Chapter 815 Turtles are also crazy

"Ah... The ancient king of the dragon head roared. As the ancestor of the clan, he crossed the ancient years. There were few enemies in the world, but he was slapped down by a turtle. He was almost crazy.

Heiwu lay on the head of the barbarian king, quite calm, tilted his neck, opened his mouth slowly, and said, "It's useless for you to break your throat."

The dragon's first ancestor shivered all over his body, and his eyes were as cold, cold and cold as two sharp knives. He stood up and pushed forward step by step. The god was like the sea, practicing like a rainbow, intertwined into a trajectory.

All the light hit the tortoise shell, and all kinds of gods were split on the black intertwined Xuanjia, all of which were silently annihilated.

"Bang"

Moreover, at this moment, the black turtle poked out a big claw, which could be as big as a dustpan. He directly slapped the ancient king of the dragon's head and fell to the ground again.

"Crackling..."

The ancestral king's bones burst all over his body, and he didn't know how many pieces he had cracked. His whole body was covered with blood, and he almost disintegrated. He turned into a blazing light and escaped and stood hundreds of feet away.

The dragon's first ancestor king's face was pale, how ugly it was. He was looking down at everyone just now, but now he was almost slapped by a turtle, which made him feel embarrassed.

"Remember who I am, right?" The black turtle slowly landed on the barbarian king's head and shook a small claw, saying, "Xuanwu, I am the great Xuanwu."

"Ah..." The dragon's first ancestor king was almost crazy. He thought it was a kind of humiliation. The two dragon horns on his head were shining and shining brightly. He wanted to cut through the sky, accompanied by the roar of the rumble of the road.

"Boom"

Suddenly, the breath of the ancient emperor was permeated, and the sound wave of the road was deafening!

Green air currents fall one after another over the vast sky, each of which is as thick as a mountain, grand and heavy like hanging Tianhe River after another.

In the endlessly distant sky, there is an independent small world in a trance. Chaos are surging, the earth, fire, wind and water rotate, and there is a green tower looming in it.

This is an overwhelming atmosphere. The righteousness is peaceful and vast without aggressive power, but there is an inviolable sanctity and solemnity.

Not to mention that ordinary monks are the ancient king of the dragon head and the black turtle are frozen. They dare not move. Even they feel that if they are presumptuous, they will be destroyed.

West Emperor Tower!

That is, the fairy tears and green golden pagoda, which was forged by the Western Emperor's mother in those years. It has gone through an infinite world and immortality. It has been passed down to this day and can kill everything in the world.

"There are rules for the Yaochi Conference. No one is allowed to fight here. I hope the ancestors of Yinlongchuan will abide by them." The voice of the Queen Mother of Yaochi came from the sky.

The extreme emperor soldier itself is an invincible existence. It is an alternative continuation of the life of the ancient emperor. Who dares to fight with the law in the world? Once the emperor's soldiers recover, the ancestor king will rush up and drink hatred!

However, the process of recovery is a little slow, and the extreme emperor's soldiers are difficult to control. It will take a long time for many great power to urge them, and they will often be sucked to dry.

Otherwise, with an imperial soldier in hand, it can be said that I can compete with anyone in the world?

Except for the ancient emperor himself, no one can really and completely urge the imperial soldiers, even the saints. Even if they can operate, it will be quite difficult.

Of course, in their respective mountain gates, there must be arrays laid by the ancient emperors, which can speed up the recovery of the Jidao Emperor's soldiers and will not consume too much essence, so the fairy tears and green golden pagoda will manifest at this time.

The Queen Mother of the West only spoke to the ancient king of the dragon head, and even the green air column just fell above his head, making him feel great pressure and even a trace of fear.

In this pure land of Yaochi, the Western Emperor's Tower is better than everything in the world, but wherever he enters this place, the saint will not be free.

Seeing that there was no air column hanging above its head, the black turtle was quite satisfied. Then he stretched out a small claw and hooked the ancient king of the dragon head and said, "If you are not convinced, come here and engrave the word Xuanwu on your face."

The nostrils of the ancient king of the dragon head sprayed white smoke. Not long ago, he was in a good mood, pointing out the world and looking down on all sentient beings. That detached posture was gone.

"I have the guts to go out and fight with me!"

"Waiting for your words, let's go, the great Xuanwu will engrave a piece of history and write a grand epic on your face!" Black Turtle Road.

"Good!"

Duan De, Li Tian and Li Heishui cheered secretly for fear of chaos.

Many monks also smiled and felt that the turtle was too temperamental. Such a move really stamped the arrogant ancestor king from the sky to the ground.

No one stopped it, and in fact, no one could stop it. The ancient king of Longshou didn't want to stay for a moment, so he rushed out first.

The black turtle landed on the ground, turned into more than one person's height, stood up upright, like a weirdo carrying a black pot, with his hind legs on the ground, his two front paws on his back, and walked out slowly, not much better than a snail.

The ancient king standing outside the Yao pool waited for a quarter of an hour. His eyes were full of fire, and his head was almost white-eyed before he saw the turtle bastard slowly walking slowly.

There are no superfluous words. The ancient king of the dragon head directly displayed the strongest magic. The ring behind his head was dazzling and overwhelmed the sun in the sky.

The halo is enlarged and turned into a disk, gorgeous and dazzling, devouring the spirit of all sentient beings, plundering the vitality of heaven and earth, and casting an immortal treasure wheel.

"When..."

The sound of Qingyou penetrated the world, and the divine wheel behind his head became more and more dazzling, setting him off like a god, crystal clear.

"Boom"

Finally, the treasure wheel glowed and roared, like a wheel of reincarnation, shining on the black turtle, and the power of reincarnation hit.

"Tiandao reincarnation!"

The dragon's first ancestor shouted, quite domineering. He stepped out of the ten directions and the sky was trembling. Under the pressure of the treasure wheel, the sky outside the Yao pool was about to return to chaos.

"If you dare to be domineering with the great Xuanwu, let me break you!" The black turtle's whole body shrank into the tortoise shell again, and all kinds of gods and spells are useless.

All kinds of laws turned into blazing light, all of which fell on the black tortoise shell, with mysterious and ancient lines flashing on it, desolving the endless divine light, which is difficult to break through.

In the distance, people are surprised. I'm afraid that few people in the world have more defensive power than him, and they accept the strongest protoss of the ancestor king without damage.

"What is the origin of this Xuanwu?" Ye Fan came to the barbarian king and whispered. He only knew that he was the patron saint of the barbarians, but he didn't expect to be so powerful.

"Who raised it? Let me think about it, it should be my grandfather's..." The barbarian king said a large number of grandfather's grandfathers. Even he can't tell that the turtle has lived for thousands of years, and it is conservatively estimated to be over 6,000 years old.

Usually, this turtle doesn't pay much attention to anyone. He only occasionally says a few words to the barbarian king. He didn't expect to see an ancestor today.

"Go to hell!" The ancient king of the dragon head shouted, and the wheel of the wheel behind his head was even more dazzling. It was as blazing as the sun. He sank down and suppressed Xuanwu. The mountains collapsed under his roar, and even the clouds hundreds of miles away were scattered, swallowing the mountains and rivers.

"You can't be more domineering than me, so let's see who is better!" The black turtle was not afraid and also shouted.

It poked its head out of the tortoise shell, rotated a pair of black old fists, directly collapsed the world, and roared: ... Overlord's Fist!"

It can be said that its movements are very funny, and the name is not very good. No matter how you listen to it, it is a bastard's fist, but it is really powerful.

Black fist, the first punch directly opened the disk and cracked it, the second punch directly broke the two arms of the Dragon Head Ancient King, and the third punch smashed through his chest.

The ancient king of the dragon head was smashed, and then turned into a light and appeared in the distance. He reorganized his body, his face was pale, and it was difficult to see the pole.

"The king's fist... I was fucking defeated by the king's fist!"

"I don't have a long memory. This is the overlord's fist created by the great Xuanwu. Today I want you to remember it forever!"

The black tortoise rushed up upright, and the two old black fists moved, like two big grinding discs, exhaling the wind, and the mountains next to it, like paper paste, all rose from the ground and flew into the distance.

People were shocked. There were all kinds of gods on the two black fists. No wonder they could smash all the secrets of the ancient king, and the power of heaven was flowing.

"Boom"

The two saints fought together again. I have to say that the black turtle was in a mess. The two old fists smashed the vacuum and destroyed all obstacles.

It punched 108 punches in one breath. Although most of them were solved by the desperate Dragon Head Ancient King, there were still pieces of fist shadows falling on him.

"Remember, this is the Overlord's Fist!"

The body of the ancient king of the dragon head is disintegrating, leaving indelible black marks on both flesh and blood and broken bones.

Especially on his face, there are more than a dozen lines, all of which are dark, like a small turtle, which is left by the boxing mark.

When they separated again, the ancient king of the dragon head was going crazy. Not only was he defeated, but he was also engraved with a mark of shame. The dark light flashed and could not be erased at all.

Everyone almost laughed, even the ancient races were no exception. They were deterred by the power of the ancient king, and they were holding back their laughter.

The ancient king of the dragon head was bruised all over his body, especially his face was the most. He was hit with more than a dozen small turtle marks and could not be melted.

"Remember, I'm Xuanwu. If you dare to remember it wrong, engrave your yuan god!" The black turtle said solemnly, with a serious face, but it made people want to look and laugh.

The ancient king of the dragon head is really crazy. Is it more shameful than this? Previously, he showed his force and humiliated the human race, and no one dared to speak out in all directions.

At this time, he was blown up by a bastard, engraved a turtle mark on his body and face, and engraved with great mana, which was indelible. He looked up to the sky and shouted and kept roaring.

"You black... bastard!" The ancient king of the dragon head gritted his teeth.

"I'm very serious to tell you that the great Xuanwu is angry and wants to bombard you into scum with the king's fist!" The black turtle looked serious, and then the old fist rushed up.

The god of the road is four, the mana is like the sea, the earth fire, the wind and the water rotate, the two fought until the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the dragon head ancient king was almost blown up by a pair of black turtle fists.

In the end, he let out a loud roar that he dared not dare, and then... turned around... ran away with his head in his arms and began to escape every day.

At this moment, he didn't care about anything. His face and majesty were empty. The most important thing was to survive.

At this time, he was really afraid of the turtle. He panicked, turned into clouds, turned into wind, turned into lightning, and fled all the way.

"Remember, I'm a great Xuanwu!" The turtle chased him in the back. He was serious and didn't want to let him go at all.

This is obviously a big event, and the consequences are very serious. After all, it is chasing and killing an ancient ancestor king, but people laugh, and it is difficult to have that sense of urgency.

And the same is true of the ancient races, but they can't laugh when they want to, which makes them feel very uncomfortable. It's crazy. A turtle raised by the human race is a saint. He beats a powerful ancient king with his head and squirrel, and doesn't he let all races live?

In the end, the human monks laughed and felt very happy. This ancient king who despised the human race and wanted to kill the saints should be chased and killed by a "great Xuanwu".