Chapter 546 The Hatred of the Yanshen Prince
Grum..., hot steaming, magma spring, looking around, there is magma everywhere, a sea of magma.
Zhu Zhu is a boat in the sea of magma, suffering from raging pain.
Kaka, Zhu Zhu's face changed, and the grinding disc armor covered on his body surface could not resist the heat wave and the hidden edge in the heat wave.
Puff, several mouthfuls of blood were spewed out continuously, and the blood was instantly dried and turned into part of the heat wave. The crisscrossing cracks were exposed to his body, and blood flowed from each crack.
The meridians in his body are chaotic and broken, and the power of the grinding disc armor that can operate is limited, and it can't resist the killing of this second-order middle-aged man.
[yi]!
A mysterious word is like the [potential] understood by Zhu Zhu, but this [meaning] is more profound than the [potential].
[yi]!
Zhu Zhu knew that when the way of understanding the rune array reaches a certain stage, it will form an array, the meaning of ideas, a mysterious realm, as if the rune array has consciousness, which greatly increases the power of the rune array.
Just like the second-order saint in front of him, if he simply uses the holy sword, if he does not understand [meaning] and integrates [meaning] into his realm, Zhu Zhu can't be so embarrassed.
Of course, this also blames Zhu Zhu for not being able to promote the [source array]. The more powerful array can only rely on the pig emperor's body to resist.
However, in any case, Zhu Zhu's situation at this time can be called miserable.
"Ha, Brother Fengying, I didn't expect your [magma Sea] to reach this level, which really makes you sigh with emotion! I'm a little envious of this artistic conception!"
The eyes of the third-order old man suddenly appeared, looking at the second-order middle-aged man waving the holy sword, with great emotion.
With that, the third-order old man couldn't help glancing at the Yinhua saint beside him and the 17 first-order saint behind him.
seems to be saying, see? This is my brother, and this is the strength of the Flying Dragon Club. Although you are many, it is of no use? I can't even capture a little doll. It's really alive to the dog...
The face of the Yinhua saint is more feminine, as if it can drip water.
My heart is furious, Nima... If it hadn't been for the sudden emergency of the fourth-order saint invited by this saint, otherwise, how could my name of Yin and Yang Gate be weaker than your flying dragon?
However, in front of him, he could only swallow this breath.
They are indeed qualified to be arrogant. At least now, as soon as the second-order saint took action, Zhu Zhu was in a state of doom and suffered a heavy hit.
Suddenly, the eyes of the Yinhua saint lit up, and there was a trace of imperceptible joy in the bottom of his eyes.
Wow... At this time, a gap suddenly appeared in the high air not far away, and a firelight burst out of it. The gap became bigger and turned into a portal.
A figure came out of the door. The man was burly, with square cheeks and a masculine face. His eyes were like two jumping flames. His breath was restrained, but he showed a convincing momentum.
The bright yellow Manglong robe explains his identity, the Yanshen Empire, the Yanshen Prince.
Prince Yan stepped out of the fire door, and his whole body was like a dormant tyrannosaurus, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a fine light burst out of his eyes.
"Prince Yanshen? Do you also want to intervene?" The third-order old man frowned slightly, and his eyes were imperceptible and showed a trace of displeasure.
Prince Yanshen is really domineering, and I want to get involved in everything about flying dragons.
"Haha... Who do you think I am? It turns out that Feng Lan'er, what's wrong? What does it have to do with the prince coming to suppress Zhu Zhu? Prince Yan Shen glanced at the third-order old man faintly, and his eyes were full of disdain.
How can he, the Yanshen Empire, the future emperor of the Yanshen Empire, be afraid of a bad old man?
The third-order old man's face changed slightly, and his eyes burst into anger. Prince Yan Shen is too unwilling to put him in his eyes. He, the third-order saint, is also a strong man even on the land of the meteorite. Where can he go?
How has he ever been so angry?
"Hmm! Prince Yanshen, this is about my Flying Dragon Club and Xuantian. Does your Prince Yanshen want to provoke a fight between the Yanshen Empire and the Flying Dragon Club?
The third-order old man scolded rudely.
Prince Yanshen had a faint smile on his face and glanced at the third-order old man indifferently: "I can represent the Yanshen Empire. Can you Feng Lan represent the Flying Dragon Society?"
"You..."
The third-order old man's face is pale.
Prince Yan didn't look at the third-order old man. There is no need to look at it. It's just an old man who hasn't figured out the situation. He hasn't put it in his eyes yet.
The third-order saint? What about the third-order saint? His Prince Yanshen is also a saint now, and he is still afraid of a third-order bad old man?
"Protect Your Highness the Prince!" Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in the door, and then an old man covered with flames came out of the door. The old man was like a spark, with a pair of eyes flashing white light, and he glanced at the third-order old man faintly.
Puff, the third-order old man was stunned as if he was hit hard and sprayed blood.
"Are you the saint of Yan Gang? You...you're not dead yet?" After a few steps back in the air, the third-order old man lost his voice and turned pale.
"Do you really want this holy death?" The old man called Yangang stared coldly at the third-order old man.
The third-order old man's face turned red and white, and he already understood why Prince Yanshen was so strong. It turned out that he had a backer. "He actually carried the fire butcher Yan Gang. He really has the qualification to be arrogant..."
There was a bitterness in the heart of the third-order old man.
On the side, the Yinhua saint looked at the Prince of Yan. The two nodded secretly. The Yinhua saint glanced at the third-order old man, and his eyes flashed with imperceptible coldness.
"Is he Zhu Zhu? Is it the little beast that killed my apprentice Kowloon? Yangang said coldly.
Prince Yanshen nodded, showing strong hatred in his eyes. Zhu Zhu, a little beast that he hated, suffered a lot on Zhu Zhu. Several legions of his Yanshen Empire were killed by Zhu Zhu, or collected, and dozens of supreme and venerable people were killed...
He, the prince of Yanshen, has not suffered such a big loss since he was a child. Last time, because of failure, he was thrown into the prison of the emperor of the Yanshen Empire and suffered inhuman torture, making him become a prisoner from the superior prince...
Those days... are simply unbearable to look back.
However, he survived and successfully refined the source of life. He stepped into the holy land and became a saint. Only then did he restore his former glory, become the prince of the fire god again, and become the next emperor of the emperor of the fire god empire.
However, his hatred for Zhu Zhu became stronger and stronger.
Therefore, when Yinhua Supreme contacted him, he agreed at once. In any case, he would avenge his failure on Zhu Zhu, a thousand times, ten thousand times, making Zhu Zhu worse than death.
"Yes, he is Zhu Zhu, and he killed the Supreme Kowloon!" Prince Yanshen gritted his teeth.
nodded, and Yan Gang's face was filled with a layer of evil spirit, and the four circles of Shenghui behind his head were a little unstable.
Kowloon Supreme is his illegitimate son. Originally, he also wanted Jiulong to assist Prince Yanshen. In the future, Prince Yanshen will inherit the throne. His child, Kowloon can also gain glory and wealth.
But I didn't expect that his child died so early.
Hate!
Therefore, he joined the camp of Prince Yanshen at all costs in order to avenge his child.
"Lord Gang, do you think Zhu can't stand it anymore? Why don't you do it now?" Prince Yan Shen looked at Zhu Zhu, who was bathed in blood and pale, and secretly transmitted the sound to Yan Gang.
Yan Gang shook his head slightly, "It's not urgent now. We have been here for a long time, but have you ever seen the saints of the royal beast family take action?"
"Do you always mean that the saints of the royal beast family have come?" Prince Yan's face changed slightly.
"I don't know! If it is a saint of the fourth level or below, this seat can still sense it, but if a saint of the fifth level or even higher is dispatched, I can't find it.
The light in the eyes of the Yanshen prince is flickering, "What should I do?"
Seeing that Zhu Zhu couldn't resist, Prince Yan was anxious, but he couldn't take Zhu Zhu so cheaply and let Zhu Zhu die like this. Where can he relieve his resentment?
Yan Gang frowned slightly and shook his head slightly: "Wait a moment!"
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"Baozu, what should we do now? You see, Zhu Zhu is almost unable to resist. If we don't do it, he may be in danger!"
Baozu, Qiuzu's eldest brother, is also a sixth-order cultivation. His face is cold. If he cuts an axe with a knife, he stared at Zhu Zhu outside the void with sharp eyes and said coldly, "This boy hasn't done his best yet!"
"Isn't it? Look at the cracks all over his body. I don't know how much blood has spewed out. He has been hit hard!" A third-order saint of the royal beast family was puzzled.
Zhu Zhu, today's Zhu Zhu's status is like the head of the royal beast family. There is nothing we can do. The current royal beast family needs Xuantian's Pig Palace.
Now the people who maintain the royal beast family and Xuantian are Zhu Zhu and Heping Keer.
If something happens to Zhu Zhu, the future of their royal beast family will also be bad.
Otherwise, why did their royal beast family send Bao Zu? It is said that Qiuzu also came out, but he didn't know where he went.
The royal beast family dispatched two sixth-order saints, as well as him, a third-order saint. It can be imagined that they value Zhu Zhu.
"Wait a minute, he can't die. The young man just needs to sharpen..." Bao Zu said coldly.
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Pu, Zhu Zhu continuously sprayed blood, and the pig emperor was on the verge of collapse, but he resisted the attack and killing of second-order middle-aged people.
"Little beast, will you surrender or not?" The second-order middle-aged man is very comfortable to attack. It's too weak. Zhu Zhu is too weak. Who said that Zhu Zhu is very strong? It's just a paper tiger.
There is no threat at all.
"Cough..." cough several times, coughed out a mass of blood, Zhu Zhu sneered repeatedly: "It's up to you? It also matches!"
Killing shots in the eyes of second-order middle-aged people, "Look for death! Go to hell!"
Sne..., the sword in the hands of the second-order middle-aged man is faster to attack!
Puff, Zhu Zhu's pressure has increased sharply!
"Haha... Now, it's the pig who said to die!" Suddenly, Zhu Zhu laughed and went crazy.
[First update, second update is working hard.]