Money in the heavens

"ah……"

The Emperor's son shouts, his beautiful face full of shock and anger. He prides himself on having the best blood in the world. As the only son of the immortal emperor who is respected by all races, he cannot tolerate others hurting him.

Although the Holy Prince was seriously injured and coughed up blood from time to time, it was still difficult for the Emperor to accept that he should only hurt the enemy and no one could hurt him.

"Holy Prince, why do you fight with me? My father gave me the best physique in the world, and I have practiced the best Immortal Sutra in the world since I was born. You will always be stepped on by me!"

The Heavenly Prince is almost crazy, with endless killing moves and endless magical skills. Some semi-saints are so shocked that their hair and bones are chilling, and their whole bodies are ice-cold. They are absolutely unable to stop him, and they will definitely die if they go up.

"What my father gave...he gave me the whole world!" The Holy Prince responded, and his attack became even more fierce. The Holy Blood of Fighting is boiling, and the fighting spirit is high, as if he wants to shoot down the Nine Heavens.

"What did you say?" The Emperor roared angrily.

"My father did not leave me a guardian, nor did he prepare for me any immortal treasure that could reverse the creation of heaven and earth. He only gave me a free world, allowing me to attack the nine heavens and the nine netherworlds, and fly freely. , Unfettered, without shackles!" The Holy Prince's expression was extremely dull.

However, at this time, his momentum became even stronger. He was invincible and dominated the world. He became more domineering and proactive, almost suppressing the Emperor.

The Holy Prince's words were deafening, and Huang Xudao, Huo Lin'er, and Huo Qizi were all shocked. However, the Heavenly Prince staggered as if he had been hit hard, and was followed by a monkey, who was hit with a big black iron rod. He whipped it out and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The Emperor's angry roar meant that his constitution could only withstand it. Others would have turned into blood and mud. He had to go through a difficult struggle to recover the disadvantage, but his mind was unstable because he remembered the immortal emperor. The gift gave him two paths.

The first road is bright and bright, filled with protectors and peerless treasures. But the other path only has an Immortal Heavenly Sword, allowing him to use it to cut off the Enlightenment Tea Tree, crush many immortal treasures, and completely cut off the first path.

And he finally chose the former!

"Father, you are the strongest man in ancient and modern times, and also the wisest god, but you have given me such a difficult choice... Within nine days and ten places, I will be number one in the future, and I will choose my own path!" The Emperor's eyes were stunning, Shout loudly.

"No, the Emperor's heart is unstable. Don't let any accident happen!" Many ancient tribesmen among the spectators changed their colors.

"The Heavenly Prince has eight divine generals following him, and there are some ancient ancestors who protect his way. The situation is destined by God, but the Holy Prince has nothing. Since we initially chose to stand by the Heavenly Prince's side, there is nothing to hesitate about now. Come on, let’s help.”

Some semi-saints couldn't hold back and moved forward. They didn't dare to attack the Holy Prince, but they still wanted to disturb him, hoping to support the Emperor's Taoist heart to stabilize.

"Let me see whoever dares to take one step forward, even if he escapes nine days away, I will take his life!"

Zhuoer shouted loudly, the blood in his body boiling. Seeing that the Holy Prince had the upper hand, but these people wanted to interfere halfway and reverse the situation, he tried his best to let out a long roar.

"I don't believe in evil! How can a mere junior from the second level of Sendai be able to block me?" A half-saint sneered in a low voice and took a big step forward.

"kill!"

The drow was thundering with words. He only spit out such a word, and a vision rushed out of his body, turning into a huge red dragon!

This is the red dragon vision unique to Drow. It blends with his fighting spirit and can accommodate the power of the entire military formation. It can temporarily increase his combat power to a great level, like gods and demons descending into the world, swallowing up mountains and rivers. Hundreds of thousands of mountains collapsed!

"roar……"

The red dragon transformed from the drow's vision opened its mouth and roared, and the wind and clouds in all directions collapsed. He swallowed the half-saint in one gulp!

"Ah, what?! This is..." Everyone was stunned, and the whole world fell silent.

A red dragon soared, manifesting itself between heaven and earth, as if it could reach heaven and step down to the underworld, making all the nine heavens and ten earths tremble while it was pitching down!

His powerful aura was suffocating, his black hair fell like waterfalls of ink, his eyes were deep, and he swallowed the half-saint in one mouthful, causing the world to be shocked into silence.

"ah……"

The Half-Saint roared, trying to fight it out from the belly of the red dragon. He was frightened, angry, frightened, and frightened. He opened his mouth and spat out, then rushed out with an iron spear and slashed with all his strength.

At the same time, he expanded his own domain, and the half-holy light rushed up, trying to cut open the Jedi and give birth to them.

However, the reality is cruel. His vision field is tightly restrained and is of no use at all.

Only the iron sword was arrogant, trying to penetrate the red dragon's belly, but what was waiting for him was a huge millstone, crushing him.

In the belly of the red dragon, where the Wheel of the Sea is, the Sea of ​​Bitterness merges with the Wheel of Life, turning into a world-grinding disc, crushing every inch of the iron sword into powder.

The half-saint shouted, and the hair on his body stood up. At this moment, he felt a special power of origin. The world-shattering disk fell, and he was filled with unwillingness, anger and fear, and his flesh and blood turned into mud.

The consciousness of this semi-holy god from the ancient tribe was ferocious and full of fear. No matter how hard he struggled, it had no effect. His soul was extinguished and completely dissipated.

With a soft sound, the red dragon standing between heaven and earth exploded and disappeared completely, leaving the place completely silent.

A semi-saint died like this. He was swallowed in one bite and died an untimely death. Where the gods and demons disappeared, a large piece of blood mist floated, leaving only this.

"Let's see who dares to take another step!" Zhuo Er shouted with the might of the army, leaving a fair battlefield for the few people and not letting the half-saints of the ancient clans participate.

This sentence resounded in the sky, like a thunder roaring, shaking people's ears, and many people shook their bodies and almost fell on the spot.

Several half-saints who had discussed and wanted to interfere with the battlefield and rush to help the emperor's son looked extremely ugly, and at the same time, they felt a chill in their hearts. A companion died just like that!

At this moment, they were in a dilemma. They had already made a decision, and many people were watching, but the real tragedy made them all shudder.

One step forward might mean death! And not moving at all would be embarrassing and aggrieved.

Others dared not breathe, thinking that the mysterious human cultivator was too powerful. He actually suppressed several half-saints with a roar, and had the spirit of dominating the world.

"Those who cross the line will die!" Zhuo Er raised his gun and shouted. He was in front of the army, gathering infinite fighting spirit and strength, and offering a domineering blow to shock.

In the end, several semi-saints turned pale, no one took a step, and they were all petrified there, not daring to move any further. For them, staying alive was the most important thing.

The wind blew in the wilderness, and people felt cold. No one spoke, and there was silence. Everyone was shocked.

Especially the ancient clans who whispered not long ago that Ye Fan must not survive, they were even more frightened. At this moment, they clearly felt a pair of eyes sweeping across them, like a knife scraping their bones.

Shang Yi looked at Zhuo Er who had grown up now, and nodded in praise:

"Yes, Zhuo Er is about to grow up. If someone provokes Shang Lou in the future, we won't need to take action!"

In the field, the battle continued. The prince of the sky witnessed all this, and his heart became more unstable. He was swept by the monkey's stick, and the golden crown on his head was broken, and the fairy hairpin was turned into powder, and his black hair was scattered all of a sudden.

He was so angry that he waved the immortal sword, and the sharp sword light rushed into the sky, fighting desperately.