Chapter 149 The Cold King

Chapter 149 The King of the Cold War

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"It's really unexpected that the one who attacked me is the cold king. A few days ago, I was affectionate and let me inherit your last power and restore the weak soul of the glory of the ancient demon clan. Wang Qi looked at the cold king in front of him and sighed with a little contempt.

In fact, Wang Qi understands that the other party is definitely not the real cold king. Although Wang Qi has been thinking that he has grown up, he should disdain to use a seemingly childish explanation to analyze one thing. However, Wang Qi firmly believes that the cold king in front of him is not the real cold king, and he can only use the evil of the cold king in front of him. A little more breath, not like a good monster to explain.

Roar——

The cold king on the opposite side did not talk nonsense with Wang Qi, and his big eyes showed a very terrible blood light, which made Wang Qi have no doubt that his soul would suffer a more violent attack the next moment, but with the protection of the death circle of Wang Qi, which is also the origin of Wang Qi as a demon refiner, Wang Qi firmly believes that even so I'm afraid, but I still can't kill myself. As long as I have a firm will and not be affected by it.

The fury in the eyes of the cold king is still deepening, and its body began to continue to concentrate. Zhang Zhang's fine scales several times larger than the Pu fan are condensed more compactly. However, just like Wang Qi's condensed prototype, this change did not weaken its momentum at all. On the contrary, the human breath is doubling.

"Sw."

Like the arrow end of the string, with the deformation of the cold king, its body rushed desperately to the split that shrouded Wang Qi.

It... actually wants to break through Wang Qi's split to strengthen the spiritual defense in Wang Qi's soul!

Banglong——

Despite the protection of the split, the terrible impact of the cold king still has a lot of residual power on Wang Qi. It can't be said that Wang Qi in his heyday can't resist it, let alone Wang Qi, which is now the source of the deeply destroyed soul, which is between demon refining weapons. The contest has become the confrontation between the demon bat of the demon emperor and the cold king.

Although the two peerless strong men between Hongyu have been broken, leaving only a few remnants, such a power impact makes Wang Qi, who is eight turns and has a stronger soul than any practitioner of the same class, can't bear it.

"You... uncle..." At this time, Wang Qi was so weak that he couldn't even say anything. If the cold king only took another step, he could completely destroy Wang Qi, and his body would completely become his puppet.

In this moment, from Wang Qi's split, a black shadow came out, like an open net, completely covering the cold king who continued to attack, and together with the power of the split, completely suppressed the cold king and dissipated it invisible.

The figure after Wang Qihan and the king dissipated, the feeling of the rest of his life after the disaster made him feel secretly happy, and it was the dark cloud imprint that completely trapped the Han and the king was also the ghost trick received by the king's split.

With the dissipation of the cold king, Wang Qi's vision returned to the dreamlike ice demon hall. At this time, the old man had fallen on the ice crystal dragon chair, and the longevity of life was also quickly dispersed. In a few quarter of an hour, the old man was about to reach the end of his life and end his thousand years of practitioners. Career.

At this time, his figure is no longer the same as Wang Qi saw him just now, like a disgusting orc. At this time, he is more like a disabled old man. There is no ethereal when they meet, nor the tyranny of the battle. Only the rest is Mourning life.

"What else do you have to say?" Wang Qi looked at the uncle who was doomed to die and wanted to leave something useful in his dying life. This lesson told Wang Qi not to underestimate any opponent, and the next life to die is himself.

"There's nothing to say. I just want to say thank you." At this time, the old man's kind-looking face simply wanted to be a different person, making it difficult for Wang Qi himself to make a judgment. The uncle's words were true or false.

"You don't have to be surprised. The world is like chess. The hurried years are just the staggered march of chess pieces. What I want to thank you is that you took me out of the chess game." The old man's voice was faint, like a teaching scholar, which made people couldn't help listening to his words.

"You must be surprised why I am not who I used to be now." The old man seemed to understand the doubts in Wang Qi's heart and sighed leisurely, "Actually, I'm also wondering why I'm not the former me before."

"However, after thousands of years of continuous deepening, I finally realized that although I don't need these things, it's not in vain that I have been trapped for these years." The old man looked at the equally weak Wang Qi, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

"You should have known my origin from my men, but what you don't know is that our seven brothers are not a group of innocent people you think. The original intention of coming to the polar river was just to escape the ancient demon war.

" Unexpectedly, because of an ordinary holy stone, it led our brothers to eternal disaster." The old man said, and the pain in his eyes gradually became stronger, "Can you imagine such a feeling? Obviously, you don't want to do something, but your soul is close to that thing. In the end, you still did that thing. In the end, your heart full of regret is still mottled, but you have to continue to do those things that make you regret for the rest of your life..."

Listening to the uncle's words and telling the truth, Wang Qi didn't understand much. However, Wang Qi deeply felt the pain and regret hidden in the uncle's words, but Wang Qi deeply felt that people were about to die and his words were also good.

"I've said so much, but you can't understand it." In order to take care of Wang Qi's few energies and his little time left, the uncle stopped his mindless thoughts. He began to talk about those things that Wang Qi likes to hear and understand.

"The fate may be a very ridiculous thing for practitioners, but after experiencing it personally, I have to believe it. The cold king is worthy of being a generation of demon emperors. His magic power is powerful. The demon power he left in the world is not even tolerated by heaven and earth. And we are all pieces that are passively involved in the chess game. If I hadn't seen the prototype of that power, maybe I wouldn't have understood the joints in it.

Seeing that there was still a lot of doubt in Wang Qi's eyes, the old man continued, "The growth of everything in the world follows the process of growing from small to large, from large to small, from quantity to quality, and between life and death is just a process of the growth of everything in the world. This is the so-called heavenly way.

"In thousands of years, there are countless people who pursue immortality. However, there are few successes. Except for the legendary Ling Miao God and the ancient history dominated by the mysterious ancient demon clan, it is just a rumor that exists in the legend.

"But I firmly believe that in addition to those legends, there must be an immortal existence in the legend. The way of heaven is like a river, and all sentient beings are the fish in this river."

The uncle said this, but refused to go on, which is to ask Wang Qi to understand the meaning of this sentence by himself.

In fact, it goes without saying that Wang Qizi also understood the meaning between his words, and even understood it more thoroughly. "The ancient demon clan against the sky is like a variable in the river. Unlike the human race, although the qualification and talent of the human race can also be called against the sky, it does not exist because of the nine turns and the incarnation of God. The shadow of heaven, so you can acquiesce as an anti-sky race that conforms to the law of heaven.

"This is like amphibians in this river. Even if they grow limbs and can leave the river for a short life away from the water, they still have to return to the river. However, the ancient demons are different. They are like reptiles that once lived in the water, and now they have It became a dinosaur-like existence and had enough power to destroy the river. This is a place that heaven can't tolerate.

The uncle didn't know that his words had attracted Wang Qi's rich reverie, but these were no longer his considerations.

"The most terrible thing about the ancient demon clan is not his powerful potential cultivation, but that he can fully use the chaotic qi and use the chaotic qi to infinitely strengthen the reverse celestial mass of his body. Chaos gas is also known as the god-extermination gas, which is the most terrible vitality in Hongyu. In ancient times, which was full of chaos, chaos gas was even the main weapon used by hundreds of clans fighting against each other in ancient times. It can be said that Chaosqi is the source of Tiandao born to counterbalance the ancient clans. I'm afraid that only those who can really use it are the legendary Ling Miao gods who adhere to the will of heaven.

"How do you know about these things? And still in your previous state?" Listening to the uncle's talk, although he saw that he didn't have much time left, Wang Qi couldn't help interrupting and asking.

"Oh, although I have been unable to escape from resistance in my fate, in the sinking of depravity, I can still get a lot of information in this whirlpool, and these and what I want to say next are what I have received over the years that I think are very shocking."

"The ancient demons are a race that violates the will of heaven. Their strong development is actually destroying the laws of heaven at all times and leaving the control of heaven. Therefore, their fate has already been decided long ago. In other words, the ancient demons are a clan cursed by heaven. This is what I have done. "Speaking of fate."

"And I was infected with the fateful cause and effect of your ancient demon clan and fell into such a situation. Fortunately, you actually have the help of a demon refiner that is beyond the fate of heaven, which not only saves you from great trouble, but also pulls me out. You don't have to stay away for thousands of years. The pain."

As the old man said, his voice was actually extremely sparse. Finally, when he finished this last sentence, his whole body suddenly broke apart and turned into snowflakes on the ground.