King of Black Mist

Because of the appearance of [Old Days], everyone gradually realized that the sub-sage was not an ordinary semi-saint. He was probably at the level of [Old Days]. He only had to go through the tribulation to find his own way.

In addition, there are only four saints left. Among the three thousand and a half saints, there is much less rejection of the position of sub-sage.

After careful consideration, more than two hundred half-saints were willing to take the initiative to enter the auxiliary hall.

"The original oath was only related to the holy position. As for the sub-sage, please do it yourself." The Demon Lord stepped back to make room.

"Let's discuss it." A semi-saint who chose the position of Sub-Saint said, "The Sacred position has never allowed us to fall, so why should we live and die for the position of Sub-Saint."

"A palm?" suggested the half-saint whose yin and yang energy was spinning like a millstone behind him.

"good!"

Up came Zombie and Tianhou, facing each other.

Two kingdoms appeared in the void, and the kingdoms fought against each other. In an instant, they fought for tens of thousands of years, with countless casualties, until Tianhou's kingdom was completely wiped out.

"Amazing!" Tianhou admitted defeat, "He actually turned the scattered power of you and me into corpse energy and used it again."

It can be seen with the naked eye that all the soldiers in Tianhou Kingdom have turned into zombies.

"It's just a palm fight. If it's a life and death battle, I may not be the Marquis's opponent." The zombies are not all modest. The outcome is indeed unpredictable.

"I'll give it a try." The Yin-Yang Half-Saint suggested palm-to-palm confrontation.

The zombie showed a solemn look. Even if he was a semi-saint, approaching the extreme of his cultivation path, there would still be mutual growth and restraint. He was restrained by the yin-yang semi-sage.

More than two hundred half-saints took turns competing against each other.

The other Half-Saints were watching the battle. They were all equally matched opponents and could learn a lot from each other.

"Tianyan, don't you try it?" Tianshu asked.

"For me, witnessing is more important than becoming." Tianyan replied.

"This is a special era. If you can witness the birth of the 'winner', you can surpass the saint."

"The position of 'Victor' has great power. Only by allowing me, as a witness, to win can I protect the world and the common people."

Tianshu was shocked, he didn't expect Tianyan to want to become the "winner".

She thought it was impossible, but she wouldn't say it out loud, so she changed the subject and said, "Will the King of Black Mist die?"

"His injury is serious, but not as serious as you think. The old ghost and the real dragon are bound by the oath of order. They test each other and confirm that they can't kill each other. They should let it go and come back to continue fighting for the holy throne."

The Book of Heaven looked slightly melancholy: "The King of Black Mist has sent three people to become saints. Can fate really control everything?"

The eye of heaven is also silent.

The strong do not believe in fate, but no one can help but doubt the result in front of them.

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"Destiny? A weakling's excuse! I can have smooth sailing with just my skills!" The real dragon punched.

Like humans, like gods, like immortals, like demons, like ghosts, like monsters!

Like a ghost! Like God! It's the overlord!

This punch triggered the looming chaos energy and knocked away Li Changzhou's bronze war spear that was thrust towards "Those who oppose me will perish - the Destiny Atlas".

The war spear whined and fist marks appeared.

Not to mention Li Changzhou, Twelve Half Saints, Old Ghost, even the real dragon himself was surprised, and then became ecstatic.

"Hahaha! King of Black Mist, I want to thank you very much for binding me with oaths and trapping me with order, so that I accidentally realized the true meaning of raising a dragon!" The real dragon's aura was close to violent.

"Holy Dragon Fist, no, my method, Shenglong Fist - the dragon has been trapped in the abyss for a long time and cannot be used. Today it will change the color of the world and fight the Lord of Destiny in the deep space of the universe!"

"Trapped dragon fights for his life, kill!"

The real dragon's Qi and blood increased to a suffocating level, as if it had been dormant for a long time, and all the accumulated energy exploded at this moment.

Chaos energy is no longer looming, but actually appears in strands, appearing as blue flames.

"The human saint is dead, and the real dragon is not here, so who are you!" The power of heavenly punishment penetrated deep into his bones, and the huge pain made Li Changzhou's pale face look a little crazy.

Twenty-two times [over the mountain].

Li Changzhou did not go to take the bronze war spear that had been knocked away before, and made the fist seal of "Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills" with both hands.

"Annihilate the divine light, kill!"

Both fists release immeasurable light, like the sun being held in the palm of the hand.

boom! ! !

A punch represents destiny, falling from the sky to punish the world;

One punch represents the trapped dragon, escape from the trap, and fight your destiny in the sky!

Two punches clashed, two kinds of providence collided, two kinds of human hearts were touching, the avenue was in chaos, and the universe screamed.

"Kill!" The two punched wildly.

The two formed streams of light bite together like Tai Chi magatama, and no one is let go.

"Bang!" Li Changzhou was blown up into the void.

After all, he was seriously injured. Although the real dragon was trapped, he realized his own method.

"Poof!" The real dragon also vomited blood, his expression extremely ugly.

During the fight between the two, Li Changzhou fused the Heavenly Punishment and Chaos Qi, and punched him one after another. The violent force was so violent that not even the physical body of a real dragon could withstand it.

"King of the Black Mist, you will die today!" The real dragon went crazy. "The Oath of Order, all of you, and this injury cannot defeat me!"

"Trapped dragon fights for his life, kill again!"

The divine punishment has been drawn out by the chaotic energy, and Li Changzhou's divine consciousness blooms with divine light.

"Every road has its ups and downs. What can a trapped dragon do? Your fate is in my hands!"

He roared: "Resurrection from the dead!"

Flesh and blood returns, the sacred tree struck by lightning heals, and the injuries recover.

"Kill!" The two men breathed violently, biting each other like hungry tigers.

The old ghost floated in like a wisp of mist, and the Twelve Half Saints blocked his way. The two sides faced off, but they cautiously did not take action.

The path taken by the true dragon is extremely terrifying. The more seriously injured, the stronger the power; the greater the disadvantage, the higher the explosion.

Time and time again, Li Changzhou has climbed the mountain twenty-five times, his combat power has increased twenty-five times, and cracks have appeared in his divine body, but he is still survived by the real dragon, bursting out with superior power.

"Is the real dragon really defying the heavens?" The old ghost was also horrified.

Li Changzhou, who had climbed the mountain twenty-five times, could definitely defeat him, but the real dragon gradually withstood the pressure and became stronger.

The Twelve Half Saints were also watching the battle.

"The method realized by the real dragon is very suitable for him, and he happens to be trapped and at a disadvantage. The right time, place and people are all taken advantage of."

"Would you like to help?"

Tianshu hesitated slightly: "Old ghost, I am also worried that if we go, the real dragon will be stronger. Although the real dragon suppresses the King of Black Mist now, it needs more power to defeat it. As long as there is no external pressure, His power cannot be increased any more."

True Dragon's "Shenglong Fist" does have limitations.

Without external pressure, the upper limit cannot be raised on its own initiative.

Li Changzhou struggled to support twenty-five times the strength, but he gradually got used to it. The powerful strength stirred up the chaotic energy, which manifested as black thunder.

The two of them were wrapped in chaos, and black thunder collided with blue flames, releasing awe-inspiring power.

The true dragon emerged from the blue flames. He stood in the void, like the god king of the universe.

"What fate, I am the master of my own!" He turned around, transformed into a dragon body, and let out a roar.

"A ship is lucky enough to break through the waves. How dare you say you only believe in yourself? Let me tell you, as long as you are on the sea and still alive, you will be at the mercy of fate!" Black thunder flashed around Li Changzhou.

"Rising Dragon Fist!" The vacuum was like a supreme being traveling, leaping down into the sky, and the Dragon Fist exploded.

The sky collapsed and the earth shattered, it was so powerful that it almost seemed like it had dragged down the entire sky.

The original sacred tree roared, Li Changzhou's blood thundered, his energy and blood surged violently, and his whole body seemed to be on fire.

"Ah!!" He roared and raised his arms.

Boom!

A huge divine form appeared behind him.

The divine form is huge and boundless, and the stars, sun and moon are spinning at his fingertips. This is Li Changzhou's divine body. In a sense, this is the real him.

"The ultimate divine technique, the original divine body!"

Li Changzhou's arms slowly spread out on both sides of his body. His whole body was in pain as if it was exploding, and his soul seemed to be burning.

The burning sensation was real, and blood was rising all over his body.

"ah--"

He roared in pain, and the huge and boundless divine form turned into a torrent of boundless energy and blood, all of which rushed into his body.

"Crack!" A huge crack appeared in his chest, and terrifying energy was surging inside the crack.

As more and more energy and blood poured in, his eyes became red, shooting red light for dozens of miles, and his body continued to crack.

When all the energy and blood poured in, he was like a scrap of paper that was barely put together. A gentle gust of wind could blow him away.

"Give it to me, set it!"

boom!

The raging air waves barely calmed down, and the body no longer fragmented.

Twenty-five times [Mountain Climb], the divine light of annihilation, the original divine body, and the three ultimate divine skills appear at the same time!

The terrifying and twisted bloody silhouette monster raised its head and looked at the real dragon shaking its fist at fate.

"You said that power is destiny, then I tell you, my power is greater than yours!"

He took a step, and bloody footprints appeared in the void, like a red-hot iron leaving permanent scars on the skin, and the space was forcibly transformed by his power.

The old ghost and the Twelve Half Saints changed their colors. Just taking one step forward made them feel suffocated by the momentum they brought with them.

The real dragon felt the aura of "Shenglong Fist·Trapped Dragon Fighting for Life" in Li Changzhou.

In the art of raising dragons, Li Changzhou realized another secret. Relying on this secret, he could barely perform three ultimate divine arts at the same time.

Black chaotic lightning intertwined around him, as if surrendering.

"As you become stronger, it will only make me stronger!" The real dragon felt a strong death crisis, but he continued to punch.

Unparalleled bravery, the true meaning of fighting for the dragon's life has been brought to the extreme!

"Kill!" The two fought again.

But with just one correct move, Li Changzhou's barely stable balance was destroyed, and he was shattered to pieces by his own strength.

The real dragon was directly destroyed, unable to stop the combined power of the three ultimate magics.

The broken bones and flesh of the two people were suspended on the holy road, and even their spiritual consciousness almost disappeared. After a long time, they slowly recovered and barely regained their physical bodies.

"After the trapped dragon fights for his life, the dragon soars to the nine heavens." The real dragon was extremely weak, but his eyes were still staring at Li Changzhou fiercely, "King of Black Mist, this time it is a tie. Wait until I perfect "Rising Dragon Fist", and then I will kill him again. you!"

He turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the Eighth Temple.

"It's terrible." The old ghost sighed and turned to leave.

"How are you?" Tianshu asked Li Changzhou.

"It's okay." Li Changzhou shook his head and suppressed the surging blood. "Thank you for your help. I will never forget today's feelings."

Tianshu nodded.

Li Changzhou opened his mouth and inhaled, exhaling energy, and a terrible storm appeared on the holy road, and even [God's Will Wind] showed some aura.

The face of the Twelve Half Saint changed slightly, and he felt that the King of Black Mist had become more terrifying, and his movements were similar to those of the past.

"Let's go!" Li Changzhou rushed towards the Eighth Temple.

Twelve half saints turned into flowing light and followed closely behind him.

——I don’t know why, but I’m not afraid at all now. I feel safe following the King of Black Mist.

——Me too, it’s not like going to a battlefield, it’s like going to a massacre.

——Blood boiling and make a big fuss!

——The King of Black Mist will do his best to help us and be favored by fate. Do you think any of us can become saints?

——You can think about it, but don’t try too hard. With the King of Black Mist here, we have plenty of time to practice.

——It is indispensable to guard against others. The King of Black Mist may not necessarily promise to travel. The queen can cut off order, and he can also change destiny.

--Um.

Li Changzhou entered the temple, and everyone was still holding hands.

The two semi-saints in the field looked solemn, and the great realm evolving above them was extremely real, and they were engaged in a bloody battle that lasted for ten thousand years.

When he came in, everyone else's eyes turned to him.

The real dragon and the old ghost have already returned first.

The real dragon has no joy or worry, and his face is thoughtful.

As for the old ghost, when others asked, he just shook his head and said: "It's difficult, it's difficult, it's difficult."

At this time, they looked at Li Changzhou and found that he was neither happy nor sad. He only smiled slightly to express gratitude and friendship when he looked at the princess.

The fairy signaled the princess with her eyes.

The princess held her forehead and sighed, then led the fairy to Li Changzhou.

"Well, she wants to be your wife." The princess pointed at the fairy and said.

The fairy nodded: "King of Black Mist, I am willing."

"Wait a minute." Li Changzhou interrupted, "What's going on?"

"Let me finish my words." The fairy said, "I am willing to form an alliance with you. I will not help each other or hinder each other's sanctification. Afterwards, I will go to your territory to practice. You and your three wives will protect my safety."

"Three wives?"

The concubine guessed: "Maybe you don't know that the first person to become a saint is your sister."

"It doesn't matter if she's a sister or a wife," the fairy didn't care. "How about it, King of the Black Mist?"

"Of course." Li Changzhou nodded, "My biggest dream is world peace, and then together with my two lovely wives and lovely sister, we can explore the mysteries of the universe, see the stars, and taste all the delicious food."

"If that day comes, welcome to the fairy world." said the fairy.

Li Changzhou turned around and said to the Twelve Half Saints and the Princess: "Thank you for your help. I will try my best to help you in the future. Of course, I will help whoever has more opportunities."

"Can you just say it directly?" Tianshuo was a little cautious.

"It doesn't matter." Li Changzhou was very calm.

He can barely perform three ultimate magics at the same time. Except for the real dragon and the hidden corpse gene, no one is his opponent.

The princess who was keeping pace with them before, because she did not prefer fighting, fell behind three people on the holy road of fierce confrontation.

The word 'no problem' came out, and in the Eighth Temple, everyone had different expressions and heavy hearts.

The little demon came over and said, "Xiao Hei, can we also form an alliance?"

"Just don't call me Xiaohei."

"Okay, Xiaowu, look, you are very happy when you call others Ayang, Xiaogu, Along, and Mrs., but your face changes when you are called Xiaohei and Xiaowu. You are also welcome to be a guest in the demon world, we beauties in the demon world. There are so many, you can come and help me lay more cubs when the time comes.”

"Little demon, how old are you?" Li Changzhou couldn't help but ask.

Three topics in one sentence may really be a child.

"I'm over 300,000 years old. I've been in seclusion for a long time and I've long forgotten it. Why do you ask me what my age is? Do you want to have a baby with me?"

"No. It's okay to form an alliance."

The little demon turned to look at the princess and the fairy: "How about the three of us also form an alliance? Then we will arrange 30,000 strong demons for each of you."

The fairy didn't even look at her.

The princess smiled and said: "You can keep it for yourself, Zhuang Yao, and forget about forming an alliance."

"I know that with the help of the King of Black Mist and these twelve people, you will definitely be unwilling to ally with others, which will reduce your chances of becoming a saint.

"Originally, you could have pretended to form an alliance and establish order, but unfortunately you have already deceived us once, and no one will be fooled again."

Before the princess could reply, Corpse Gene stepped forward.

"Daughter, God, now that things have come to an end, the oath and order have been resolved." His tone was calm, but there was a great majesty that could not be refuted. He was more domineering than a real dragon, which was completely different from his previous bland temperament, which was as white as bones.

"That's right." Everyone agreed.

"If you don't understand, don't blame us for being heartless!"

"Why should I take action?" the princess smiled, "The situation was critical just now and you didn't have time, but now, I'm afraid I've already found a way to restrain him."

"I'm afraid you have some back-up plans." Demon Lord said calmly, with a deep look in his eyes.

The princess raised her head, grabbed a thick divine chain of order from the void, raised her hand to cut it, and everyone felt relieved.

Even the corpse gene felt a slight connection, and then it disappeared.

Before, everyone took action on their own, but it was impossible to completely break the order.

Tianshu also took out the Dao Dao Oath Book and burned it with heavenly fire.

Some people feel that the constraints have completely dissipated.

The real dragon is sitting in a corner of the temple, indifferent to the outside world, and is studying the "Shenglong Fist" to understand the second move of Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens.

Li Changzhou felt pressured.

If he really takes the second step, the outcome is unpredictable.

After the palm fight ended, the two entered the side hall and became the Sub-Saints. The passage leading to the Ninth Temple appeared.

With the last four holy thrones left, the confrontation will inevitably become more intense.

The people with serious faces and heavy hearts were about to set off when Corpse Gene suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

He held the bone flag and scanned the crowd.

"There are only the last four saints left. In order to ensure that I will become a saint, and for everyone's safety, so that more people can survive, and to keep the fire for future holy wars, I think the game should end.

"The King of Black Mist, the True Dragon, and the Queen, the four of us join forces to clear the place."