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Chapter 32: The Princess of the Shen Clan

After killing all the alien races that didn't open his eyes, Zhao Sicheng felt refreshed. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

There are many secrets in the Tomb of the Gods that have not yet been explored, such as the breath of decay, such as the origin of the Divine Beads......

However, the Divine Bead and the Divine Personality have already arrived, and the cultivation is only one step away from the out-of-body period, and the basic purpose has been achieved, so Zhao Sicheng does not plan to go on. Moreover, there is always a lingering feeling of impending disaster.

For his first human subordinate, Zhao Sicheng still cares a lot. Feeling the law of contract, Chris has ascended to the god realm, let Kuragi and Fan carry the Yuan crystal coin, and with the connection of the contract, they will meet Chris and Sissi in the god realm to take care of them, as well as their ancestors.

Even if I have already watched Sissi open up the Kingdom of God, it still feels novel to watch Kuraki open up the Kingdom of God for the second time, especially when the Kingdom of God ascends to the God Realm, the dazzling new stars flicker, and finally have their own foundation in the God Realm of this world.

Kuraki is completely different from the heterotopic plane chosen by Sissi, the heterotopic plane chosen by Sissi has a beautiful environment, green trees, and a strong breath of life, and the heterotopic plane chosen by Kuraki is rich in fire magic elements, and Kuragi is not a fire god, but he chose a fire-based heterotopic plane as the kingdom of God, which is really puzzling.

Cangmu and Fan ascended to the divine realm, and Zhao Sicheng's uneasy feeling in his heart decreased slightly. Raising his hand, he wanted to use the "Great Yan Xingchen Technique" to calculate, and then put it down, because it was no longer necessary, a foreign race with a fiery red body rushed into the passage of the burial ancient sword mound.

This alien race with bull's eyes, long tusks, and a height of more than 20 meters is obviously not a god of death, but he has a strong aura of death condensed all over his body.

"The Lord is coming. It's a pity that 'it' won't live long. As soon as Princess Shen appeared, most of the uneasiness in Zhao Sicheng's heart subsided, and this fiery red-skinned alien race was the key to making him feel uneasy.

Seeing Zhao Sicheng, Princess Shen also widened her eyes, her fiery red hair was windless, and Princess Shen calmed down when she saw Zhao Sicheng.

"Did you kill my Er'er?" Princess Shen had her own way to find Gongzi'er's breath in Zhao Sicheng's body, feeling the Shen's breath left by Gongzi'er in Zhao Sicheng's body, and Princess Shen's voice unabashedly revealed monstrous hatred.

Looking at the appearance of Princess Shen, it is rare to see such a personality of different races, but Zhao Sicheng has no impression.

"Yes and what? No, what?" Zhao Sicheng replied indifferently. Princess Shen condensed a layer of black and red death, and Zhao Sicheng could even clearly see that countless souls who had died in vain were biting around Princess Shen.

If this alien race like a cooked pige beast is bent on finding fault, whether it is explained or not, there will inevitably be a battle, with Zhao Sicheng's arrogance, how can he explain it?

Princess Shen's fiery face was hideous, and she gritted her teeth and said, "What? I want to avenge my son today and burn your miscellaneous pieces with divine fire for ten thousand years." ”

"Inexplicable woman. "I was going to go home, but I ran into an inexplicable woman who said that she was going to burn it with divine fire for ten thousand years, and she couldn't stand it, Zhao Sicheng couldn't help but get angry.

Zhao Sicheng stopped talking, flipped his right hand, and the bloodthirsty sword was already in his hand, teleported, and stabbed it at the waist of Princess Shen.

When Princess Shen saw that Zhao Sicheng didn't speak, she made a move, her face was even more hideous, she was so well-behaved, she didn't know the sinister nature of the divine realm, so she would be attacked to death by this shameless human god, thinking of this, Princess Shen's fiery face was full of anger, and she seemed to be about to burst into flames.

"Human, I want you to bury my son!" The passage where the ancient sword mound was buried was filled with the roar of King Shen and Princess Shen.

With a roar, the exterior of Princess Shen's body burned with purple flames. As the god of this world, the purple flame will make Princess Shen appear sacred, majestic, and inviolable under the background of golden divine power, but Princess Shen's hideous face completely destroys this sacredness and majesty. Bull's eyes, ivory, and fingers fluttered in the air, and the princess of King Shen at this time was even more terrifying than the demon clan from the abyss.

The Shen people have been playing with flames as toys since they were born, and the use of flames has become an instinct, as the princess of the Shen tribe is a master of playing with fire, the purple flames are twisted into dozens of flame ropes, and if you look closely at where the ropes are, it is clear that there are dozens of purple fire dragons, the tails of these purple fire dragons are pinched in the hands of the princess of Shen, and the fire dragons angrily spit out purple tongues of fire, but they can't break free.

"Flame Dance!" all those who read it as 'Yan Dance' went to the corner to draw circles, and Princess Shen couldn't dance in this size.

The purple flame of the princess of King Shen was slightly inferior to the magic fire generated by Zhao Sicheng's demon baby, but with Zhao Sicheng's current situation, he could not withstand the purple fire that was highly condensed with the addition of divine power.

It is worthy of being a master of the fit period, although the glamorous dance danced by the princess of King Shen, no, it is a flame dance, only King Shen can appreciate it, but it is undeniable that the purple flame is both offensive and defensive. With the body of King Shen and Princess Shen as the center, within a radius of more than ten meters, there is this kind of purple fire that can lightly refine fine steel into molten iron.

The energy of the princess and princess of Shen was originally thousands of times higher than Zhao Sicheng's, and with this layer of purple flame protection with a radius of more than ten meters, Zhao Sicheng was even more at a loss.

Teleport!

A huge purple flame in the passage of the Ancient Sword Tomb, the temperature of this flame was so high that it dispersed the rotten breath in the Tomb of the Gods, and the air in the Ancient Sword Tomb crackled, seeing this purple flame speeding by itself, Zhao Sicheng could only temporarily avoid the edge.

Zhao Sicheng obviously doesn't like to be beaten passively, he didn't forget the seal in his hand during the teleportation, and spit out contemptuously in his mouth: "Playing with fire? ”

As a master of alchemy and refining, playing with fire is Zhao Sicheng's housekeeping skill, if it weren't for the fact that Princess Shen's energy level is much higher than Zhao Sicheng's, Zhao Sicheng would be able to play with fire and Princess Shen to death. At least in terms of micro-manipulation, Princess Shen will practice for another 10,000 years, and she will not be as good as Zhao Sicheng.

Hearing Zhao Sicheng's words, Princess Shen's bull's eyes almost burst into flames, a small new god was so arrogant to the gods, and the other party was still her own killer enemy, Princess Shen almost exploded her lungs, and said angrily in her mouth: "Don't run, kid." ”

Zhao Sicheng turned around abruptly and said, "If you don't run, you won't run." ”

Princess Shen's bull's eyes flashed with a gloomy feeling, and the menopausal woman's somewhat perverted voice said: "Er'er, see how Grandma catches him and helps you take revenge." ”

At this time, the princess of King Shen was dancing with a purple fire dragon, but the words she said were gusting in the wind, and countless resentful souls were struggling and biting, and the resentful souls were suffering in the flames, and people were like a miniature version of hell.

Zhao Sicheng no longer teleported, because the preparation had been completed, and he held a flame red lotus that was only the size of a flower bone, this faint flame red lotus was just a pinch of ordinary fire, swaying slightly as if it would be extinguished at any time.

Although Princess Shen is now full of hatred in her chest, when she saw this flame red lotus, she still paused slightly, and Princess Shen could still distinguish between mortal fire, magic flame, and divine fire Shen, and Princess Shen said viciously: "You dare to play tricks on me." ”

New hatred and old hatred poured in together, and Zhao Sicheng arrogantly wanted to play with the princess of Shen, but he came up with such a thing. The new god, in the eyes of the gods, can slap n small minions to death, actually dares to play himself. The fierceness of the purple fire dragon in the hands of the princess of King Shen soared again, stretching for dozens of meters in an instant, and the overwhelming purple flames burned towards Zhao Sicheng.

Zhao Sicheng said proudly: "Playing with you, you are not a beauty, just your strange appearance, the deity will play with you?"

At the same time, the flame red lotus like a flower bone in Zhao Sicheng's hand trembled and flew towards the dancing purple dragon in the hand of Princess Shen. The purple fire dragon spat out a tongue of fire, and with a snort, it was swallowed up by the purple fire dragon.

Hearing Zhao Sicheng's retort, Princess Shen's forehead continued to rise and fall, and she trembled with anger. Women care most about their appearance, and Princess Shen heard Zhao Sicheng say that she was not a beauty and looked strange. Princess Shen took a deep breath, and the purple fire in her hand expanded by a few meters with anger.

In order to avoid being angry to death, Princess Shen did not dwell on her appearance, and when she saw Zhao Sicheng's flame red lotus being devoured by her own purple dragon, Princess Shen smiled yin and said, "Little bastard, what other tricks do you have?" ”

Princess Shen now has the idea of a cat playing with a mouse. The revenge of killing the son, how can the enemy be killed lightly.

"Little bastard", Zhao Sicheng is very unhappy with this title, and the old man Antonio calls Zhao Sicheng "little bastard", that is because the two are old friends, and Zhao Sicheng admires Antonio's human being. Not all cats and dogs can be called Zhao Sicheng little bastard. The consequence of making Zhao Sicheng unhappy is that Zhao Sicheng will make Princess Shen even more unhappy.

The flames reflected the angry and gloomy face of Princess Shen, and the interracial woman muttered narcissistically: "It's not a beauty, Ji, is it because Xin is not as beautiful as the two sluts of Qianmei and Zhaohua, so I don't want Xin." ”

Zhao Sicheng didn't know what the woman was thinking in her heart, how she was halfway through the beating, but she suddenly said that her face was inexplicable.

Still, that's fine.

Of course, Zhao Sicheng's condensed "scorching fire" will not be an ordinary ordinary fire, but it collects the flames left by the attack of King Shen and Princess Shen in the air little by little, and compresses it 999 times. With Zhao Sicheng's current strength, he can't complete 999 times of compression with his mental power alone, he can only use the help of the hand trick, and after 999 times of compression, the flame seems to have returned to its original form on the surface, turning into a small flame red lotus. Therefore, Princess Shen is very honored to be recruited.

Princess Shen really ran out of energy, and she didn't know that she had been tricked, and she only cared about her face......

"Ah...... Little bastard, dare to plot against the ...... of the palace" Princess Shen screamed, and the purple flames on her body instantly converged, and the purple flames that did not converge were like dry firewood encountering fire sweat!, burning rapidly, leaving only a wisp of black smoke in the air.

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