With Zhang Chao's roar, countless ripples suddenly reverberated in the air, and where these ripples were stirring, countless black shadows appeared in the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was like a silent army, neat and solemn, suppressed and cold, and then Qi Shushu raised his head and looked ahead with his scarlet pupils, the seemingly ordinary man.

With these countless cold gazes, countless blood-colored rays of light suddenly appeared in the space in front of the man, which were pitch-black blades that swirled with blood-colored light.

The ordinary man let out a soft "eh", and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

He casually lifted his hand and pressed it on the red light, and in an instant, the light collapsed, recoiled back, and countless blades turned into swirling black smoke and dissipated into the air.

This understatement scene instantly made everyone's hearts chuckle, only Zhang Chao was still expressionless, as if his wave of offensive was easily defused by the other party, and it was not a big deal at all.

"In the long river of epics, hundreds of ships are competing for the current, I once thought that even if I fell, this giant boat would still be able to carry me for a long time, but I never thought that the future generations would be endless...... It was a perfect time. ”

The man looked at Zhang Chao, a smile appeared on his face, and in the middle of this smile, the temperament of the whole person suddenly changed, from plain to dazzling.

In an instant, the pressure like a mountain swept out, as if the supreme king, without a crown on his head, but still the emperor of the world.

"That's!" Countless people's eyes widened, and they didn't dare to let out of the atmosphere, even Leona and Pan Sen, whose strength had reached platinum, and Zhao Xin also took a step back.

"This man...... It's terrifying!" Leona's eyes revealed shock.

"Who is he?" Pan Sen gripped the spear tightly, although the man was only in the early stage of platinum, and his strength was not as good as his own, but it actually gave him a feeling that he could not match.

It's hard to imagine this kind of feeling, what kind of Tianjiao came from that era! Will such an existence really fall?

Zhao Xin's face revealed a hint of horror: "The epic name, can be as big as a high-rise building, rare to see for thousands of years, such an existence is extremely rare even in the long river of epics, but such a character, why have we never heard of his name in the annals......."

I saw that the name of the epic as big as a high-rise building hung high in the sky, with iron hooks and silver strokes, although I don't know which language it is, but each stroke is so sharp that it seems to carry a bloody breath, giving people a feeling that they have just returned from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain.

Millennial King - Maude Caesar!

Seven big characters, even the title can be written on it, it is simply terrifying.

"Junior, what's your name?" Like an emperor in the dust, the man just spoke, and the whole world seemed to prostrate under him, listening to his wisdom.

Zhang Chao took a step forward, his eyebrows and eyes lowered slightly, and the darkness slowly extended outward from his center, like a bottle of ink, slowly imprinted and dyed on the canvas of the sky.

It was only as the darkness extended to the man's side that he slowly raised his head.

"Who are you?"

The man smiled slightly, looking very peaceful, but at the moment when the smile retracted, the expression on his face suddenly turned into endless majesty and anger.

The Son of Heaven was furious, ambushed millions of corpses, and bled for thousands of miles.

It was the wrath of the supreme king, and although he did not say his identity, at this moment, there was a glimmer of realization in everyone's hearts - he was the king!

"Millennial King! What a domineering title!" Leona frowned.

Zhao Xin sighed: "Since you can enter the epic river, this title will naturally not be a mouthful, but has been recognized by the world." ”

"The king of the dead country, how can he speak bravely. ”

Zhang Chao said calmly, he didn't even look at the sky, the big characters spanning a hundred meters, just silently, walking forward.

Let you suppress heaven and earth majestically, and I will not move.

Shadows!

His steps seem to be only half a meter long, very relaxed, as comfortable and lazy as if he had eaten at night and gone out for a walk.

But at this moment, he suddenly crossed an unknown number of miles, and at the same time, the shadows behind him turned into a few flickering cold rays in this dark sky, and rushed forward at the same time as him.

Quiet as a virgin like a rabbit, as if invisibly, the horn of attack sounded, making the comfort and laziness on Zhang Chao's body explode at this moment, turning into a wordless iron-blooded killing aura.

"The King of the Dead Country...... "A trace of vicissitudes and helplessness flashed on the man's face, "If you say that the thousand-year-old king is indeed the king of the dead country, but Maude Caesar has never lost the country." ”

He stretched out his hand and plunged into the space in front of him, as if he had truly torn the flesh of some creature, causing a thick bloody aura to suddenly permeate the half-dimensional sky.

With a snort, the whole space seemed to be torn apart by him, and he suddenly withdrew his hand, as if a silent wail resounded around him, and at the same time, a bloody mace was suddenly held in his hand.

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On the fog-shrouded Shadow Island, a rich aura of death rises from it, and countless dead people sink and wail in this death, their pain and hatred of life are the source of all the high undead power on this island.

In the far center of the island stood a figure like a hill, covered in iron-black armor with mottled rust and burnt black.

But it is such a seemingly dilapidated armor, but there is a pair of evil spirits that can shake the whole world.

"Millennial King ......"

He silently raised his head, looking at the dark moon shrouded in clouds in the sky, and his scarlet eyes flickered suddenly.

"My king?"

In front of him, a high-ranking undead in a pitch-black cloak hesitated, as Mordecaesar's close attendant, he sensed that there seemed to be something wrong with Mordecaesar today.

"Stand down, I want to be alone. Maudecaesar waved her hand, and there was a hint of amazement in her voice, completely devoid of her former majesty.

Without the slightest hesitation, the High Undead immediately turned into mist and disappeared into the darkness, and a moment later, when he reappeared, he had already appeared a hundred miles away.

Countless dead branches and trees twisted, like the dead with wide eyes, and like the undead who were soaked in pain all the time, stretched out around him.

He walked silently, and suddenly raised his head, and two bright lights lit up under his cloak.

He finally knew what was different about Mordecaesar today, and that he was today without a hammer! )