Xiao Chen's palms suddenly regained their luster and returned to their original state, and their five fingers were as agile as before.

Wang Remnant's eyes froze, and he said in a deep voice: "I comprehend the will of thunder, no wonder I dare to rob my Wang Remnant's things, but this is your hole card, you still have to die!"

Xiao Chen didn't want to expose the secret of the Scarlet Throne, but the other party pressed forward step by step, and he had to pull out the Moon Shadow Knife to face it.

The black clouds rolled, and the dull sound of thunder sounded continuously, sitting on the throne, Wang Remnant, and killed him with the might of the dead.

In the starry sky, the two quickly fought each other, and as the other party's will to die was suppressed, the cracks in the cocoon-like spiritual power in the sea of consciousness became more and more.

On Haotian Sect's king-level battleship, the two deputy hall masters, looking into the distance, saw this battle, and their brows couldn't help but wrinkle deeply.

"That throne, it seems to have been left by the ancient evil king, was actually given by a descendant of the corpse clan. ”

"The throne is divided into seven, the corpse clan cultivates the way of death and gets the throne of death, it is a perfect match, Xiao Chen is afraid that there is trouble. ”

"It's not easy for you and me to make a move, presumably the corpse dragon battleship of the corpse clan is also not far away. ”

"It depends on the situation, if Xiao Chen is really worried about his life, he will have to do it if he doesn't make a move, I just hope that the other party is not a king-level battleship. ”

While talking, the two let the battleship drive towards the place where Xiao Chen and Wang Yan were fighting, and at the same time picked up the scattered Haotian Sect disciples one by one.

Without leaving their eyes for a moment, Xiao Chen and Wang Yan were ready to take action immediately if something was wrong.

Wang Yan saw the battleship flying, and there were two powerful top-grade martial saints, but his expression did not change at all, and his moves were extremely deadly.

Judging from the situation, Xiao Chen was afraid of exposing the throne, so he seemed quite conservative, and he could only be on the defensive in front of the surging king.

"Hand over the high-grade flame spar, and today's matter is over. ”

Wang Yan felt that he had gained the upper hand, the two top-grade martial saints of Haotian Sect had arrived, and it was impossible to kill Xiao Chen, so he could only accept it when he saw it.

Click!

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and Xiao Chen's spiritual power wrapped in the Scarlet Throne in the sea of consciousness was completely shattered, and the violent killing aura surged out.

A red cloud rolled and floated under Xiao Chen's feet, and the blood-colored killing throne lay quietly on it, waiting for its king.

As soon as the Scarlet Throne appeared, the expression on Wang Yan's face changed completely, and he said with some excitement: "Killing the Throne, hahaha, it seems that my luck is really not ordinary, the Killing Throne was actually touched by me." ”

"yes, you're not usually lucky. ”

The secret was exposed, and Xiao Chen, who had been holding back, finally condensed the murderous aura between his eyebrows, and the cold voice was like a cold bone spur, making Wang Yan feel a coldness for no reason.

Rumble!

Xiao Chen sat down lightly, leaned back on the throne, and the momentum of the sky turned into red light and rose up. Faintly, in the red light, there seemed to be a nine-zhang golden dragon taking off.

The breath of the king's true dragon, there was nothing suppressed at this moment, and it was released with the artistic conception of killing.

The terrifying coercion blasted Wang Yan's momentum back in an instant, so that he couldn't even kick his breath.

The clothes on his body and the hair danced wildly towards the back, and Wang Yan's whole person seemed to be about to fly.

The palm of the palm slapped the armrest, and the will to die in the throne gathered surgingly, and black light rose into the air.

The imprint in Wang Remnant's heart flickered non-stop, and the coercion of the will to die and Xiao Chen's coercion of the killing true dragon collided wildly.

In the endless starry sky, a strange scene suddenly formed, one black and one red, two rays of light in the sky, reflecting each other, forming a circle of cosmic storms.

The starry sky meteorites flying around them deviated from their original trajectory and spun around the two of them.

The secret of the throne was exposed, Xiao Chen no longer had any scruples, and the killing artistic conception cooperated with the king's true dragon to form a vast coercion, facing the opponent and never retreating.

In the sea of knowledge, the purple talisman seal rotated gently, leading but not firing, ready to give the opponent a fatal blow at any time.

Wang Yan's swarthy face looked very ugly, and I could clearly sense that he had not signed a contract with the existence inside the throne, and could not elevate his artistic conception to the will to kill.

My will to die, why can't I have a full advantage, and I have to work so hard, and even faintly fall behind.

With the confrontation of momentum and coercion, the cosmic storm formed around the two became even more rapid.

Not only can it make the starry sky meteorites flying around it deviate from their tracks, forming a suction force, but they even take the initiative to pull the meteorites in the distance directly and violently.

The starry sky meteorites gathered more and more, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of starry sky meteorites gathered, spinning wildly, forming a circle of meteorites as high as thousands of feet.

Through the gap between the meteorites, you can see two thrones, one black and one red, standing opposite each other, spiraling and rising. The two men on the throne were both dressed and agitated, and their long hair was flying.

The two thrones hovering upwards stood up at the same time when they were about to completely break away from the starry sky meteorite group.

"Kill!"

"Die!"

The terrifying energy mixed with the boundless momentum erupted at the same time, and thousands of meteorites turned into powder in an instant, and the starry sky dust rolled endlessly and scattered in all directions.

On the Haotian Sect King-level battleship, the disciples of the previous True Transmission were all stunned when they saw this magnificent scene.

The starry sky meteorite group, the gray ash annihilated, and in the dust, Xiao Chen's extreme killing artistic conception combined with the king's true dragon qi to form a golden killing word.

The throne behind the remnant of the king gushed out countless black dead qi, terrifying will to die, forming a black and hideous death character in the void.

The two stretched out their hands and pointed at each other, and the golden killing word and the black dead word collided violently in the starry sky.

After all, will is will, and it is one level higher than artistic conception. The artistic conception of extreme killing combined with the true dragon qi of the king may be stronger than the coercion, but the real destructive power of the two is still very different.

With a pop, the golden killing words collapsed and turned into a strip of free killing qi, swimming in the starry sky.

Wang Yan's swarthy face showed a hint of a sinister smile, and he shouted: "Cut!"

The death word, whose breath was slightly weak, turned into a slender black sword, and slashed towards Xiao Chen angrily, this is the incarnation of his will, called the Sword of the Dead.

At this moment, Wang Remnant's eyes were full of confidence, although his will to die was entangled with the extreme killing, he had lost several layers of power. But for the will to die to overcome a will of energy, it is still a matter of grasping it.

As soon as this sword comes out, it will definitely be able to easily break Xiao Chen's thunder will, and then seize the killing throne, and he will be completely promoted to the invincible realm of the half-saint realm.

But there is always a subtle difference between things in the world, ideas and reality, Xiao Chen's thunder will is not an ordinary energy will, but an immortal thunder will, copying divine thunder and writing immortal talismans.

If it is a complete will to die, it may have the advantage of a higher will.

There is also the possibility of competing with Xiao Chen's Immortal Thunder Will a little, but it can be consumed by a few percent of the will to die, where is it enough to see.

The purple light in the center of the eyebrows flickered, and the rune seal with the immortal inscription flowed out, flashing out, the electric light was torn, and the black long sword was blown into nothingness in an instant.

Wang Yan spat out a mouthful of black blood, and before he had time to make a move, the purple rune seal with the power of immortal thunder flashed, blooming with dazzling brilliance in the starry sky.

By the time the lightning stopped, Wang Remnant's people had been shot away for ten miles, and the huge meteorites were directly smashed into powder by him, and a blood hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, and the slightest electric spark still flickered.

Xiao Chen glanced up, he was also slightly frightened, he really didn't know what kind of material this guy's body was made of, and the will talisman couldn't be pierced.

I really saw it, and the other party didn't wear any inner armor treasures.

However, this has nothing to do with Xiao Chen, at this moment, Wang Yan has lost his ability to fight, and he does not pose any threat to him.

With a slight step on the soles of his feet in the starry sky, he came to the throne of death, and with a burning look in his eyes, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed the throne.

At this moment, an extremely dangerous feeling struck, and in the distant starry sky, three black dragon breaths pierced through the star dome and shot towards Xiao Chen.

As long as Xiao Chen started to grab the Throne of Death, he would be immediately hit by this dragon's breath, and it was very likely that he would be directly crushed into blood, and there would be no corpse.

On the battleship of Haotian Sect, the two deputy hall masters said with a surprised expression: "The three dark dragon breaths are really king-level corpse dragon battleships. ”

"Xiao Chen retreated quickly, it was the dark dragon breath refined from the corpse of the true dragon, you must not resist it. ”

The hall master on the left hurriedly transmitted the message to Xiao Chen and ordered him to retreat.

Xiao Chen's face sank, but he had no intention of giving up, he had expected that behind Wang Remnant, there must be a big force following, otherwise he would not be so jealous of the exposure of the throne at first.

A single Wang remnant would not let him be like this.

But now that the throne has been exposed, if you leave like this, you will not get any benefits, and you will not be able to expose the fact that you have a great treasure, which is really unwilling.

He glanced lightly, and in his eyes, two rays of light, one purple and one white, flashed out quickly. The fire of Taiyin, the true fire of purple thunder, is chasing each other in the void.

In the blink of an eye, a Taiji chaos diagram was formed, Zhou Tian gossip, two instruments and four elephants, all kinds of mysterious heaven and earth runes, and the flashes of the four elephant holy beasts in the Taiji flame diagram, forming a complete general trend.

"What is he going to do?"

The deputy hall master on the left had a deep puzzle in his eyes, and he was puzzled.

"It's over, Dark Dragon Breath, can easily kill a low-grade Martial Saint, we don't dare to take it casually. The hall master on the right sighed with some despair.

The golden light flickered, and the thousands of lights on the Taiji Yin and Yang Flame Diagram were magnificent, to everyone's surprise, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, they actually blocked the three dragon breaths.

It only blocked for a second, but it was enough to do something.

Reaching out to grab the Throne of Death and throw it into the Qiankun Ring, the thunder light burst under Xiao Chen's feet, flashing towards the king-level battleship quickly.

The black aftermath surged in all directions like a lake, like a wave of death, and the meteorites of the starry sky were silently crushed into powder.

The aftermath came too quickly, Xiao Chen couldn't avoid it completely, and activated the Holy Pagoda in his chest, forming a phantom of the pagoda that enveloped his body.