But Yuan Sandu slapped him down with one palm.

Sima Wangquan's expression changed instantly, and the Taiyin Dharma behind him shattered into pieces and disappeared.

"Wow!"

Qi and blood surged up. After all, Sima Wangquan was unable to resist the qi and blood in his body. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and retreated continuously.

When Yuan Sandu saw Sima Wangquan's appearance, he said calmly: "Your Highness, the Eighth Prince, if this is all you do, you will be very disappointed."

"You used to be more dazzling than the prince, but your current appearance cannot be compared to your former brilliance."

Yuan Sandu took a step forward.

The vast power of true energy condensed the fire demon's energy, and black-red flames kept hovering around him, looking at Sima Wangquan.

"Your Majesty the Eighth Prince, I still say the same thing. If you are only at this level, you may die here this time."

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Said.

Yuan Sandu once again condensed a big black-red palm, and slapped Sima Wangquan unceremoniously.

Of course Sima Wangquan knew.

Just based on realm.

I will definitely not be Yuan Sandu's opponent. When I was young, Yuan Sandu was a master in the divine martial realm, let alone now, and with Yuan Sandu becoming a demon, his strength will only become more terrifying.

"So."

"Come out!"

Sima Wangquan was immersed in his thoughts, but this time, it was very different from before.

When he left the Dawu Dynasty, Shen Fen told him that he could not truly use the power of the Haotian Tower, probably because he had been rejecting the power of the Haotian Tower in his heart.

Because he knew that once he mastered the Haotian Tower, he would be a threat to his elder brother.

so.

He is unwilling to accept Haotian Tower.

In the past, when he encountered danger, he could use some of the power of the Haotian Tower, but he knew that it was definitely not the real power of the Haotian Tower.

Just as Shen Fen and Liehuo Shenjun said, only after accepting that mysterious power can the true power of the ancient artifact be used. Even if it is not much, it is the real power of the ancient artifact.

Buzz~~~~~~~

Around Sima Wangquan, the void seemed to tremble.

The ancient atmosphere ripples out.

"This is?"

Feel this breath.

Yuan Sandu's eyes condensed: "Ancient artifact, Haotian Tower?"

really.

On top of Sima Wang Quan's head, a small tower slowly appeared, but then, the small tower swelled up when it saw the wind, pointing straight to nine feet.

See this scene.

The Jin Emperor's face at the top of the city wall changed, and his eyes showed joy.

The prince next to him also showed a look of joy: "Father, can my eighth brother get the experience of using the ancient artifact Haotian Tower?"

Emperor Jin nodded.

Sighing: "Actually, he can control the power of Haotian Tower at any time, but it is because of the rejection in his heart that he cannot really use it. It seems that this time he has figured it out."

The prince then said: "Eighth brother, alas!"

In the final analysis.

Or because of myself.

But I also hope that he can truly control the power of ancient artifacts. There are two brothers in the same generation, and their blood is rich in water. My younger brother is powerful. How can he be jealous as an older brother?

But they are in the royal family.

Some things are not theirs to decide personally.

.......

"The power of Haotian Tower?"

Yuan Sandu saw Sima Wangquan bathing in the glory of Haotian Tower at this time. His big black and red palm touched Haotian Tower's body and instantly turned into flames.

The light in Sima Wangquan's eyes flickered, as if something was merging with him.

"Is this the inheritance of Haotian Tower?"

That mysterious power has entered his body. As Shen Fen and Liehuo said, this mysterious power is the inheritance of ancient artifacts.

"Haotian Demon-Suppressing Divine Art!"

After the inheritance belonging to Haotian Tower appeared, Sima Wangquan had a magical skill in his mind.

It is a magical power brought by ancient artifacts.

"Suppress the demon?"

Sima Wangquan looked at Yuan Sandu with a smile on his face: "It still really fits!"

But no.

He wants to suppress the demon now!

"The power of Haotian."

"Haotian Tower, suppress the devil!"

Buzz~~~~~~~~~

Haotian Tower flew out directly and headed towards Yuan Sandu.

Yuan Sandu saw this.

The true energy is rolling, and the power of the fire demon is like a tsunami: "The ancient artifact Haotian Tower, I want to see how much power you can exert."

"Fire Demon Palm!

"

Different from before, this time, the fire demon palm condensed by Yuan Sandu almost covered the sky and the sun, and the entire land reflected a black-red light.

Sima Wangquan saw this.

His body rose into the air and landed on the top of the Haotian Tower. The true energy in his body was transported to the Haotian Tower. The golden light flowed in his hand, and a golden sword appeared in his hand.

Looking at Yuan Sandu: "Of course I know that with my current strength alone, I can't kill you at all, even with the help of ancient artifacts."

This is the fundamental reason.

The difference in strength between him and Yuan Sandu is really huge. Although Haotian Tower is powerful, how much can he perform?

It's not that the Haotian Tower is incompetent, but that his strength doesn't allow it.

When Yuan Sandu saw the golden sword appearing in Sima Wangquan's hand, his eyes narrowed: "This is it?"

He had a bad guess.

Because the power coming from the golden sword in Sima Wangquan's hand seems to be more powerful than the power of Haotian Tower.

"That's right!"

"It's the ancient artifact, Xuanyuan Sword!"

Sima Wangquan held the Xuanyuan Sword with both hands, and on the Haotian Tower, he volleyed the sword in the air, as if it was about to tear the void in front of him.

Boom~~~~~~~~~!

The Haotian Tower and the golden sword energy collided with Yuan Sandu's palm print.

time.

The ground is blown by wind and sand, and the sky is filled with darkness!

"Quickly retreat!"

Yuan Sandu saw the aftermath and yelled at the demons not far away, but it was still a little late.

"Yuan Sandu, I can't control the power of this Xuanyuan Sword."

"late!"

The golden sword energy raged around, and even the void was occasionally cracked, let alone those demon disciples.

One by one, they were cut in half by the golden sword energy, and blood was flying all over the sky. It was really like a slaughterhouse.

"ah!"
To be continued...