Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 578

(one more)

"Ha Chi, Ha Chi, Ha Chi..."

The Seventh Elder put his hands on his knees, panting heavily, bean-sized sweat kept oozing from his forehead, and slid down the bridge of his nose and chin. The sweat was like slurry, and a pool of water formed on the ground after a while.

The Chaotic Cloaking Wind Hammer Method is the unique secret method of Haotian School, and every time it is used, it must be supported by powerful strength.

The Seventh Elder is already over seventy years old. If he is in the outside world, according to his age, he is already in the middle of his life, and his body functions have begun to decline. Even the title Douluo can hardly resist the erosion of the years. After six times of cloaking the Wind Hammer, he was finally exhausted.

Even the Seventh Elder no longer had the strength to lift the Clear Sky Hammer, his weapon, and could only let it fall to the ground.

Looking at the sky, there is still a small half of the meteorite left, but even if there is only a small half left, it still has the size of a basketball court, and the Seventh Elder showed a resigned look on his face.

"how so……"

Just a little bit, just a little bit!

If he can swing the Clear Sky Hammer again, and hammer it two or three times, the crisis this time can be resolved!

But now, he failed!

The meteorites that were getting closer and closer to the ground were reflected in the pupils, and invisible pressure suddenly fell on all the disciples of the Haotian School.

At this moment, the other four elders were all involved by Tang Hao alone, and the suzerain Tang Xiao didn't know what was going on, and had been on-hook all the time, and he was watching the development of the situation with a cold eye until now.

Desperation pervades everyone's hearts.

For the first time, Haotianzong really felt that their halo of being the overlord of the mainland had completely gone away from them. They were no longer the Haotianzong who dominated the world of soul masters, but just ordinary people who were at their mercy. Zongmen only.

Tang Xiao, the contemporary suzerain, saw the expressions on the faces of the elders and disciples.

This is the reason why Tang Xiao didn't make a move and let Yang Ming do what he did.

The appearance of Yang Ming can wake up everyone present with a slap. Don't be obsessed with the glory of the past, but focus on the current situation and the future!

Obviously, Yang Ming's extremely powerful offensive was surprisingly effective.

Just when many disciples of the third and fourth generations closed their eyes and seemed to have resigned themselves to their fate, they discovered that the meteorite had not fallen for a long time.

They opened their eyes one after another, and saw a scene that took their breath away.

The meteorite, which they couldn't resist and resisted, was actually held up by Yang Ming with one hand.

At this moment, Yang Ming's figure in their eyes continued to enlarge, like a giant picking stars with one hand!

In the next moment, Shenwei exerted force, and the space around the meteorite was squeezed and twisted, just like throwing the meteorite into a washing machine to wash it, the meteorite twisted and deformed for a while, and was absorbed into Yang Ming's eyes.

"This... such a big meteorite, is it gone?"

"Am I still living in a dream?"

"It's not true, how could such a ridiculous thing happen!"

No matter what these disciples thought in their hearts, the reality was placed in front of them coldly, and they couldn't help but admit it.

After bringing the meteorite into Shenwei Space, Yang Ming looked at the Seventh Elder who collapsed on the ground with a half-smile, and said:

"Seventh Elder, what do you think of the results of this round of discussions?"

Hearing the teasing meaning in Yang Ming's words, it seemed that he asked Yang Ming to speak for a while before responding to him. It sounds ridiculous.

With a breath of gloom, the Seventh Elder raised his old finger and pointed at Yang Ming tremblingly.

"You and I……"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Seventh Elder's eyes suddenly went dark because of his exhausted strength and depression.

The elder with long eyebrows sighed in his heart, he didn't intend to blame the Seventh Elder, he knew very well in his heart that even if he got off in person, facing the meteorite which was comparable to a natural disaster, he might not be able to win anything.

Actually, it's not their fault at all.

If the meteorite was just a rock on the ground, with the powerful Clear Sky Hammer, it could be crushed in minutes.

However, the meteorite fell from the sky, in addition to its own mass and weight, and because it is in the sky, most of Haotianzong's soul skills are good at short and medium distances, and there is not much to do with long range. Once the soul skills exceed the attack range, the power will be decrease very much.

Take the heroes in Glory of Kings as an analogy, the Haotianzong people are comparable to Cheng Yaojin, and it is obviously unrealistic for you to let him attack the dragon across a river.

The old man with long eyebrows waved his hand, and a disciple of the third generation not far away understood, and immediately walked down, raising the unconscious Seventh Elder.

"Honorable special envoy of the Zhatian Gang, you have won."

As the second elder among the five great elders, the long-browed old man looked at Yang Ming with complicated eyes. This young and excessive boy said slowly:

"You have proved your strength, and also proved that the Zhatian Gang really has the background to make our Haotianzong submit."

As soon as the second elder said this, all the disciples were in an uproar.

However, no matter how unwilling these disciples were in their hearts, facing the iron-like facts and thinking of the natural disaster meteorite that made them feel extremely desperate just now, they fell silent all of a sudden.

They are no longer the former overlords of the mainland!

A sense of despondency permeated everyone's hearts.

Feeling the same sense of depression, the second elder took a deep breath and continued:

"However, Yang Ming, you are only showing the strength of your Sky-Zhitting Clan. It is not enough to make our Haotianzong really submit to you. You probably don't want to see that we are not submitting sincerely, do you?"

Yang Ming knew that this kind of elder who has been an elder for many years is an old fox, it is not that simple.

Fortunately, Yang Ming is confident that no matter what conditions the other party puts forward, with the current strength of the Zhatian Gang, he can easily complete it.

"What are your conditions?"

"We have a deep blood feud with Wuhundian. If you want us to surrender, then you can bring the head of Qian Daoliu, who is enshrined in the Elder's Hall."

The corners of the second elder's mouth turned up slightly, as if he was very satisfied with the harsh conditions he had put forward.

Qian Daoliu is comparable to a tortoise with a shrinking head in the Wuhun Palace, and he never steps out of the Wuhun Palace all the year round. If he wants to kill Qian Daoliu, he must attack the Wuhun Palace.

In this way, when the Zhatian Gang and Wuhundian go to war, no matter who wins or loses, the Haotian School will be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

However, not long after he finished speaking, a disciple of the third generation ran in from outside in a panic.

"Report! The big thing is not good, Wuhundian sent a large army over! Now we have controlled our outer outposts, and we are crossing the iron chain at this time!"

(End of this chapter)