The time has come to slay the dragon.

When the six sword fire wings on Kazan's back burst open and released a jet of energy, he truly turned into a dragon spear that broke through the threshold of 500 kilometers per hour, cutting through the sky!

Extremely bright light poured down from the heights of the heavenly dome, obscuring everything that changed the heavens and the earth. Before the ancient dragon Negar's figure was completely engulfed by the light, his blood mouth opened and a ray of amber energy erupted!

The peak of the Apocalypse, which had already split into a valley, tore apart again. The loud sound that shook the world echoed in the shattered and shaken Apocalypse Mountain, and then after a long time, the light disappeared, and everything was silent.

The "valley" of Apocalypse Mountain was completely reduced to a "basin" under the terrifying energy shock wave. The cracked ground was covered with shattered sand and stones, and radiating from the center of the basin was like a circle of powdered, gradually whitened mountain wreckage.

Kazan stood silently above the white mark in the middle of the earth, his eyes closed, the massive pitch-black spear covering his right arm crawling all over the crack, and six fragments of energy blade blades stuck in his back that only ended in them.

The rotten plague virus that inhabited Kazan's right arm emitted only a small amount of green mist, and the left arm had just as little purple mist, as if the plague mist had been depleted by a violent output. And the large amount of mad plague matter on the surface of Kazan's body was also shattered and shattered, peeling and peeling. With the way he stood quietly at this moment, it seemed as if the plague monster that had gone berserk and suppressed the ancient dragon Negar a few seconds ago was no longer here.

At the end of the earth facing Kazan, a barrier of dust that permeated the air was gradually blown away by the wind. Hundreds of meters away, in the face of the Fractured Basin, a bloodied wheat-colored woman lay weakly on the face of the badly cracked rock face, her limbs wide open and her entire body almost sunk in.

Negar was beaten back to a weaker human form from the ancient dragon form that liberated all abilities. Her white gauze dress was torn to the point of only two or three percent of the fabric, and a large amount of smooth, tender wheat-colored skin was exposed to the air. Those thin strips of white gauze barely obscured her sex. The intimate parts of the body that are strong and strong, mixed with the stream of red blood that meanders and flows on the body, are not miserable.

A 20-centimeter-diameter jet-black blood cave was located in the center of Negar's lower abdomen, and the wound on the inner edge of the blood hole had been charred and charred, and there was no blood. The internal organs that were originally in the hollow position of the lower abdomen have also been emptied, and they have all been wiped out under the extreme high temperature and impact kinetic energy.

If it weren't for the super huge body of the ancient dragon's strong defense that carried Kazan's "dragon shot", and the wound of the ancient dragon's body was reduced when it was transformed into a humanoid body, Negar would not have had a chance to leave a remnant body at all, and would have been directly annihilated under the terrifying shot.

At this time, Kazan's eyes suddenly opened and closed. His eyes were still terrifyingly yellow on a black background, as if a demon had opened his evil eyes like a deep yellow moon in the dark night.

Kazan's gaze immediately fell on Negar, who was seriously injured in front of him, and Negar, whose body was trapped in the shattered rock wall, lowered his head and sat in the sunken rock wall.

Xu sensed the enemy's gaze, Negar's slender eyelashes trembled, and slowly opened his amber eyes. She struggled and swung her stiff neck, and raised her head against the two large horns in front of her temples that looked like the shape of a sealed ancient dragon, just in time to meet Kazan's gaze.

Click, click, click. The frenzied plague substance that covered Kazan's entire body shattered in a large area at this moment, and in just a second or two, it all turned into pieces and fell to the ground. As if out of a scrapped suit of armor, Kazan lifted his leg and took a step in the direction Negar was sitting.

Kazan, who had lost the armor of the Berserk Plague Matter, was almost red. Body. Bare. Walk on the ground with dignity. His whole body was dark red, like a totemic pattern of bright red blood streaks crawling all over the corpse virus-stained body, and his two arms, dominated by the rotten plague virus and the highly toxic plague virus, seemed to sway back and forth with no strength. His back wasn't very straight, and with each step, the remaining six tricolor crystals on his back would fade into a mass of scattered energy crystals.

One step, one step. Kazan's eyes widened as he locked onto the fallen Negar. But every time he took a few steps forward, there were more and more deterioration changes in his body: the beautiful and gorgeous blonde hair was dimmed by dozens and hundreds, and even the night-like whites of his eyes and the iris of the dark yellow moon had faded by half, one evil and the other normal.

Negar coughed suddenly, choking out a mouthful of dark red blood from the depths of her stinging throat. There was not a trace of blood on her lips, and it was as if she had been painted with too much paint.

Negar's weakness is also genuine. She clutched the bloody hole in her lower abdomen and tried to move her thighs to get up from the rock wall. This pair of robustness in the past. His thighs can easily kick the rock wall and kick him into the air, but now he is weak and unable to stand up with the help of friction.

Kazan was still approaching Negar. With a cold bubble popping sound, Kazan's right arm burst into a thick green droplet of rotten water and hung on the ground, while his left arm turned into a purple swamp-like mixture of solid-liquid, completely devoid of the shape of an arm.

"Shackles ......"

Kazan's hoarse throat let out an extremely low murmur. He wanted those shackles that snapped at the joints.

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Speaking of the name of Kazan, the "plague" throne, the other thrones believe that he is a throne that likes to manipulate plagues and lead disasters and wars. On a battlefield with thousands of combatants, Kazan, the Plague Throne, can truly exert his strength; And in a one-on-one battle alone, Kazan's strength should not be enough for anyone to fight on the throne ranked before him.

These are the one-sided and shallow views of Kazan on the other thrones. Kazan is not hostile to any throne, second, he has been completing the tasks assigned to him by the throne, and third, he always has a cursed throne by his side; He is ranked at the bottom of the "thirteen", and there is no danger to other thrones, and other thrones will not deliberately study him and probe his details.

Only the Emperor, the Cursed Throne, and Kazan himself know what kind of monster he is. He is a dangerous beast that has devoured one deadly plague virus after another without dying, his flesh and blood completely fused with the catastrophic plague virus, and his reason is far weaker than that of the destructive. Each plague virus in his body can spread widely, and each of them can be fused into other lifeforms. As each plague virus grows in magnitude and evolves in its abilities, it becomes more and more destructive, and the stability of the gene chain becomes worse and worse, leaving the source of the plague wherever he walks, which can be called a natural disaster in the abyss of the apocalypse.

Until one day, he met the throne. It was also from that day that the Apocalypse Abyss had one less natural calamity, and one more life named "Kazan" whose strength far surpassed that of the third-order overlord.

Kazan has awakened his senses and learned to restrain and plan. He gathered his subordinates, evolved himself, and traveled to the Silversand Desert Territory where he was favored by the former Thirteen Thrones and became an envoy under his command.

Because of Kazan's special abilities, he is bound to become a poisonous blade hidden in the shadows, a sword that is not mighty and bright. This led to a long period of Kazan's minor fame among the intelligence networks of other thrones and rumors of the apocalypse abyss. Not many people knew that there was an envoy under the Thirteen Thrones who was good at wielding the plague ability, and the abyss of the apocalypse gradually forgot the plague scourge that had been rampant for some time.

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These are the one-sided and shallow views of Kazan on the other thrones. Kazan is not hostile to any throne, second, he has been completing the tasks assigned to him by the throne, and third, he always has a cursed throne by his side; He is ranked at the bottom of the "thirteen", and there is no danger to other thrones, and other thrones will not deliberately study him and probe his details.

Only the Emperor, the Cursed Throne, and Kazan himself know what kind of monster he is. He is a dangerous beast that has devoured one deadly plague virus after another without dying, his flesh and blood completely fused with the catastrophic plague virus, and his reason is far weaker than that of the destructive. Each plague virus in his body can spread widely, and each of them can be fused into other lifeforms. As each plague virus grows in magnitude and evolves in its abilities, it becomes more and more destructive, and the stability of the gene chain becomes worse and worse, leaving the source of the plague wherever he walks, which can be called a natural disaster in the abyss of the apocalypse.

Until one day, he met the throne. It was also from that day that the Apocalypse Abyss had one less natural calamity, and one more life named "Kazan" whose strength far surpassed that of the third-order overlord.

Kazan has awakened his senses and learned to restrain and plan. He gathered his subordinates, evolved himself, and traveled to the Silversand Desert Territory where he was favored by the former Thirteen Thrones and became an envoy under his command.

Because of Kazan's special abilities, he is bound to become a poisonous blade hidden in the shadows, a sword that is not mighty and bright. This led to a long period of Kazan's minor fame among the intelligence networks of other thrones and rumors of the apocalypse abyss. Not many people know

Finally, one day, the Thirteen Thrones died. When the other twelve thrones were completely unclear who would be the next to take over the thirteen thrones, Kazan took that position.

Those shackles are made of a special material, made of an inorganic substance that fuses and coexists with the third-order ability virus, just like Lois's simulated "Red Black Scythe", Halleym's "Black Short Knife", and Wu Qi's "Three-Foot Long Knife". Relying on the power of "reversal", Kazan was able to suppress the five plague viruses in his body, which were extremely aggressive and destructive, so that they could coexist smoothly.

Those shackles are made of a special material, made of an inorganic substance that fuses and coexists with the third-order ability virus, just like Lois's simulated "Red Black Scythe", Halleym's "Black Short Knife", and Wu Qi's "Three-Foot Long Knife". Relying on the power of "reversal", Kazan was able to suppress the five plague viruses in his body, which were extremely aggressive and destructive, so that they could coexist smoothly.