The form is unprecedentedly severe, and the gap between the puppet emperor facing Zongyun Que, the top true emperor, is not one or two points, and more importantly, Wuhuan has not figured out the ins and outs of this matter at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The daughter of the sea is the ritual of our mermaid lineage, and it is also the essence of the entire sea god's trial!" Belle's voice sounded in Wu Huan's ears, and she slowly told Wu Huan about the whole thing.

The mermaid lineage of the Poseidon Temple is the group left by the Poseidon in the interstellar world, and it can be said that Belle and Wei'er, who have the same bloodline as the Poseidon, have received much more news from the time they first stepped into the Poseidon Ruins than other sea tribes.

The Poseidon is not so great, just a creature with invincible power, and there are also seven emotions and six desires, as well as relatives and distances, and the entire Poseidon ruins have been prepared for their descendants from beginning to end.

In the sea tribe, as the existence of the belief in the beast god, the sea god naturally has its own uniqueness, the so-called "daughter of the sea" used to be in the sea god temple is a mermaid in the line to screen the sea god's sacrifice held a ceremony, but in the sea god ruins, this is the sea god's choice of inheritance method.

The daughter of the sea is far away from strife, and the Sea God Temple has never been known for its strong combat power but for its mysterious arcane and auxiliary, so to carry out this ritual or competition, there is a callee and a participant to cooperate, Belle is a participant and Wuhuan is the caller, and is the first caller who is not a sea clan in thousands of years.

"Belle, admit defeat!" A hint of helplessness flashed in Wei'er's eyes, and Belle was defeated.

"I ......" Belle was also very entangled, she had already lost once before, and the caller that time was the Ardist Theory, and the influence of the mark left by the sea god in the law of the underworld The realm strength of the two sides of the call will be pressed to the same level, and as a result, Wuhuan is human race was put together.

"I'm going to fight!" Wu Huan said.

"Wu Huan!" Belle whispered, she didn't understand why Wu Huan still agreed to fight, he should know better than anyone else the gap between the puppet emperor and the real emperor.

"Don't worry, I have a plan!" Wuhuan gave Belle a reassuring look.

"Sister Wei'er, come on!" Belle is not a fuel-efficient lamp, she has a plan when she sees Wu Huan's eyes, as one of the best heirs of the contemporary Poseidon Temple, she has perseverance and decisiveness that is not commensurate with her appearance, after all, the Poseidon sacrifice is the candidate for the master of the Poseidon Temple in the future, and Belle who is cultivated in the way of a leader is not a simple character.

"Okay, Ah Que, give me a hard beating!" Wei'er snorted and Zong Yunque happily agreed, he couldn't ask for it.

"Wu Huan, I hope you can hold on a little longer!" said Zong Yunque with bad intentions.

"Okay, put away your face, it's too fake, I just want me to retreat in such a way, I know that you can't look down on me in the pseudo-emperor realm!"

"Damn!" Zong Yunque's embarrassed look flashed on his face, and he scolded in a low voice.

Wu Huan and Zong Yun Que have not dealt with each other for a year or two, in the past, the whole world was the enemy, Wu Huan was injured and tired, and when Zong Yun Que did not take advantage of the danger of others, but sat in the ring and gave Wu Huan three hours to breathe, and then fought fairly, even if he was defeated, he was still arrogant and threatened to look good next time, how could such a person who paid attention to fairness and was extremely arrogant would use the big to bully the small and fight with the Wu Huan of the pseudo-emperor realm, from beginning to end, Zong Yun Que was forcing Wu Huan to withdraw from this battle, and in his heyday, Zong Yun Que would fight to the death with Wu Huan, forget it now.

"Come on, let me see if you have the ability to suppress me in the True Emperor Realm!" Zong Yunque didn't want to do it, but Wuhuan was interested, and used the combat power of the True Emperor to challenge the existence of the peak of the True Emperor with the artistic conception of the True Emperor, and there are few people in the world who can enjoy this kind of experience.

"Since you're looking for abuse, it's no wonder I'm going to blame!" Zongyun took a single step out of the punch, the same "Seven Seas Jiaolong Fist", the same True Yuan, Wu Huan may have taken it calmly before, but now he feels the pressure, under the bombardment of the True Yuan, his impure True Yuan is inherently weak, whether it is attack or defense, it is much weaker than before, and this battle is destined to not be easy.

One punch, Zongyun Lack's punch directly exploded Wu Huan's punch and pushed it sideways, Wuhuan had to retreat and make up for several offensives to resolve Zong Yun's punch, and the first confrontation was in a comprehensive weakness.

"Don't play!" Zong Yunque suddenly exerted his strength with a low snort, that's right, fighting against Wuhuan in the Pseudo-Emperor Realm seemed to him to be playing, and this kind of battle was not what he wanted, which made him feel bored.

"Across the Seven Seas!" "Zongyun lacks a fist, and the momentum of the fist is unmatched, sweeping out, shrouding all directions, and the whole is like a tsunami, rushing towards Wu Huan, he wants to use this move to completely suppress Wu Huan with this absolute power.

"It's a good time!" The armor retreated from Wu Huan's body, the strength of the huge gap was still huge even if the armor was blessed, and the light in his eyes flashed at the corner of his mouth on the Wu Huan Soul Body on the Burial Soldier Peak in the sea, and he felt really nostalgic for how long he hadn't used this trick!

"Tone!" The absolute vision replaced the absolute rationality that Wu Huan saw, and suppressed the chaotic thoughts and uneasiness that flashed in his mind from time to time at this time, this trick has a flaw!

Wuhuan still remembers that Lan Yi was defeated by himself across several realms in a row with the most basic realm, and as the "Shura Battle Intent" entered the realm, he hadn't given up all his emotions like this for a long time to focus on this, and the different realms relived the long-lost feeling, at this moment, Wuhuan felt that he was a god, everything in the world was lacking, and I was in control of everything.

Wu Huan moved, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face in the fading armor, Zong Yunque felt very familiar, where had he seen it, but the facts did not allow him to make more memories, because his fist strength was broken by Wu Huan, and it was surprising.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he popped out a finger and swiped lightly into the tsunami-like fist power, and then there was a rather shocking scene of splitting the sea, and the turbulent fist power rushed past a foot beside Wu Huan, but Wu Huan waved his arm leisurely and had time to wink at himself.

"Damn!" The weird smile was inexplicably familiar and suppressed, Zongyun Que stepped out and suddenly accelerated, and the whole person rushed towards Wu Huan, volleying a punch out of the turbulent fist and releasing it, Wuhuan slightly staggered to avoid the past, this point Zong Yunque had already judged because his back was ready, but what he didn't expect was that Wu Huan's wrong body was pointed out or popped out at the same time, and hit on Zongyun Que's fist strength, and then this fist power instantly withered like a leaky balloon, and the sudden change made Zongyun Que's back move unable to hit.

"Your fist strength can be a little more condensed!" Wu Huan suggested very pertinently.

"Solidify your size!" Zong Yun Missing punched under the hood, Wu Huan took a step back slightly, stepped on the place where the fist could not reach, and avoided it with a gap of a millimeter, and pointed out that Zong Yun Missing stepped into the air and quickly retreated, slightly embarrassed to avoid the past.

"The Pseudo-Emperor and the True Emperor have improved their physical fitness in all aspects except for the True Yuan, but after all, this is the realm of self-only beings, and the limit of living beings does not set foot in the realm of entering the Holy Land, the gap is not as big as imagined!" "Wuhuan is the true emperor and returned to the pseudo-emperor, with the true emperor to understand the pseudo-emperor and then compare with the real emperor, even if the classics record more than his own perception is not as profound, the ultimate of the pseudo-emperor He has reached but the ultimate of the true emperor Wuhuan feels that he is still a little worse before.

"Looking for death!" "Looking for death!" the arrogance burst out, Zong Yunque killed again, volleyed a flying kick, Wu Huan moved sideways in a small step, gently avoided without the slightest smoke and fire, and the homeopathic arm was lightly raised, and the palm contained the true yuan in the palm ready to be pressed down, but Zongyun Que had already hidden a punch, and suddenly broke out, directly with Wu Huan's palm, and the two of them were shocked together, Wu Huan only felt that his palm was sore, and Zong Yun Que was a bone and flesh shock, and Wu Huan's palm directly dispersed the true yuan of his entire arm.

"Ye Ge's smile!" Suddenly a spiritual light flashed from Zong Yunque's mind, why was the smile on the corner of Wu Huan's mouth so familiar, because he had seen Ye Ge who had been left on the continent a long time ago was so embarrassed by the smile, and the scene at that time was deeply shocked and Zong Yunque could not forget it for a long time.

"Wei'er, bless me with all your might!" The inexplicable crisis was inexplicably panicked, Zongyunque turned his head and roared, and Wei'er's hands danced a layer of azure gauze to envelop Zongyunque's body again.

"Looks like you're serious!" said Wu Huan with a smile.

"I have to say that you are really jealous, no matter what realm you are in!" Zong Yunque had to admit that Wu Huan, even if he was just a puppet emperor, he was still worthy of doing everything.

"Belle, you can give me some blessings too!" Wuhuan turned around and shouted to Belle from afar.

"Okay!" In the short time that Zongyun Que and Wuhuan have been fighting, Belle's heart can be described as turbulent, from despair to now hope, God knows how she can hold on.

Unlike Vier, Belle spilled a spot of light, and the stars swirled around Wuhua, jumping happily and full of vitality.

"Wu Huan, take it!" Zong Yunque likes to take the initiative, so he killed it again, a thick layer of true yuan shrouded his body, and a punch no longer turned into an evil dragon but a pure fist, and the fist suppressed the Quartet and directly solidified the space around Wu Huan, and he didn't believe that Wu Huan could still block it under such a punch.

"Good countermeasure!" "The strong true yuan can not only protect the body but also restrict Wu Huan's weird shot, sealing the Quartet directly restricting Wu Huan's actions, forcing Wu Huan to face it head-on, even if the pseudo-emperor's true yuan is blessed by Belle, it still can't match Wei'er's blessing plus Zongyun Que's own true yuan, so Zongyun Que's simple punch considers a lot of things.

"There is not much difference between me and Belle in the comprehension of the Sea God Technique, this Punch True Emperor's Ah Que is definitely stronger than Wu Huan's Pseudo-Emperor True Yuan!" Wei'er is very confident, she is not confident in her own blessing but confident in the power of Zongyun Que.

"It's better to gather in one punch than to gather in one point, Zongyun lacks you and miscalculated again!" Wu Huan still pointed out, not because Wu Huan deliberately learned the previous blue finger to hit himself, but because he found that the use of his fingers in this state was more powerful than that of his fists and feet.

"Battle intent, condensation!" a secret shout, Wu Huan pointed out, and then this finger was like a hot iron like butter all the way forward without hindrance, deep into the clouds, lacking fist strength, and then pointed on his fist.