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Chapter 170 The King's Spirit

"Smack it..."

A sound of applauding and applauding came, and all the officials looked at the throne that was not frozen, and an evil man was actually clapping his hands.

People looked at the fearless boy in shock.

"It's interesting, is your name Xue Houshang?" Yang Qiuyu clapped and said with a rosy face and an evil smile.

"Ice, it's very dangerous. Knowing me, it's also very dangerous. The consequences of your breath exposing the different parts of your body... The throne is not something you can sit on." The sound of magnetic with the aura of king came.

The six major ice bars pierced directly at Yang Qiuyu, just like the ice bars of the Order God Chain, which seemed to represent the endless punishment of the gods.

"Crack"

A quiet sound came out. This sound was not penetrated by the ice thorn, but the sound of Yang Qiuyu's fingers.

At this moment, his thumb was pressing his second thumb, his evil eyes, and his hair half-covered his eyes, giving him a trace of kingly aura. At this moment, he was so unique in the eyes of others.

"What's going on? Xue Houshang's ice strip was actually protected by a mysterious shield!" Someone couldn't help but say.

Everyone stared at Yang Qiuyu, how could this teenage boy have the strength to block Xue Houshang's attack in the imperial realm!

Everyone looked in shock.

The shield began to break, and it protected Yang Qiuyu once just now.

At this time, Yang Qiuyu opened his black moon eyes, but no one could tell that in the eyes of others, his eyes were dull and just a pair of normal black eyes.

Yang Qiuyu kept imagining those special skills in his mind. He hoped that Black Moon Eye could help him realize it. He tried to transform into illusory things like the Tathagata's magic palm, but the chance of success was extremely low. He also fantasized about becoming a worldly god king who covered the sky with one finger, but he did not succeed either. It was not that he could not succeed, but the probability was too small. He could only immediately imagine other useful things that could protect his life.

At this moment, only four people were dispatched to resist Xue Hou Shang's attack. The other twenty-four people did not seem to recognize Yang Qiuyu as the Holy Emperor, otherwise they would have been escorted just now. At this time, the purple lightning man Kui Ling participated in the battle and wanted to fight with Yang Qiuyu, but he was always blocked by Bai Ge and Chen Yun.

For a moment, the palace shone countless times, and all the lyrics were revealed, which was so terrifying.

Yang Qiuyu opened the black moon eyes and tried to learn those magical powers.

Black Moon Eye has infinite functions, among which the ability to learn and steal is the strongest, which is what he only realized in his dream last night.

However, this did not solve the most urgent task. He knew that as long as these rebels had a chance to approach him, he would undoubtedly die. A person who had no realm and had a crush on these people would be equivalent to an egg hitting a stone.

Kui Ling was very fast and almost rushed to the throne to kill Yang Qiuyu many times, but he was blocked by the twenty-four-thin shadow holding two hooks. Bai Ge did not use his three-point strength to block the attack for Yang Qiuyu, because he did not fully recognize Yang Qiuyu.

"Time will change everything, a cycle of reincarnation, and the throne... must be replaced!"

Xue Houshang was very calm, and the magnetic and Zen philosophy sounded very beautiful. The six ice strips behind him kept getting bigger, just like ice chains that penetrated and directly popped the white song with silver hair.

Bai Singer rose into the sky with a silver spear and instantly rushed towards him.

Xue Houshang had white hair floating and was about to exiled to the immortal. He was calm and calm and carried the invisible kingly wind. The frozen three-foot ice turned into a giant dragon and instantly blocked his white ghostly steps.

All the officials fell to the ground and watched them fight quietly.

The palace is very high, only a few hundred meters high and a few thousand meters wide, and guards the palace with mysterious guardian laws. If it were ordinary ground and houses would have long turned into ashes, the ground must have been attacked by the ice-colored dragon several hundred feet under the body.

Yang Qiuyu couldn't bear the fighting aura. He had the urge to vomit blood and kneel down, but he relied on the invisible laws of the throne to restrain him. Is this the aura of a strong man? He knew that if he left the throne, he would definitely be crushed to pieces by their invisible power in an instant.

Although his body is harder than steel, he is no longer an ordinary attack in front of the high-level realm. Even if he is an ordinary attack, he cannot stop it. The lyricism attack they used is not physical damage. Although he is a holy body, he has not yet cultivated to the state of invincible all things. If he can practice, he will definitely be able to use lyricism to attach it to his body to resist, and he will not know how many times it feels better.

But these were all in vain, so he would have passed the moment before talking about it.

His body can only resist the shock waves caused by fighting.

His hair was fluttered by the invisible wind blowing. If he had not had Hei Yuetong, he might not have been able to get to where he is today.

"The Sorrow of the Unsealed Sword has changed since the beginning of the story, and you... are the change of dynasties!" Xue Hou Shang's magnetic voice came, the ice dragon fought alone against Bai Ge, the ice-colored thorn strips on his body fought alone against several people, and there were so many lyrics in his hands.

Kui Ling was also fighting against them, almost comparable.

"boom!"

Xue Houshang broke through the siege and rushed towards Yang Qiuyu. As he stepped forward, the invisible ice froze Yang Qiuyu's ankle. He walked slowly, looking down at the world like a god, looking down at the heroes, and overwhelming all worlds!

"Oh no!" Yang Qiuyu didn't expect that his feet would actually make a heavy move. He kept complaining in his heart: This is just a control, he is a warrior, a mage and a slap.

"Death, survival, no one will remember you have been here from now on." The calm and magnetic voice came in vain and ethereal...

The king's aura was endless, and the six ice strips stabbed Yang Qiuyu like a god's punishment. The black scales under half of his face and eyes were extremely evil, as if he had declared the death of a mortal.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a mysterious shield directly resisted Xue Hou Shang's attack, and the shock wave generated was filled with a destructive aura.

"Sorry, I have successfully used the formless realm..." The evil charm made everyone tremble. The heroic facial features were clear and three-dimensional. A pair of blue eyes flashed with unknown light, just like the sky descending to the mortal world.

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that you have no color anymore?" someone exclaimed.

"You...you are all colorless!" a general shouted.

"What mysterious lyricism is this..." A beautiful and graceful voice came. She was wearing a blue green smoke shirt, a pleated skirt with flowers, mist and green grass, and a light blue green water thin smoke gauze. She was shaved with shoulders and waist, and her muscles were as thick as fat and qi were as beautiful as orchids.

She looked at Yang Qiuyu with incredible eyes, because she looked around and her body, and it was actually colorless, so it was normal for Yang Qiuyu to be the only one.

"The white snow shang walks among the ice, there will always be only blood and white! And you will give bloody ice marks for your behavior!" Xue Houshang roared, instantly taking out all his strength, the sky changed color directly, the ground trembled constantly, and the laws began to break.

He broke free from the formless realm and his formless body returned to his original state.

The white clouds outside the sky are like a spiraling hurricane, looking very terrifying, just like the arrival of the end of the world!

"It's interesting." The sexy thin lips were pursed tightly, and the soft face curves made people feel urged to kiss.

At this time, Yang Qiuyu successfully mastered a trace of the laws of the heavenly way and the order of the formless realm!

He dares to fight!

"Only the outside world can you play the real fun. Do you dare to fight against the Holy Emperor..." A beautiful and magnetic voice came out of the white-haired man's mouth. He seemed to recognize Yang Qiuyu's slight strength.

Yang Qiuyu rushed out of the palace with the divine power of the formless realm and reached the outside sky.

The breeze above the golden dragon, and the twelve ghostly figures quietly looked at the two men in the sky below.

Wherever Yang Qiuyu passed, he became colorless, and all officials and the Golden Palace were all in colorless.

Most of them chased out, and some circled in an attempt to crack the colorless rendering.

Kui Ling burst out with all his strength, and he also broke free from the divine power of the Formless Realm and rushed out, because Yang Qiuyu had not practiced, otherwise the divine power of the Formless Realm could easily turn the Tianluo Continent into a colorless one, and all living beings could only be slaughtered by Yang Qiuyu.

Kui Ling did not disturb Yang Qiuyu and Xue Houshang duel, but watched quietly, which was fairness and respect.

Bai Ge and others finally broke free after a few minutes, but more than half of them did not break free from the colorless realm. The ten thousand Holy Imperial Army outside looked at the colorless and frozen areas in the sky.

"Is this?" said some people from the great immortal cultivator.

"Is that the Holy Emperor in a white dragon robe?" countless civilians looked at Nuo Xiao's figure in shock.

"You... make me look forward to whether it is blood or white, don't let me down!"

Every step Xue Houshang took in the sky, the air was frozen. His calm and calm voice was worthy of being a strong man.

The king's aura was filled with terror.

Yang Siying looked at the colorless and gray sky in surprise. She knew both figures, one was Xuehou Shang and the other Yang Qiuyu.

Bang!

A huge collision sound came, and the air was torn into pieces and quickly merged.

The sound of tearing makes people unable to help but block their ears. Everyone in ordinary people is shocked. What kind of power is this? It is just a collision.

"It's not a collision! The young man in white robe did not attack! It's the colorless shield beside him!" A cultivator said in shock with his eyes open.

If he hadn't seen a trace of electric current spread around Yang Qiuyu, he wouldn't have opened his eyes.

Everyone took a breath of air when they heard this. Who is the current Holy Emperor? He looks like a young man. How could he compare to the cold emperor Xuehoushang with white snow!

"Look at it, the gray air, is my illusion?" said a man with an ordinary appearance.

"It's true. I thought I had read my eyes wrong!" Someone responded after hearing this, rubbed his eyes after saying that, and was sure that he had read it right.

For a moment, the entire capital was popular, and those who heard the words rushed to the sky above the palace of the royal capital city.

All practitioners flew in the air to watch this wonderful game, but they did not dare to approach, because the Holy Emperor Yulin Army, who was guarding the imperial city, ruthlessly crossed the line and might kill them.

(End of this chapter)
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