Chapter 247: The King of Star Yaolong and the ghost dominate (thanks to the lingcu ...

"Eh!" "Eh!" ... The earth vibrates rhythmically with the approach of some being, it is a behemoth, and the earth vibrates with each step.
"That is, stitching the corpse?" Muria frowned and looked at the huge human figure that stepped on the ground in the distance. "Such a huge body can be compared with an adult Titan. This is a monster that has accumulated many corpses . "
"Ang!" When the legend of the third Necronomicon Council came to support, a courageous dragon stopped his attack on Blainet with helplessness, and went to intercept this self-contained body that was piled up by countless corpses The legendary undead of the plague aura.
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"Let it go!" Somewhere in the sky, an indifferent voice sounded.
"Let's talk when he's dead!" A lazy voice responded, as if just waking up.
"He has been killed once by your descendants."
"Dead? I think he's very happy jumping below."
"He has been resurrected once, he may have been halved, and if he is killed and resurrected, he is completely lost."
"Oh, this is the best!" For the voice that had become somewhat angry, the lazy voice remained unchanged.
"Bryant cannot die today!"
"My descendants don't seem to want to kill that guy, they just want to seal him! So rest assured, he can't die."
"After the seal, leave it to you to keep it. What's the difference between death?"
"You will pay the price for doing the wrong thing!"
"He has paid the price!"
"not enough!"
"He may have achieved only half of the epic! That's a big enough price!"
"Not enough! Kill so many of my descendants, and stop dreaming of an epic." The lazy voice became serious, with a mocking tone.
"He is the Lich I value!"
"so what?"
"Xingyao Dragon King, are you sure you want to block my way?" Somewhere in the sky that was originally empty, an endless black mist raged out, in the mist, the blood rain swayed, and the resentment and curse formed by the tragic death of billions of souls formed All kinds of strange heads shuttle in the dark mist.
Among them, a huge towering figure of several hundred meters looming, filled with horrible coercion, just standing still, his cobweb-like space cracks appeared around him, and he was unable to heal late.
"Well, just say it if you want to fight, I'm afraid you can't do it!" In the dark fog, the opposite of the tall figure, a star-shaped, shadow-like dragon-shaped phantom appeared, blocking the sunlight in the sky .
Let some part of the world below be directly in the dark. The creatures in it were in panic, and the sky suddenly changed from day to day, and night was an extremely unknown sign.
"Hehe, the youngest dragon king of the dragon family, I haven't played against you yet, let me see your dragon king today, is it worthy of the name." In the dark mist, the figure protruded with a large hand, facing the starry sky in front of him. Grabbed in Dragon Shadow.
Such a huge dragon shadow is, of course, only an appearance, which is a manifestation of the power of the Dragon King. If the true body of Xingyao Dragon King is so huge, he will say nothing and turn away.
"I'm not the youngest Dragon King of the Dragons now." Even if the Dragon King of Xingyao is going to fight, it is a lazy gesture. "Ghosts dominate Barsaromu. Your news is too backward. You don't know our Dragons. Have you added another Dragon King recently? "
"Oh, a thousand years later, your dragon clan has a new dragon king! That's really gratifying. I have the opportunity to see your dragon clan, the dragon king." In the scarlet gaze of Barcelonaromu, apathy In color, even if he was talking, his hand was still steadfast and he grabbed at Xingyao Dragon King.
"There will be a chance." Among the winding dragon-shaped ghosts, a giant claw of dragon claws like a mountain range protruded, and numerous starlights condensed toward the fingertips of one of the dragon claws, making the fingertips a little bit Condensed into substance, then point to the big hand that the ghost dominates.
The fingertips of the dragon claws collided with the palm surrounded by the black mist. At the position where the two touched, they started. Silently and silently, the large area of ​​space collapsed and broken, like a piece of paper—no sound came out. Everything happened in silence.
"Nice!" After the two epic collisions, the broken space healed quickly, and Barsaromo praised, commenting on the recent shot of the King of Star Yaolong with a high-level senior attitude, "You ’re right Power is strong. "
"Barcelo, you can't do it. It's almost 50,000 years since the epic was achieved. Is it just a matter of skill?" Hearing the "appraisal" of Barcelo, the King of Star Yaolong is not polite.
"It was a tie with me. I thought you could beat me with a slap. For such a long time, what did you do every day, do you study bones?"
"..." Hearing the satire of King Xingyao, Bartholomew was indifferent, but in the dark mist surrounding his body, those blood rains became more dense, and the various creatures formed by the curses of the world The screams of the head were louder.
The black mist surging, it seems that there are some horrible monsters walking through it, and the core of the dragon-shaped virtual shadow is a dragon with a lazy breath, half-carrying the bright pupil like a starry sky, watching lazily all of these.
The strength of the epic is not longer than anyone else. Therefore, even if there is an age gap of more than 30,000 years, the King of Stars Yaoyao is one of the details of the necrotic council in front of him.
"Enough!" Just as Barçarummo was about to make another shot, a grand voice full of silence behind him came, shaking the space with a sense of supreme majesty.
"Speaker!" In the dark mist, the ghost dominated Barsaromu and bowed his head slightly. "I want to keep a member of parliament who hopes to achieve an epic!"
"Who?"
"Bryant."
"Without this need, he was resurrected once, the core of his soul is incomplete, and it has been abandoned. Even if he has the opportunity to obtain the source of power in the future, there is no foundation for integration ~ EbookFREE.me ~ he has no qualifications to cultivate. Directly abandoned For this waste, there is no need to fight the Dragon King. "
"Ha!" After feeling the two familiar breaths behind him, and the stare cast from above the sky, the lifted heart gradually relaxed,
"Barcelo, if you really admire that little Lich, you can use his source to repair the damage on the foundation of his soul! For him to resume the epic road, this is almost almighty power." Star Yaolong King Said in an almost ridiculous tone.
"Hum!" Barsaro Mumur snorted, using his own power to help a lich he was optimistic about, he wouldn't make such a choice even if he was mentally disabled.
"Nothing to fight for!" Glanced down at Bryant, who was besieged by sixteen ancient dragons below, and cursed, he was actually angry at the rising star of the Necromancer when he was killed by the dragon that year. Choose to explode. If it is sealed, the Necropolis Council will not give up on him and will find a way to rescue him.
But now that the Speaker has given up to give up on him, there is no need for him to persist. Barçalom's body sorrowing the sounds of sorrow and curse when the world was destroyed disappears in the sky. The space that collapsed because of his appearance quickly heals.