Weird Decomposition Guide

While chatting and hurrying, the three of them soon arrived at the Yingzhou Senate.

The fifth elder sat alone on the chair at the end, his face was pale, and his hair was half white.

After entrusting He Shan to eliminate urban legends, too many accidents occurred.

Among Yingzhou's former five talkers, he is the only one left.

If you are someone who is greedy for profit, you may go crazy with joy when you encounter this situation.

But the five elders sincerely worked for the well-being of the refugees in Yingzhou, so he was very sad at this time.

However, He Shan didn't care about the fate of the refugees in Yingzhou in the future. He only wanted his crown of swords.

Under He Shan's urging, a staff member walked up to He Shan holding a box.

He Shan opened it and took out a rusty iron ring. There were six long swords standing upright around the iron ring, which looked very simple.

Zhang Daoyuan came over and said, "You fought so hard with that thing all the way, just for this?"

He Shan stroked the iron ring and smiled: "That's right, it's for this, it's the real thing!"

Although the iron ring is not good in appearance, He Shan has several similar things in his hand. As soon as he holds it in his hand, he knows that the crown in his hand is real.

"Being enshrined for so long, you should be bored, how about following me in the future?"

The crown of swords cannot understand He Shan's words.

But it can 'hear' He Shan's sword intent.

He Shan's majesty of the king who had practiced hard for a long time radiated out, with the Senate as the center, everyone in a radius of more than ten miles felt He Shan's fierce aura.

When they looked in this direction, it seemed that there was an extremely huge suspended sword floating on the roof of the Senate.

The rust on the crown flew away, flashing bright silver light, a silver dragon emerged out of thin air, wrapped around the crown, the dragon's head, claws, and tail each spit out a sharp blade.

At this time, the crown of swords showed its true appearance.

"So it turns out that the so-called promotion to the crown level is so simple."

He Shan was silent for a while, then smiled, walked forward a few steps, and put the crown on his head.

Those who are strong enough can become kings by wearing the crown.

Those who are not strong enough, even if they put together a set of jade seals, dragon robes, and dragon chairs, and live in a magnificent palace, it can only make people laugh.

There is no need to prepare, no need to practice, He Shan already has all the conditions.

The light iron crown was worn on the top of the head, a pressure flashed, and all the people around He Shan were pushed away, and He Shan himself suddenly lay on the ground, with a terrible weight pressing on him like a mountain.

boom!

A pothole was shattered on the floor, and He Shan fell directly into the basement. He lay on the ground and supported his body vigorously, but he could only support a little.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. Only those who can adapt to the weight of the crown can successfully advance.

"What's wrong with him?" The five-member elder trembled slightly and asked.

Seeing He Shan fall down, Kogoro wanted to help him up.

Zhang Daoyuan reached out his hand to stop Xiao Wulang: "Don't disturb him, he is in a very critical state, approaching you rashly may be dangerous."

At this time, He Shan was surrounded by super-high-concentration power, which was extremely sharp and could easily tear apart steel.

He Shanneng held on, but just lying on the ground, Xiao Wulang might have turned into minced meat directly.

His body was trying its best to support him, trying to stand up, but his consciousness came to another place.

"This is where?"

He Shan looked around and saw six high mountains like sword edges, and the thin water surface under his feet, like a surrounded lake.

Opposite her stood a sword-wielding woman in a long black dress.

The woman's face was not clear, her long black hair reached her waist, and she exuded an extremely fierce aura. Just looking at her, He Shan felt as if there was a sword on the tip of her forehead.

Presumably when I go all out, others see me in the same way.

"And you, who are you?"

The woman's long sword pointed at He Shan, and He Shan understood. A leaf floated in his hand and turned into a light blue long sword.

There is no need to communicate between them, only to talk with swords.

Seeing He Shan draw his sword, the woman in black rushed towards He Shan like lightning and slashed down with her sword.

People in Yingzhou don't distinguish between swords and swords, but this woman in black is using a straight sword. Her sword moves are sharp and fierce, and He Shan is hard to parry for a while.

This is not to say that He Shan is weaker than the woman in black, but that the two have different styles of sword moves.

He spread his wings behind his back and flew tens of meters away. He wanted to distance himself from her with a sword aura to kite her, but he saw a long black dragon descending from the sky made of sword aura.

...

In He Shan's consciousness, a high-level fight was going on.

And his body is constantly exerting force to support himself bit by bit.

As he stood up, the color and shape of the crown were slowly changing, and it was becoming He Shan's own.

Zhang Daoyuan stood aside with a look of anticipation on his face. It was the first time he had seen someone advance to the crown.

Suddenly, in a trance, he seemed to see two extremely fast phantoms appearing around He Shan. It seemed that He Shan and a woman in black were fighting at extremely fast speed.

"I think back then, if I had the ability, I would have gone to the ancient tombs of the vampires and bled the sealed zombie ghosts one by one."

It took He Shan a full ten minutes for the simple act of standing up.

At the same time, in the illusion, He Shan pierced the chest of the woman in black with a sword.

The long black hair spread out, and He Shan finally saw her face clearly.

beautiful...

Crash!

The body of the woman in black spread out like a butterfly, and a huge force poured into He Shan's body.

The corolla on top of He Shan's head turned black and gold, and the three pairs of light wings behind him became four pairs, each with a huge golden eye with white and black pupils.

A black-gold tree phantom grew from behind He Shan, and then covered with black-gold sword-shaped leaves.

Ten pieces, a hundred pieces, a thousand pieces...

The number of leaves is too numerous to count. These leaves fall from the branches and dance around He Shan.

He Shan stood in the whirlwind of leaves, his figure was somewhat indistinct.

"I am now, very strong, very strong!"

For He Shan, being promoted to the crown is an all-round transformation, from a superhuman to a "god".

It is difficult for him to estimate how much stronger he is than before, because his original strength is like a firefly in front of his current self.

"Yin Wushuang once said that the stronger you are before advancing to the crown, the stronger you will be after advancing to the crown."

"And before I was promoted to the crown..."

He patted himself on the forehead: "No, how do I feel, I'm invincible now."

"Do you want to go to Qi Buao for a fight and let him beat me up, so as to restore my mentality?"

After thinking for a moment, He Shan shook his head and smiled: "Be more confident, what's wrong with that?"