Chapter 257 Fighting spirit

A terrible breath pressed down from the huge ruins, as if the sky had collapsed. The air was constantly tightening, making people unable to breathe. The chest was like a thick stone silk pressing, and the mouth and nose seemed to be closed. Full breath could not suppress the increasingly strong sense of hypoxia.

A golden light fell vertically on the ground, like a meteorite, rushing to the ground with the momentum of destruction, but there was no dust splashing, as if everything was stopped in the flash of landing, and the breath and dust were integrated. Even his figure seemed to be integrated into the air, which was elusive and recognizable.

"God of War..."

A golden light ran out, and the compressed air around it suddenly dispersed, just like the whole space was a huge steamer. At this moment, the lid of the cage opened, the aerosol steamed out, and the steamed buns inside began to form steadily.

Wang Wujian covered his throat, bent his waist, and took a few breaths, as if he had just run back from the Naihe Bridge. His white face in prison was full of blood and looked painful.

His eyes are full of infinite fear. Even if he knows that he has landed, he still can't see where the other party is. His figure seems to be invisible to human beings like a strange broken wall, and he can't recognize where he is from his breath, because of his powerful and unspeakable waves. It rolled evenly in every corner and couldn't be found at all.

Although the sleeping dragon is weak, it does not show panic. It is shocked, but it is more full of expectations. Just like all exotic birds, the wings are the foundation of its survival. Once it can withdraw the wings, it can continue to evolve and return to its original shape and strength. Therefore, even if it dies, it must take the Wang Wu Sword and use the black. The power of the dark son is a try.

The silence in the large space is silent, and the quietness is terrible. It adds a little strange color to this endless ruins, as if the shadow of the God of War is everywhere, and it seems to be illusory, which makes people guard left and right but feel useless. There is an indescribable horror.

"You really dare to come!" A heavy but hoarse voice came out. I couldn't tell from which direction it came from, but the heavy sound hit the heart of Wang Wujian one by one like a boulder, which made him tremble every time, and the boiling blood washed his heart again and again, which was painful.

"Because you dare to come too!" Mian Xilong did not look left and right to find the other party's figure, as if he was not afraid of his sudden attack.

Wang Wujian was awakened by its voice in a trance. He looked down and suddenly found that the sleeping dragon had changed a lot. The two peach-sized eyes on the top of his head had disappeared, and his limbs and body were covered with a layer of blue dark leather armor, which originally grew on both sides of the body like sow's milk. The room-like small tentacle now extends parallel to both sides of the body, like two rows of small wings, and there are obviously two scars on its back, which are the remaining wings.

"Is it a combat form?" Wang Wujian secretly shouted strangely. He didn't know whether he was too nervous or the power of the God of War was too big to cover up all his breath. At this moment, he couldn't even detect the breath of the sleeping dragon beside him.

"Fading to the ground is the power of the jade root. Although it is shy and restrained, the unparalleled aura still makes me feel refreshed. I haven't had such a feeling for hundreds of years. I miss it so much..." The long and strange and unpleasant voice of Ares sighed, which was gloomy and chilling.

"Why don't you show up and let this curious teenager see your true face?" Mian Xilong said with a little sarcasm.

The war generals of the former holy continent can kill the spirit beasts, not to mention the gods, but at this moment, the dragon is full of confidence and fearless. He relies on not only the son of the dark, mainly because the vitality of the god of war star is greatly damaged, and he has no courage as before.

Wang Wujian is well aware of the domineering spirit of the evil spirit, and also vaguely guessed the strength of the God of War at this moment. However, although hundreds of years of suffering have greatly reduced his strength, there should be no problem in fighting against a spirit beast, let alone his weak martial arts spirit.

"Are you going to repeat the story of hundreds of years ago?" Seeing Wang Wujian, who is very pregnant with jade roots and the son of darkness, and is also the son of the heavenly spirit of the double martial soul, the God of War immediately thought of the dark son of those years, but just said sarcastically, "It's a pity that you don't understand the dark spells, and there are not so many desperate priests, and you can't let the dark son in his body reach the peak immediately. The realm of

"Hum, he really can't compare with the dark son of those years, but so are you. If you return the wings to me, I can let him spare you to die. Oh, no, I can make you die more comfortable, because I promised him to refine you into a yuan god and give it to him." Mian Xilong sneered strangely.

"He?" Wang Wujian's heart thumped. He never thought that this mutant bug would refine one of the four war gods of the former holy continent into a yuan god and give it to him. However, he also knew that Mian Xilong said this just to stand in front of him. He really had to rely on himself to fight. To be precise, it was by the illusory darkness in his body. The son.

"Hahaha..." The God of War paused and suddenly let out a ferocious laughter. The laughter was mixed with terrible energy fluctuations, like a terrible wave, coming one after another. The real Wang Wujian's brain was about to crack, and his shin and flesh all over his body beat violently.

"What about the son of the heavenly spirit? It's often more tragic to die..." The God of War smiled ferociously.

Although he could not see his existence, Wang Wujian could clearly feel that he was approaching. He wanted to defend but did not know where his opponent was. The blood on his face disappeared, pale, his eyes were numb and dull, as dull as a wooden chicken, but his whole body was shrouded in a strange breath, mysterious.

"What about the King of Spirit Beasts? I still pulled my wings..." The voice of Ares echoed in Wang Wujian's ears again. Although there was no longer a deafening feeling, it also made him buzz and confused.

"King of Spirit Beasts?" Wang Wujian frowned. No wonder people as powerful as flying Tmall, silver candles and earth snakes looked around it. It turned out that this inconspicuous mutant insect was actually the king of spirit beasts. Putting aside the use of this relationship, he suddenly felt a little proud. These days, he not only met the spirit beast every day, but also rode the spirit beast, and advanced and retreated with the king of the spirit beast. And even become its savior.

"Since you didn't plan to let me leave alive, I will also try to keep you. In those years, I killed a dark son, and I didn't care about killing the second one today, hum..." The voice of the Ares sounded again, becoming cruel, ruthless, and simply, which immediately made Wang Wujian's heart be picked up. After all, the son of Dark is usually It was only when he was on the verge of death that he appeared. At this moment, in the face of the God of War, which was enough to make people ashes and smoke in an instant, I'm afraid that the son of Darkness had already turned into nothing before he could take action. Wang Wujian's hard-won's heart was once again stirred with the strong murderous spirit around him.