Chapter 452 Out of Customs

In fact, not only Aotian himself felt aggrieved, but also the sons and disciples of the desolate buildings on the dragon ship had sensed Aotian's plight.

This mysterious beast is like a turtle shell. No matter how hard you attack, you can't hurt the other half of it.

He scratched his head with a headache. Ao Tian actually wanted to let go, but he looked at the holy sons on the dragon ship behind him, and then thought about the dragon broken star, which had not moved at all for several days in a row. He bit his teeth and continued to hold on.

Well!

The deep voice seemed to come from Jiuyou. The faces of the saints on the dragon ship suddenly changed, and then sat cross-legged and calmed. Some of the fallen sons were suddenly injured under the sound wave.

Aotian, standing above the sky, also frowned slightly. Every time the sound wave sounded, he could feel a resentment and sadness from the depths of his soul.

What makes him most helpless is that this voice seems to be the most instinctive for help, although the sense of seeking help is actually very weak.

In fact, if it hadn't been for this, he would have asked himself that he might have been seriously injured or even fallen.

It is this sense of asking for help that the Nether Beast did not exert its full strength. If the strength of the Nether Beast is ten, I'm afraid it will play less than 50% now.

Aotian can detect that the ghost beast in front of him is in the wrong state, or more simply say that these attacks are not controlled by the ghost beast itself, but are forced by others.

It is precisely because of such doubts that the proud genius becomes more and more depressed. Every time he wants to retreat and lead everyone to bypass the Nether Beast, he will feel the anger of the Nether Beast.

After the anger, there is a storm, an attack that makes people completely unable to breathe. Although it is arrogant and strong, it is also a somewhat unbearable trend.

"You go back first!" Suddenly, a long-lost voice came from my ear, but there were bursts of lingering fatigue in this sound.

Turning around, Ao Tian's face suddenly changed, and his wide eyes were full of incredible hunger. One finger pointed to the person in front of him, trembling for a long time but could not speak.

What appeared in front of him was a different face from Huang Rui, which did not make Ao Tian care. What really surprised him was the state of the dragon breaking the star at this time.

The silver hair dances in the wind, and there is an indescribable sense of order in the chaos. The fluttering of each hair seems to explain the truth of heaven and earth.

White skin makes any woman have an impulse to find a piece of tofu to kill, just like the most perfect jade, which no one can describe.

There are no vicissitudes or depth in a pair of clear eyes, but only a kind of fatigue that goes deep into the bone marrow and the plainness and reality after thousands of years of weather.

just stood there quietly, but Ao Tian had a feeling that the person in front of him was completely non-existent between the world, or the world was completely unable to bind the man in front of him.

"You guess right. I'm the king of Zhou." Under the shocked gaze of Ao Tian, Long Po Xing smiled and touched his nose, "It's just that my name is Long Po Xing now, and I don't have much time left!"

Hearing this, Ao Tian was stunned. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he felt a whirlwind. When he came to his senses, he found that he had returned to the dragon boat.

When he returned to the dragon ship, Ao Tian immediately found that something was wrong. The sky was obviously not Huang Rui, but looking at the appearance of these holy sons in front of him, he seemed to be unaware of it at all. It seemed that the original Huang Rui had completely disappeared from their memory, and this was the real Huang Rui in front of him.

"I really didn't expect that I would be forced to this point!" Looking down, Long Poxing looked at his current state, and a smile appeared between the corners of his lips.

Bang!

A ringing finger sounded, and the dragon broke the star with a smile, instantly turned into a flash of lightning, and disappeared into the darkness shrouded in the underworld beast and disappeared.

At the same time, the two blood-red eyes of the extremely restless Nether beast actually flashed a trace of doubt, and then flashed a trace of clarity, shook its mountain-like head, sank to the bottom of the sea, and disappeared without a trace.

In the headquarters of the wasteland building!

Liang Wen's water is pale, and his eyes are full of hidden fear and lingering despair, staring at the people close at hand.

"Sure enough, you are not Huang Rui!" There was a low roar like a beast in his throat, and Liang Wenshui covered his chest tightly with one hand. "Or, when you come back from heaven, you are no longer Huang Rui!"

Opposite him was a dragon broken star as elegant and free as snow. At this time, the dragon broken star looked cold, staring at Liang Wenshui with blood flowing on the opposite side, and his eyes were cold.

"Dead people, there is no need to know this!" With a sigh and a flash of cold light, Liang Wenshui welcomed the eternal darkness with the most unwilling posture.

On this day, there was a big wave that affected the whole sect from top to bottom. Eleven of the twelve masters died, leaving only one ninth master.

In the sect, all those who disobeyed the ninth master were killed by the guards of the ninth master. There were 11 elders in the sect who reached the realm of Xuansheng, and five died as a result.

The remaining elders at the saint level are silent and respectful to the ninth master, and no one dares to question the ninth master.

As for the people below who want to escape and revenge, they are all mysteriously missing, but blind people know that these people can no longer appear in the world.

"I don't know whether it's right or wrong for me to help you like this!" The council chamber was empty, with only two people.

One of them is the ninth master, and the other is the white-haired dragon broken star.

"You have no choice!" Long Poxing's answer was very straightforward, direct and speechless.

In this question, the ninth master rubbed his head with great distress, all because he had understood all the causes and consequences, and because the dragon broken star helped him integrate the part of the soul that he did not expect.

Who is he?

All the sky!

There are several people who can prove the way through the world.

He was a wisp of soul brand separated by Tongtian a long time ago, which can be regarded as a back road left by Tongtian for himself long ago!

Looking at the gradually fading figure of the Dragon Broken Star, Tong Tian shook his head and showed a bitter smile, and then his eyes were full of sadness and hatred from the heart - hatred for Hongjun and Nuwa!

As soon as he turned his hand, two drops of blood appeared in the palm of his hand. This was the last gift left for him by Yuan Shi and Taishang, inheriting two drops of soul blood from Pangu.

In addition, the drop in his soul is full of three drops, and the three drops of soul blood are enough to make the current Tongtian become Pangu's real body.

The cold light flashed in his eyes, and the sadness on the sky slowly disappeared, replaced by a kind of indifference and plainness.

Opening his mouth, Tongtian swallowed these two drops of soul blood. At the same time, the soul blood in the soul also quietly integrated into the current body, and unexpectedly began to retreat directly in this council chamber.

Walking in this dark world, the dragon broken star looks calm and can't afford any waves, because this is the inner world of the underworld beast.

With his current strength, Long Poxing walked in this world full of crisis, and all the oncoming attacks were completely shattered when he was still a hundred feet away from him, and he could not reach him at all.

In my mind, all kinds of things about the past with the Netherworld beast slowly emerged, and unconsciously, the smile on the face of the dragon's broken star seemed frightening.

In this inner world of the ghost beast, the power that suppresses the soul of the ghost beast is the power of the dead seven saints. Although Tongtian escaped under the joint rescue of Yuanshi and Taishang, it was just a soul.

The reason why Long Poxing can confirm that the ninth master is Tongtian is also due to his great increase in strength after integrating the rotational burial into his body.

In order to deduce what happened in the world of Xuanhuang, Long Poxing did not hesitate to enter the long river of time as soon as he woke up and went against the current to find out the truth.

This is also the reason why Aotian found that Long Poxing's face was tired. If you want to escape into tens of millions of years, the power consumption and counterattack, even if the dragon breaks the star's current strength, it feels unsirable.

Naturally, the part of the soul that Tongtian escaped from the sky was also the final whereabouts of the dragon broken star after tracking it in the long river of time.

It can be said that if the dragon broke the star didn't go in time, even if it had escaped, Tongtian's soul would have completely dissipated between heaven and earth soon. Because of the arrival of the dragon breaking star, Tongtian's soul was already looming and about to turn into a Tao.

Suppress the soul of the Nether beast with the power of the seven saints, among which there is Nuwa's most powerful split, and the dragon broken star finally understands why the Nether beast fell into such a miserable situation.

A Hongjun is enough for the Nether beast to eat a pot, plus a Nuwa that has become extremely horrible over the years, and more importantly, there are the sacred sacrifices of the seven saints. If the Nether beast can escape the dragon and break the star, it will be really incredible.

"Is it right in front!" As he walked, Long Poxing felt a cold breath, moved his mind, wiped his mouth and smiled, "Let me come to you for a while to see how strong you have been over the years."

Wo!

Taking a step forward, the darkness in front of him dissipated. After a burst of dizziness, the dragon broken star was already in a rather clear world.

"It's really a good place to practice!" Feeling the dark yellow spirit here that is so strong that it is about to turn into liquid drops, Long Poxing commented like this, but his heart is even more sad and sad for the underworld beast.

The formation of these mysterious yellow qi can be the origin of the deprived Nether beast. It can be said that the Nether beast is the source of power in this world.

You should know that the Nether Beast is the guardian of the Xuanhuang world. If the Xuanhuang world is immortal, he cannot be destroyed.

In this way, the source of the Nether Beast is constantly consumed, and the Xuanhuang world naturally needs to constantly supplement it, and the consumption of the Xuanhuang Qi in the Xuanhuang world is naturally absorbed in chaos.

"This method is really shameful!" The self-deprecating dragon broken star opened its five fingers and closed slightly, and the mysterious yellow atmosphere of tens of millions of miles swept away, but the originally tired eyes regained a trace of brilliance.