The Human Emperor

Song Wang sighed, and now he doesn’t know how to deal with it. When another army is killed, Datang will probably lose defeat.

But in front of the situation, even the Song King can do nothing, almost subconscious, Song Wang turned to look at the young figure on the white stalk of the left front.

After a period of time from the battle, Wang Chong stood on the horse's back and did not move. Although he did not know the specific situation, Song Wang was able to judge that Wang Chong was also engaged in a difficult battle.

"All that can be done, more than 600,000 troops are sent to the battlefield, Wang Chong, can only see you now!"

Song Wang muttered to himself, looking at the back of Wang Chong, and the eyebrows passed a trace of deep anxiety that was hard to detect.

Song Wang did not know Wang Chong's arrangement, but there was a bit of Song Wang who could be sure that this battle has been carried out until now. Despite the dangers, Datang has the danger of overturning several times, but everything is in Wang Chong's expectation. in.

At least, the big cavalry on the prairie was early in Wang Chong’s expectation, and the reason why Albus’s Luo Tieqi had not moved,

It is to cope with this situation.

In the battle of the southwest, the battle of the Ross, the chaos of the three kings, Wang Chong has used his wisdom and courage to turn the tide and help the Tang Dynasty resolve the crisis again and again. Right now, this unprecedented war of extermination is probably only Wang Chong can lead Datang to get out of the predicament.

Not to mention the worries of the Song King's heart, in another dimension of time and space, in the spiritual world, the battles of Wang Chong and the high priest are fierce and dangerous, and have entered the point of white heat.

The battle between the warriors will only destroy the flesh, but the battle between the warlocks will completely destroy the soul and all traces of existence in this world.

Rumble, a purple-black thunder, intertwined like a net, turned into a thunder ball, constantly passing over a undulating black ocean. Every thunderbolt contains pure power of destruction.

This is a dangerous spiritual world, and it is a dangerous spiritual forbidden place!

This is the world of forbidden creation created by the high priest!

Unlike any spiritual world, there is no end to it, and there is no margin at all. The majestic destructive power is in every direction.

"I really don't want to be the son of destruction. I can actually persist in my ‘taboo sea” for so long!”

The sound of the high priest Hong Liang echoed in the whole world, just above the undulating black ocean below, the high priest was wearing a black robe, holding a cane and walking on the water. Throughout the world, the whole piece of ocean is ups and downs with his footsteps.

There is no doubt that he is an absolute master in this world.

"The taboo sea is an ancient method of transmission. It is the method used by ancient civilizations to deal with powerful, unconstrained, and uncontrollable spiritual warlocks. In an era, this technique was extremely popular in the West. In the world, the spiritual warlocks have been cut off, the number of people is getting smaller and smaller, and there is a great relationship with the taboo sea. After all, the former Western world was once a paradise for the spiritual warlocks!"

The high priest step by step, stepping on the sea, and proceeding calmly. The anecdote of the lost ancient empire and civilization has been continually spoken from his mouth, which is shocking.

The land world once had many civilizations, but it was a thing of a long time ago. It has already been annihilated, leaving only the broken walls for future generations to guess.

But in the mouth of the high priest, these lost civilizations seem to be completely secret, and no one knows how much is hidden in him.

The voice of the high priest is thunderous, cold and without emotion, and continues to ring in this world:

"The taboo sea is not the sea, nor is it a pure spiritual illusion, but it is constructed by tens of thousands of spiritual techniques. The more spiritual imprisonment it contains, the wider the world and the greater its power. The power is far more than any spiritual field, or spiritual world. Incomplete destruction, destroying all spells, you can't leave. So, the son of destruction, you can't escape!"

In the last sentence, the high priest looked like electricity, and instantly passed through the dim sky, looking at the young figure floating in the void in the distance.

Wang Chong!

In the battle between the high priests, Wang Chong’s “Glorious World” was destroyed by just one finger. Not only that, but also the unconscious way to force Wang Chong’s spiritual consciousness out of the body and form a cohesive shape. , pulled into this "taboo sea".

In this dangerous world, every inch of space contains impulsive spiritual energy. It is a trace of silk and a glimpse. If it is life, it will be squeezed from all directions. The corrosive power is burning every moment. The power of Wang Chong.

Wang Chong can only rely on his own spiritual strength, illusion, and condense into a round of sun shields to cover himself, to resist the threat of this "taboo sea" everywhere.

"You don't have to talk about it anymore. There is no spiritual world that can't escape, and there is no broken field. This world is made up of spiritual power, and it is destined to be illusory. Since it is illusory, it is not enough. In the end, You are just a person, not a god!"

Wang Chong gathers the power of the strong sun, firmly guards himself and resists the energy of the surrounding space.

His voice is not humble, even in the face of this unfathomable world, even if it is the master of Messil, the mysterious existence of the whole great empire and even the caliphate, Wang Chong is not afraid.

Everything in the world is inseparable from its ancestors. As long as you understand its origins, how about even more changes?

The ability of the high priest may be useful against other mental power warlocks, but Wang Chong does not belong to it.

"is it?"

When I heard Wang Chong, the high priest was not angry, just a faint smile. The next moment, banging, without the slightest sign, a purple-black mad thunder, as thick as a water tank, condensed as essence, suddenly fell from the depths of the clouds above the taboo sea.

Boom, only one hit, Wang Chong's body, the "violent sun hood" that bloomed in the light immediately shook like a candle, and at the same time, the light quickly dimmed.

Wang Chong’s heart was tight, and he immediately closed his mouth and did not speak. He responded with all his strength. The spirit of the glimpse continued to condense, and he was added to the violent sun hood, and finally became stunned again.

"When you were fighting with Messil, you said that everything in the spiritual world is illusory and unreal. Because it is not true, it will not hurt you..."

The voice of the high priest once again sounded in the world, and he urged the staff to move forward slowly:

"You are not wrong in this sentence, but it is not right. This is the most superficial understanding. I ask you, if the spiritual world is vain, why do you resist? Since it is all fake, the spiritual warlock has What is the meaning of existence? Are they all illusion masters?"

"According to this line of thinking, the spirit is also imaginary, the consciousness is also imaginary, and the soul is also imaginary?"

There was a smile in the voice of the high priest.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, a purple-black thunder descended from the sky, and fell on Wang Chong's body, directly smashing Wang Chong's "strong sun shield". Wang Chong did not speak, biting his teeth, but in the depths of his heart, it was the words of the high priest.

Spiritual power is imaginary, or else the sky, this thunder, this ocean... If it is true, the high priest is God, and the spiritual warlock is invincible. just……

Is mental power really false?

What is the soul and consciousness?

Wang Chong’s mind was one after another, and there were countless thoughts flashing in the blink of an eye, but soon he had no time to think about it. Rumble, the whole world suddenly dark, smashing time, lightning and thunder, in the blink of an eye, countless purple and black gods, dense as rain, suddenly appeared above the black ocean.

One, two..., one thousand, two thousand..., at a glance, far and near, scattered all over, this kind of **** thunder is everywhere.

And then, 哗啦啦, sea water turbulence, a huge dark gold statue, a long sword, a majestic look, solemn, wrapped in endless purple black lightning, rising from the water, followed by dozens of neighbors The place inside, 哗啦啦, is a dark golden giant statue with a breath of horror rising from the ground, followed by the third, the fourth...

In the blink of an eye, at least thousands of dark golden giant statues rise from the bottom of the sea and emerge on the sea, surrounded by Wang Chong.

These giant statues echo the countless purple gods of the sky, giving them an extremely dangerous feeling.

For a moment, Wang Chong changed his face.

However, no matter what he wants to do, it is too late.

"Boom!"

Just at the moment when the thunder appeared, a thunder appeared and slammed into the "strong sun shield" outside Wang Chong's body. Just like a certain kind of signal, the next moment, the heavens and the earth change, thousands of lightnings are as thick as a water tank, and they are as solid as they are, and they are constantly attacking.

At the same time, on the black ocean, the golden statues also raised their arms, aiming at Wang Chong's direction. Hey, the light flashed, and countless thunderstorms burst out and shook all the way toward Wang Chong. go with.

"It's true or false, it's a fantasy. You come and experience it yourself! Look at this endless taboo sea. Is it really just an illusion of spiritual construction? If you can live!"

The voice of the high priest was erratic and came from all directions, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared completely without a trace.

The voice of the high priest just fell, the light in the air flashed, the endless thunder of the gods, Wang Chong and the outer sun's shield, was instantly smashed.

"Hey!"

Only one blink of an eye, Wang Chong's figure once again appeared in the void. However, in less than a second, under the bombardment of the gods, it was torn and shattered again.

Once, twice, three times... In the face of the horrible spiritual attack of the high priest, Wang Chong can only tighten the belief in the heart.

"The illusion of Wanfa! Everything is vain!"

Wang Chong adheres to his heart and constantly confronts the terrible oppression of the gods and the whole taboo sea.

Wang Chong used this belief to break through the spiritual world of Misir and also withstood the blows of his abyss, but this time it was a little different. The surrounding gods were more than just illusions. Every time the gods thundered, Wang Chong could feel the tremors of the spirit and the pain of the soul, as if there were real thunders hitting them.

"How is it possible, how did he do it?"

Wang Chong’s heart is one after another, and in a flash, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

The high priest of this big food is definitely the most horrible and deadly spiritual warrior he has ever encountered. All kinds of spiritual creations are not only illusory to him, but a part of the "physical" power.

If it is not Wang Chong's powerful spirit, five times the same level of the micro-environment, only the first wave of attacks, Wang Chong has already vanished. However, despite this endless attack of the gods and thunders, the spirit of Wang Chong is still being continually eroded. Under the sacred priests, Wang Chong’s mental power is weakened by one point.

The gods are endless, and Wang Chong’s mental power is steadily declining at an alarming rate.