Chapter 1120 Family Sharing Outfit

Beneath the burning volcano, the solemn and ancient city is shrouded in the clouds.

The constant stream of flames rose from the burning mountains and hovered among the clouds, falling like clouds, and the air was filled with sulfur and pungent smell.

And beneath the snowy volcanic ash, Pompeii still stands on the earth.

This is a city formed by combining many building blocks including military camps, law enforcement offices, large bathhouses and even temples.

With the advantage of squandering energy and smelting defense, the sound of iron felt and hammer collisions were heard in the workshop at all times. The destined divine weapons were produced from it and were constantly equipped in the hands of every large group.

And right at the highest point of the city, halfway up the mountain, the fortress laid by the pitch-black basalt is now filled with a refreshing tea fragrance.

"I didn't expect that I could drink such good tea in this place." Opposite the somewhat rough table, the young swordsman sitting upright held up the silver cup in his hand, took a deep breath, feeling the comfort of the fragrance lingering in his lungs, and couldn't help but sigh.

Shangquan nodded, "I would like to thank the kind hospitality of His Excellency Vulgan."

"Where do you think."

Opposite him, the bearded man in a cloak smiled heartily: "Since we are lucky enough to meet each other, we naturally have to entertain you one or two. I just don't know why Mr. Sword Saint came to such a remote place in our place, especially in such an exaggerated way..."

When talking about the scene of Shangquan falling from the sky, Vulgan looked amazing and full of curiosity.

"What is this?" he asked seriously: "Is it true that the weapon mentioned in the Yingzhou genealogy... that human cannon is real?"

"Ah, that's a bit long."

Shangquan wanted to speak but stopped, smiled awkwardly, picked up the silver cup and drank it all.

Vulgan picked up the gorgeous and exquisite gold pot on the table, and tilted slightly, and new tea flowed out from it continuously. What's strange is that when the gold pot turned around and aimed at the mouth of his cup, what flowed out from it was a mellow amber-colored spirit.

"Tell me in detail."

Vulgan came to the front: "Speak slowly, don't worry."

"...To be honest, I was hit here with a punch." Shangizumi replied awkwardly, "I originally thought that my opponent was just Err, but I accidentally fell into a boat.

This world is really terrible.”

Bang!

Accompanied by the slightest sound, something round fell into Shangquan’s teacup, causing a circle of turmoil and ups and downs.

That's a...eye bead?

There is a thread of nerve tissue behind it...

Vulgan looked up dumbly and saw the hollow behind Shangquan's left eye.

"What's the thing?"

"Oh, it's okay, a small problem."

Shangquan stretched out his hand, calmly picked up his eyes from the teacup, rinsed it, and stuffed it back into his sockets. After two strokes, the empty pupils turned slightly.

It's like, it's restored...

But as my head swinged, my chin accidentally got out of touch and fell off.

He was soon straightened again.

"I haven't felt this way for many years."

Shangquan sighed lightly: "After suddenly regaining youth, he underestimated the heroes of the world. He was beaten hard when he was not careful. His brain still swayed a little... Gaia's blood might have been taken away, right?"

"A punch? Hit it?" Vulgan felt something was wrong with his ear.

"yes."

He sipped the tea with a faint rust smell, as if he sighed: "It turns out that there is someone outside of people, and there is a heaven beyond the sky. It seems that we still need to be quit being impatient and ask for help from our seniors."

Vulgan didn't speak.

Holding a wine glass, he looked at the guests in front of him.

Is it an occupational disease or a hallucination?

In that moment of trance, the figure reflected in his eyes was no longer the figure with a faint smile, but the beast in the sea of ​​blood corpse and mountain looking back.

At his waist, the sharp blade in his sheath screamed.

It was like a long sigh of hunger and thirst.

It said, I must...behead him!

When the clothes were broken, the heretic king on his upper body took a step forward indifferently. Regardless of the old tricks that penetrated his bones in his chest, he raised his left arm and shook Yun Zhongjun's thunder and thunder.

But, bent down slightly.

The four fingers were broken, and the right hand of the exposed bones fell, but the intact palm pressed against the ground.

Gently stick to each other.

It's like touching the sway.

The wilted abdomen of the heretic king suddenly swelled up like a balloon, his arms slightly shook and he pressed them downwards.

"ha!"

Immediately afterwards, a loud noise broke out from under my palm!

The earth whimpered, trembled, spasmed and twitched. Under the impact force that was comparable to missile bombing, layers of waves rose from the solid soil and spread like tides to all directions.

Wherever I pass, I don’t know how much dust and stones are flying up.

It easily penetrated the power into the deepest part of the earth a hundred feet below and exploded!

At that moment, the connection between heaven and earth was cut off.

The cycle belonging to Yun Zhongjun showed huge gaps and gaps. The thunder prison blocked around it shook violently and was defeated by the destruction.

The monk broke out of the cage.

There was still a flashing lightning left on the withered face, and the shriveled body was already stepping on the air of nothingness, overtaking the sky, punching Ying Fangzhou!

Thunder thunder broke in response to the sound.

In the dark clouds, the sky was turbulent, the vast whale song rose from the sea of ​​clouds, the shadow of Kunpeng appeared from Fangzhou, and the gun tip pierced out, and he was struck with the iron fist without retreating!

Only endless flashes of lightning can be seen continuously from above the sky.

The dark clouds were pressing down inch by inch, like an iron curtain, approaching the earth endlessly, and between this increasingly narrow world, accompanied by thunder and heavy rainstorms.

The heavy rain curtain instantly covered everything that Huai Shi could see, took away all the heat, and frost expanded.

And in the endless rain, the changing figure of the clouds is reflected.

It is difficult to see where you are.

It seems to be everywhere!

The heretic king fell to the ground like a meteorite, and the frost on his hands, feet and limbs spread and was shattered at will.

His brows frowned slightly.

Unbelievable, I actually slowed down?

But soon, he realized that it was not that he was frozen and slowed down, but that the other party... became faster and stronger!

The light of the water of hatred flashed and slashed from the clouds. Wherever they passed, the rain curtain was cut into two straightforwardly. The golden body of the heretic king shook violently, and the loud roar like a Hong Zhongda Lu rose from his body.

In the heavy rain, a thunder suddenly appeared, bounced, refracted, and flashed between the raindrops in an irregular manner. In the end, the whole world was filled with dazzling lightning.

Then, the heaven and earth are closed!

It is hard to imagine how terrifying the defense and extreme intention can withstand the hundreds or thousands of attacks of hatred water in an instant.

And at that moment, the body far ahead of the metal and iron body once again appeared fine scars, and sticky blood flowed out of it, and soon it was washed away by heavy rain.

It's like a punishment!

The "golden fetus protection" obtained by my asceticism was actually broken again?

"Purification..."

The heretic king sighed suddenly, and at that moment, he could see the essence of this lightning.

He actually turned the enemy into a whetstone that sharpens the sharp blade?

Should it be said to be arrogant or terrifying?

Under the lockdown of Tianque, the lethality of the Thunder Spear will be increased endlessly until it completely turns one of the self or enemies into ashes.

Until then, the battle will only become stronger and stronger!

If that's the case...

Then, break the sky!

"You should be careful!"

At that moment, Huai Shi coughed up blood and roared in a mess.

The moment the heretic king straightened his body, he could see the familiar smell from the movement and movement of the texture.
To be continued...