Chapter 593 Taihuang Sword, Jiu Litu, Swallowing Can

? There is no need to explain the tough life. The way Duan Fatty threatens people is different. Dig people's ancestral graves with open mouths and dig people's tombs with closed mouths.

Everyone is speechless. They have never seen such a person. They have never seen someone who speaks harshly, but they have never seen someone who threatens death.

If you don't agree, go to dig your grave, who can't stand it? It's a unique way. This kind of revenge makes people dizzy.

Damn, what's the point of this fat man? This is the words of many people, and they mutter in their hearts.

However, when everyone calmed down, they were even more frightened. Half of the polar emperor's soldiers were in the air, and the people who pressed were almost suffocated.

The cruel emperor can be said to be the most amazing person in ancient and modern times. There are too many legends about him or her, and all comments are difficult to summarize.

Above Duan De's head, on the lid of the swallowing magic jar, the ghost face mark is covered with tears, but there is also a smile, and there is sunshine in the sadness.

It's like crying or crying, like laughing or laughing, tears are blurred and smiling. This may be the life of the cruel emperor, and it is his or her inner rest. Maybe no one understands it.

is such a trace of children's graffiti, but it makes everyone scared. Thinking of the emperor's life and means, he can't help but go backwards.

"Why does he have an extreme emperor soldier!?" This is a question for many people.

Half of the polar weapon, although it can't be revived and can't exert the unrivaled immortal power, it is not used to deal with the ancient emperor and sweep the people in front of him. Ordinary power is enough.

"What's there to show off in your broken mirror? At most, it can be left for women to dress up." Duan De walked forward with a fat belly.

Above its head, the lid of the ancient swallowing magic jar fell thousands of dark lights, as dense as a rain curtain.

Everyone retreated. Half of the extreme emperor's soldiers are not just scary. Since ancient times, it's just a few.

Emperor soldiers, once they are urged, even if they can't recover, they can kill all sides. Who can block it?!

"Try to shine your broken mirror on my handsome face, and let me see if it has become handsome again." Duan De walked forward against the pottery cover.

Wang Yangzhan, the leader of Yin and Yang, looked unlucky, and everyone else felt unlucky. Just like stepping on a piece of shit when he went out, this obscene fat man was too attractive.

"It's easy to bully me, isn't it? If you don't show your power, you really think I'm a sick cat!" Duan Fatty lingered, look at this, look at that.

Finally, he stared at Xiao Yunsheng, whose forehead was trampled by Ye Fan, and said, "Damn it, that guy whose head was flattened by the door, didn't you ask Master Dao to roll over just now? Get over now!"

This immoral fat man! Many people curse in their hearts, and talking is too much. It belongs to the kind of bastard who beats people in the face and scolds people to expose their shortcomings.

Xiao Yunsheng's face turned green, but there was nothing he could do. He was really afraid that this fat man would take action, and half of the extreme emperor soldiers would be sacrificed, and everyone would be dizzy.

"And that old white hair, don't you want a bowl? Keep grabbing it?" Duan De stared at Wang Yang Zhan again.

Master Yin and Yang is as annoying as eating a dead mouse. He doesn't know how the fat man's cultivation is, but there is an old blind man in it. He urges this cover with live fossil-level cultivation, which can definitely kill everything.

"Ding!"

Duan De has never been a loser. Just now, the number of people has been down for a long time. At this time, he sacrificed half of the polar weapon and suppressed it forward.

A breath of collapse permeated, and the lid of the swallowing magic jar turned into a black hole, devouring everything in the world and pressing down.

Without saying anything, Xiao Yunsheng continued to lift his broken leg, with more than a dozen forbidden weapons, and jumped directly from the ten-foot high platform.

Wang Yang Zhan wrapped a few great power with the damaged ancient mirrors, turned into a streamer and retreated hundreds of feet away, far away from the central area.

Half of the polar emperor's soldiers are hazy, as if there is life. The grimace mark on it and tears are actually flowing.

Everyone's hair and bones are cold. It is said that the lid of this magic jar is refined from the cruel head, which is the essence of the imperial soldiers.

Some people say that the ghost face mark was painted by the emperor when he was young, which was his or her happiest time. From then on, he or she was the enemy of the world, and he was very unhappy and hurtful.

Even if he or she is invincible, what he or she is most impressed by is the short childhood memory, so it has become its unique mark, branded on the magic cover.

"Damn, come and help me. This lid is about to suck me dry." Duan De's voice.

Ye Fan and Dongfangye came forward and gave him a divine power, while the old blind man said, "Don't be stubborn. This imperial soldier consumes a lot. It's enough for us to protect ourselves. Those people are the masters of this earth, and it is impossible to suppress them all."

"Clind!"

not far away, a set of golden suit emerged, shining in the sky, and appeared at the side of the ancient Chinese emperor. It was in human form, holding a golden sword, carrying a golden bow, and life fluctuated.

Peerless divine clothes are psychic, for the hereditary holy soldiers, cast with divine objects, can last forever!

Ye Fan was awe-inspiring. He had seen this divine suit. In order to pick the elixir of immortality, the ancient Chinese Dynasty once sacrificed this suit in front of the ancient forbidden place.

"It's worthy of the ancient divine dynasty, with an indispensable divine suit!" Many people breathe air conditioning.

It is shaped like a human, and the golden god is gorgeous, as if it were a living ancient god, which makes people in awe from the bottom of their hearts and can't help but want to kneel down.

"Boom!"

The divine power is turbulent and vigorous! Around the demon lord of Nanling, he appeared day by day, dazzling.

The sun wheel moves, like a dragon singing nine days, a dazzling, shining through everything. As soon as the moon wheel moves, it is like a phoenix singing, clear as water, overflowing the sky and the earth. The two wheels of the sun and the moon are like the real sun and the moon in the sky.

This is also a holy soldier handed down from generation to generation, which can be immortal. It has already had a fluctuation of life. It was left by a world-class saint in the southern demon 150,000 years ago, which is rare in the world.

"Swipe!"

On the other side, the Buddha's light soared into the sky. Above the head of a monk in the west desert, a pagoda more than one meter high appeared, with seven floors, built for rocks, but it can suppress everything in the world.

This is a Bodhisattva's weapon to prove Taoism. Not only is the tower a fairy stone, but it is a rare divine object, but the Bodhisattva has left seven relics, all of which are sealed into the body of the tower, and one is placed in each layer, making the seven-layer stone pagoda an immortal holy

Moreover, its power is terrible, and it is one of the supreme relics of Buddhism since ancient times.

Three real ancient saints' weapons appeared at once, and they were all famous gods in the ancient history of the human race, and no one could move.

Up to now, many people consciously retreat and have no way to compete at all, because a saint's weapon is enough to sweep them away.

In the end, a total of more than a dozen major forces came to the front, including the four divine dynasties of Daxia, Guhua, Jiuli and Shenzhou, Nanling Demons, Xifo Buddhism, Duan De, etc., and the rest retreated.

The great power of holding three saint ping-pong weapons, and the front of Duan De's station, no one opposes and says more. Now strength is the absolute truth.

People carefully read the words on the wall of the coffin for fear of missing a word, because it was left by the emperor and recorded an amazing secret.

The original owner of this coffin turned out to be the immortal emperor, a supreme being before the ancient times, surpassing the gods in the hearts of the ancient races.

"The immortal emperor really exists..." A Buddhist monk was moved.

Regarding the ancient past, the human race has long been lost, only a little bit has been recorded, and everything has dissipated in the long river of history.

The immortal emperor, this taboo even the ancient king has to worship, which is the most mysterious and ancient. People did not expect that the so-called god was him!

Everyone looked at the five-color ice, in which there was a human skin, and the flowing air machine was comparable to the recovery of the imperial soldiers, which was unbearable.

"Oh, my God, that's the skin of the immortal emperor. If the ancient race knows, this place will become their divine land!"

"If those ancient spirits know that the immortal emperor is buried here, I'm afraid the world will be in chaos, and all the ancient kings will come here!"

This is definitely a secret that breaks the sky!

The god worshipped by all races in ancient times is actually buried here. He is not illusory, but real.

"He is the immortal emperor!"

People's shocks can't be calmed down, and the terrible waves in their hearts can't stop.

"The existence of the past, the legendary god, the worship of the races of later generations, there has never been conclusive evidence that he existed, but now we have seen him!"

People marvel that only the immortal emperor of endless years ago had such a great deal of work, cutting down the ancient tea tree of enlightenment and making an immortal tree as his own coffin.

He existed in the distant ancient times. There was no enemy. The aura between heaven and earth was strong, and the elixir of immortality could be found. Only he could do all this.

But the emperor was really good enough. He moved the immortal emperor out and fell asleep in the coffin.

It's just that the immortal emperor only has one skin left, and where did the emperor go? Why did he disappear?

Unfortunately, there is no record on the wall of the coffin, only those few lines of words, which explain the origin of the original owner of the coffin.

"It still can't prove that immortals exist in the world!" People sighed and knew the origin. They didn't know whether it was liberation or loss.

Although the immortal emperor surpasses the gods in the hearts of the ancient race, he is only an invincible ancient emperor after all, just deified, not immortals and gods.

Are there any immortals in the world? Up to now, these bigwigs are confused, and all signs indicate that they do not seem to exist.

"Bun!"

Suddenly, someone took action and began to grab the ancient coffin and compete for the amazing fairy treasures.

There is an engraving left by the emperor at the bottom of the coffin, which is the brand of the road, and no one is unmoved.

Duan De didn't go to join in the fun. He shook the swallowing magic jar, turned into a black abyss, and suddenly put the coffin lid away. This is Wu Daomu, and no matter how many divine sources can be exchanged.

"What you get in your hand is your own, and it's true!" Duan Pangzi was quite satisfied. When others competed for the Taoist map, he first grabbed the most real priceless object.

Such a coffin board, sitting on it to practice, can easily enter the realm of enlightenment. Even if you cut off a small piece and take it out to sell it, it is worth a lot.

"Bun"

Someone urged the divine power, but it was impossible to crack the coffin carved into an immortal tree. Finally, the Nanling demon owner pulled out a few stone nails and took them apart.

"It is a stone nail sacrificed by the immortal emperor. It has not been destroyed since the long ancient times. It must be Xianzhen!"?

Everyone was jealous, but the eight stone nails fell into the hands of the Nanling demon lord, and no one took them, because he held the ancient saint's weapon, the sun and moon, and no one dared to approach.

"Bun"

The outer wooden board was robbed and finally fell into the hands of the ancient Chinese imperial dynasty and the Ximo monk. One side held the peerless golden divine clothes, and the other side held the stone pagoda of the Bodhisattva's testimony, and no one could hold the front.

Everyone else was anxious, scrambling for the small coffin inside and the branding of the emperor's road, and fought fiercely.

'You can take the coffin, but the bottom of the coffin is left, and no one can damage the Taoist marks left by the emperor, otherwise don't blame Daxia for being ruthless!" The emperor of Daxia opened his mouth to speak.

They did not hold the weapons of ancient saints, but they were quite calm and calm, sweeping at everyone.

"Why, who can get it to whom!" Some people are not convinced, which represents the voice of all major forces.

"That's what the ancestors left for my summer. If you don't accept it, just do it!" The Emperor of Daxia shouted coldly. At this time, a bright light appeared above his head. The fluctuation of the vast heaven and earth shook out, and many great power almost fell to the ground.

Then, a dragon chant came out, and a dragon sword flew out, as if it could shake the heavens and the world!

The dragon's sword front, the nine-claw sword pattern, and the dragon's tail turned into a sword hilt. Even if the sun gathers together, it does not shine brightly.

"Puff"

Some powers can't stand this kind of pressure. Even if there is a forbidden device to protect them, they cough up blood and go back, which is unbearable.

The emperor's sword was born, and the people of the Great Xia Dynasty brought it here.

A dragon sound resounded through the ages. It was like an eternal light, hanging above the head of the Emperor of Daxia, making almost everyone worship.

At this moment, everyone was like a cold cicada. The emperor's sword was born and suppressed the heavens. Who can resist? It has unparalleled attack power!

"Hey hey..."

Suddenly, a creepy sneer came, and a Taoist shadow stood not far away, his eyes were cold, staring at everyone, and the concept of God appeared again!

Everyone is cold from head to toe. The so-called concept of God must be the embodiment of the evil side of the immortal emperor. This is a devil. If the saint does not come out, no one can beat it.

"It's okay, the emperor's sword is here!"

The Taihuang Sword can almost collapse the world, turn into a heavenly dragon, hovering in the air, endless light shining on the sky, purifying every inch of space.

"Band..."

Suddenly, there was another vibration. The sky shook, and an ancient scroll flew out of the head of the emperor of the Jiuli God Dynasty and hung in mid-air, covering the world.

"Oh, my God, this is Jiulitu, the extreme emperor soldier of the Zhongzhou Immortal God Dynasty Jiuli!"

This ancient scroll, which contains everything in the world and contains three thousand worlds, can suppress and refine everything, so that some great power can go backwards and spray blood in the mouth.

In one day, two perfect emperor soldiers were found, which shocked everyone. Unexpectedly, the two ancient gods sacrificed the immortal treasures left by the ancestors at the critical moment.

Taihuang's sword was tit-for-tat with Jiulimu. He did not suppress the devil, but wanted to fight fiercely. There was no doubt that he wanted to compete for the brand of the Taihuang's road.

"Two polar emperor soldiers are fighting, and tens of thousands of miles will be destroyed once. Not to mention this place, even the world of Xianfu will collapse." The old blind man said, "I have to protect myself!"

"Boom"

He opened his mouth and spit out a jar, which was very simple and ordinary. He couldn't see anything, but it was frightening and chilling.

"Kon, let's cooperate!" The old blind man patted Duan De on the shoulder.

Everyone was dumbfounded. This is the ancient demon jar of Tutian, the seventh largest bandit in the Northern Regions, which was borrowed by the second largest bandit. At this time, it will be integrated with the magic cover!

"Boom!"

The power of the emperor rushed up, and there was no one to urge him at all. The magic jar itself was integrated. Everyone who was shocked was afraid, and people heard a sigh.

"Oh, my God, this magic jar is made from the body of a cruel man. Won't it have his soul?"

In the distance, God was shocked and took a few steps back. It can be imagined that the pressure of this can after the integration of the tank was like the resurgence of an ancient emperor!

"A cruel person's life is the enemy of the whole world. It is amazing throughout the ages. Her extreme emperor's soldiers have returned to one. She won't be resurrected, will she?"

In this process, only one person has always been calm, that is, Ye Fan. He holds the bodhisattva obtained from the ancient star in his hand, with enlightenment tea in his mouth, and his eyes stared at the Taoist marks of the emperor in the coffin for a moment, constantly understanding.

"Rumble..."

Thunder in the sky, shaking the jade platform, thick lightning fell one after another, and then the endless sea of thunder poured down.

"Damn it, who survived the disaster?"

"Which bastard, who bowed the disaster at this time?"

Everyone changed their color and couldn't help scolding.

In the end, people saw that the thunder and lightning hit Ye Fan, and his short enlightenment would begin to cross the disaster!