The Universal Plugins For Online Game Chapter 847: Unstoppable

In an instant, King Jin Tu showed a golden body that was tens of thousands of meters in size, with golden halos appearing on the top of his head. His four hooves stepped on the ground. Gold-colored ivory flashed at the corner of his mouth, and the sharp edges appeared and rose to the sky.

Above the ten thousand zhang golden real body, a blood-colored long knife was suspended, and the killing energy rose into the sky, smashing the sky.

Two ancient fire dragons, like the weak ants in front of the angry eyes, dared to challenge the supreme majesty of the dragon family, the huge dragon claws, carrying the majesty from the ancient times, the vicissitudes, the simplicity, the blazing flames flashed on it, and grabbed directly To the Golden Curtain.

A claw tore the sky.

The golden veil, which is known to be unbreakable, is like a blister, and it shatters directly.

Irresistible!

Dragon clan really deserves to be the overlord of the ancient times.

Zhu Rong can easily tear apart the golden veil by simply evolving the scale and half the claw of the ancient fire dragon.

Beyond the battlefield, Zhu Aotian's golden eyes also flashed an incredible look, and his heart was also filled with awe for the Dragon Clan.

In the past, he was born in the dragon, phoenix, and qilin clans, and he was born in the prehistoric world. He only had an ear for the overlords of the three clans.

He has never seen the majesty of the real dragon, and he also dislikes the dragon family in his heart. The golden family is only born a few years later. When it comes to supernatural powers, who is stronger or weaker is still unknown.

Now, just relying on the evolution of Zhu Rong, the true shape of the two ancient fire dragons, and the leopard in the tube, with his tyrannical strength at the peak of the realm, you can have a guess about the supernatural powers of the real dragon.

The dragon clan, this ancient overlord, is not an existence that the golden clan can provoke, at least, not now.

On the battlefield, King Jin Tu, who was transformed into a golden real body, saw two ancient fire dragons tearing the golden curtain between their claws. In the huge golden eyes, a look of surprise flashed, but , This is not the time for admiration, he used his primordial spirit to manipulate the blood-colored long sword, and slashed at the two ancient fire dragons with one knife.

Break to pieces.

The aura of killing fills the entire altar, vaguely, as if there are thousands of ancient demon heads, and the ghosts surround the blood-colored long sword.

Two primordial fire dragons, after all, have no command and no intelligence.

The blood-colored long knife slashed, and they only protruded the dragon's claws, and the flames flashed, burning the endless killing aura in the blood-colored long knife.

The huge fire dragon's mouth opened, swallowing the blood-colored long knife into its belly.

In the eyes of King Jin Tu, a crazy look flashed.

"Blast me! Blast! Blast!"

King Jin Tu directly blasted the natal magic weapon, the blood-colored Buddha knife.

He will use the power of the magic weapon to blast the ancient fire dragon into pieces.

Otherwise, he would be hard to resist, two immemorial fire dragons.

The ancient fire dragon that swallowed the blood-colored butcher's knife, on top of the dragon's body, the dragon scales flashed, but it was still unable to resist the blasting power of the long knife.

The blood-colored slaughter knife, the magic weapon of King Jintu's life, was used by King Jintu to nourish his soul for countless years, and it was no weaker than any innate spiritual treasure.

Killing Divine Might is far more than some innate spiritual treasures.

A powerful explosion that shattered at least one third of the bodies of the two ancient fire dragons.

"Roar"

"Roar"

"Roar"

The golden real body of King Jin Tu uttered a roar that shook the sky.

His hooves moved, the ground was shattered, and smoke and dust were splashed.

Two razor-sharp golden teeth slammed into the two fire dragons directly.

He will use his golden teeth to slay the ancient fire dragon.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sound of a crashing sound came from the altar.

Let the strong people outside the battlefield feel shocked.

"Is this the strength of the Golden Clan?" they asked involuntarily.

The smoke and dust disappeared, the flames dissipated, and the golden body of ten thousand feet appeared in front of the eyes of many strong men. The golden teeth showed black traces on it. Obviously, the crazy attack just now made his golden body The teeth were almost burned by the ancient fire dragon fire.

Zhu Rong collapsed on the altar and saw the two ancient fire dragons being torn apart by the golden teeth. In his eyes, a look of loss flashed, and his expression straightened. He staggered up and got a little frustrated. said:

"This battle! I, Zhu Rong lost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he staggered out of the altar, and his back was full of loneliness and sadness.

The ten-thousand-zhang-sized golden body shook, revealing the figure of King Jin Tu. His long hair was burnt to pieces, and there was even a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes stared at the figure of the ancestor of fire, Zhu Rong.

He knew that he was lucky to win this battle.

If he didn't have, far beyond Zhu Rong's magic power, he would definitely lose this battle.

"Actually, how can I be considered a winner?" From the altar, King Jintu's faint voice came out, which seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be speaking to the somewhat lonely Zhu Rong.

His most precious treasure, the Scarlet Butcher's Knife, was destroyed, and the Golden Fang lost at least half of its power and suffered heavy damage.

After this battle, he will have at least ten thousand years of cultivation.

King Jintu stretched out his hand and touched his shiny bald head. A helpless look flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head and walked out of the altar.

"King Jintu, this battle is won, you go down first, cultivate yourself, and leave the rest to us." In the eyes of King Shenwei, a look of concern flashed, and he stretched out his hand to support King Jintu. Put some golden fighting energy into his body, let him recover some spirit, he can't heal King Jintu at this time, because there are still three battles below, at this time, he does not dare to underestimate the Wu clan , he wants to defeat Zu Wu with the most powerful posture.

King Jintu did not speak, waved his hand, and sat cross-legged, recuperating from the wounds of the battle.

"The Black Prisoner, the next battle will be handed over to you." King Shenwei commanded with a grim expression.

The black prison guard in black, with a ferocious look on his face, said loudly:

"I will win this battle."

I then turned around, glanced at Zu Wu, and walked into the black altar.

"In this battle, I am a black prisoner, like a ancestral witch asking for advice." The black prisoner's arrogant voice instantly spread throughout the battlefield.

"The Black Prisoner, the Golden Spear, the Black Prison, the Purple Flower, the Three Golden Lords, and the Three Golden Clans are the most outstanding geniuses. According to legend, the Black Prisoner's strength is extremely terrifying. For him, he may not be able to secure the position of the golden clan, the first prince." Lei Qianjun of the Thunder clan said with a strange expression, and the lightning circled around his fingertips, very clever.

"The Black Prisoner is indeed powerful, and the ancestral witch of the Wu clan is not an ordinary tyrannical." The Snow Mountain Saintess said softly, giving people a feeling of relaxation and joy.

"What Saint Leng said is very true." Young Master Sirius looked proudly at Saint Maiden of Snow Mountain, opened his mouth and flattered.

"Hey, Aofeng, don't be there, it's a shame." Mad Lion King's youngest son, Kuangyou, gave Aofeng a disdainful look and said coldly.

"Wild lion, you are courting death." Aofeng jumped up and said arrogantly, but did not dare to approach the lion.

"It's just you?" Wild Lion glanced at Aofeng with disdain, and didn't put him in his eyes at all, as if Aofeng was a kind of grasshopper in his eyes, and he couldn't see any waves.

"Mad lion, don't be arrogant. In the future, I, Aofeng, will definitely kill you." On Aofeng's handsome face, a ferocious look flashed, and a trace of resentment flashed in the corner of his eyes.

"Humph!" The mad lion snorted coldly and turned his head away, as if he was disdainful of talking to Young Master Sirius.

This made Aofeng even more furious, but he himself was not the opponent of the mad lion, so he didn't dare to go forward. .

As for beheading a mad lion, even if he had that ability, he wouldn't dare. The mad lion king could definitely turn the entire Heavenly Wolf clan upside down.

In the battlefield, the tall ancestor of thunder, Qiangliang, stepped directly into the altar, and the nine-colored thunder and lightning were displayed around him. He was the controller of thunder and lightning between heaven and earth - Thor.

Outside the battlefield, seeing the nine colors of lightning on Qiangliang's body, Shanlei Hou Lei Qianjun couldn't help shrinking his pupils, as if he had discovered something, and a stunned expression flashed across his mouth.

"The Marquis of Shanlei, did you find something?" On the snowy mountain saintess's cold and beautiful face, an inexplicable brilliance flashed, and she asked Lei Qianjun with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Uh, nothing!" Lei Qianjun waved his hand and didn't say much. He stared solemnly at Qiangliang in the battlefield, but his heart was extremely shocked. Among the family, only the Thunder ancestors can do it. Could it be that this Qiangliang has the potential to become a peak powerhouse?

As for this time, Lei Qianjun did not think that the Black Prison Guard could resist Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of Lei.

Let's not talk about the power of the strong thunder, the boundless black prison, which is innately restrained from the black prisoners, is the power of the nine-color thunder, which can kill all the powerhouses of the same level.

Seeing Lei Qianjun, the Holy Maiden of the Snow Mountain didn't want to say anything, and didn't continue to ask questions. However, in her beautiful eyes, there were flashes of brilliance, and she also turned her head to look at the battlefield.

"Between the heavens and the earth, I, Qiangliang, were born to be able to take charge of the nine gods of thunder, white, black, red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, purple, and nine colors of gods, to cleanse all evil in the world." Qiangliang said coldly, one after another of thunder and lightning. As his voice continued to flicker, the nine-colored rays of light enveloped Qiangliang's body. At this time, Qiangliang looked down on all beings like a **** descending into the mortal world.

The originally dark face of the black prison guard was even more livid at this time. He reached out and grabbed it, and a long halberd appeared in his hand, and the crescent-shaped hook was flashing.

"Since my debut, I have never had any life under the halberd of the Black Prison, and you will be no exception!" On the face of the Black Prison Hou, it was extremely hideous! The voice is like the devil who came out from the land of the nine secluded places, and it is extremely cold.

"White and black, thunder flashes, righteousness is magnificent, kill Xie Ning!" Qiang Liang did not continue the battle of words, he waved his hands, and a thunder cone appeared in his hand, ordering the world to thunder.

The thunder of black and white intertwined, as if coming from the nine heavens, directly smashing into the black prison.

The black prison guard dances with a halberd in his hands, like a demon, he wants to kill the nine heavens and break all the thunder.

The thunder of black and white intertwines, carrying the supreme righteousness, restraining all evil in the world.

One after another, black and white lightning flashed and fell on the black prison guard.

The black prisoner is not afraid, showing his own black prison world, evolving into the nine seclusions, and wanting to devour all the thunder between heaven and earth.

The halberd in his hand slashed directly above the thunder, smashing the thunder.

"Dark Prison World, devour the heavens!" At this moment, the Black Prison Guard standing in the Black Prison World, like the real master of the Nine Serenities, devoured the heavens.

One after another, black and white thunders fell into the world of black prison, without even a trace of fluctuation.

On Qiangliang's pair of tiger eyes, a strange look flashed, and he waved the Thunder God's Awl in his hand, shaking down the nine-day thunder.

"The origin of thunder, it descends the colorful divine thunder, purifies the evil in the world, and restores the heaven and earth."

Red, orange, yellow, green, green, indigo, purple, intertwined with colorful thunder, carrying supreme power, descending into the world and killing evil.

The Black Prison will fully unfold the world of the Black Prison, the phantom of the world evolves, and the Nine Nether Demon Qi evolves into all kinds of Nine Nether creatures, ghosts, and walking the world.

The black prison waits with a halberd in hand, smashing thunder after another!

However, the endless colorful divine thunder can pierce through the shadows of the black prison world, and even more so, leaving traces of blood on the body of the black prison guards.

The black prisoner screamed up to the sky, and his figure suddenly grew to a size of ten thousand feet, as if the devil was resurrected, tearing the sky with one hand.

He danced the halberd in his hands and slashed the thunder of the Nine Heavens.

At this time, Zu Wu Qiangliang did not show weakness and directly showed Zu Wu's true body.

I saw a giant with a tiger's head, a thunder snake in one hand, and a thunder **** cone in the other, appearing on the altar.

"With this blow, I will smash your world of black prison, the nine-color divine thunder, the source of thunder, the evolution of the thunder calamity clock, and destroy everything in the world!"

The sound of Dao Dao is like the sound of thunder, coming from Qiangliang's mouth, and a nine-colored thunder calamity bell appears on the top of Qiangliang's head. This bell can destroy all ages, pierce the sky, and has incredible power.

The thunder **** bell on the head, shattering the ages, holding the thunder **** awl, at this time, the strong and the good are invincible and the world.

Shaking the bell above the head, the nine-colored gods and thunders came to the world, defeating the black prisoners.

Raising his hand and holding the Thor cone, Qiangli's cone pierced the entire world of black prison.

"Ah!"

A scream came from the black prison guard's mouth, and suddenly, the world shattered.

Above the 10,000-foot Lei Shen Cone, there is a golden avatar that is constantly struggling, struggling constantly on the Lei Shen Cone.

This cone pierced through the entire body and soul of the Black Prison.

As long as Qiangliang gently stirs the Thor cone in his hand, he can easily kill the golden family, the most outstanding peerless genius of this generation - the black prisoner.

At this critical moment, a majestic voice came from outside the arena.

"Qiangliang, stop, this battle, my golden clan lost." King Shenwei's blond hair fluttered, and he said aloud, even if he admits defeat, his brows are full of supreme majesty, as if he is the The King of Immortals, commanding the Nine Heavens.

When Qiang Liang heard the words, he frowned and threw the black prison guard directly out of the altar. He snorted and turned to leave. At this time, the Wu clan didn't want to go to war with the golden clan.

With a wave of the king of Shenwei, he pulled the black prisoner back into his hand, and a golden battle aura entered his body, temporarily stabilizing his injury, and he said aloud:

"In the next battle, which ancestral witch will you send to fight?"