the ghost realm transformed by the nine evil babies. She looked at Ye Hao who was quickly approaching from the horizon. Jie Jie smiled strangely and said: “I hope it is as you said! If all my precious sons can do it with one hand, It’s a semi-sacred weapon, even if the Lord comes, I won’t be afraid!”

Ye Hao saw that Mr. Moro was about to escape from the Beidou Heavenly Palace. Without thinking too much, all the 840 million particles in his body boiled. The shadow of the Emperor of Heaven appeared behind him, revealing a vast coercion. He shot towards Mr. Moro from a distance. Throw out a palm.

“town!”

Ye Hao shouted loudly, and a golden palm print came out of his hand. Each palm print contained the power of sealing the world. He traveled through time and space, passed the Nine Sons Ghost Mother, and appeared directly behind Mr. Moro.

Mr. Moro’s mind has been paying attention to the situation behind him, and he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis from this palm print.

“Get out of my way!”

Mr. Moro shouted loudly, and tried his best to hold the semi-artifact-level dagger behind him.

The dagger bloomed with immeasurable black light, with the prototype of Shinto rules flashing in it, and there was a faint aura of immortality rippling.

“Boom!”

A deafening roar sounded, and the golden palm prints shattered into pieces between heaven and earth. The brilliance on the dagger also dimmed, and it flew back into Master Moro’s body uncontrollably.

“Wow!”

Mr. Moro opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of black blood, his face turned as white as paper.

Although he used the power of the semi-artifact to block Ye Hao’s attack, he was still shocked by the vast power in the palm print.

“The Ancient Holy Body indeed has some skills! Come and become the blood food of my precious son!”

The hoarse and unpleasant voice of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother echoed endlessly in the world.