At the time of the battle between Lei Chuan and the Millennium Pupil, the other two major battlefields were also in full swing.

In the face of the pressing of the descendants of the Northern Underworld, Xiao Yuan had no choice but to fall behind, and the blooming Burning World Karma Fire was suppressed by Sen Ran's dead qi, and the strange power of the dead made Xiao Yuan helpless.

"Although your karmic fire red lotus is strong, don't you think that there are too many creatures that have died under your red lotus?"

With a flick of his fingers, dozens of pale flames instantly ignited on Xiao Yuan's body, and the screams of the undead in his ears made Xiao Yuan's body breath disordered, and the meridian counterflow made him have to be distracted and suppressed, and his strength was less than thirty percent.

Dead air is a special energy that the Northern Underworld clan has alone, different from the endless life contained in the aura, its essence is the power that belongs to the dead, the dead creatures will not disappear out of thin air, in the invisible corner, the energy they leave behind still exists, and the dead qi is the integration of these energies.

The Immortal Flame attracted the soul energy remaining in the karmic fire red lotus, which caused a lot of trouble to Xiao Yuan after the outbreak, and even threatened the outcome of the battle.

"It's over."

The cold words rang out, and the pale flame ignited on itself, condensing the pale hand that reached the sky, and rushed straight towards Xiaoyuan under the drive of a vague thought.

"Dead Soul Thoughts: Dead Hand!"

Looking at the pale hand that was getting closer and closer, Xiao Yuan's face was sad and joyless, and with a sigh, all the karmic fires around him dispersed, and the unjust soul energy that was detonated was also suppressed.

Shen Yan looked at the other party, his expression changed suddenly, and the pair of pupils reflected a scene that he was extremely familiar with.

"How can you be dead?!"

The same pale flame ignited from Xiao Yuan's eyes, the familiar fluctuations, the familiar breath, was definitely dead, but under the familiarity, it implied that he actually felt trembling and uneasy.

"Dead air, huh?"

Under the background of the white flames, Xiao Yuan is as mysterious and strange as a ghost, and the sound contains an ethereal meaning.

"This is a death call!"

The exercises from the mysterious race of the underworld are also manipulating the death qi, but this mysterious race has undoubtedly gone further than the Northern Hades and has reached the point of the Heavenly Dao of Death, and in the Heavenly Dao of the dead, Xiao Yuan has also penetrated a true meaning of death.

"The dead are summoned, and the souls are ferried; There is no road ahead, the white skeleton bridge, and the ghost is the guide; Huangquan River, forgetting the water, the three souls and seven spirits return to the sky; Sansheng Stone, Sansheng Road, how dare the revenant ask the sky! ”

Every time Xiao Yuan said a word, his face turned pale, and his face was full of frightened sweat.

"How is this possible? How is this possible......"

It comes from the questioning of his own strength, shaking the determination of the Dark Flame as a rock.

"His will has been shaken."

"You don't have the heart of a king."

The kings of the people have seen the outcome of this battle, and they immediately stopped paying attention to it, but they were interested in Xiaoyuan, and many of them were interested in it.

"Hades exercises, "Summoning Death and Asking"?"

A moment before the flames sank into darkness, he saw a path leading to the heavens of dead bones, and at the end of the road, a being like a master of death was throwing a cold look at him.

……

Return to the battlefield between Lei Chuan and the thousand-year-old pupil. I have to say that this is definitely the most difficult battle Lei Chuan has experienced in the Middle Wilderness.

The descendants of the Martial God are terrifyingly strong, and Rao is strength has already used nearly ninety percent of his strength and still can't subdue the other party. That fierce magic sword is an evil weapon that can force the dark pattern!

"Your Excellency is extraordinary!"

After several hours of fierce fighting, the thousand-year-old pupil still does not reduce the fighting spirit, the will of martial arts is like a substantial manifestation, and the fist, palm and leg kung fu combined with the peerless swordsmanship is simply the most insoluble enemy.

"Your strength is not bad!"

Lei Chuan smiled evilly, his eyes erupted with fanatical battle fire, the dark gold wings behind him crossed to attack, and the 'Angel Cry' in his hand waved again and again, and the three-color edge slashed wildly.

Fighting so far, the gap between the two is only between the two of them, if this situation continues to remain unchanged, the millennium Hitomi will win the final victory with confidence.

Even if you fight for endurance, the [Shenwu Holy Body] will not be grinding, even if you have a strong physique, you can't help yourself, not to mention that you still have hole cards to kill you.

Thinking of this, the thousand-year-old pupil sighed secretly:

I didn't think that after all, I still underestimated the heroes of the world, I thought that I had no opponent except for the son of the golden crow and the mysterious Fushenyi, but I didn't expect this person to come out of nowhere, forcing me to such a field, and now I can no longer hide it, this pleasant battle will end here.

In an instant, the thousand-year-old pupil wielded a fierce sword to force Lei Chuan back, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly changed, the dark red blood, evil qi, and calamity qi were fused into the remnant sun of the catastrophe, and the magnificent twilight sun emerged from the hands of the martial arts god behind him, and the light shone in all directions, and the world shrouded in the light of dusk was shattered.

Feeling the only pressure he had ever had, Lei Chuan's face was solemn, his body took a few steps back, and the momentum of his whole body continued to rise, releasing more power of root destruction.

"Vientiane Seal!"

"Sen Luo Yin!"

"Doomsday Seal!"

The three marks emerged one by one, and Lei Chuan's hole cards should not be underestimated.

"Root Tribulation!"

The terrifying coercion swept the entire space in an instant, raised his hand and pushed forward, the power of destruction gathered a terrifying frenzy to engulf everything, and the figure of the thousand-year-old pupil in the waves looked incomparably small.

With a low shout, the descendant of the Martial God swung his fierce sword, slashing out a thousand zhang in one style, and the tide of destruction was divided into two.

"Rebellion, Martial Fierce God!"

The power of a sword, heaven and earth are reversed, yin and yang are repeated, and the inherent order of the world is completely destroyed, which is the same as the power of root destruction, and this sword qi is also the ultimate way of destruction.

Destruction to destruction, the end of this king's road, who is the ultimate winner.

……

The road to kingship decided the winner, and to everyone's surprise, the son of the golden crow was defeated.

Even if the golden crow is everywhere and the sun is full of sky, it is impossible to escape the end of the day, and the power of Fushenyi makes everyone tremble.

"Unexpectedly, the Protector Divine Sect's Son of the Golden Crow, who had been waiting for thousands of years, was defeated like this."

"Yes, there is no need for this Fu Shenyi to participate in the king sacrifice, and he can be promoted to the king at any time with his own strength."

The people of the Protector Divine Sect looked bitter.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Son of the Golden Crow has done his best."

The Sect Master said so, but his expression was not much better.

Yes, I've done my best, if there aren't so many demons born in this year's King Festival. Judging from the current performance, among the dragon fighters, Fu Shenyi is the most powerful.

Although the small edge of the crown road is victorious, it is still not the opponent of Fujinyi, but it still does not determine the winner's path to the throne, no matter who wins or loses the two dragon fighters, there is still a little bit of interest in the final against Fujinichi, but it is still just a foil.

At the end of the road to the throne, Lei Chuan and the two naturally didn't know what was happening in the outside world, and when the hole cards were almost exhausted, the scarred two almost instinctively bit each other.

It seems to be crazy, and the shot is extremely ruthless, completely fighting for his life, but Lei Chuan still maintains the highest degree of calmness, silently calculating in his heart.

All the hole cards of the Millennium Pupil have been opened, and the fierce sword cannot continue to be used, and he is fighting with a seriously injured body like his current self, and the energy of the Divine Martial Holy Body is about to be exhausted.

Hole cards out? How is it possible, the true power of root destruction has not yet been fully revealed.

The strength of the last percent will determine the final victory.

"It's time to finish."

A low murmur sounded, and the face of the thousand-year-old pupil changed in horror.

Impossible, how can he still have extra strength?!

A punch was blasted, and the drifting snow flew out, and each delicate snowflake carried a compelling chill and murderous atmosphere.

Judging from Lei Chuan's previous performance, the three major attributes should be the lowest attainment in the ice attribute, but as everyone knows, this is just Lei Chuan's deliberate expression, in the tempering of the ice technique, it has already reached the point of leveling the two major attributes, because of a whim, and Lei Chuan was used as a yin person's hole card.

"Winter is coming, the night is eternal!"

The murmur of the ancient song, before the thousand-year-old pupil could react, he suddenly felt that he could not move, and his consciousness was also bound in his body.

This...... It's a plane freeze!

After all, it was the Martial God Descendant Millennial Hitomi who ushered in a defeat with no regrets in his life.